The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 369 The Police of Wei Aodi
A mysterious inventor.

Clayton said of Alexander Eleven.

Although he knew that George Silver had come all the way to find this man for a very important reason, but how could a war button be in the hands of a mechanical engineer?
He wouldn't even think about the possibility.

After fulfilling George Silver's last wish, Clayton can finally begin investigating Ginger and Edgar's leads.

Unlike Weiodi and Sasha, the population here is more densely populated, the original sheriff system has been replaced, and the Royal Police has set up branches in every area here.

The newly introduced Parish Constables Act allows the government to recruit temporary workers as police officers, and also has provisions that give priority to recruiting veterans.

On the streets, it was not uncommon to see policemen holding hazel sticks. They wore blue fir and black helmets similar to military uniforms, with warning sounders on their waists that Clayton had used when he served in the colonies. They looked trained and perhaps were retired soldiers, but they were unfamiliar with their current jobs and were obviously not used to their new identities.

Clayton tried to trust the agency, so he went to the police station to report the case, hoping that the police could help find his two helpers.

He was then told the police department could not create a file without a victim.

In other words, the police here are not responsible for finding missing persons.

However, the chief here allowed Clayton and Julius to visit the prison. He told them that there were some evil criminals who did not want to reveal their identities and some lunatics who spoke like drunks.

They took a tour of the prison, but Clayton didn't see any truly vicious criminals.

There were only a large group of bruised Morel people and equally bruised Plains people here, who were said to be workers in the same factory, but belonged to different unions. Because of different opinions on salary requirements, the factory owner decided to fire all the Plains people, and then they fought with the Morel people who asked for a lower price on the spot, and both groups were sent to jail by the police who rushed over.

Even when they were put in prison and assigned to different cells, they continued to curse each other.

Clayton had seen this kind of thing a lot. Just like in Wonderland, the Morels were not good at fighting alone, so they always formed gangs. Also, because they were small in size, their daily necessities expenses were much less than those of the Plains people, but their strength was no worse than that of the Plains people. Therefore, it was cheaper to hire three Morels than two Plains people.

This innate quality made the Morels thrive in this industrial age; they were perfect workers.

But neither Ginger nor Edgar were from Morel.

Clayton's helpers need to communicate with people and negotiate prices, which are not skills that the Morel people are good at.

He tried his luck by describing the appearance of Ginger and Edgar to the prisoners, but he didn't expect that they actually knew one of them.

"One of the people you mentioned should be Edgar. He is indeed one of ours." said a plainsman.

The Morel people in the cell across from us started shouting and cursing again: "Bullshit! Edgar is obviously one of ours. Although he is a plainsman, his heart is as kind as that of the Morel people. He is completely different from you!"

The people of Pingyuan were not to be outdone and responded with a barrage of obscene language.

In their quarrel, Clayton finally sorted out Edgar's respective roles on both sides.

Here in the Plains, Edgar was a relative of one of these men, a man named Mike, and had copied union leaflets for them for free.

As for the Morels, Edgar had helped them when they were still miners. He could immediately get enough money to buy a new item from the old Morels' homes, which was not possible in other local antique shops.

They had all come into contact with Edgar last month, but they did not know that Edgar had gone to Berdalabik in the north with another person, and naturally they did not know about his disappearance.

Clayton took Julius out of the prison and continued to look for the workers in the police morgue in this area.

The bodies in the morgue were of all kinds: a child scavenger who was stuck in a chimney and suffocated, an old man who was hit by a carriage, a woman who suddenly collapsed in the middle of the road, probably because of illness, and a worker who was killed by an electric shock from a production machine.

But these were not the people Clayton was looking for.

"Are there any other bodies?" he asked the officer guarding the morgue.

The police officer shook his head and suggested that he go to another district police station to identify the person.

Clayton and Julius could only keep running around looking.

During this process, the wizard became more and more anxious.

He had never seen these two people before, nor did he know where they lived. He could not find their personal belongings, let alone the parts of their bodies. Due to the lack of these ritual materials, he had the divination skills and magic power, but he could not do divination for Ginger and Edgar. He could only run around in vain on his own two legs until he was exhausted. He had never felt so useless.

As useless as mortals. He lowered his head and suddenly stopped on the broad road: "We walked all over this city just to find two workers you hired casually?"

Clayton also stopped and saw what the wizard was thinking. He warned, "First, we didn't go all over the city. We only went to two police stations. Secondly, they acted according to my instructions. If they were missing, I would be responsible for finding them and even compensate their families in the most unfortunate cases. This is only natural."

"You only sent them to collect scrap, not to fight. If any accidents happen, it's not your responsibility."

Clayton remained indifferent to Julius's persuasion.

"Listen, Julius, I know things haven't been going well so far, and I've done some embarrassing things myself, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up. If you don't want to do this, you can quit now, and I'll pay for your travel expenses."

The wizard immediately denied his original intention: "I'm not feeling tired, but don't you think this is inefficient?"

"Now is the most efficient thing to do," Clayton said. "Have you seen the city map marked at the station? We are moving north, on the direct route from the train station to Bodalabik. I didn't search every police station, only the most important routes. Before night falls, we can also go to the car rental company and the bar in the north to check for information."

He had planned everything without realizing it.

Julius sighed wearily and stopped talking. He was running out of excuses.

He thought that after Donna went to school, Clayton would be able to do something big, but first it was the engineer who went to see the dead, and then two ordinary workers. A wizard who graduated from Strass did these jobs. He would rather repeat the danger of Jevo, at least that made him feel that he still had value.

"How about this." Clayton suddenly said, "We have been together for such a long time, and we have a friendship from fighting together. If you want to learn any skills from me, I can teach you for free."

This was quite interesting, and Julius was interested.

Clayton was always trustworthy to his companions, and the benefit of this was evident at this moment.

Julius had no doubt about Clayton's sincerity. He once again followed the other party's pace and began to think in his mind.

He first thought of Clayton's physical fitness. Although he was unwilling to train his body to be like this, no man would admit that he was weak and couldn't fight with others. Then he thought of equestrianism. Of course, elegant riders were also very popular in the upper class.

Or maybe it was Clayton's understanding of weapon technology. His swordsmanship and shooting were good, but considering the possibility of frequent injuries during practice, he was a little discouraged.

He thought about it and started to feel conflicted again.

Although he couldn't think of what to study at the moment, he did feel motivated to continue working.

When they arrived at the second police station, the situation was different.

Although there were high-end apartments all around, there were not many policemen on the street. When they arrived at the police station, it looked messy. Many iron cabinets used to store documents were piled on the floor of the reception hall. They stood at the door and before they had time to talk to the police responsible for receiving the public, a senior policeman with black hair and black eyes, wearing a flat hat, walked out angrily from a deeper corridor and bumped into them.

The reason why they said he was a senior police officer was because they did not know his position, except that he wore shoulder straps and looked more senior than the police officers who received the public.

"What are you doing here?" He stopped in front of them.

Clayton spoke as he had before: "I am a businessman from out of town. Two of my workers have gone missing around here. One is called Ginger and the other is called Edgar."

He said exactly the same thing as last time, but this senior policeman was not as casual as the people in the previous police station, nor did he suggest that they go to the prison and the morgue. Instead, he nodded with a matter-of-fact expression:
"Yeah, it's like this again. I don't find it strange anymore. People often go missing here, at least five or six every month, and sometimes there are double digits. There are both outsiders and locals among them."

"Are disappearances so common here?" Julius asked.

"At least that's what's always been recorded here. They disappeared completely, not even a bone can be found." The policeman said, "If you want to try your luck in the morgue, I can go with you."

"Then please lead the way," said Clayton.

"Sheriff Albert! What are you talking to the people about?!" A policeman who looked more senior came out from the aisle and interrupted their conversation. His hawk-like sharp eyes stared at the black-haired policeman who had just spoken to Clayton, and then swept over Clayton and Julius.

"Even if you leave the army, you should know how valuable order is. Don't let your curiosity destroy your work."

"Our priority now is to strengthen people's confidence in us, rather than spreading exaggerated rumors that will only make them panic."

The policeman called Sergeant Albert subconsciously made a straddle posture, and waited for the more senior policeman to finish disciplining him before he nodded solemnly as a farewell and turned to walk out of the hall.

Clayton and Julius followed him.