The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 20 Trap
The reason for saying "as if" is because Clayton has no evidence to prove that someone followed him.

All guesses come from intuition.

It is true that there are strange situations such as a slight increase in the temperature around him, and the sound of his footsteps is heavier than before, but these situations may also be caused by a poor mental state.

This feeling didn't stop until he arrived at the Mani family's old house.

Clayton couldn't help feeling suspicious and uneasy about the trip.

In any case, this was Joe Mani's trouble, but now it seemed that he needed to solve it all, and there would be serious consequences if he didn't solve it.

Just thinking about it made him feel a little hungry.

After transforming into a dark descendant, he has some more instincts, nature and other things, and it is very different from human beings.

Negative emotions and exhaustion will turn into appetite, and it will continue to grow if it is not satisfied. You must overeat in the werewolf form to soothe your mind, otherwise you will continue to be restless. This is why his food expenditure has increased tenfold recently one of the most important reasons.

If he hadn't had the money to buy a lot of meat, he would have attacked pastures or humans like the wild werewolves in folklore.

After stabilizing his emotions, he opened the gate of the old house with the key given by Joe Mani.

The door leaf was pushed aside, and a puff of dusty air rushed in.

Clayton visited once four years ago, but that time he came as a guest, so the scope of activities was limited to the first floor, and the layout of the second and third floors was unclear.

At that time, Joe Marney still had two maids to take care of, and when he sold the "corroded silver coins", those two maids also disappeared.

On the east side of the first floor is the living room, next to it is the kitchen, and the washroom is on the west side near the door.

There was a perfect layer of dust on the ground, apparently no one had been there recently.

Clayton didn't ignore the first floor just because he had been there before, but there was really nothing here.

The living room was empty, with only some basic table and chair furniture, and an old horsehair sofa.The plates and jars were still there in the kitchen, as well as some expired spices, and the silverware that had once been used for hospitality was gone, which Jo had apparently sold later for travel expenses.

There were some pots in the low cabinet by the stove, and Clayton didn't think they were of much concern.

So he left the kitchen and walked up the grand staircase with its mahogany banister.

Starting from the second floor, there are paintings hanging on the walls every short distance, so many that it is annoying.

From garden landscapes to portraits, each one is unique.

Clayton found Joe's bedroom on the second floor,
Joe certainly hasn't lived in Sasha since he came back, because there's a lot of mouse droppings, and a thick layer of dust from the table to the floor.

The desk is pasted under the window sill, and you can see the scenery outside the window when you look up.

The train station in St. Alvin's Parish and the parts factory with its tall chimneys belching smoke can be seen here.

When those huge steam and mechanical operation noises reached here, they had dissimilated into elephant-like sounds.

It may be this problem that few people are willing to continue to live in these old houses nearby.

The window was open, and the stale wind was blowing in, and the colorless curtains danced in the wind like a tattered dancer, four years a day.

There are only a few books on the shelves here, poetry collections, novels, and Joe's math textbook.

All dispensable existence.

There was a picture frame on the bedside table, and Clayton went to pick it up.

In the photo, a man and a woman are holding the young Joe Mani and smiling brightly. They have similarities with Joe in appearance. They are probably Joe's parents, Joseph and Mavis.

Clayton hadn't seen them in person, so he knew nothing about them.

Joe seldom mentioned them, as if Joseph had been living most of the time with his wife in St. Mored's Parish in order to look after business, and only had Joe Marney looked after.

The two generations have little communication, so they are not as close as normal parents and children.

This is indeed suspicious.

Clayton calculated that "Rusted Silver Coin" made a lot of money in his original amateur hands. Even if Joseph Mani really didn't have the talent to make money, it wouldn't be enough for Joe to reach the level he is today. .

He had heard that some gangsters would work away from home and then disguise themselves as another at home.

Perhaps in the hands of Joseph, the "corroded silver coin" was just a cover to disguise his identity.

Clayton put down the photo frame and searched under the carpet and under the bed, but found nothing but a collection of secret paintings of teenagers with average taste.

He turned to search other rooms on the second floor, including the guest room, bathroom and family storage, but found nothing.

Except for Joe's room, there is no room on the second floor that has "meaningful" things in it.

All the preserved utensils are the simplest, and only have the basic functions of life, and nothing less will do.

I don't know if the Mani family began to decline in Joseph's generation, or if Joe sold all the good things to make up for travel expenses.

Clayton came out of the family warehouse in disgrace. His nose couldn't stand it, the dust was killing his sense of smell.

Only the third floor has not been found yet.

He walked up to the third floor, and the placement of the paintings on the wall gradually increased with the slope of the stairs.

After crossing the last step, there are no other paintings in the corridor on the third floor, all of them are frontal busts of people.

Clayton knew the etiquette of such portraits.

This means that from here on, all the people depicted in the portraits are direct ancestors of the Mani family.

They were old or young, male or female, staring straight at the people in the room.

Creighton moved across the corridors from their line of sight, inspecting the rooms with their doors open.

One of them was a huge room with no windows, covering an area equal to one-third of the entire floor.A gorgeous double bed is attached to the wall, and there is a dressing table. A large golden chandelier in the shape of exotic flowers is hung from the ceiling. The tubular candle holders are densely packed, and it is hard to imagine the grand occasion when it is lit.

He thought it might be the room that Joseph and his wife used to use.

There was a book on the dressing table, but the curtains were drawn in this room, so there was not enough light for him to see the cover of the book at the door.

He went in, went to the window and drew the curtains a little to let the sunlight in.

At the same time as Clayton moved, the chandelier on the ceiling behind him gradually changed its color, spreading out the petal-like tubular bracket silently, and the outer surface was plated with a layer of black and red link patterns, just like some kind of drama in the Western Continent. Poisonous spider.

Those tubular supports hang down, and the through-tube structure that should have been connected to the ceiling behind the chandelier appears in its original shape.

It was the head of a girl biting a wooden wedge.

Her eyes were fixed on Creighton's back.

Clayton unconsciously dusted the book in his hand against the window, and it was too late when he heard the wind.

The sharp ends of the jointed limbs slashed across his calf.

He quickly rolled over to avoid it, but the muscle in his right leg had been pierced, and the blood flowed profusely.

The giant spider with the girl's head lying on the double bed looked at him and smiled coquettishly.

"Clara has waited! Clara is the smartest! Joe Mani broke the contract, and he entered this room! His flesh and blood are mine!"

Clayton dragged his injured leg into the dark part of the room, his body swelled and tore his clothing, revealing the strong and majestic torso of a werewolf.

He opened the wolf kiss, new hatred and old hatred welled up in his heart, and he roared furiously:
"I'm fucking Creighton!"

The two black shadows tangled together in an instant.

Although the room was large, it was still too small for two monsters.

Spider-Woman screamed "It's all the same! It's all the same!", then raised her long legs with black and red rings that were several times more than normal spiders, and poked at Creighton, drawing five or six deep strokes on his arm. The wound, and other supporting legs were deeply embedded in the bed board.

Not to be outdone, Clayton turned against the attack and cut off her four legs.

Clear liquid sprayed from the severed limb, wetting dust and white sheets.

"Clara hurts! It hurts!"

The strange creature leaped backwards, lying on the wall, the position of the severed limb twitched, white granulation visible to the naked eye grew out of the wound, and then dried and hardened to look the same as before.

The girl's head on the spider's body shook its head: "But Clara is not afraid, Clara is immortal!"

The sharp pain of the initial injury stimulated Creighton, and he could no longer suppress his instinct,
He wants something to eat right now, anything.

A spider with a human head would be nice too.

Clayton's already thick arms swelled again, and with a sudden force, he threw up the double bed weighing about six or seven hundred pounds, and smashed it against the bed with the sound of the wind. Clara the spider lying on the wall.

(End of this chapter)