The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

The body fell to the ground with a low sound.

This is the body of a circus dwarf. When Clayton and Julius found him, he was dead. The circus musicians thought they did it and sent them two shots, which is Julius. The creator of Ernes' current shoulder injury.

But Clayton had no memory of hiding the body.

He had planned to leave it with the local magistrates court for warning, so he didn't touch the body at all.

He locked in here by smell and intuition.

That villain has been here.The werewolf still feels slightly paralyzed when breathing around here.

"I smell something evil, it's been here," he said.

It may be because the tree hole blocked the interaction of airflow from the outside, and the smell on the corpse was still fresh.

Now they can basically confirm that the person who added the new costume to the animal trainer and the person who moved the corpse are the same person, or the same thing.

"It seems that when we killed people that day, it was not far away, and it was because of our intervention that it noticed us and regarded us as the next target."

Julius squatted down and looked at the corpse carefully. Unlike the animal trainer, it hadn't changed at all.

But that's weird.

If this person was killed by evil things, what's the purpose of it?

The person who killed Clayton was displayed in a high-profile manner, while the dwarf who killed himself was hidden in the tree hole.

Is it trying to frame werewolves?

As for the werewolf himself—he also squatted down. He didn't feel that he was inferior to that villain in fighting alone, but at this moment it was indeed necessary to check the corpse again and collect the opponent's combat information.

The wizard's fingers lifted the clothes worn by the corpse, revealing the blood stains underneath.

"The left rib is ripped open, and its claws may be as sharp as yours," he warned Creighton.

The latter also pays off.

"His right arm was broken, or broken."

Clayton didn't find traces of scratches on the sleeves of the corpse, so he can only think that the evil creature broke the dead man's hand with the strength of its forelegs alone, rather than the dead man bumping into some entity.

Donna stood aside and watched them analyze the corpse, her curiosity soon overcame her nausea.

She crouched across from Clayton, eagerly joining in the game.

In Bracolla's days, although she had never seen a corpse, she had also been taught how to attack and the consequences of attacking.The animal trainer and the more tragic corpses in front of her made her gradually integrate those teachings, and now she has gotten used to the appearance of the man who died unexpectedly, and her trust in her uncle made her not harbor any grudges around the corpses.

Although this was a male corpse, Donna had seen many poor children who couldn't afford clothes in the city of South Bliga, so she already knew the body of the opposite sex, so she didn't feel shy.

The folds of the collar of the deceased's clothes were opened, and a name was written inside.

"Senwitt."

It made it obvious at a glance that Sunwitt was dead.

Donna saw her uncle scratching open the sleeve with the werewolf's pointed nails, revealing a series of bruises underneath. The purple-red scar was continuous, and it was hard to tell the original shape, but the uncle could still recognize its original appearance at once.

"It grabbed the arm of the deceased with five fingers. It was very forceful, so the fingerprints were deeply sunken. After the alienation, the monster still had human-like fingers. Its hand...may be just like me now."

Julius also took off the clothes on the lower body of the corpse and inspected it carefully.But the dwarf's body is too small to leave much to look at.

"It's useless for me to find other injuries. His injury is only one under the ribs, which is very fatal."

Donna suddenly opened her mouth like a detective: "It's indeed fatal, but it's not precise. It's just strong enough to cause the tear to widen enough to cause him to bleed profusely. Compared with such an obvious wound, I think the wound left by that evil creature when it killed The details below are more worthy of our attention.”

She reached out to the corpse and was slapped away by Clayton.

"You just have to say it."

Donna withdrew her hand aggrievedly: "I saw that the skin at the edge of the wound seemed to be a little different."

Clayton pressed his fingers to the wound on the ribs of the deceased, and indeed felt a little strange.

The skin at the edge of the wound was slightly lifted above the flesh, like a postage stamp not stuck to the envelope. He used his nails to pick up the outer edge of the skin and pulled it hard, peeling off a palm-sized piece from the flesh. The flag, with the end still glued to the corpse.

Decaying corpses do shed their skin, but this man died yesterday, a long time before the rotting stage.

This is the trace left by the murderer. It peeled off part of the skin of the deceased, but the deposited blood re-adhered to the skin, which prevented them from discovering this at first.

"That guy is a leatherworker—a breed of evil." Donna said, she was sure of her judgment.

The loss to Adelaide left her eager to prove herself with another success, and monster recognition had always been a strong suit of the witches of Bracolla.

Evil creatures are deformed human beings whose spiritual alienation leads to physical alienation.

And different desires will lead them to mutate in different directions. Those who yearn for power will become "butchers" who yearn for blood and overwhelming victory, while those who are addicted to seeking will change into "cooks" with big bellies and dissatisfaction...

Those who pursue beauty are easily seduced by the appearance of others, and become "leathermakers" with thin fingertips and proficient sewing.

Uncle Clayton saw the slender figure of the villain, and coupled with the details of the scar, she could be sure of the identity of the other party.I just don't know why, the leatherworker didn't fully attach to the instinct, it only peeled a little out of habit and then left.

Clayton frowned. He didn't know that the leatherworker was also a villain, and the content of the occult books Tritis sent was not comprehensive enough.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

He came back to his senses: "I've heard the word leatherworker. I mean that time it was also in this context. Our army has dealt with this kind of enemy and wiped out dozens of them in one go."

Before he became a werewolf, he fought against the leatherworker, or the admirer of the leatherworker.

There is a land in Loren, where people have special beliefs. They firmly believe that good qualities only exist in the skin, and taking the skins of other creatures can increase their virtues.

Almost the entire tribe is proficient in the art of skinning and tanning.

In the beginning, this country was also doing business with the Dorne army, regularly providing high-quality leather belts and boots. It was not until more and more soldiers disappeared around this country that the army decided to investigate and start an investigation. After the truth surfaced, the Kingdom Army Surrounded the settlement in the name of catching the murderer.

"How did you defeat the leatherworker in the first place?" Donna asked expectantly with her eyes wide open.

The weakest leatherworkers are much stronger than mortals, as strong as a liger and as fast as a leopard.

"I didn't go, I mean I didn't meet them in person." Clayton said: "My chief at the time said they were hidden in the ancient underground palace of the natives, and there were so many people, so we directly bombed them with cannons and explosives. All surface entrances and exits, bury them in the ground."

That settlement was later razed, and the kingdom of Dorne murdered them all as marauders, and he took part in the killing.

"We obviously don't have cannons in our hands." Julius shrugged, turned his head and asked Donna: "How is it that the villain and the werewolf are stronger or weaker? I want to hear good news."

However, the girl is also difficult to choose.

"I don't know, it's just evil... Their abilities are more aimed at humans."

When she said this, she was expecting Clayton to show her strength. She wanted to see the werewolf.

Clayton didn't hear what was going on in her mind, so he just stood up and waved: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go find another corpse and see if it only played with the animal trainer. Maybe we can find out what to do with it." reason."

Priest Louis said he had to deal with the evil, but he was a mortal after all. Clayton had to be a good follower of the failure of the priesthood. Even if the locals failed to kill it, they must have a way to repel it, or even destroy it.

It would be unwise to ignore such an enemy because of promises that others do not know will be fulfilled.

They set off again to find the corpses of the circus members one by one in the hidden canopy of the deep forest.

The head of the circus—the charred body of the dwarf hadn't changed in any way, but it still made Donna feel sick, and fled away without taking a second look.

Clayton and Julius peeled back the charred clothing to confirm that no other forces were involved.

Gilda woman, her death is the most complete, only a penetrating wound in the waist and abdomen, not much blood flow, Clayton gave her a good time, so the body is still clean.

Because Donna was on the sidelines, Clayton did not conduct a very detailed search, leaving underwear on the body.

There was no more useful information on the dead witch.

The Unholy did not desecrate her body in any way, like the previous two.

They put the body back where it belonged, and the next stop is the Joker.

In order to cover the werewolf bite marks on the face of the corpse, the Joker's head was smashed whole by Creighton.But because corpses don't bleed, the worst gaps look clean.

At least this one Donna can bear.

There were no new wounds on the headless body, but Creighton felt that the clown was different from the last time they met.

The clown's colorful costume was gone, and he was wearing only a cotton underwear, with two bare legs showing below--his trousers were gone.

Donna squatted beside her, curiously watching Clayton's inspection movements,

But the state of this corpse is really strange, she can't think of why the evil thing would do this.

"This is really weird." Clayton said the same, as if speaking from his niece's heart, his experience is not enough at the moment.

If vengeance had been the driving force behind the leatherworker's actions, what had he done with the corpse?
That villain stripped off the clown's clothes, but continued to hide the corpse, and put on the costume again, indicating that it still does not want others to discover the corpse, so what is its main purpose?Are you looking for something?

But he and Julius had searched the corpse's clothes immediately after the battle, and those pockets were already empty.

Clayton had no way of knowing what the leatherworker was thinking.

Fortunately, there was still a deceased person waiting for them to see him, so he didn't have to rush to conclusions.

Even if they couldn't find out the motive of this evil creature, they could still tell Priest Louis that it belonged to a leatherworker, believing that the priesthood had more ways to deal with evil things than they did.

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"Is it true that no one is intimidating you?" Ian Lazarus asked Barbara again.

He was unaware of Perot's fire-breathing eyes.

Not everyone is happy to see young men visiting their wives repeatedly.

Some urbanites may feel that their faces are glowing, because it is a manifestation of their wife's charm and a circumstantial evidence of a happy marriage.But old Perrault was a conservative man, and he didn't like this kind of thing.

The detective came to the door for different reasons every time, and it was hard for him to believe that the other party's purpose was really official.

"She hasn't been back for a long time. She just wants to miss the old way of life when she goes out. Do you have any questions?"

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