The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 72 Stealth Operation
After leaving from Grogne, Clayton immediately turned back.

Now it was early morning, the sky was pale, and his family was empty.

Bruno had already left with the developed photographs.

Judging from the concentration of the lingering odor, this may have happened within half an hour.

Clayton checked the lock on the study door, which he had locked before leaving to guard against Bruno's curiosity.

He was relieved that nothing had been left on the lock, and nothing was missing.

Then he saw the developer splashed on the ground, and he couldn't feel relieved again.

Without changing out of clothes, Clayton went to the study to pick up the snakewood cane and sword that he had brought to the Pulitzer House before, ready to go out again.

He still has things to figure out.

Bruno followed him to his house. The apparent reason was that the occultist was addicted to it. He wanted to communicate more about divination with Julius, and he could also develop the photos along the way.

The detective's reasoning was impeccable, but what he did was a little too eager.

It was hard to find a cab at night, and it took a few streets to find a cab that was still open.

And the detective itself is an ordinary person, and ordinary people are not so energetic at night.

Bruno has always been a person responsible for his work, but his health is not good. After retiring, the long-term drinking and sedative daily routine made him more sluggish than before, and he also suffered from lethargy.

Such a person is still at work, but comes to another parish late at night because of personal hobbies, so that the return journey takes too long, and there is a high probability that he will not have a good rest, which will affect the work of the next day.

Clayton thought this behavior was ridiculous.

Unless coming to the Parish of St. Morede was a time-saving and productive option for Bruno's work.

And the detective's current job was related to the Broken Wing Angel Club, so Clayton had to think about it.

The lieutenant went out, tucked his cane under his arm, and locked the door of the house.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but sighed against the lacquered wood door, deeply feeling that his life recently was busier than work.

At two o'clock in the morning, when there should be silence, the slums of St. Morede's Parish were bustling with activity.

Bruno looked around the dark street vigilantly with a bag of photos in his hand. He brought a dagger, but it didn't give him much confidence.

He used to be a scout, but his strength is limited compared to ordinary people, and his biggest advantage is running fast.

But in recent years, the bad habit of drinking has made him gradually lose this advantage, and he is prone to joint pain in cold weather, especially in this season.

Here, the air is damp, cold and sticky, and penetrates into collars and sleeves everywhere, and climbs wantonly on people's skin.

The detective couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly, but it also lifted his spirits.

He was walking quietly. In the house behind the old wall on the left, someone did not know what triggered the first dog bark, and then there were sporadic responses from all directions. After the silence was broken, human voices started commotion again.

It was probably the owner of some family who found out that his house had been broken into by burglars.

Although it is only a few streets away from the area where Clayton is located, the feeling of poverty is overwhelming.

The streets here are dirty, the street lights are broken, and no sheriff wants to patrol here.

Compared with the huge population, the security force of Sasha City is a drop in the bucket, and many areas cannot be governed.

But if you think about it carefully, this is beyond reproach.

Under the flickering streetlights, Bruno let out a sigh of relief, then put the photo bag under his arm and rubbed his hands and face to keep warm, recovering a little bit of temperature.

He heard that in the Royal City, the Queen established a new public security organization called "Royal Police" to manage Yaxin. Together with the Royal Guards in service, a total of [-] armed men are defending the Royal City, but even so, vicious injuries The event is still four figures every year, and it is not barely breaking through the four figures.

Sasha City is one-third smaller than Kiaxin, and its population is one-sixth, but there are less than a thousand magistrates, which is less than one-thirtieth of Yaxin's security forces.

Thinking about it this way, the local sheriff still played a good job.

He searched for street signs while thinking, until he stopped in front of a house that didn't look very unusual in appearance.

Bruno knocked on the door, it opened from the inside, and he walked in.

In addition to the person who opened the door for him, there were two other people sitting in the hall, with playing cards and wine bottles on the table in the middle.All three were solid Dornish blonds, with unremarkable features that seemed to be disguising.At the same time, the posture gives people a lean feeling.

At this moment, they all raised their heads to look at Bruno, their eyes had been separated from the game, rational and indifferent.

While watching, the detective took the developed photos out of his pocket and scattered them on the table, and they were immediately attracted to them.

"The evidence has been found, I think I am not too late."

He was approached by these people three months ago and asked to serve their chief.

Royal Intelligence, that's the name of their agency.

Those employees are called nightingales.

Of course, Bruno was not an official Nightingale, he was just an official informant, or so he was called.

Because of his status as a veteran, he is still trusted.

But that trust wasn't enough for these people to tell him their real names.

One of them, who cannot be named, was the first to flip through the photos, then passed them on to another person, and walked into the room by himself.

"Not only are you not too late, you are also two days earlier than we expected. But this is not safe enough." The person who was checking the photo said that while he was talking, he looked at the photo seriously.

Although there are no people in the photos, some traces are clearly beyond Bruno's reach.

Bruno found a chair and sat in front of him. After hearing what the other person meant, he asked back: "What's the problem? You didn't say that I have to do this alone. This time the situation is special. If there is no assistant, I can do it for a week. Not sure. The dancing girls might come back before the investigation is over."

It was a lot of work just to remove those stage planks.

Members of the Intelligence Department were noncommittal: "Who else is involved in this investigation?"

"A friend of mine, and a loyal warrior of the kingdom."

The intelligence officer looked up at Bruno: "Do you think he would be willing to join us?"

He didn't ask that friend's name in detail, or he didn't think it was important.

Bruno thought for a moment: "He's not really short of money, but I can ask for you."

At first, he thought that Clayton had also become a member of the Royal Intelligence Department, but now it seemed that was not the case, otherwise Nightingale would not have known about him.

"Forget it then." The nightingale ended the topic simply.

They also observed Bruno for a long time before deciding to contact him. For a completely unfamiliar object, rash contact will only expose themselves unilaterally.

The Nightingale who had entered the room before came out, holding a camera smaller than the smallest model on the market, and took a close-up shot of the photo on the table. Every few seconds, the spotlight would turn on, capturing all People's faces were all pale, but no sound came out.

After a few minutes, the flashing stopped.

"Last question, what did you think when you saw those runes?" Nightingale, who was always sitting, asked.

Bruno put his hands on his knees and recalled: "I was happy because I always thought that those things existed, and it showed me that I was right."

Hearing such an answer, Nightingale showed a smile on his face, and he pushed the photos in the direction of the detective: "Take them, and give them to him just like your current employer asks, but don't act so fast again , Caroline is a very cautious person."

"Of course, I don't want to be suspicious of him yet. He gives a lot of money."

Facing Nightingale's reminder, Bruno smiled, gathered the photos on the table and put them in a bag, and then left as quietly as when he came.

"What do you think of him?" Nightingale who took the picture asked.

"His quality is not bad, and he can be considered for retaining." Nightingale, who talked to Bruno the most, replied.

The nightingale who opened the door disagreed: "I don't think so, he has a habit of drinking, and he is only useful to us if he stays here."

"Then let's observe for a while."

They reached a consensus.

(End of this chapter)