The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 65
"Whose order did you take this time?"

Clayton asked Bruno about it when he dragged him onto the stage.

"You recognize me?"

This question startled Bruno, he tried to shake his hands to stop, but the strength of the werewolf was obviously much stronger than him, and he almost carried him to the stage.

"That's true, but you don't need to know much."

Clayton patted the detective on the back, so powerful that he rushed forward two steps: "Do me a favor, let me go in a while."

Bruno turned to look at him, his eyes sweeping up the top of his head, then all the way down.

"what happened?"

Clayton changed his accent on purpose so that he would not recognize him.

Even if the current image is not determined by oneself, it is still quite embarrassing to be known about it.

However, Bruno sized him up, and then revealed his identity with a strange expression.

"It's Clayton Bello?" He immediately confirmed the guess through the other person's micro-expression, but he couldn't believe it was true. He took two steps forward, and excitedly stretched out his hands to grope around Clayton's body, confirming that something was wrong. some exist:

"I knew it was you because of your height, clothing, hair color and eyes! But how did you do it? My first impression was that you were shorter than me, but the height of the parallel angle of view indicated that this was not the case. The palm of your hand The size also deviates from the information conveyed by the vision, and the breasts. Well, it is true, you have a lot of muscles. Is this using some kind of magic?"

Bruno has always been a superstitious person, and has always held the attitude of "I would rather believe it" towards supernatural phenomena.

Now that he has confirmed his identity, it's hard for Clayton to hide it anymore. He spread his hands and said, "That's a good question. Unfortunately, I'm just looking for someone to ask it. I can't do it myself. Please help me find out the reason for this image change."

"So there's really magic involved here?" Bruno took two steps back, allowing the scene of the stage to shrink in his eyes and fully fit into his field of vision.

He wants to remember here, this is really a novel experience.

This reaction was beyond Clayton's expectations: "What mission did you accept, and the employer still discusses magic with you?"

"I can't say it, and you won't believe it if I say it." Bruno raised his chin: "That's a big man."

"Can you still be the mayor?"

The detective honestly denied: "It's not that big."

"Then we'll talk later, we'd better hurry up now. I just fired a shot, and the sheriff might be coming."

Since Bruno was well adapted to the supernatural phenomenon, Clayton didn't need to say much, and directly dragged him to the backstage.

"I just performed an inexplicable magic ceremony, which is why I look like a woman now. But the actions performed in the ceremony are nothing special, and they are all seen by the public when the church usually does activities. I suspect It is something else that is working, and now I need your help to find out the source of the influence, so that I can get rid of this state."

Clayton didn't know how long this effect would last, it would be terrible if it was permanent.

"You want to cancel this effect?" The detective started to walk ahead without any urgency. He stretched out his hand and slid his fingers across the rough and inferior wallpaper.

"if not?"

"I actually think it's pretty good, you can really be called a beauty now." Bruno teased.

Bello is a Mencius surname, which means "beauty" in Dornish.

He didn't mean to be perfunctory when he said that. If Clayton could see his current image, he would be surprised.

The half-length black curly hair hangs down on the shoulders, which sets off the fair skin; under the full forehead is a straight nose bridge and gorgeous red lips, with a sense of mystery and confidence.The most amazing thing is the yellow-brown eyes, which are as moist as tourmaline stones, shining brightly even in the dim light, as if they contain surging wildness.

He sincerely told Clayton the truth: "Now you are the one who goes to the ball and declares that you are only a wallflower (referring to a loner who doesn't dance with others at the ball and hides in a corner to do his own thing), and is willing to invite you. It must be countless."

"Don't you leave him? I'm disgusted, hurry up and find clues." Clayton folded his arms and urged Bruno, not feeling any good at all.

When he passed the dressing room, he looked in the mirror, and the appearance inside did not change at all, which showed that this was an illusion that directly affected the human spirit.But although he couldn't see his illusory image, he also knew that there was no place for his beloved beard in the phantom.

Bruno checked from room to room, and the notebook was also included in the inspection.

After reading the notes, he turned to Clayton and asked, "Have you heard of the Reverse Cross?"

"I never heard."

"Of course, because this practice is quite profane and only works for religious ceremonies."

He shook the note in his hand, and Clayton had no choice but to ask for advice: "Tell me, I'm very interested."

"It's very simple, just do the ritual you did before in reverse, but keep the part of the prayer, but change the object to a demon or other pagan god, and then the effect of the ritual can be lifted."

Clayton was skeptical, Bruno did not impress him as a mystic expert before:
"Are you sure it works?"

"You might as well give it a try."

Bruno shrugged, it wasn't him who turned into a beautiful woman anyway.

Clayton felt that what he said made sense, and he had vaguely heard of this practice.

If he could restore his image, he wouldn't have to worry about the sheriff's visit later.

So the werewolf wearing the illusion of a beautiful woman immediately withdrew, returned to the stage, circled around the edge of the stage counterclockwise, and prayed in his heart to the only demon named Clara.

He didn't feel any sense of blasphemy at all, but because the object of prayer was Clara, he still felt a little funny.

Circling, praying, oiling, salting, aromatherapy, candles extinguished.

When the whole process was reversed and the last step was reached again, as the flame of the white candle was extinguished, Creighton felt his soul fall down again.

It really works!

He looked at the blood vessels under the skin of his palm, and the black color represented by animal nature became silent again.

He opened his mouth and shouted twice, and the echo changed back to a man's voice.

Clayton ran backstage, looking for the detective who was performing a private commission to confirm whether his image had also changed back.

Bruno was holding bottles and jars, checking for a private compartment hidden behind the mirror in the powder room.Hearing the greeting, he looked back at Clayton, then shook his head in disappointment.

"Is it not over yet?"

Creighton covered his forehead with his right hand, feeling heavy.

The detective was still holding something in his hand, and said dejectedly like a sloth stretching its neck: "No, I just think that face just now looks better, but it's a pity that I won't see her in the future."

Knowing that he was concerned about this matter, Clayton immediately changed his attitude and faced each other coldly:
"You can change yourself if you want."

While they were talking, there was commotion from the front desk, the stage creaked again, and the noise of voices showed that there was more than one person coming.

"Who's in there?! Come out!" It was a man's voice.

Bruno skillfully stuffed the dancer's notes into his arms, and then stretched out his hand to pull Clayton.

"The sheriff is here, let's hide."

Even if the shooter who was just witnessed was a woman, it seemed to have nothing to do with them.But why the two men were there backstage at the club is also something that needs to be explained.

"Don't hide."

Clayton stood where he was, and took out his sheriff's badge from his pocket and pinned it to his chest.

"Why are you a sheriff again?"

Bruno's eyes widened. His perception of Creighton was still stuck in the image of "executing a secret military mission" woven by the other party.

Although the sheriff is also an institution of force, the two are absolutely incompatible.

The degree of freedom of the sheriff determines that the superior cannot find his subordinates anytime and anywhere, which is a fatal flaw in many cases.

"Life is full of ups and downs, and it's not surprising to be anything."

Clayton let out an exclamation, and then walked out.

Two men with silver star badges were standing in front of the curtained stage with guns in hand, hesitating whether to rush in.

After all, the perpetrator may have left, or he may still be behind the stage holding a gun and waiting for an opportunity to ambush.

While they were hesitating, Clayton was coming out from behind the curtain, and this movement made them raise their guns even more nervously.

"Hey, don't get excited."

Clayton immediately raised his hands to dispel their hostility, and then put down a hand to point to his own badge with the same style as the opponent: "I came earlier than you, but unfortunately the shooter has already escaped."

According to eyewitnesses, the shooter was a beautiful woman.

The two sheriffs looked at Clayton's beard and easily dismissed him as suspect.

They put down their guns and even comforted Clayton: "This is how the slums are. If you don't pay attention, even mice can snatch food from their mouths."

Clayton echoed them, and made up an excuse of "I am an acquaintance of the dancers, and I am helping them count the losses", and the two sheriffs left wisely.

When the underground theater returned to silence, Bruno opened the curtain and stepped out to see:
"I didn't expect you to have such a hand. If I go to jail for illegally holding a gun in the future, I will rely on you."

Clayton looked back at him, avoiding the accusation of crimes: "Have you found the problem with that ceremony?"

"Of course I found it. I've always been a professional, and its hidden location is quite obvious. I wonder why you didn't find it."

Bruno stretched out one leg obliquely, knocked the stage floor with the toe of his shoe, and the floor slammed loudly.

"The stage is hollow."

Clayton frowned: "Of course the stage is hollow, otherwise how much wood would it cost?"

"But generally the stage is not so loud, otherwise even the sound of the music will cover it."

Bruno turned around and pulled out a long plank from a corner that Clayton couldn't see: "I found this at the bottom of a certain bed, look at its material and color."

Even as he spoke, Clayton noticed this too.

This long plank has the same properties as the stage floor, and it is extracted from somewhere under the feet.

(End of this chapter)