The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 33 Two birds with one stone

Clayton hadn't had much acquaintance with dwarves before.

Sanders opened his eyes.

Wearing a silver star badge and carrying the shotgun he received from the Public Security Department, he found a cheap cafe nearby and invited Sanders to sit down and chat. Then, under the very firm attitude of the other party, he had to order only one for himself. cake.

"I want to have a paper report as detailed as possible, but before that, can you tell me if you found the ticket seller?"

Clayton believed in the level of Bruno's firm, but the members of the Holy Grail Society were extraordinary, and it was less than half a month since he released the commission, so he had to worry about the results of the other party's investigation.

Even if you can't find the specific location of the ticket seller of the Broken Wing Angel, it is still a valuable thing to find out where it is.

However, the efficiency of the office is still higher than he thought.

"Of course, who do you think you paid for?! That ticket seller is in St. Alvin's parish! I found it!"

Sanders jumped up angrily, his head over the table, but not higher than the cake on top.

Since Clayton asked him to come in, he has not sat down on the chair, but insisted on standing and talking to Clayton.

"Besides you, who else is looking for?"

"There are three more people who assist me in my work." The dwarf glared at Clayton, his rough face was sullen under this expression: "If Bruno didn't say that he knew you, we would have thought you were playing us!"

"what have you found?"

"That person is not selling tickets at all, he takes whatever money others give."

"Uh--"

Clayton didn't expect Sanders to criticize this point, but people from the Holy Grail Society are not in business, and it's normal to do such things:
"What about the people who bought tickets from him? Have you tried to track them down?"

"Of course, this is the second point I want to say."

Sanders scrunched his face, his round fleshy nose gleaming: "Some of the people who come to buy tickets every day are repeated. I thought they were hired by the ticket seller, but it turned out that he didn't take the tickets he received. Money back to them."

"You mean they come to buy tickets every day?"

"Yeah, they go every day," Sanders said. "Because time was limited, I only followed one of them, and that guy didn't work at all, took a ticket and went to a strip club and watched it all day at a time. Back He eats and sleeps when he gets home, his wife scolds him as if he didn’t hear him, and his son doesn’t care when he cries, he’s a pure waste.”

"What about the others who come every time?"

"They're trash, too."

Sanders' disdain for them was genuine.

"That's a disgrace to society"

Clayton's output of invalidity is hoped that Sanders will see this as a pre-secular commission.

The person he was following was indeed a scumbag on the surface, but if he was affected by supernatural factors, it would be quite a bad thing.

When Clayton himself watched the dance performance at the Broken Wing Angel Club, he could faintly feel the reaction of the audience next to him was numb but consistent.

If it is indeed due to the intervention of extraordinary factors, then this method can simply be called the "hypnosis" hypothesis mentioned in the theory of psychology.

Of course, he has only heard of this word a little bit, and he doesn't understand the deeper principles at all.

"Other than these, what else did you discover?"

"Do you think it's only been a few days?!" Sanders asked Clayton, his voice attracting everyone's attention. .

Clayton raised his hands, he didn't want to quarrel with the dwarves at all:

"Then did you go to that club to see the show?"

"Of course not, don't take me for a fool! This is what was reminded in your contract."

Although Sanders' service attitude is not good, but the quality is guaranteed, Clayton nodded and asked him to leave first.

"Say hi to Bruno for me."

Then ate the cake alone.

Creighton went home and retook the clues.

He's looking for the Grail Spider-Priest, and the Grail is looking for Joe Marney.

He was not sure how the Holy Grail would insist on finding Joe, and he was not sure that the only purpose of the other party coming to Sasha City was to kill a person.

That is to say, if Joe is not found, whether the members of the Holy Grail Society will stay and do other things or leave directly is something that Clayton cannot be sure.

The current information is not enough to support him to infer the other party's trajectory.

Although the Broken Wing Angel strip club is still open, but after so long, Creighton tends to think that the Spider Priest is no longer in it, and just treat it as a warehouse.

It might be a base she set up to push the hypnotized people out when it was time to fight.

The club is open in the evening.

So if you plan to knock this place down, it's best during the day.

If this is resolved in a way that will not be suspected, Spider Priest Rosa will definitely come back to check the situation and take away valuable things along the way.

Clayton drew a simple plan of the terrain around the club in his memory, and looked at it carefully.

He wants to use fire to attack, setting fire is the easiest way.

The club is in a backward area of ​​St. Alvin's parish, with few people using electricity, and the phosphorus and oil used to light the fire are everywhere, and a fire is not the way to arouse suspicion.

But then he vetoed that again.

Because the buildings in this area are too dense and the roads are too narrow, every household stores fuel for lighting.

Once a fire breaks out, the fire will spread rapidly around the club, and it is difficult for fire trucks to rescue the fire through those complicated and twisted roadways, and it is not impossible for the number of casualties to climb to three digits.

Although Clayton already regarded this as a war, he didn't want to create a new disaster, so he could only veto it.

To change his mind, he went to monitor by himself,
When the staff of the club go home, catch a bullying torture, and maybe get a clue why the Spider-priest wants to occupy this place.

Clayton didn't believe Rosa was running such a venue for the money.

He wanted to find out how she took over here, and how she planned to use it to gain unknown benefits.

The werewolf must act immediately to stop the Holy Grail Society's injustice.

Later. He will be busy with work and the part-time job of the sheriff.

His work efficiency in the previous month was very low, and he didn't even have time to receive and send the goods in person. Many goods sent from other places and even foreign countries were still stored in the warehouse of St. Alvin Parish.

In the afternoon of the same day, Clayton personally went to the Broken Wing Angel Club to observe,
During the day, it is still very deserted here, and the main customer group is working.

There is a damp and cold feeling in the alley, and there is a fishy smell.

Because the residents in a building outside poured out the fish-washing wastewater, which flowed here because of the natural law of water flowing down.

Clayton wrinkled his nose and watched the club's entrance, trying to see who might enter.

However, during this period of time, he met someone who he never imagined would appear here.

It's Marie Etta.

She was wearing a camel-colored skirt today, a shirt of the same color on her upper body, a pair of round-toed leather shoes under her feet, and a canvas bag under her armpit.

This is very civilian attire.

Marie Aita didn't have a weapon on her waist, but she walked squarely and was about the same height as a normal man.She held her head high as if she was on a military parade, and to say she was a little feminine would be an insult to her.

She walked into the alley quickly, without any hesitation in her steps, and seemed to be familiar with the road.

When Mary walked in front of Clayton, he was sure that the other party didn't recognize him again, and kicked the dirty water accumulated in the corner onto his pants.

Clayton's neck spun along with her as she walked into the Winged Angel strip club.

The entrance looked very suspicious, and there was a cheap poster of a woman posing with an invisible face next to it, so the option of Mary going the wrong way could be ruled out.

He began to doubt his eyes.

Isn't this guy a sheriff?
Even if the sheriff is only a part-time job, she has other jobs during the day, but it doesn't seem right to work here, right?

Or is she actually doing something for the Holy Grail and that's why she's here during the day
If he was doing something for the Holy Grail, it would be reasonable to ask Bruno to follow him.

He had just killed a Watcher, after all.

But did Gaylor know about this?He seemed to be Mary's partner.

Clayton crossed his arms and thought for a while by the wall in the alley, and decided to wait for her to come out for a while before taking her to a place where no one was around to ask slowly.

Hope Mary doesn't resist with force, then he will have to hit the woman.

It's kind of cruel to say that, but beating Marie Etta was a no-brainer.

Even if he offended her, he might still be able to meet her in the public security department in a fair manner after a while.

Clayton thought about it and suddenly felt terrible.

With Mary's eyes, everyone is Gayled, so can she still recognize her family?

He was going to ask that question in passing as well in a moment.

　There should be another chapter tonight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)