The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 55
"What about the two of you here, what do you call them?"

After telling the three newcomers their names, Clayton looked at the representatives of the church. Among them, the old man with Mediterranean hair stood up, revealing the dry yellow leather suitcase under it, which made people realize that his real height was shorter than he looked.

"I'm Achill, the coroner who is here on a business trip. I will accompany you to the military hospital in a while and stay here."

The young priest next to him didn't speak, as if he hadn't finished praying, and most likely he didn't want to have anything to do with them.

But it doesn't matter, the old man introduced him: "This is Green, who is currently my bodyguard."

Clayton nodded, feeling that there were still people missing.

"Where is the representative of the military department?"

This time it was the staff of the notary office who spoke: "If they don't come, they will wait for you at the military hospital."

Clayton turned to Archier, "Have you examined that body?"

"Of course not, I know the rules."

In fact, Clayton just wanted to ask the professional medical examiner's opinion on the current situation of the corpse, but the other party misunderstood his question and thought it was a question, so he couldn't say anything more, just let these people wait here, he Go up and ask Galid and Marie Etta about the body.

Before returning to the archives, Simon was standing at the door and stroking his lion's mane-like thick hair, as if he was thinking about how to make himself decent.

Clayton ignored him, knocked on the door, and waited for a response from those inside.

"Please come in."

It was Gayled's voice.

He pushed the door open and saw Marie Etta standing in front of Gayled, exasperation written all over her face.

"He's his own."

Galid pointed to Creighton and said to Mary.

The girl stared: "I didn't before?"

"I'm just worried that you're overreacting." Gaylid was unflappable, for he justified that concern.

Mary shouted angrily: "I don't even know who I killed?!"

Galid raised her voice to the same level as hers: "If you don't kill them, they will die too! The only difference is who dies, and who else will die with them!"

Clayton immediately closed the door to keep the sound out.

He heard that Mary might have known about the Darkin, but it had nothing to do with him, only Galid had to pay for the deception for a while.

"Please calm down, I have a question that needs to be answered urgently, and I will leave immediately after asking."

Then they both looked at him, and Mary said:
"You said."

Clayton first asked Gelid: "Brother Gelid, where did you put the head of Lieutenant Charles in the basement of Notre Dame?"

"I never touched it, who knows where it is now. Does it matter?"

"Second Lieutenant Charles still has one head on his neck now. People cannot have two heads, so I think it is still very important."

This situation was obviously beyond Gary's expectations.

"It may have been temporarily put back by the security staff."

"It's impossible. The staff at the notary office said that as soon as the body was delivered, there was a head." Clayton denied his statement, and asked another person: "Miss Mary, I heard that the body of Second Lieutenant Charles was delivered as soon as it was delivered." Come here, and you will be assigned to look after the corpse?"

Mary had no idea what the first head he and Galid had been discussing was going on, but she was sure of it from personal experience.

"That's right."

"Did you feel any abnormalities during the process of guarding the corpse?"

"No."

"Not at all?"

Mary nodded in affirmation.

"Who sent the body?"

"A man of the Salvation Army, a man of the dead."

"Thank you for your answers," Clayton took a few steps back and opened the door: "I wish you a pleasant exchange."

The door snapped shut.

A strange feeling came over her, and Marie Etta asked Galliard, "Who is he?"

Galid didn't hesitate. "He's Clayton Bello."

Seeing Mary chasing after him, he let out a sigh of relief, it was time to change people to deal with this little girl.

Clayton returned to the notary office and lifted the white cloth again.

No matter how many times you look at it, Charles' wrinkled head is like a newborn baby, with a soft texture.

The body has been parked in the notary office for many days, even if the head is opened now, there is no way to say that it is related to the Salvation Army.

He thought that maybe the Holy Grail Society could be announced through the scene where representatives from all three parties were present.

"Can we go now?" Julius asked, crossing his arms.

The clerk knocked on the counter for Clayton to look over: "The carriages are waiting outside. There are three in total, and the money has already been paid for. They also know where the destination is."

Clayton thought for a while, covered the white cloth back, stood up and gave orders to his three new subordinates.

"Get your guns and go."

The helper lifted the body, and the coroner Achill and Priest Green also stood up, ready to go together, but there was another voice at the door:
"Wait a minute, I will follow."

The door of the notary's office was pushed open again, and Marietta stood at the door, looking straight at him.

Clayton couldn't figure out what she meant. Carrying dead bodies was not a job that required a lot of hands. They already had eight living people.

"Miss Mary, what do you think?"

"I am the first batch of sheriffs in charge of this corpse. If there is something wrong with the corpse, I will also bear the responsibility for unfavorable custody. So I will go with you. If they check out something wrong, there is no need to make another trip. Just let me know."

Her reasons were too noble to be understood by those present.

Julius smiled contemptuously: "Miss, you are really caring."

Hearing the sarcasm, Mary immediately looked at him with a look that seemed to remember him, so Julius held back the latter words again.

The woman's arms and legs looked strong, at least much stronger than his.

"You are welcome to join us."

Clayton shook her hand.

A total of nine of them got into the car and arrived at the St. Becky Military Hospital in Sasha City very safely.

Although it is a military hospital, Becky Hospital also enrolls ordinary patients.

People come and go here, and the nurses are very diligent in delivering medicine and patients.

Clayton contacted a paramedic to lead the way, so that the helper brought in by the Sheriff's Department would know where to send the body.

They put Lieutenant Charles on a cart and clattered down the corridor.

The people in the back followed behind with their own equipment. For them, this job was leisurely and boring.

Arriving at an empty operating room, the helpers hired by the Public Security Department left, and the strong male nurses quickly took off Charles's clothes, and sent the whole body to the dissection table without leaving any cloth strips.

The doctor in charge of the autopsy at the hospital soon arrived, wearing a mask and gloves, and carrying a suitcase similar to Archer's.

When he got to the operating room, he opened the box, counted his tools on the tool table next to him, and did not do anything after counting.

He has to wait for the chief officer above to come before he can start working.

Clayton didn't know if it was his own delusion, but after the people in the military made a big fuss, they didn't pay much attention to Charles himself, and didn't send anyone to pick up the body.

After about a quarter of an hour, an officer who knew how to dress well came in, followed by two strong soldiers.

The officer looked to be about Clayton's age, with yellow hair combed back and heavily oiled, slack facial muscles, prominent cheeks, and a long goatee on his chin. It was hard to tell what style he wanted to maintain.

He looked at his pocket watch as soon as he came in, and his satisfaction was beyond words.

"Looks like I'm here just in time."

Creighton didn't know what he was satisfied with, but apparently what he was satisfied with wasn't something to be proud of.Looking at his epaulets, the pattern on it shows that his military rank is still a captain, a level higher than before he retired.

"Grass." The lieutenant cursed, but subconsciously whispered.

If Clayton was still in the military, he would definitely be court-martialed if he got into a fight with the opponent because of this swear word.

But he quickly realized that he was now a civilian.

The officer kicked his shiny leather shoes to the dissecting table to look at the dead man, and then turned curiously to the guests who came from the Public Security Bureau.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Clayton narrowed his eyes. Before he could speak, Mary spoke first: "For this judgment, the Public Security Bureau, which is the notary, also has the obligation to supervise. It is necessary to observe."

Archie, the coroner invited by the church, also spoke: "Based on the principle of fairness and justice, we must."

The officer shook his head slowly and interrupted him: "I don't care what obligations or principles you have, now, you'd better get out of here."

Behind Achill, Priest Green clenched his fists with his drooping hands.

Except for Mrs. Barbara, all the magistrates looked unhappy.

The officer didn't give anyone a chance. He blew a whistle, and a few guards rushed in, and kindly invited the guests who came here from the operating room.

　recommend a good book

　　Krafft's Notes on Heteromorphism

　　Ke Wei Xi Fan, the writing is much better than mine
　　


(End of this chapter)