The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 25 New Member

Sitting still.

That's where Creighton is right now.

After returning from the old mansion of the Mani family, the first thing he did was to inform Bruno to end the investigation of the Angel Club with Broken Wings.

In the detective agency, that is, at his own home, Bruno poured Clayton a cup of tea, and the rare tea leaves were kept in a small amount.

"Looking at the progress of the work so soon? It's only been a week now, don't expect us to find out much."

Clayton didn't care about it, he drank the tea in one gulp: "I didn't think so, stop the investigation now, submit a report of your findings to me, the commission is coming to an end."

"What's the matter, what happened?"

Bruno straightened his body with a dignified expression.

He also remembered Clayton saying the mission was dangerous.

The other party's expression now doesn't look like a perfect solution to the incident behind it.

"There was a little accident." Clayton was reluctant to say more.

Bruno glanced at his expression, got up and went to the bedroom to get a bottle of wine to replace the tea on the table.

He poured a little into Clayton's glass and took most of the rest away.

"I will ask the assistant in charge of the investigation to write the paper report as soon as possible, and it will be handed in no later than next Friday. Remember to check the mailbox every day."

Clayton nodded and drank his glass again.

"Thank you."

After settling the matter here, he rushed to the home of St. Morede Parish as if chasing time.

The new resident at home makes him not very reassured.

It's in the study, in that showcase nailed to the wall.

In the bowl-shaped glass fish tank was the head of a beautiful young girl, with blond hair floating like seaweed.

Through the curved glass with distorted light, she saw Clayton use the key to open the door, anger appeared on her face, and she opened her mouth to roar:

"Gulululu.Gululu."

No bubbles, just the liquid in the fish tank boiling.

Even with the loss of most of her body, she retains some feeble abilities to interfere with the outside world.

But Clayton had found something to hold her back, so she wouldn't recover and escape when he left the house.

The transparent liquid in the fish tank is not water, but the developer solution he bought in the photo studio.

This liquid contains silver halide, also known as silver salt solution.

The thin silver salt solution can't do much damage to Clara, but it can still suppress the powerful recovery power.

Clayton wasn't going to keep her in the fishbowl forever.

He couldn't remember who told him, but he could get valuable information from this demon with only a head left.

If you want her to talk, you have to take her out.

Although Clara was very evil when she wanted to kill Creighton, and her real body was also very ugly, but it is still very deceptive when only the head is left.

Outsiders would only think it was the head of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

Clayton had to admit that he felt pity again, but that didn't stop him from doing business.

He reached out his hands into the fish tank and lifted Clara out.

"Clara, if you agree to cooperate, I can promise to you"

"puff!"

Clara pursed her mouth, and the developer liquid in her mouth shot out like an arrow, hitting Clayton's face and splashing water.

"I suggest you adjust your attitude!"

Clayton scowled, pushed her back into the fish tank, and rushed into the bathroom to turn on the tap to wash his face.

When he returned to the study again, he saw Clara soaking in the fish tank and trying to swim with her tongue.

He tried to get her out again, this time well prepared.

"You have to be obedient. Be obedient, and I'll give you this—"

Clayton took out the raw minced beef he ate at night, and it was still dripping with blood, and Clara's eyes immediately sucked it up.

He threw the little piece into the fish tank.

The ground beef slowly sank in a liquid denser than water, and Clara opened her mouth to suck it in, and the water sucked in by her mouth was expelled from her neck, even pushing her up a little.

It seems that I like it very much.

He took Clara out while she was chewing and unable to spray water.

Seeing the demon who was focused on eating, Creighton suddenly had the illusion that he was raising a turtle or a crab, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He is the son of a farmer, and the animals he has come into contact with in the past are all big and docile.

Whether it is cattle, sheep or horses, those herbivores often let him understand that there are creatures in the world that are much nobler and purer than humans.

Now reduced to feeding the devil.

Raising something like Clara is simply depraved!

And it feels subtly disgusting, the skin is as smooth and tender as a skinned dead person.

"Tell me, how did you come to Mani's old house. Tell me this, you can eat more." Clayton proposed a condition to seduce her, holding another piece of meat with his fingers and shaking it gently in front of Clara's eyes.

Clara snorted.

The werewolf was very dissatisfied with her attitude, but he became curious again—how does she digest food now that she doesn't even have a stomach?

Slightly pinching her mouth to observe, Creighton soon regretted it.

Minced meat was spread on the cracked tongue, and the granules on Clara's tongue that should have been taste buds were extremely huge, wriggling and squeezing the minced meat into the cracks.

"You continue to eat, we will talk later." He said to the head.

Clara answered him with a scream:

"what!"

The whole house was pierced by this sound, which was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate the heart.

Clayton was shocked for several seconds, but then his expression changed. It can be said that he stuffed her back into the fish tank in a panic, and then covered the fish tank with a rag.

There was a knock on the door soon.

Clayton knew who was coming before he even opened the door.

It was the landlady who lived next door because she heard the screams and came to check on the situation,
She owns several houses, but the one Clayton rents is the most expensive of her properties.

The old lady was over sixty years old, her face was wrinkled, but she was still quite alert. She tilted her head, looked around Clayton at the door, and looked into the room:
"I thought I heard a girl screaming just now."

Although Clayton is labeled as a proper gentleman, he is not so credible in the eyes of the old lady because he has never married.

Clayton also knew this, and he put his arm on the door frame to prevent the other party from entering without authorization: "I was boiling water just now, but there seems to be something wrong with the kettle, and it is very loud. But don't worry, I have solved it. Fragments are being processed now."

The landlady was skeptical, but because the room was neatly organized, she could not find traces of the struggle, so she had to give up.

"I'll ask the maid to boil more water and bring it over."

"Thank you, thank you" Clayton sent her off pretending to be grateful.

After closing the door, he returned to the study, trembling more than fighting.

If Clara was discovered by ordinary people, his career in the parish of St. Mored would be over, and nothing could be done to hide it.

It seems that it is quite difficult to domesticate Clara step by step, and she is quite uncooperative.

Maybe it's time to think about moving.

At least move to a place where no one will come to check even if there are strange movements.

A busy city center is a great place to be.

Even after moving, he had to write a lot of letters to inform many people about it, and he felt a little annoying.

Clayton opened Tritis's book again, trying to find a way to quickly make friends with the devil, but found nothing.

I don't know whether this part is beyond the scope of mysticism lovers, or it belongs to the most basic part so I didn't write it.

Perhaps the Presbyterian Church can help him improve his knowledge level.

By the way, ask yourself who your evaluator is.

"I'm looking for Garrett."

Clayton came again to the General Sheriff's Office in St. Mellon Parish.

It was Sunday and there were so many people in the lobby that he had to speak at the top of his voice for the receptionist to hear.

Thinking about it carefully, the evaluator who couldn't remember clearly didn't say what time he would arrive at the Pulitzer family mansion tomorrow.

How did this get him invited?

Galid was the only Presbyterian he knew, so he came to ask about it.

The receptionist pointed upstairs: "Mr. Gayled is also on duty in the archives today."

Clayton went upstairs and saw a tired-looking Gayled in the file room.

"Of course the banquet starts at seven o'clock in the evening, but because we are of a special nature, it doesn't matter if you arrive earlier."

After hearing his question, Gelid showed a "why don't you know anything" expression.

"We have to go to work during the day. Some newborns still do the kind of work that will be fired if they ask for leave. Not everyone can do nothing on weekdays like you!"

Clayton took a step back. Although he was not that free and had been working all the time, he also knew that this was not the time to refute.

Fortunately, Gelid quickly calmed down: "I'm sorry, but I'm not in a good state today."

"why?"

"Because I'm not supposed to be working here today, my partner asked for a temporary leave of absence, so I took over for her."

If it wasn't for Marietta's personal reasons, he could still go fishing on weekends.

"Secret action by the Council of Elders?" Clayton understood another meaning.

"No, my partner is just a regular guy."

"Aren't you worried about being exposed in your usual work?"

"No, she'd be happy to do that."

Not saying "already know", but "would be happy to do".

Clayton began to speculate on the content of the other party's work.

"He" and "she" are different words in the Dornish language. He thought that she might be a woman with serious violent tendencies. After all, the sheriff needs to have frequent physical contact with people to subdue criminals, which is neither right for a lady. Decent is also hard to beat.

If it wasn't for a special interest, no woman should join the sheriff.

Such people are really rare.

Clayton thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that Marie Etta seemed to be a sheriff as well, so he wanted to ask.

However, Galid spoke first, with a meaningful tone: "By the way, the reason for her leave is engagement, which may be a good thing for you."

Once married, Marietta may not have so much energy to investigate Clayton.

Clayton failed to understand this, he just felt that the people he met recently were becoming less and less able to speak.

(End of this chapter)