The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 184 Circular Orbit
When Clayton found his own people, he saw Danny, the jeweler's son, talking to Barbara in a low voice, and Barbara glanced at Julius from time to time.

After noticing Creighton, Danny looked a little awkward, but he still greeted him.

"I didn't know you were a sheriff." His tone was a little more flattering.

Clayton replied: "Only in Sasha City, I was the sheriff, but here, I am just an antiquities recycling dealer, so it doesn't matter if I don't reveal my identity."

Danny gave a stiff smile.

This answer was full of loopholes. If Clayton didn't plan to come to Revo as a sheriff to do business, then there was no need for him to ask his father about the necklace.

Clayton himself understood this, and he was keenly aware of the young man's disdain, which may have been caused by the treatment he and Julius had last time.

"What, what are you talking about? Is it a secret topic that the sheriff can't listen to?"

The lieutenant wanted to ease the atmosphere by joking, but Danny didn't appreciate it in his heart, and his face was still rigid.

"We're talking about New Years," Barbara answered him.

Perot coughed, and his hoarse voice raised the volume: "We will stay here until the end of next month, and then we will go back to the city. If there are people who are willing to walk together, we can take care of each other on the road. But Danny wants If you want to enter the city this month."

Law enforcement forces such as sheriffs and local courts are confined to town settlements, and there are still many bandit groups operating on the main roads, and those who want to go out often go together.

Even if Sasha City was the nearest city, it would take them two days to go there by carriage, and the longer the time, the more likely to encounter accidents.

That's why Clayton was so disturbed when he knew that Donna came to Rewo alone.

However, it would be inopportune for Danny to bring up the matter at this time.

Clayton used his own experience to guide young people: "It's not worthwhile to go to the city now. The environment in the city is not stable. And there are monsters and robbers outside the town. That corpse should teach you this. There are very few robbers. If there are those who are alone, if they have an informant in the city who has heard about your going out, then it is not a problem to prepare an ambush outside the town, where the patrols cannot guard."

The recent notoriety of werewolves spreading in Rewo may be fake, but evil creatures and robbers are real.

"I said so too." Perot nodded.

Few people want to go to the city this year, and the only people who can join Danny are the old couple, and maybe Clayton and his party.

Danny is obviously unwilling to contact the latter, so he can only choose to persuade the Perots to leave early.

It's a pity that Perot was unwilling to help this favor. He didn't want to go with Danny because of his grievances with Danny and his need to hide his wife's abnormal state. Rejecting his first request would look petty, and someone like Clayton was needed to provide a valid excuse for refusing.

"Yes, it's really dangerous."

Perot showed a hint of the cunning of the elderly: "So we will walk with our son during the New Year. If you are willing to come and accompany us at that time, of course we welcome you, but it is not possible this month. Our people are still Too few, and Barbara and I are too old to be on watch with you at night."

He could see that this young man was in a hurry to go to the city, and next month, this need might not continue to exist,
Danny glanced at the lieutenant. He didn't want to confront the sheriff, but it was important to convince Perot.

"Because the robber is nearby, we should leave as soon as possible, so as not to live in danger. And if, as Mr. Bello said, the robber must be a local, he should not kill his fellow countrymen, Look at that dead man, he's a stranger."

This statement is too absurd, and the panic also made Danny lose his proper logic. He just urged Perot blindly, ignoring his contradictory reasons.

Clayton lost the desire to continue communicating, and interrupted him bluntly: "Mr. Danny, did you hear this rule from the robbers, or did you imagine it yourself? Since you plan to travel far away, I don't think you can Put your own safety on the possibility that the robbers will behave. If you really want to go to the city now, then I suggest that you go out with your own gun instead of trying to persuade others to accompany you on the adventure."

After the lieutenant finished speaking, he waved at Donna and Julius without looking at Danny's face, and walked towards the river.

The sheriff made his judgment, and the others could not find any error in that conclusion, so they decided to close the case.

People die unexpectedly every year. The death of animal trainer Macht may be bizarre, but in the past historical records, it is just a monotonous number. There is no difference between being killed by a monster or being killed by a robber.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the Hooke detectives were about to leave, their work not yet done.

But Ian Lazarus didn't move his footsteps. He asked "Rabbit" Ace for a while, and he wanted to check the body again.

Clayton Bello's conclusion has quite good reasons, and Ian is not sure to overthrow it in public for a while, but he knows that there are indeed supernatural forces in this world-the black sheriff ignored one point and thought It is indeed not a problem for adult men to bend such a slender iron bar, but if it is purposeful to sew two corpses together, the difficulty is much higher than simply bending, even if it can be done, at least It will take close to a day.

The trainer had been missing for at least a day before he was confirmed dead, and he figured the trainer's companions wouldn't turn a blind eye.

If the time of death of the animal trainer Macht can be confirmed, then the scope of the murderer's activities can be roughly determined.

The young detective stood beside the dead body thinking, while waiting for the notified circus members to arrive together with a few other curious guys.

About half an hour later, the local who went to inform the circus ran back in a hurry, but no one else followed behind him, and his expression seemed flustered.

"All gone!" he cried. "Their luggage is still there, but the horses are gone!"

Ian Lazarus jumped up, grabbed him and rushed out.

Led by the flustered local, they took a shortcut and soon arrived at the foot of the hillside where the circus set up tents. Those colorful tents were still in place, embellishing the barren hills in winter with a joyous atmosphere.

But there was no sound at all here, and the circus people were gone.

In order to prove that he was not lying, the local yelled twice, but no one around responded to him.

The detective asked him to go back by himself first, while he pulled out two guns and walked cautiously into the tent.

Most of the camp tents were intact, and the sundries inside were neatly arranged. Only the largest white tent was overturned on the ground, and the wedges fixing the four corners of the bottom were all pulled out, and the soil on the ground also showed signs of turning.

Ian looked around and carefully pried up a piece of soil with his toes after making sure there were no other creatures around.

Even though the murderer had cleaned the scene, he could smell a mixture of fuel and blood.

This is a very pungent substance, and it is difficult to completely eradicate it.

The boxes piled up next to it were broken, and some clay fragments were scattered on the ground. From the large fragments that were not completely smashed, the detective saw the shape of a rabbit's ear.

There was a fight in the white performing arts tent—Ian Lazarus judged it this way, but he couldn't judge the number of the two parties. There were no footprints at the scene for reference, and it might have been disposed of by the murderer.

But this is also useful information, at least he knows that this murderer has rich experience, and it is definitely not the first time to kill someone, otherwise he would not be so vigilant.

A traveling circus wagon was parked next to the camp, and the horses were as missing as their owners.

Ian Lazarus walked along the hillside and found no other traces of battle nearby. It seemed that all conflicts were confined to the white tents.

It was a short, quick violent clash.

A picture quickly appeared in his mind - a werewolf or other monster rushed into the white tent and clashed with the circus members inside. After a short fight, the monster easily killed the animal trainer, and The others lost their will to fight and fled directly on horseback.

He simply restored the most likely scenario, but he still had doubts in his heart.

Why didn't the circus people call the patrol to help them?
When the Hooke detectives came to Rewo, they could see those hunters who were tangled up in groups holding torches and shotguns. They gathered together specifically to deal with the "beasts", and they had enough courage.If the traveling circus had been stationed here, there was no reason to ignore this powerful force.

Ian Lazarus mused, feeling that he was getting close to the truth.

These people did not call for the patrol when they encountered danger, perhaps because they were too nervous to call out, for fear that they would become the target of monsters.In that case, maybe they will be attacked at night, because the darkness will magnify people's fear, and it is also human's fighting instinct to avoid revealing their positions in the dark.

But what if it wasn't night when they were attacked?

These people did not flee in the direction of Rewo, nor did they call for help from the patrol team, so the conclusion that can be deduced from this fact is a bit scary.

Perhaps it was precisely because they saw the murderer's face that they made the above decision.

The patrols can't help, and the town isn't safe.

The person who killed Macht, the animal trainer, was probably a native of Ghewo, and he had a high position, which made everyone in the circus have no intention of confronting, because the patrol team would not help them, and entering the town was not easy for them. Going into a cage makes no difference.

As soon as Ian thought of this, his body gradually began to heat up from this terrifying possibility, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

If Revo were a town ruled by monsters, he wouldn't know what to do next.

Suddenly, a flash of thought flashed across his back, and he remembered a person who was a major suspect—that was Ms. Barbara who was walking with him this morning!
Knowing that there are "werewolves" raging, she still has to go out to pick berries, and she is not familiar with the surrounding environment, and even lost her way outside the town like him!
If no one forced her to do so, how could she, a woman, be willing to leave the town alone and come to this desolate and deep forest where murderous intent lurks?
Perhaps it was the murderer who threatened her with violence and power to observe the circus again.

The sun shone on Ian's body, and his fingers holding the musket turned white from excessive force.

He knew that there might be a reasonable explanation behind these doubts, or maybe he was thinking too much, but he didn't want to let go of this possibility and the opportunity to save others because of his negligence.
He thought of his parents who died at the hands of the darkin, and his brother who had just passed away last month, and finally drew a resolute cross on his chest.

(End of this chapter)