The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 70 See the big in the small
In a way, the less money you have in your wallet, the more it weighs.

The position of the wallet is not on the waist, but on the chin.

People with empty pockets are often weighed down by that weight.

Bruno now feels he can hold his head up a little bit, so he talks more than before.

The above complaints are said to be complaints, but they also imply complacency.

However, Clayton's reaction was different from what he had imagined. The lieutenant seemed preoccupied, and it seemed that this incident had a great impact on him.

"Could it be that you plan to change careers to become a detective recently?" Bruno stopped mixing the developing solution.

"No, but it's about the same."

Clayton finally realized Bruno's emotional change when he learned that he still had a personal camera after half an hour of hand-painting the runes.

He put down his hands wrapped around the wire, let out a long breath, and suddenly settled down like a beast that had captured its prey.

"When did they come?"

Bruno recalled: "A month? Maybe less than a little. What, you have a festival with them?" He asked curiously.

"Not yet, but maybe later." Clayton wiped his hands on his coat.

Since the Blackshirt Mercenary Corps had dealt with the military, and the Hooker Detective Agency was born out of the Blackshirt Army, Clayton had a little understanding of their positioning.

Hooker Detective Agency has inherited all the advantages of the Blackshirts.

They have a good reputation, they act fast, they execute well, and the legitimacy of their domestic violence has the acquiescence of some bigwigs.

Under normal circumstances, it would definitely be a loss-making investment for this group of guys with an eye for money to develop business in Sasha City, but if they got any news and thought it was profitable, then their actions could be explained.

Just like the eve of the government's promulgation of various bills, there is always a group of officials who recognize the market in advance and sniff business opportunities from the changes.

But now the only one who wants to make a big fuss in Sasha City is the Holy Grail Society. It is not the kind of organization that can stand on the bright side. There is a cooperative relationship between them.

If he could get a way to contact Athena from Hook Detective Agency, all his previous plans could be cancelled.

"Do you know where the people in Hooker's Office are now?" Clayton asked calmly.

But the calmer he was, the less Bruno could believe him.

The detective's level of observation and observation is top-notch. Bruno is sure that there are some sinister contradictions colliding in the dark, but it has nothing to do with him, but his instinct tells him to be vigilant.

This feeling of being hoodwinked made him uncomfortable.

"I heard that they settled in the Copper Horse Hotel after entering the city, but I don't know if they are still there now." Bruno still decided to speak out. "One day after they first checked into the hotel, some of them disappeared. They may have picked up a job, or followed the clerk of the Land Planning Bureau out of the city to measure the land."

After all, he is a keen detective, and using the word "heard" is just self-effacing. Compared with ordinary people, he has more motivation and ability to satisfy his curiosity.

"Can you tell me what happened? Why haven't I heard anything?" He couldn't help asking.

"Just a little personal matter."

Clayton was perfunctory, and not paying attention at all.

"You're here to do your thing, remember to close the door when you're done, and I'll take Julius out again."

The Bronze Horse Inn is an inn located in the parish of St. Alvin, in the same parish as the Winged Angel Club.

"Just pretend I haven't asked about this matter." Bruno knew that he couldn't change his mind, so he had to take a step back: "Then when can I ask Mr. Julius to help me with divination? By the way, I don't know this yet." Where does your friend live?"

Clayton was stunned, he didn't seem to have considered Julius' identity.

If Bruno knew that this person usually lived in a mansion in the city center, the detective didn't know what kind of background he would imagine, and he might be discovered by the dark descendants of the Presbyterian Church in private follow-up investigations.

He didn't think it would be a peaceful meeting when the darkin met the sneaky detective.

"In this way, if you want to find him, you can notify me first, and then I will convey your invitation. If he agrees, I will arrange for him to meet you."

Bruno was shocked by such a complicated way of meeting. He turned his head to look at the location of the study, then looked back at Clayton, and asked cautiously: "Who is he, the prince of which country is he? Could it be that your secret position is in Work in the Foreign Office?"

"Julius is not a prince, but the people in his family don't want him to have contact with ordinary people like us. They are rich and not easy to mess with. I don't recommend you to follow him secretly."

Bruno listened to his aboveboard dissuasion, but still insisted on his own conclusion.

"That's no different from a prince. But... how do I feel that you are leading him to do something dangerous."

"It's what his father asked for."

Bruno suddenly realized that he was very familiar with this style of behavior: "I can understand."

He was forced into the army by his father. There are always some old parents who like to let their children go through life and death, which is called "sharpening".

Clayton went out, went to the study to inform Julius of the incident, and asked him to set off with him to the Copper Horse Inn.

After leaving the house and turning across a street, he immediately turned around.

"This doesn't seem to be the way to Alvin Parish," said Julius, looking at the clock tower in the distance.With his hands in his pockets and his legs going forward, he followed Clayton boredly.

"It's really not." Clayton walked ahead without looking back.

"I heard your conversation. You don't trust that detective friend? I kind of like him."

"I don't believe in coincidence now. It's too coincidental for him to appear. It's hard not to make me suspicious. Even if his personality is trustworthy, he may be used by the ability to manipulate people's hearts."

Julius nodded: "That makes sense. So where do we go now?"

Clayton stopped, then turned back, walked behind Julius, and changed the functional position of the leader.

"To your house," he said.

"I hope you can come to me again during the day to discuss work matters."

Grogne sat across from Clayton in plush green pajamas and slippers.

They are now in the center of the city, towards St. Mellon Parish, and this house is not too big, not even as big as the house that Clayton rented, of course the price must be higher.

He also just found out that Grogne lived here.

Julius went back to sleep in his room with nothing to do, leaving him to communicate with his old father.

The home here is quite simple, with a lot of green decoration.

Clayton withdrew his eyes from looking at the interior style, and turned to the old man: "Sorry, I thought you would be more energetic at night."

"Not all darkborn are full of energy at night." Grogne said blankly, as if he was sullen at being woken up: "At least I prefer to rest at night, you have to remember, Mr. Bello .”

"Then I apologize again."

Clayton considered his words, and then expressed his speculation about the Hooker Detective Agency.

He still has doubts about Bruno's motives, and even more suspects that the Bronze Horse Inn may set up a trap, so he hopes that the Council of Elders can provide assistance.

Grogne held his face and thought for a moment: "Do you know the ability of Florentine?"

Florentine was the accursed one he had sent to Creighton.

Both Falentine and the vampire Barbara are Clayton's nominal subordinates, but Clayton always feels that it is worthless for these non-professionals to sacrifice their lives for special drugs, and subconsciously does not want to involve them.

"I don't know him yet."

"Remember to take him with you when you want to kill, he is very useful."

As Grogne said, he grasped the thumb of his left hand with his right hand and broke the whole finger.

There was no blood at the cut, and Creighton saw the wood grain-like skin on the severed finger writhing, and the flesh and blood underneath also regrouped into other shapes, gradually forming a wooden whistle.

"Blow this whistle, and you can have a brief conversation with the plant. The plant can remember the short-term conversation sound and help you eavesdrop. But this whistle is only valid for one week, and you can just throw it away after a week, and you don't need to return it to me."

Clayton took the whistle, resisting the thought that it was an old man's thumb and putting it in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)