The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 406: Flying Nightingale

Julius was invited back by Hazel again, but this time, Hazel herself did not show up.

But Julius knew without meeting him that this old classmate must be anxious to hire someone to investigate all the traces he left behind, because he had inadvertently uncovered their secret operation. Although Julius stated that the reason he appeared in the Historical Dressing Club was to complete another task of Hazel and he had no intention of helping those Dark Indigens escape, Hazel would never believe that this was an accident.

Let him investigate, Julius thought, because it really was just an accident.

Julius felt better when he thought of Hazel's anxious expression because she couldn't find out anything.

However, the series of strange phenomena in Wei Aodi had not been solved. Perhaps he should find some way to investigate the cause and effect. Deputy Mayor Turo Orlanst summoned the dark descendants and then killed them. If there was no suitable reason, this would definitely be big news.

The human high command and the Darkin group have made peace for over a hundred years. Perhaps people still discriminate against monsters, but there has been no open hostility against the Darkin by the church and the government during this period. Only some nosy journalists, occult enthusiasts and victims' families are still tracking the footprints of these cursed creatures.

What are the three major families in Wei Aodi doing now?
They summoned human superhumans to fight against the Darkspawn - for unknown reasons, perhaps hatred, or perhaps for some kind of benefit, and perhaps for the same reason, they might endanger the Elders' Council of Sasha City, which explains Julius's premonition of crisis.

After all, the Elders' Council of Sasha City has summoned many Dark Indigen, and Sasha City is near Viodi City, so a large-scale crackdown on the Dark Indigen will inevitably involve them.

But the governments of other places are not crazy. There are many dark entrepreneurs in Sasha City. They have formed a huge alliance under the leadership of the Elders' Council. Their forces are intertwined. If they are killed together in a short period of time, their industries will be broken up and distributed to different people due to the inheritance law.

Economic phenomena do not distinguish between the inside and the outside, nor between humans and non-humans.

A large number of industries have been split up, transferred, and terminated. This may not have an impact within half a year, but in the long run, it is bound to cause a period of chaos.

But if Orlanst, Hutton and Basbe did this in order to take advantage of the opportunity to take over the market, or acquire these industries at low prices and replace their ecological status in the city, then it would be easier to just kill human entrepreneurs. At least humans' trump cards are not as unpredictable as those of the Dark Elves.

or.
Maybe Julius shouldn't make any more meaningless guesses. He should at least figure out how Hazel will deal with him next.

If he intended to "deal with" him, he would have to flee from here first.

Julius, who had an infinitely vast world in his mind, was now trapped in a limited space. To be precise, it was the room where he met Hazel last time, and there were three guards guarding it.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa meditating, with a scimitar across his legs, the bearded dervish Kasim is a disciple of the scimitar master Marug. Although he has his eyes closed, his ability to control the surroundings is no less than that of a wizard. If a swordsman of the White Wind School draws a sword, it must be as fast as lightning, and he is not afraid of even muskets in close combat.

Steven, who was standing by the window smoking a cigarette with added ingredients, was a psychic from a famous psychic family. He was very proficient in invisible arts and had incomplete wizard talent. Because he only had the ability of the third eye and did not have the ability to cast spells, he was not afraid to use weapons of any material, and the revolver on his waist was shining. With him, Julius could avoid communicating with some invisible beings, and at the same time, he could detect whether Julius was casting spells in secret.

The big guy Leon at the door wearing only a vest was no ordinary person. Julius could see large patches of gray scars on his exposed skin. They were not caused by diseases, but the effect of blood and flesh being transformed into minerals. In the Blade Secret, this kind of fork was called [Immovable Rock], which had good protection against swords and even bullets. As long as you maintain a posture and do not move, your whole body can be temporarily petrified and become a real piece of stone.

Of course, they each have their weaknesses, but once they are combined, they are invincible.

"What a grand show," Julius could not help saying.

No one in the room paid any attention to him except Cassim who was meditating while the other two were communicating among themselves.

The psychic stared at the window, but seemed to be observing behind him through the reflection of the glass: "Have you heard? Five more people were absent from duty yesterday, but only four bodies were found."

"As long as they have money, they can have as many people as they want." Li Ang stood against the door, answering him while applying some ointment on his hands. The smell was very pungent. "As long as they have a skill, they will take anyone, even those who pretend to be one of us. What does it matter if a few people die?"

He said it lightly, but Julius could sense that something was wrong.

A guard was killed, maybe it was Clayton who did it.

The wizard continued to listen.

"Death is common, but this time is different. Two passes disappeared, which is very troublesome. The guards in the East District only recognize the most splendid faces. Anyone else can use them to pass through the blockade." The psychic said gloomily. "Now the passes are replaced once a week, but this time is enough for thieves."

"That's none of our business, or do you think you might be killed like these unqualified people?"

Shiquan's movements now look like a woman painting her nails, which is very disgusting.

"If I tell you that someone can disguise themselves as your closest person and attack you the moment you let your guard down, do you think this will be a threat to you? It's like..." The psychic glanced at the ascetic: "Kasim suddenly has your wife's face and is determined to kill you."

The meditating ascetic did not move, and Stone Fist Leon looked up in astonishment.

"Impossible, I'll recognize him when I see him." He said this very unnaturally.

"What if you don't see through it?"

"My wife has a horse face. Who can disguise herself to that extent?" Li Ang continued to paint his nails with his head down.

"This is no joke. Ever since Nigel disappeared during a mission with a secret purpose, there have been more rumors of his disappearance, and it only happened among the guards. We didn't know that he couldn't be alive, otherwise the leader of the guards wouldn't be Hubert, whose dual swords were faster than Cassim's, but even he is dead."

Hearing about the double knives, Julius immediately thought of the people who ambushed them in the house in the North District. At this time, the ascetic Kasim finally spoke up: "Not necessarily."

The others looked at him in confusion.

"His knife is not necessarily faster than mine."

There were sounds of exhalation. "Yes, not necessarily, but everyone has to admit that Nigel is a good knifeman." The psychic said, "He once killed four Blade Secret Warriors in a one-on-one fight. The person who killed him must be a tough guy."

"Is it what happened in the last few days? Go ask Hazel, he must know what happened. I guess this matter has something to do with this guy." Leon pointed at Julius with his chin.

It’s really related.

Julius's face twisted like dough, but he didn't make the expression he wanted.

"Look, his face has changed too."

Steve sighed deeply: "I think that is still within the scope of normal human beings, but what I am talking about is beyond the scope."

Julius finally found a natural opportunity to interrupt: "Is it possible that the guards ran away on their own? The weekly salary you gave them was too high, but there were also many restrictions. They couldn't stand the rules, so they didn't want to continue working after getting the money."

Steve shook his head in denial. "Impossible. If they are still alive and don't return the premium passes, it means they have the possibility of coming back to commit another crime. Even if they don't use them, selling the passes on the black market is worth a lot of money. But it's been four days, and the week is almost over, and there has been almost no news of any criminal activity in the East District recently."

He flicked his cigarette, and the ash at the tip fell onto the windowsill and shattered into a pool.

There is a part of the East District that is completely inaccessible. Only guards with passes can approach. But they can only approach, not enter. Even the city government office building is not as strict as that.

It is said that it was once the residence of the former owner of Wei'aodi.

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"I think someone has sneaked into the East End. I bet there will be more missing passes after this week."

"Someone must have sneaked in and is looking for something. Could that person be your friend?" Steve looked at Julius.

Julius shook his head: "Didn't Hazel tell you anything?"

His uselessness caused the others to lose interest, and all three turned their heads back.

"I need to go to the toilet."

All three of them turned their heads again.

This reaction made Julius sigh, "I know Hazel asked you to watch me and not let me leave the building, but you three don't have to come together. How big is the bathroom here?"

Even though he knew Hazel didn't trust him, this level of defensiveness was excessive.

Hearing his excuse, the ascetic said, "Just take care of it here, and I'll have the servants come in and clean it up later."

"The servant is very pitiful." Julius suddenly felt more sympathetic.

"He can't solve it here." Stone Fist Leon actually spoke up for Julius. The reason was simple: "One of you has a poor sense of smell, and the other has cigarettes. This is unfair to me."

Steven put out his cigarette: "Then Kasim and I will accompany him to the bathroom, and you will stand guard at the door."

It was a reasonable arrangement, as psychics and exorcists always seemed to embody a spirit of sacrifice in unimportant matters.

Accompanied by the three people, Julius walked through the corridor with a nervous heart. He thought he could take advantage of the opportunity to do something, but when the three extraordinary people's eyes shone on his back, he lost his confidence.

This was a so-called business building, and there were other people walking in the corridor besides them. Once they left the soundproofed room, they could hear the sound of typewriters working in the offices of clerks upstairs and downstairs.

The people here are all employees of the Basby family, so if Julius intends to ask them to help him do something to betray his old employer, he must be prepared to bleed heavily. The small profit is not enough to attract their attention, and even if he is willing to spend money, there is still the possibility of being betrayed.

Walking into the bathroom, he stood right in front of the toilet, between two men, and was unbuttoning the hem of his windbreaker to do something practical, but he saw from the tiled surface of the wall an ordinary-looking clerk walking in hurriedly, his hand already on his belt, as if he was anxious to relieve the pressure.

But what was unusual was that as he walked in, a strange burning sensation came from Julius' right arm.

That's the mark of the birdcage heating up!

The psychic Steve seemed to sense something and was about to turn around to look at which employee, but Julius suddenly coughed loudly, drawing his attention back.

"What are you doing"

He didn't finish his words because a long iron nail pierced deeply into his temple.

The clerk let go of the long iron nail in his hand, and Steve's body collapsed limply. Julius subconsciously pushed him away, preventing his head from slipping into the toilet, thus preserving some decency.

At the side, Qasim turned his head in confusion to check, but quickly turned back, completely unaware of the death of his companion and the existence of the murderer.

It's a demonic obstacle!
Julius almost cried out.

How do people from the Kingdom Intelligence Department deal with demons? !
But all doubts were resolved when the Nightingale tore off his clothes - looking at the horrible, twisted scars covering his chest, Julius felt relieved.

It was the ascetic who signed the contract with the devil, so it's okay.