The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 181 Sincere Cooperation
Robin Hood concluded that ordinary people could not transform the corpse into this appearance.

But Kit disagrees.

He pinched his nose and said to go forward: "The hydraulic sawmill by the river should also be able to produce this effect."

What the hydraulic saws in the sawmill do every day is to saw the solid log in half from the middle, and the weak flesh and blood are of course not a problem.

"Then how do you explain those iron bars that are tied into the corpse?" Robin Hood asked back, "They may be a little thin, and a strong man can bend them, but they can be used as a needle and thread to sew people together. No, no machine would do such a job."

Ian stepped forward to join the discussion: "Can we find out when he died?"

Ace fixed his eyes on Barbara who was turning her head to avoid the corpse, and answered his question: "This corpse is not wearing clothes, but those scavengers did not cause much damage to his body, so it should be the last two days happened."

Barbara still didn't look back, as if she couldn't bear to look directly at the corpse.

Such behavior did not deviate from the category of normal women, Ace looked away disappointed.

"The murderer must hate this guy." Kit sighed.

Ian frowned and turned around. He checked the corpse and found something unusual. "The blood of the corpse seems to have been lost to a certain extent, and there is no blood on the ground. He was moved here after being drained of blood."

Robin Hood folded his hands on his chest, his body trembling imperceptibly: "Why does the murderer want to bleed? Cook meat?"

"It's possible." Ian said seriously.

He knew that quite a few darkin had the habit of cannibalism, which seemed to be some kind of instinct.

"But since he dragged the corpse here, he didn't intend to eat him. The bloodletting step was probably just to hide the traces of blood dripping. He was worried that someone would find the place where he dismembered the corpse."

Robin Hood lowered his arms and said in a bad mood, "I really hope you can mention the important points earlier next time."

Listening to their discussion, Barbara became puzzled.

The corpse's death was undoubtedly caused by Clayton's axe, but the location did not match what Julius said, and werewolves and wizards had no special quirks and would not groom the corpse elaborately.

Who moved these bodies?
As she pondered, the detectives finally realized that there was another local with clues.

Ace cleared his throat: "I'm sorry for letting you see this scene, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Barbara replied subconsciously and smoothly, and then added: "I used to be a nurse in a hospital, so I can accept this kind of scene."

She had indeed been a nurse, so she was not lying, so her tone was very natural.

"Very well, then can you see who the deceased is?"

Barbara replied that she didn't know her.

She did not know him, but she knew that he was from the circus. Since returning to her hometown, she had not seen a circus with her husband.

"It seems that the poor man is also a stranger." Ace muttered. "But this has nothing to do with us, and no one will pay for it. Let's find a sheriff to deal with this."

He turned to look at Barbara: "Ma'am, do you know how to contact the sheriff in the town?"

"There is no sheriff in the town, and we usually use the magistrates' court to resolve disputes."

"However." Barbara looked at him, "There are quite a few sheriffs in the city."

"So that monster sneaked to the window to watch me last night?" Donna sat on the wooden pier used for chopping firewood in the backyard, and angrily knocked on the back of the sheep. It's time to wake me up, I'm going to throw ashes in its eyes!"

Clayton reached out to grab the sheep back. He had just bought it with Pei Lun, and it was now his property.

"Donna, a lady shouldn't talk like that." He reprimanded leniently. "Ladies should express their emotions in more non-substantial words, like 'wash the shame', 'punish its disrespect'. Or so."

Donna wrinkled her nose and lowered her head:

"I know."

Nibbling dry bread, the lieutenant sighed again. He and Julius stayed on guard all night, but the monster did not come again.

The wizard was sitting on the woodpile next to him, inhaling the refreshing incense to recover his spirits. His physique was only a little better than that of ordinary people, and staying up late still made him uncomfortable.

Donna had a good night's sleep and was soon in high spirits again.

"So where are we going now?"

"Go to church," Clayton said.

The girl's face fell.

Clayton squeezed out a smile: "Hurry up and eat your breakfast, I have a gift for you later."

Because of the nervous tension overnight, his tone now is not natural.

Donna cheered and rushed to eat in the lobby.

She ate quickly, cleaned up the plates and bowls in a short while, and returned to the yard excitedly to wait for her uncle's gift.

Clayton stuffed a human hand and a snake skin into her arms as agreed.

Looking at them, Donna froze from her hair to her toes.

Julius looked at her with pity: "I think you should explain the content of the gift before giving it, so that she won't look forward to it so much."

Clayton also felt a little regretful. He reached out and patted his niece on the shoulder, trying to wake her up.

The girl thawed and cheered loudly.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart!"

She was holding these two strange things picked from the dead, her eyes were burning, as if she was about to eat them, her expression was even more werewolf than a werewolf.

It can be seen that she was just dazzled by the surprise just now, and her spirit is not in serious condition.

The wizard had no choice but to shrug his shoulders again: "Well, the people of Bracolla can't use common sense to speculate. But you gave her the hand of glory, what should you do?" He turned to the employer for advice.

Clayton also shrugged: "As long as she is fine, I can handle the rest of the bad luck myself."

The vitality of the werewolf is tenacious enough, so it is better to give all the hands of glory to the wizards. Outside of the battle, he still has to rely on these two to play a role.

He looked at his happy niece, and sighed slightly. He never thought that he would bring his relatives to face danger together—since Ulun died, he had been unwilling to imagine such a scene.
Now it was Uren's daughter who was about to take the risk.

"Okay, girl, since you want to act together with us, then tell me, apart from the magic of the link of fate, what else do you have to protect yourself?" He stared at the little girl, waiting for her to say embarrassingly, Or no such vocabulary.

But Donna was happier, she was happy to show herself.

"I can communicate with animals, and I can change shape, but I can only turn into ordinary animals."

She pointed at the sheep at Clayton's feet. "Like this—get down."

At the end of the slender fingertips, Yang looked at her coldly, standing still in place.

Clayton was silent.

"Well, being able to communicate with animals doesn't mean animals have to listen to me." Donna scratched her head. "However, if my mental power fluctuates sufficiently, I can also use the coercive command technique to deal with it. It can also be used against people."

Sheep are very stubborn animals, and Clayton probably understands this failure.

"Then how does the Transfiguration work?"

"Wait a mininute."

Donna slipped out and came back a moment later with the saddle bag.

She pulled Marshall's wolf fur out of it, and Julius' eyelids twitched, but after seeing Creighton's face, he didn't tell the truth after all.

The girl noticed Clayton's gaze, and suddenly realized that she had taken the other party's items without seeking the other party's opinion, which seemed a shameful thing.

"Sorry, I just thought it might be useful, so I took it out."

Clayton didn't mean to blame her: "You're doing the right thing. It's always right to be prepared before taking risks."

Donna felt relieved now, and focused on showing them how to use Transfiguration.

"First this and then this."

Clayton is tall, so the wolf fur around his neck does not look obtrusive.And when it unfolded beside the young girl, its length even faintly exceeded the latter's height.Donna struggled to cover the position of the wolf's head on top of her head, and her hands and feet corresponded with the limbs of the wolf's skin.

She was wearing wolf fur, looked up at the sky, swept her hands towards the sky, then retracted her gaze and jumped forward, rolled on the spot, and when she stood up again, she had turned into a tall black wolf.

It just stood there, majestic.

Clayton thought Marshall the Wolfwalker had come to life again.

Julius stood up directly from the pyre, with an expression of admiration on his face: "It's really a brilliant transfiguration, I don't think it's common in Bracolla. Not bad."

The black wolf rolled on the ground again, and the girl rolled out of the wolf's skin, triumphant.

"Not bad, is it?"

"Does animal skins have to be used for this witchcraft?" Clayton asked.

"Ah." The girl replied vaguely.

If there were no animal skins as materials for casting spells, she would have to achieve considerable attainments in anatomy to restore her current level.

The lieutenant was a little annoyed, he would have told Donna where his warehouse was if he had known about it.He bought a few lion skins from the colony in the first half of the year, and he hasn't sold them yet.

But knowing that Donna has a certain fighting power, he can rest assured.

Afterwards, they agreed with each other about what happened last night, and they went to church together.

Because they left early enough, they even stopped Priest Louis on his way to church.

Although the latter is alone at the moment, he is not afraid or vigilant when he sees outsiders approaching rashly. It seems that faith or other things are supporting his spirit, but he still shows a sad look.

Clayton greeted him, but he didn't respond immediately, but looked at the wizard suspiciously, and then he suddenly confirmed the identity of the lieutenant.

He asked coldly: "Oh, it's you, what's the matter with you?"

Clayton touched his smooth chin uncomfortably, this unprotected feeling made him uneasy: "Dear Priest Louis, we do have something important to discuss with you, just to let you know that we met last night Here comes the beast."

The priest's eyes sharpened.

"This is impossible!"

(End of this chapter)