The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 41
Clayton continued to wander the house, searching for what the Grail would leave behind.

He went back to the third floor and explored the rest of the rooms before he got something.

In a room that seemed to be used by adults, he found a strange scripture with a gold cover and an unfamiliar language.But looking at it, it is just the most basic sacred book of the Baijiao, "The Record of the Heralds", which records the stories of the prophets who first sensed the will of the heavenly father.

Among them, a part of the content is highlighted with a red pen.

"Heavenly Father ordered leopards, lions and she-wolves to test the world and make them obedient. Those who disobey will live in the land where the sun dies for a long time. Those who are willing to obey, the spirit dog will lead them into the fairyland."

"I don't know what it means." This is Creighton's evaluation.

But this was the only thing related to the Holy Grail Society that could be found on the third floor. After thinking about it, he put it away.

Go back to the second floor,

But this time Clayton felt a little strange.

When his foot stepped down the stairs, he seemed to hear something running, but looking in the direction of the sound, he could only see white walls and floors.

This unusual phenomenon made him vigilant and his pace slowed down.

The old floorboards groaned under pressure, and the secret running sound and vibration suddenly disappeared.

"mouse?"

Clayton couldn't be sure.

He has dealt with these furry creatures quite a bit in the countryside, they are always willing to be roommates with humans, and if no humans are near their dens, they will move out quickly, because the food they need is provided by humans. .

This house has been vacant for many years, why are there still mice?
In this room with closed doors and windows, it seems that people are moving around to drive the stagnant air in the room, and some different smells surge upward from the next floor.

It was a very fresh taste.

Fresh shit.

Anyone else live here?
Clayton's ears twitched, and his head turned to the corner below the stairs.

There were strange voices, old and nervous.

"Impossible, impossible. You said last time that there are people, but there will be no one. We are the only ones here, and no one will come again."

A black creature with long hair, a smelly body, no clothes, and suspiciously human was carrying a mouse up the stairs, talking to itself.

Clayton watched him as he slowly walked up, holding on to the railing.

The vibration in the wall came out again, and it moved with the movement of the black figure.

The noise had already convinced Clayton that it was not a hallucination, and he backed away until he was five feet away from the stairs.

The guy walked up to Clayton, but turned a blind eye to them, and the mouse in his hand jumped down.

Until Clara made a voice: "Horn, is it Horn? This is Clara!"

This is Horn?

Creighton's eyes widened.

He never imagined that the child he was still regretting just now had become like this.

As soon as he got closer, he found that the blackness on the surface of the creature was completely formed by years of dirt and a large amount of hair, and the stench came out.

The black figure stopped, and its gaze suddenly locked down on Clara's head.

On his dusty face, only his eyes were alive.

"It's Clara?" Horn's voice was full of shock.

He quickly shifted his gaze to Clayton, then stretched out his hand to grab the lieutenant's clothes, and tore them hard a few times.In such a short period of time, Clayton had already seen that his real face was much older than himself, and it was only then that Clayton remembered that Clara seemed to be his peers.

"It's not a hallucination!" Horn cheered up and screamed, "This time it's finally not a hallucination!"

"Of course Clara is not a hallucination!" Clara also shouted.

Clayton picked his ears.

Horn fell on the ground crying and laughing, and it took him a while to recover.

"Did mom tell you to come to me? She still remembers me, doesn't she?"

"You've been here all this time?" Clayton couldn't help interrupting him.

"Of course, I have been very obedient. In order to guard those things, I have been here every day and have never gone out. I miss you every day and write a diary. But my mother never brought you back. I have been waiting, but then wash There is no water in the room, and I can’t get water for bathing, so I have to stay under it, otherwise it will get dirty.” He got up and chattered a lot, his tone and eyes looked like a child’s.

"Then how do you get food?"

"My friend will bring me food." Horn moved closer again, and when he opened his mouth, there was a fainting stench.

While speaking, a mouse crawled up his heel from behind and onto his head.

Clayton turned his head and glanced at the garbage heap piled up to the second floor outside the window, and suddenly realized that it might be the household garbage he discarded alone.

Taming animals to find food for themselves sounds like a furry tongue.

Clayton has studied the supernatural beings with talents in recent days, and knows that such people can communicate with beasts, but in the city, they can only summon birds and mice.

But he was not curious about Clara's current appearance, nor did he ask why they came down from upstairs, which made Clayton feel very vigilant.

"So where is Mom now? Can I go see her?" Haun pressed him.

As soon as Clara was about to speak, Clayton put his finger through the cage and stuffed it into her mouth, speaking for her: "Yes, she misses you very much, but she has other children to take care of, so let me come , by the way, take away some things that she couldn't take away at that time."

When he first entered Joe Mani's old house, he discovered that the members of the Holy Grail Society had not contacted Clara at all.

After all, Clara was a contract demon. The spider priest came to Sasha City and didn't look for her for two consecutive months. Mostly because he saw the alive Joe Mani, he thought her mission failed and abandoned her, or he simply thought she was dead.

Haun's situation is unknown, but it seems that the situation is similar to that of Clara.

Haun's eyes fixed on Clara, and the emotion in his eyes could even be called "jealousy" and "resentment".

Pointing to the cage, he asked Clayton, "Then why is Clara here?"

"Her mission has been completed, she killed Joe Marney, but your mission will continue."

Clayton twitched the corners of his mouth, and Clara heard him lie, and her teeth began to press hard, but not really too hard.

It seems that he has matured a lot.

"That's great." Horn sighed, but the malice in his eyes didn't dissipate at all.

The man's reaction gave Clayton a strange impression. Whatever he had been in the past, the long confinement had turned him into a crazy guy.

Clayton didn't want to talk to him any more, and got straight to the point: "Where is the thing that Mom ordered you to take care of, I need to go to see its status."

"Of course, of course." Horn nodded as if asking for credit.

He took Clayton downstairs, through the corridor on the first floor where old clothes and rags were piled up as carpets, past the restaurant where the tables were full of rotting food, and the bathroom that was too hard to look at from the door.

After the water was cut off in the house, Haun had no way to keep himself clean, so he could only try not to go upstairs to avoid dirtying other places.

He has been active on the first floor for the past few years, causing the first floor and the upper floor to be completely two worlds.

They ended up at the back door at the other end of the corridor.

Behind the door is a knee-deep grass yard. Clayton has seen it on the roof, so he knows that he has been calculating the area and location of the interior layout.

Yet what is hidden here is not in the yard.

Haun pointed to an unusual piece of ground beside the door, where there was a movable plank covered with iron: "The entrance to the basement is just below, my hands are dirty, go down by yourself."

He was a little shy when he said this.

Clayton couldn't believe him, the entrance seemed too narrow, and it was not so easy to go in.

If Haun attacked him while he was going down, or set some traps inside, he would not be able to counterattack for a few seconds.

"Go down too. It's my first time here, so I don't know much about it."

He stepped aside and signaled Haun to go down first, but Haun didn't move, seeing his eyes change.

If it was just a transfer of trust and attachment to his mother, now it is an unforgettable hatred.

Clayton raised his guard: "What's wrong with you?"

"You are not mother's child, but a pagan, right?" Haun sneered and read out the content of "The Heralds": "'Follow the footsteps of the messengers, and be full of reverence, but if they stand still, you should know what they have said. The words are not true.' Even if you are a church member in the church, you must know that I cannot go down first when I visit the holy relic, otherwise I will commit the crime of blaspheming the special envoy."

I don't know this kind of religious rules. Clayton sighed, but because Horn was too close to him, he didn't dare to take another breath.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"You are all going to die." Haun made a life plan for them.

"Clara is going to die too?"

Clara was finally able to speak, and she looked at Horn in horror.

Haun also looked at her, and replied affirmatively: "Clara will die too, and she will go to hell for bringing heretics home!"

Before he finished speaking, the whole house began to tremble, and dust fell from the ceiling.

From the cracks in the walls, the garbage piles in the room, and the broken drainage pipes in the corners, countless black mice squeaked and squeaked out, and a new layer of "wallpaper" was put on the room in a blink of an eye.In just a few seconds, Creighton saw hundreds of them appear, and they were still pouring out from behind.

Probably all the rats in the parish are here.

As long as there are enough ants, ants can eat people, let alone mice.

"So I hate religious fanatics," Clayton muttered softly over the noise of the mice.

His right hand turned into a sharp claw, and the cold light flashed across Horn's neck in an instant, and blood spurted out from the artery gap.

Horn's body fell in the dust, but the rats were still pouring out and gathering.

They were so overwhelming that there was even a gnawing sound outside the back door, and the way out was completely blocked.

Clayton realized one thing.

Those who can tame mice are not necessarily beast tongues, but also rat walkers.

　Seeing that some readers are curious about my identity, let me explain here that I am an urban unemployed youth

　　
　
(End of this chapter)