The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 64
Clayton's stomach cramped.

His hair stood on end when he realized that the woman those people were discussing could be him.

No one in this life sees him that way.

The werewolf rubbed the ears and protruding snout on his head twice before he was sure that his head hadn't changed back into a human shape. After calming down and thinking about it, he was sure that he couldn't be mistaken for a woman with his original appearance. Then put the mustache on the lips.

Then the only explanation can only be that magic has affected the eyes of those audiences, making them see a werewolf about the size of a horse as a beautiful woman.

He flipped through the notebook, but still couldn't find which step was working.

All the steps were normal Baijiao rituals, but he hadn't heard of any priest who could make a man look like a woman.

Whether he should leave next, he was a little uncertain.

Perhaps further research is needed.

It is worth noting that the "purification" ritual steps written in the notes did not clearly mark the end, perhaps "opening the door" is also part of the ritual.

In folklore of witchcraft, many spells require genuine emotion to work.

Clayton has heard that the curse that can be lifted with true love is enough to make up two battalions.

Athena has hypnotized so many people to come to the club repeatedly to watch the performance, and there is obviously a similar deep meaning in it, which seems to be an effective way.

But Clayton held his nose and hesitated.

This is a strip club, and he won't copy the way things work here!

He neither will nor wants to.

He regained his human form and put on his clothes.

And in this short period of time, urging voices came from outside the curtain.

The audience can't wait.

He finally made up his mind to clean up all the debris on the stage to the backstage.Then pull one side of the curtain to the end, and at the same time expose yourself to the eyes of the public, then turn around and pull the other side to the end.

A whistle sounded from the auditorium, and at the same time a few coins flew over and fell at his feet.

Along with the coins, someone screamed: "Celebrate Innocence!"

Now Clayton was completely sure of his image level, and he even understood why they were so excited.

He is now wearing a coat and trousers, and it is undoubtedly a debauched behavior for women to wear trousers in Kingdom culture.

He stood in the center of the stage and coughed a little, but the echo was completely a girl's voice.

Clayton was completely relieved.

In that wondrous magic, his beard would probably also be twisted into smooth long hair.

Since no one could recognize him, he was somewhat more at ease.

Just as he was thinking this way, the curtain at the entrance of the club in the distance was raised again, a tall and thin figure walked in, sat down in a familiar seat, and joined the backlit black figures in the auditorium.

He is Bruno.

After seeing Bruno, Clayton's breathing stagnates, and he regained his relaxed mood just now.

Acquaintances, why are they acquaintances again? !
Has the detective been out of work lately, and has time to relax at a strip club?

"Hurry up!"

The audience in the back row began to rush. They seemed to find this place randomly, so there were not many people, only a dozen or so.But because the hypnotized audience did not speak, they occupied all the right to speak on the field.

"Business is closed today." Clayton withdrew his thoughts and announced on behalf of the dancers.

There was nothing he could do to test that ritual tonight, because even if he could lose his dignity, there was still a limit to what a man could do.

At least he couldn't dance and play an instrument at the same time.

If he hadn't wanted to test whether collective outrage could work on a ritual, he would have slipped away.

The audience was really angry.

"I invested money!"

"What door does it open if you don't perform?"

"Those who have invested money can come up and pick it up." Clayton said, he didn't feel any change, maybe the power of anger was not enough.

Immediately, three men rushed to the stage to collect their own money, and then argued because others took more of their own money.

Even at close quarters, they failed to see Creighton's true face.

"Take your money and get out of here."

Clayton added fuel to the fire, seeing the few uncontrolled free spectators look contemptuous, angry, and even surprised, as if they couldn't believe a bitch (Clayton was still in the The woman who works at the club) dares to talk to them like that.

This is very rude, and as of now, no other members of the club have appeared, and there is only one lonely woman on the stage.

The offended men began to approach "her", trying to intimidate her with size and strength, and regain respect.

Bruno sat in his seat, focusing on the conflict on the stage, neither stopping nor leaving, with a calm expression.

He obviously came here with a mission.

Clayton noticed this from the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to think about the big detective's thoughts for the time being.

Looking at the expressions of the audience and the men approaching him on the stage, he was sure that the anger of this group of people was not scarce, but the feeling brought about by the ceremony remained unchanged, indicating that anger may not be one of the necessary materials for the ceremony , he decided it was time for a change of mood.

"You guys got one thing wrong, I'm not a singing girl, I'm a burglar."

Under the illusion of a beautiful woman, the lieutenant made the above announcement, then pulled out the revolver from his waist, and fired a shot at the plaster soft wall next to him.

The gunshots were deafening in the semi-enclosed space of the theater.

This bullet shocked the men approaching him, not only that, but also woke everyone up.

Even those who fell into hypnosis shouted after a brief daze, and ran towards the exit with the others.

Because the total number of people who came today was too small, the risk of a stampede was avoided.

Clayton noticed that in Bruno's place his men had disappeared, but Clayton didn't see him leave.

But it doesn't matter.

He is now more concerned with the mystical connection he feels during the ritual.

Just after the gunshot, the connection from the sky became clearer, and the infusion of the audience's "desire to survive" allowed the ceremony to continue.

Clayton closed his eyes on the stage, let his hands hang down naturally, and looked up to the sky.

He could almost feel his soul rising.

The Holy One is watching the world, it sees up and down, it sees without eyes, it hears without ears, it touches without substance.

His range of perception almost included the entire underground theater.

The number of seats, the location of the damage, the distance between them and the difference in height can give him an answer in an instant.

There is also Bruno hiding between the seats. The detective is pulling out his gun, squatting and trying to get around the side of the stage through the cover of the back of the chair, preparing to subdue the "gangster".
Clayton opened his eyes suddenly, and raised his gun one step ahead of time to aim at the position where Bruno was about to show his face.

"come out!"

Bruno, who was pointed at the head with a gun just after showing his head, had to stand up and throw his flintlock pistol to the ground.

"We can talk, ma'am, violence is not good at all." The big detective shook his head and said, he didn't realize that the person in front of him was a friend he knew.

Hearing this address, Clayton sneered and approached him, pulling him onto the stage with a force Bruno couldn't understand.

"Well said, I think so too."

It was a remote place in St. Alvin's parish, and he had at least ten minutes to deal with it before the sheriff arrived.

Although temporarily possessing an extraordinary vision, this perspective is only superficial.

An observant and experienced detective can help him a lot in his quest.

(End of this chapter)