The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 37 Trauma
"Gallid, is Miss Marietta mentally sound?"

Clayton finally couldn't help asking, this question has troubled him for two days.

Since he gave this girl a lesson, she would wander around the alleys in that area every day, seemingly looking for him.

Clayton even suspects that she quit her job just to have time to find herself during the day.

This frequent interruption made him pay attention to the smell in the wind every time, so as not to meet her on the road.

He hadn't thought anything of it until the fight, because he thought Mary would forget him in a flash.

But after discovering that Mary could kill a stranger (referring to himself) who was only slightly suspicious without any reason, he had to keep this person at arm's length.

Her spirit is too sensitive, like someone who just got off the battlefield.

This allowed her to quickly detect Creighton's lies, and also made her countermeasures extremely fierce.

Considering Galiled was her partner, Creighton thought he might have a way of persuading Mary.

The werewolf was unwilling to use the most extreme method to deal with her. The training she received was exactly the same as his. Although she was young, the traces of her training were not fake, she must have been trained since childhood.

Apparently Mary had a father who was a cavalryman like him.

It is doubtful that Clayton and her father still have a brotherhood.

Mary, on the other hand, is the only sheriff who will pay her own money to seek the truth in order to determine whether he intended to kill.

When he made the report, the sheriffs unanimously believed his testimony and didn't even visit his home.

This kind of belief made Clayton unacceptable.

Because he should be suspected.

The very existence of morality and justice is trampled by something even hollower.

Only Marie Etta,

Her actions prove that there are still people upholding justice.

Clayton didn't want her to be like this.

However, the werewolf's anxiety can't infect Gelid, no matter what big things happen outside, the file room will always be quiet,
Bookshelves lined up side by side, and safes piled up in corners. Only the administrators here knew how to find them when they wanted to find specific files.

Galid leaned back comfortably in his seat and asked him casually.

"Of course she is different from ordinary people. Do you think you can just find someone who can't recognize a face and be my partner?"

"I thought it would be more convenient to find someone of the same kind."

"It's not good for the same kind. Those who can do things are in other important positions. Those assigned to the Public Security Department are all guys who are keen on violence. They are newborns who appeared here and there in the past few months, and they don't like to take drugs that suppress their nature. , I got so excited that it made a lot of noise. Compared to them, I might as well find Marie Etta."

Clayton sensed something was wrong: "Fight? How did you tell her?"

"Plague, I told her that those strange and aggressive newborns were actually infected with some kind of infectious disease from the colony. Killing them will not spread the epidemic. She obediently went to help me kill It seems that because of her father's last words, she has always felt that it is her responsibility to maintain law and order."

"You bastard!"

If she had been doing this kind of work these past few months, Marie Etta's state would be explained.

She really has been on the battlefield.

Clayton gritted his teeth, but couldn't find anything to criticize.

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"The process is not important, as long as the result is correct." Gelid spread his hands and said a point of view that Clayton also agreed with: "We have maintained the superficial peace in Sasha City, and this is success."

"Speaking of which, she was really troubled not long ago. But because she asked me to help investigate your matter, she agreed to continue to do this work, but I helped you with this matter, so you don't have to worry about her continuing to find a private detective to investigate you. "

Galid exaggerated the seriousness of the matter a little, hoping that Creighton would understand the importance of Mary working under him.

But Clayton felt he was shirking responsibility,
Anyway, finding a purely human to do the job is risky enough.

The werewolf said with a sullen face: "This has nothing to do with me. You have to hide your identity for the members of the elders. This is your duty. Don't say it is for me. You'd better not let her continue to deal with the darkin. If she really finds out What about our identities then?"

If you can believe such nonsense lies, Mary should trust Garyd quite a lot.

But Gelled was willing to say anything to himself.

Sensing Clayton's disdainful tone, Galid sat up straight and his expression became serious:
"If one day, everyone is aware of our existence, who do you think is more suitable for such a life and who is more likely to survive? I'm not just using her."

Clayton was dumbfounded.

He did ignore the fact that the Dark Moon was approaching.

If the number of dark descendants continues to increase, it is not impossible, and the probability is not low, to return to the ancient situation where monsters and humans hate each other and attack each other.

"Have you explained to your family how different you are now?" Gayled asked him. "It's better to take the initiative than not to know anything about this kind of thing. It would be no fun to be shot dead by family members because of a misunderstanding after being forced to transform on the night of the full moon."

Clayton twitched the corner of his mouth, his heart beat faster, and he felt a sudden awakening:

"I don't live with them and I don't want them to know that."

He has been alone for too long, and he rarely thinks of relying on his family.

Besides, Tritis is a former nun, presumably Donna is also a very devout believer under her education.

It's not a good idea for the Christian family to meet a werewolf.

Although there is a certain probability that Donna is a werewolf, and Clayton has never seen her with his own eyes, after some thinking, he firmly believes that his niece is still an ordinary person so far.

the reason is simple.

If Donna is found to be a werewolf, Tritis should rush to Sasha City with a shotgun to settle accounts with the last person who claims to be the Bello family.

That woman may not know whose lineage the werewolf came from, but she will never blame herself for the problem.

This is Clayton's experience.

"Tell them, the family will accept your existence unconditionally. Even if you don't tell them, they will have to face it sooner or later. If you can, you should even bring them in and enjoy the last time with them. The lifespan of a shapeshifter is not Longer than average."

Gayled lowered the back of the chair and leaned back on it. His relaxed expression was somewhat similar to that of Marie Etta, and he didn't know who was learning from whom.

"I will think about it."

Clayton still did not give a positive answer.

His hometown, Patnu, is a sparsely populated town with inconvenient transportation, but the neighbors are harmonious and everyone can support themselves.

Tritis and Donna may not be safer living there than here.

And he still doesn't trust the Presbyterians.

It would be bad if they were harassed by the elders instead of being persuaded to come.

Clayton walked out of the file room and went down to the waiting room on the first floor.

The main purpose of his coming today was not to complain to Galid, but to atone for what he had done.

According to the agreement, Viva, the widow of the "living dead" he killed will come today.

He was ready for the blame.

The General Public Security Department is not under the complete control of the Presbyterian Church, it has its own rules.

So if you want to see Wei Wa, you can only make an appointment here, and someone must be present to watch.

This is to prevent the murderer who was at fault for murder from losing control of his emotions again and leading to murder.

Tonight will be the night of the full moon, and the werewolf is at risk of going berserk. Clayton took the suppressant medicine in advance, and he doesn't want to tear anyone apart in public.

Viva did not specify a specific time to meet in the evening, and Clayton would wait for her until ten o'clock in the evening.

But around six o'clock, a skinny woman in trousers walked in, accompanied by a strange sheriff.

"She's Viva," the sheriff said.

"If you don't mind, I'll go first." He asked Clayton for advice. Now is the time for most people to eat, and no one wants to sit here and waste time.

Clayton had no problem with that, he just looked at Viva.

This poor woman, grief has aged her.

Every wrinkle deepened in the light of the candles on the table, and she looked like the dead mother.

Even with more clothes on as the temperature dropped, she still looked thin.

Clayton thought, since she came so early, she obviously didn't have a proper job, and she didn't have any children to take care of at home, otherwise she should be cooking at the moment.

Viva sat down, and then there was a long silence.

Clayton spoke first: "I'm sorry for killing your husband. If you are short of money in your life, I can provide some financial assistance. If you have children, I will pay his tuition until he is no longer study."

During the conversation, he handed over his business card at the same time, signaling to the other party so that she would know where to ask for money.

"Is that what you want to say?"

The woman's voice was cold, so flat that there was almost no tone, and she never looked at Clayton's face, so she couldn't tell whether it was too calm or too nervous.

"Yes, this is the best compensation I can." Clayton told her sincerely.

"Is it redemption?"

"It's my compensation for my mistakes."

(End of this chapter)