The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

It seemed that the Salvation Army was finally leaving. Clayton heaved a sigh of relief and was more tolerant towards Hyde.

"How about this? I'll go to Mr. Schmidt's house with you later to see what information he has left."

Hyde didn't understand his intention: "We have looked for it and found nothing."

"Then look again," Clayton told him.

It took some time to eat before Clayton went out to join Hyde.

At about dusk, he entered the house of the old hunter Schmidt for the second time.

There is no other difference between here and when he came last time, many of the furnishings are still in his seat, and there is no trace of outsiders breaking in.

There were other hunter apprentices in the house, but only one was obviously not waiting for them, but was waiting for Schmidt. He didn't stay any longer after seeing Hyde and Clayton's arrival, and said a few words to Hyde. Then he left.

Schmidt was gone, but the patrols from dusk to night had to continue. They, the apprentices, received supplies from the villagers during the hunting break and were obliged to guard against the monster's next attack.

When there were only two people left in the room, Clayton combed the smell more deeply.

Hyde and the other apprentices have a key to Schmidt's house because they often work together, but it is closed to everyone except his own apprentices, including women. Clayton is in his house I didn't see any feminine products, and there was no smell of perfume left.

He has not married a wife at the age of 60, which is one of the reasons why Clayton is unwilling to bring Donna to communicate with him more.

A man of this age is still living alone and has no lovers. If this is not a physical problem, then his psychology is probably different from ordinary people.

"Have you found any clues?" Hyde asked.

Clayton pretended to reach out to shake the wine bottle and knives on the table, pretending that he was really checking here in a detective way.

"Nothing special, everything is normal, no blood, no bullet holes, he should have walked out of the room by himself."

The werewolf's nose twitched, distinguishing the smell in the room. Fortunately, no one had smoked here recently, so the smell here was still distinct and would not be covered by stronger smells.

"Did anyone see anyone visiting this house during the day?"

"No, we asked people nearby." Hyde sighed.

Schmidt disappeared so completely that intuition worried him and the other apprentices.

The old man is not only their teacher, but also the best hunter in Rewo. If the lord is still there, Schmidt will definitely be awarded the position of "Black Bow". If something unexpected happens to him, Hyde really doesn't know what to do to deal with that potential threat.

Seeing his worried look, Clayton paused, turned around, passed him, and walked towards the stairs.

"Let's go, then, and we'll find your teacher's 'town help'."

Hyde watched the antique dealer turn back, and he had to follow, but he still couldn't figure out his intention: "I also asked those people, and they said that they had never met the teacher, and because of some concerns, they Never take the initiative to visit teachers, it is Mr. Schmidt who goes to them."

Clayton put on his hat and opened the door, and the cold wind came in from outside. He looked back at Hyde with a very determined expression on his face.

"That's why they lied."

The smell doesn't lie here, at least not a werewolf.

The former warrant officer, now the new tomb robber-Winston Jean Stewart has been here.

I don't know how long it has been since the tomb robbers from "Easter Island" visited Schmidt. There are only remnants in the house with the doors and windows closed. On the cold and windy street, there is nothing left about their smell.

However, both Clayton and Hyde knew where the group of tomb robbers lived, and they went directly to visit according to the address.

However, they arrived one step too late, and the room was empty.

After knocking on the door, the person who came out to receive them was the temporary landlord of the tomb robber. He was very surprised to see the new visitor. Clayton had appeared in many public places before and was considered one of the most famous outsiders this month. The reason why One reason is that there is a pair of ugly and outrageous masters and servants in the town.

"Do you want to rent here? I guarantee it is much safer than a hotel. Little Perun is a good guy, but his self-defense equipment is only a sword, which can't protect anyone. And I have two shotguns here."

"no thank you."

Clayton rejected him bluntly: "What about the two men who lived here before?"

"They left in the afternoon, maybe." The landlord was also a little confused when he said this, and the sentence stopped.

The two men took all their luggage with them when they left, as if they were going to leave Rhewo, but there seemed to be no other horses or donkeys and mules to drive in the town except for the mounts of the new gunmen. Where can a leg go?

Clayton understood everything just by looking at him.

"Did anyone come here to look for them before they left?"

"It's Pei Lun's new tenants, those who live next to you."

"Did you hear what they said?"

The landlord shook his head: "How dare I approach them? They don't look easy to mess with. Who knows if they are gang members."

This is strange. Clayton can't imagine the reason for the Salvation Army to find the tomb robbers. They should have left early. Could it be that someone recognized Winston?That guy had served in a different place than him before, maybe he had an old acquaintance in the Salvation Army.

The Salvation Army visited Winston, and then Winston asked Schmidt to go out, and then Schmidt disappeared-these steps may not be related. Although Creighton was suspicious, there was no evidence to prove that the Salvation Army Jun and Schmidt's disappearance.

Because no matter how you think about it, there is no reason for Schmidt and the Salvation Army to intersect.

The Salvation Army wants to leave Rewo quickly, and it is a waste of time to communicate with Schmidt, and Schmidt wants to secretly dig treasures, of course, it is impossible to try to establish a cooperative relationship with the Salvation Army. Armed, even if Schmidt has a local advantage, it is impossible to completely subdue them. After digging out the treasure, he must give up more benefits, which is unacceptable to him.

What's more, Schmidt had been very wary of the existence of the Salvation Army before.

So where did the old man go?

Ian Lazarus prostrated himself by the river, with his head submerged in the water, and sucked the flowing clear liquid into his mouth with all his strength.His clothes had been stained with mud, and the original color could not be seen.

The originally well-groomed blond hair was disheveled, but he no longer cared about arranging his appearance. Suppressing the flames in his body was the top priority now.

It took a full 20 seconds before he pulled his head out of the water, his eyes were dazed, but he didn't pant violently because of the previous breath-holding, and he was calm and scary-as if he no longer needed to breathe.

But he himself didn't realize this, and just buried his head in the water again after a few seconds.

Not enough, still not enough.

No matter how much water he drank, he couldn't calm down the thirst deep in his throat, as if there was a flame burning there, and every drop of water he drank was evaporated before it passed through the esophagus, and his body was dying every inch of it because of this strange phenomenon Dry and cracked, even drinking a lot of cold river water can only extinguish the flame for a few moments.

After only a few seconds, he had to bury his head again, moisten his throat with river water, and relieve that twisted hunger and thirst.

As he drank more vigorously, some transparent drops of water seeped out from his skin, making his already dirty clothes wet and sticky, and the combined volume of those drops of water was probably just as large as his. The water you drink matches.

He is no longer allowed to sustain himself with drinking water.

When Ian realized this, he endured the pain and left the river. He could not waste time here.

But in the same way, he doesn't remember what he is going to do. What are those things that he needs to complete immediately, and he can't delay here?

Back in a nearby town?
Ian doesn't know if this is his original goal, because his memory is fragmented, and the information he thinks of every moment is reversed and repeated, and he can't tell when these memories were created, but this idea is deeply rooted.It seemed like a decision he had made not so long ago.

Besides, he had no memory of why he was in the forest at all.My throat is also terribly thirsty, and my stomach is also very hungry.

"Am I sick?" he asked himself. The symptoms seemed like some serious fever.

The physical discomfort reminded him of some episodes of illness in the past, but when those episodes happened, he was lying on his bed without exception, and no matter how bad he was, he was indoors instead of appearing in a forest.

He had the idea of ​​going back to the river to check his appearance on the water surface, but quickly suppressed it.

Ian gave up thinking. He walked on the forest path, following the traces of human beings, and he believed that he would reach the end and find his companion.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped again, holding onto a nearby tree to rest.

He said it was a rest, but he didn't feel that the stay would restore his physical strength. His instinct told him that this body didn't need to rest at this moment, but something was missing in his body. Only by finding what his body lacked could he recover. energy.

"Is it food?"

Ian couldn't help touching the corner of his mouth, where the skin was cracked and had a rough feel.

At the same time, the churning thirst made him turn his eyes to the sparkling river again, but he couldn't bear the temptation after all, and his legs moved again.

Ian returned to the river and lay down, taking a mouthful of water in his mouth.

This posture made his face parallel to the water surface, which was just right for him to check his complexion.He looked intently into the water, but his own reflection was extremely blurred in the swaying water light. He waited for a while, but his reflection in the water did not become clear, so he stood up in disappointment and went back to the forest path.

He couldn't remember when he woke up, it seemed a long time ago, at least a few hours had passed, but his vision kept seeing the red and yellow light, as if time had been frozen at dusk. time.

However, as he continued his journey, the sky gradually dimmed.

Ian can no longer see anything, but he can still inexplicably feel the changes in the surrounding environment, such as a tree, a stone, and an ups and downs. He can distinguish these obstacles without using his eyes, and he can bypass or step over them neatly. His mind was still groggy, far less agile than his body movements.

Some tiny lights moved quickly in the sky, they twinkled, but Ian knew they were not stars.

As these points of light passed by, Ian heard the sound of birds chirping.

He didn't know what was going on, but he licked his lips instinctively, and a thought flashed through his mind: "It would be great if I could shoot a bird to eat, and maybe make a fire to heat it. But if there is no If I take this step, maybe I can fill my belly faster.”

With the birth of this idea, he touched his chest, and those guns that were more familiar than memory fragments immediately reassured him.

He held the handle of the gun at the position he remembered, and took off the two pistols from the straps on his chest, but the light spots quickly scattered, and a heavy and chaotic sound came from the opposite side of the road, and the two pistols were scattered. these little creatures.

Ian saw two huge groups of red light floating from the end of his field of vision, warm and moving.

"What's that?" he wondered blankly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down once.

He had never heard of this kind of sight, but the red light exuded a kind of aroma, which aroused his appetite in a more intense way, even more alluring than those light spots in the sky, perhaps it was a new kind of food.

The red light stopped in front of him, and he heard some vague sounds, which seemed to be questions or requests, but he couldn't hear it more clearly, as if he was still sinking his head under the water and someone was talking to him on the shore. Same.

But how could this be human?How can people grow up like this?
Ian was stunned. He wanted to think further, but a burst of heat surged from his body, urging him to attack.

He was really hungry and thirsty and had to find a way to satisfy himself.Thinking was a drag on this hunting opportunity, so Ian stopped thinking about it and raised his gun at the two red lights, but the gunfire came faster than he expected.

Peng!
Winston Jean Stewart, holding a shotgun, and his only remaining grave robber companion, Foday, watched the strange man with green eyes like will-o'-the-wisp fall down.

In the dark night, the light of the torch illuminates two sweaty faces.

"Hurry up, it's definitely not dead yet." He took back his torch from Fodai, and quickened his pace to bypass this section of the road.

Just as he said, the human body struggled on the ground and seemed to want to stand up, but the shot just now broke its leg, and it was impossible for it to catch up again.

"I still have bullets."

Fodai looked back tremblingly after him, and took out the pistol again.

"Stop shooting!" Winston snarled.

The shot just now had exposed their position in the forest. If they continued to shoot, they might attract other monsters.