The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 66 Corpse Mud
Clayton tried to understand Bruno. "You mean one of the boards on the stage was replaced?"

"Your understanding is slightly misunderstood. To be precise, there is a piece of wood missing from the stage."

Bruenor stood leaning on a long plank. He was tall and thin and looked like a twisted alphabet.

Clayton carefully inspected the stage floor, and the results did not seem to be what the detective said.

"With all due respect, I don't see any vacancies anywhere."

"Then you think the same as the person who installed the stage." Bruno patted the upright wooden board: "Sometimes the answer is so straightforward-the person who hid things under the stage removed the floor completely, and when it was installed back because The way of sorting is wrong, so there is such a board that cannot be put back."

With one piece of wood missing, the gaps on the surface of the hollow stage are enlarged and are no longer dense, so it is easier to make noise due to extrusion and collision.

Clayton ignored this and almost let go of the clue in front of him.

Bruno knelt down and poked the floor: "It's a pity we don't have tools at hand, otherwise we can lift the floor to check it now."

state!
A loud bang came from behind.

The detective trembled, and he lost his balance and fell forward.

He got up and looked back, and saw Clayton holding half of the floor, the jagged fracture showed the extraordinary brute force of the destroyer, and there was a gap that had just appeared on the ground.

"Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry." He said quietly. "However. That's fine."

Since he didn't have the opportunity to work alone, Clayton didn't want to hide the fact that he had extraordinary power.

He broke the planks with his bare hands and demolished the stage floor.

As the stage floor was removed, something unusual was gradually revealed under the gap.

On the lower ground, some ochre-colored substances smeared out strange patterns, resembling the legendary runes.

They are nests of basic geometric shapes, layered on top of each other, and just looking at them is dizzying.

Two treacherous arcs passed through, forming the ears of a simple holy grail pattern.

It seems that those lines are not only attached to the plane, but extend into the air, even if the part is invisible, it can be felt.

In the space demarcated by overlapping ocher lines, there are seven or eight kinds of dried herbs and grain ears, which have dissipated all the smell and lie coldly in the grid.

Bruno surrounded him, full of curiosity about those lines.

Clayton squatted down in the hollow of the stage, which had been widened enough to lie on, dabbed his fingers in some painting substance, and gazed at them gravely.

Bruno's expression wasn't pretty either.

Even though they have lost their scent, they can still recognize what it is.

This is dried flesh.

This is what happens when the flesh of an animal is cut and left out of the sun for several weeks until it dries completely.

And this strange pattern is completely made of flesh and blood. Due to the complex structure, the consumption of the part that has been exposed cannot be completed by a chicken, or at least a sheep.

And Clayton hasn't actually taken down half of the stage yet.

"They must have killed someone." Bruno said that the seriousness of the matter here exceeded his expectations.

However, there is a magistrate here who witnessed these things in person, so that he does not need to consider whether the professional non-disclosure agreement will conflict with the moral conscience of concealing the murder case.

"I inquired about the news before I came here, but I didn't hear that there was any news about the suspension of business here. Instead, a homeless man disappeared nearby last month. And his 'roommate' who lives in a bridge hole is sure that he came here because he The last time I showed up to my roommates, I was bragging about picking up a stray club ticket."

Clayton understood what he meant.

Wanting to disassemble the stage and finely process raw meat to draw such a large pattern is not something a group of women can solve in a day, because of the state of the stage, they will not be able to operate for at least one day.

According to normal reasoning, they may have obtained some flesh and blood to describe these runes, and then asked outsiders to help speed up the restoration of the stage, and finally killed him to prevent the news from leaking.

Because the church no longer cares about folk occultists trying to summon demons, just drawing a weird rune obviously does not need to be kept secret, so if the missing tramp died here, the club dancers can draw the rune The raw materials of the array may also come from improper sources and cannot be accepted by law.

Coincidentally, Clayton just knew that another person must have died here.

Rosa, the real Rosa.

Although the flesh and blood were chopped up and spices were used to remove the smell, as long as there was enough flesh and blood, the original smell could still be restored.

Clayton knew Rosa's scent, Athena had worn "her" to rust silver coins.

He wanted to tear down the top of the stage in one go to prove this, but he wanted to keep his status as a werewolf for now, and his physical strength in human form was not enough to remove all the stage boards at once, so he had to rest for a while before doing it.

During this waiting process, Bruno took out the pen he had prepared and recorded the exposed rune circle in his notes.

"Give me a backup," Clayton said.

"it is good."

Clayton sat on the edge of the stage to rest, and began to ponder another matter in his mind.

His reply letter to Tritis last month has not been answered yet, and it is not known whether the woman has received the letter.

It is also Tritis's habit to read letters and not reply. If she keeps this habit, she may be able to hide it from Clayton for several months when she dies one day.

"Bruno, do you have any siblings?" he asked the detective.

Bruno lowered his head to draw, and replied casually: "I have three brothers and one sister."

"Where do they live?"

"Anyway, it's fine if you're not in this city. Why are you asking this?"

Once the theater fell silent, the rustling sound of Bruno writing on the paper became quite harsh.

Clayton held his chin deeply, and subconsciously fiddled with his beard: "If one day, you grow a pig's nose, a dog's ears, or something else, will you tell them?"

Bruno looked away from the notes: "How can a person grow something like that?"

He had never heard of anything like it.

"What if?"

"It's no different from now. As long as I don't get to the point where I have to lie in bed for the rest of my life, I will never tell them about me." After saying this firmly, the detective bowed his head to draw again.

Clayton gave him a surprised look, and decided not to talk to him about the subject in the future.

This person's family is not happy.

Clayton rested quickly, and it took him about three to ten minutes to finally make the wooden boards on the surface of the stage no longer block the patterns below.

The runes left by Athena Pruger were a little more complex than they had first seen.

If Clayton had copied those intertwined lines, it might have taken two or three hours, on the large sheets of paper specially used for drawing.

Even Bruno showed disgust now.

"I knew this task was not that simple."

"I should have brought my camera," Clayton said.
Hearing him say that, Bruno immediately glared at him with an indignant look.

Immediately, after a friendly discussion, Clayton decided to go back to the store and bring the camera.

Although this round trip took about two hours, it saved Bruno's fingers and gave him the strength to cut off the burnt outer ring of toast at dinner tomorrow morning.

Clayton hurried, and finally returned to Lemon Street.

In front of the store, the copper-plated sign of "Rusted Silver Coin" swayed in the wind. The sound was not pleasant, but it made him feel peaceful.

Unexpectedly, someone was at the door.

From the back, the man had long dark green hair tied into a ponytail, and there was even a pocket on the back of his clothes.

Clayton recognized him. It was Julius.

He was holding a roll of newspaper, looking at the antique shop, as if debating whether to wait for the door to open or break in.

A "Closed for Business" sign is attached to the door, but such signs do not have much deterrent effect on people in the dark world.

Clayton took a breath. If this was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental. He planned to come back to get the camera after discussing with Bruno temporarily. How could he come here and wait for him in advance?
"How did you know I'd be back here at this hour?" he asked Julius, approaching, his hand stealthily flicking to the revolver grip at his waist.

Julius looked back, impatience written all over his face.

"It's you, werewolf. It's really a coincidence that we can meet you after work, but don't be too sentimental. I came to this street to look for 'trees'." He looked up at the window on the second floor of the shop with a serious expression: "Divination The crystal shows that the 'tree' is here."

Clayton saw that the newspaper he was holding was a photo provided by himself, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)