The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 73 City Change
"It should be here."

Clayton frowned and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him. He couldn't think of anyone who could afford to hire Bruno in the slums less than three streets away from him.

This place is empty during the day, noisy at night, and has always been poor.

If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't sleep because he couldn't hear the noise when he left the army, he wouldn't rent a house near here. It's just a habit that he hasn't moved now.

The cold wind brushed against his cheeks, and the smell was analyzed rationally in the olfactory system.

If the wind speed has not changed much in the last hour, then he can conclude that Bruno just left here in about 10 minutes, and stayed there for a while before that.

Clayton frowned, he might be discovered if he went in rashly now.

It is even more unreasonable to knock on the door openly and ask to enter in the early morning.

If the person who hired Bruno really had ulterior motives, he wouldn't tell the truth after seeing him.

He leaned on the window to look in, but there was no light inside, and at the same time, there was no sound of breathing, or even the smell of other creatures, only the smell of Bruno remained inside.

He suspected that this was Bruno's rented safe house. If so, the detective's actions could explain it.

Clayton managed to get around to the other side and enter through the back door.

The door didn't lock, which was weird.

An interesting phenomenon is that the poor do not like to use locks to protect their property.

Because the locks they can afford are usually easy to break, and criminals who are willing to steal in the slums are definitely not giving up the virtue of being a gentleman because of a lock.

However, the income from stealing is very small, and people here hide coins very carefully, and it takes a lot of effort to find them, so almost no one makes a living from stealing, so working hours during the day can be assured, because thieves also have to work.Be alert at night and the day will pass safely.

But if this is Bruno's safe house, and no other living people live there, Clayton thinks there should be a lock here.

He entered the house through the back door, and it was quiet.

Of course it was quiet, because there was no one in the room.

There is a faint aroma of coffee in the air, but the table in the living room is very clean, and the cups and saucers in the kitchen are neatly placed in the cupboard.

The toilet had no used smell and the bedding in the bedroom was not wrinkled.

Clayton was sure right away that this wasn't Bruno's safe house.

The detective's own house was full of chaos, so he cleaned up the safe house for no reason.

He searched and only found a photo of a family of five that seemed to prove the identity of the owner.

Of course, it used to be.

Although there was no other person's smell here, he was sure that there was someone else here, who had just moved away.

They have adapted to the way scent tracking works and are very used to it.

Most people are not that sensitive.

"Another extraordinary person, could it be the Presbyterian Church?" Clayton guessed.

Since he is a transcendent, there is no need for him to track down.

It is impossible for the Transcendent who investigated the Holy Grail Society to be with Athena. If it was not someone from the Presbyterian Church, his temptation might be taken as an offense, adding new enemies for nothing.

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The parish bells chime through doors and windows, symbolizing the beginning of a new day.

Clayton checked the place he passed one last time, confirmed that there were no traces left, and then exited through the back door the same way.

It took him a lot of time to inspect the house. The sky was pale at the moment. After the bell rang, there were chickens and dogs barking one after another behind the courtyard wall. The trees that had lost their leaves were like the weeds growing under the corner, under the pale sunlight. Stands like a sculpture.

Soon, people who went out to work began to come out of their houses, from a few sporadic walks onto the street to a dense mass of people.

The number of people pouring out of those small houses was much greater than the number of houses. The heat and human smell could not dispel the winter atmosphere, but added a bit of sadness.

The impactful sight brought Clayton back to his senses.

These people who have just woken up are not full of energy, and they all look tired and worried.

Coupled with the fact that the Dornish people like gray and black clothes, and they keep a certain distance between people, they look like wild geese who have not caught up with the time to return to the south. They are united again, and the unified thought and situation connect them .

In order to save rent, several families usually rent a room here, so although the slum area is not big, the number of people is quite considerable.

Clayton knew this, of course, but he still found it strange.

Even though it was only a few streets away, he rarely came here, for the simple reason that there was nothing here, and it was unsanitary and smelled bad--he could feel it even before he was a werewolf.

Although when he first moved to St. Morede he had been there a few times with the idea of ​​visiting neighbours, and that had left a deep impression on him.

The number of people he saw on this street back then was not so many.

Three years is by no means enough to double the number of adult men several times.

He thought back to the slums in St. Alvin's Parish, where the train stops, and most of the foreigners get off there when they come to Sasha City. If you want to know the changes in Sasha City, you must go there first.

But because he rarely went there before winter this year, he can't tell if the changes there are as big as here.

Clayton thought for a few seconds before giving up. The change in the number of people here has nothing to do with his purpose.

Now that Bruno's affairs have been settled, he doesn't have to stay here any longer.

He hadn't eaten in the evening, and now he had to go back to eat.

Werewolves get hungry faster than normal humans.

"Why are there more and more poor people every day?" The original cook of the workhouse spat on the ground.

If Joe Marney hadn't been watching, the spit would probably be in the cauldron.

The dean of the workhouse was also investigated by the council because of the death of the leader of the Salvation Army, Second Lieutenant Charles. As a rare educated person, Joe Mani even started to help Father Pei with the accounts, but This prevents him from juggling his duties as cook at the same time.

He used a spatula to stir-fry the stew with sliced ​​meat twice, and the aroma was overflowing.

Joe Mani couldn't help feeling that although there was no money for working here, the power was getting bigger and bigger.

Another priest who watched him also left because of the investigation. He is really a free man now, and learning the teachings is easier than before.

It would be better if you didn't have to work fifteen hours a day.

Because many of the nurses were absent, the groom who had to help put the bucket on the ground and sighed, "What else can I do? Second Lieutenant Charles of the Salvation Army died, and now the relief station at Baige Square is closed. The poor of the parish of Talos come to us."

Because the groom has to go out frequently to buy goods, he feels that he is always better informed than other employees of the workhouse, and it is often true.

But the cook didn't believe his words, and sneered: "How many poor people can there be? Can it compare with here? Our cooking time is twice as long as before! Double! Maybe next week, you buy There's not enough cabbage for those slobs."

The workload has increased, but the wages are fixed, and anyone who comes will get angry.

Joe Marney listened as he filled the pot with water.

There are too few entertainment items here, and it is good to listen to people gossiping.

Another cook carried the bucket to the stove, but did not rush to pour the vegetables in, but looked at the groom, waiting for him to defend himself.

"You must have never heard that many soldiers in the colony were laid off last month, and now they have all returned to their hometowns."

(End of this chapter)