The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 91
To be honest, although Clayton didn't believe in religion, he also had plans to send his body to the church cemetery after his death.

Because that's the choice of most decent people.

But the management method of Wandering Soul Street Church made him unable to trust him anymore.

If cemetery managers allow their dogs to pee on tombstones, nothing in the world can be trusted.

"There is such a thing?! We never knew that William did this. It seems that it has always been an evil creature." God Attendant was very embarrassed, but fortunately no one would disagree with him, and part of the responsibility could still be shirked by the dog. body.

His defense was too late, and Clayton's attitude towards them was irreversible.

"The method of tracking by smell is useless. I need to know what abnormalities this dog has been exposed to before."

"Unusual." The servant said thoughtfully, "Maybe we should check the corpse again. William has always been very picky. It used to be like this."

They turned back again, to the open graves.

For the sake of efficiency, the corpses that William dug out and gnawed on were not stuffed back by the priests.

They had work to do, and it was impossible to keep looking at this place, and the dog could dig up the buried body at any time, and temporary corrections were useless.

Compared with competing with dogs, it is more labor-saving and convenient to directly close the cemetery.

The corpses in the south of the cemetery are all newly buried corpses, so they are more popular with William in the choice of ingredients.

Of course, it was precisely because they were fresh that they looked unbearable at the moment.

With the smell ineffective, Clayton had to pay more attention to the condition of the corpse.

Some were vandalized and gutted, while others remained largely intact with only minor damage to clothing.

The god attendant explained next to him: "It dug out a lot of corpses, but not all of them bitten. It seemed that after digging up the corpses, it didn't taste good, so it didn't touch it again. Now that I think about it, there may be some kind of hidden meaning in it. The law is something we haven't discovered yet. If we can master this law, we can sprinkle cocoa powder on the corpses it likes in advance."

He didn't want to say the matter of poisoning in cold words, so he left some warmth of humanity.

Anyway, the corpses here have to be smeared with ointment and holy salt before they are buried, and it is not too much to add a little spice.

"Then let me thank you on behalf of the deceased." Clayton couldn't tell if he was mocking.

His eyes scanned the exposed bodies, but found no consistency.Although it was about to enter winter, the corpses would continue to rot, and their smells were almost the same, only some of the remaining attributes were showing off.

Male, female, old and young.

Things other than these four attributes have all passed away, and they seem to have become purer with the decay of the body.

The smell of a man and a woman are as easy to distinguish as fish and chicken. Even if the old man dies, the bones are still soaked in the strong smell of the old house, and the teenagers and girls who died unexpectedly still retain some greenness of the growth of branches.

"It doesn't eat children without children," Clayton concluded.

It's not that there are no children here, even though it's not winter yet, the number of teenagers who die in various parishes exceeds three figures every year due to various accidents.

There are six gravestones commemorating these children here alone, but none of them have been excavated.

"William can't read, he's just a dog. Even if the date of birth and death is engraved on the tombstone, he doesn't know how old the person buried here is." Speaking of this, the servant suddenly found that there was indeed no tomb of the young deceased Signs were excavated, and Clayton's conclusions were correct.He couldn't help frowning and hesitated for a while, then opened his mouth: "It's really like this, it's strange, we all know that the meat of children is more tender than that of adults, if I were William, then I would definitely give priority."

"Wait!" Clayton interrupted him, the lieutenant couldn't stand this guy anymore, this kind of speech was even more like a werewolf than him.

"We can talk about these things later. Come here and help me turn over these tombstones first. I want to see the information of the deceased, or you can get any list of the dead."

God waited and came to work.

After about 10 minutes, they ended this step.

Those heavy stone tombstones were collectively turned over with the side with words facing up.Many of the eaten corpses were dragged away from their original locations, and their identities needed to be re-identified. Clayton returned the corpses not far away that met the attributes to their original locations according to the names and ages recorded on the tombstones. bit.This might not be accurate, but it's good enough.

He pulled out the leg that had been sunk in the soil due to excessive force, and patted the soil, feeling the joy of labor.

"You read the 'victim' information on your side, I want to sort it out." He said to the servant.

The latter looked at the tombstone under his feet, and adjusted to a serious tone.

"Elizabeth, aged 52, working as a seamstress, that's all."

"Jackson, 37 years old, painter, died just last month, the cause of death was falling from the roof and breaking his head."

After reading the nearest tombstone, the attendant left the spot and moved to another tombstone:
"Anderson, 31 years old, occupation unknown, cause of death unknown, but sent by parish council."

"Oberon has only one name and is missing half of his head. It is said that he stuck his head into the power room because he was curious about the way the factory machines work, but that's just a rumor."

"Grey, 23 years old, a female worker in a textile factory, was swept up into the air by the machine because of a machine failure, her flesh was torn and she bled to death. Her father came here once, hoping to take the body back to the church in his hometown for a funeral, but later because of lack of money and shelved plans.”

While the servant was introducing these dead people to Clayton, Clayton was also paying attention to the tombstones around him.

He noticed that there was very little information on these tombstones, and none of them left an epitaph on the tombstone.

This is obviously closely related to the economic strength of the deceased. Their family members cannot afford to engrave these words, or the family members of the deceased are simply not with them, and cannot organize their funerals, so the city government can only pay for their remains.

Clayton could still understand the use of smell to distinguish the physical condition of the deceased.

But what exactly does a dog do to understand the difference between rich and poor in humans?
Creighton told God Attendant about his conclusion, and of course he was questioned.

The servant's face was not very good-looking: "Do you want me to understand that William is still a dog who hates the poor and loves the rich? I'm afraid it doesn't have such a high intelligence to distinguish humans."

He put his hands on his hips and suddenly changed his expression again.

"Maybe you're right, I remember something these people have in common."

"What is it?"

"They were all foreigners who came here looking for work, and most of them died in accidents."

The reason why most of them are said is that when some of the dead were brought in, the person in charge of transporting the corpses was not willing to stop and tell their cause of death at all, so the blank of the cause of death could not be filled, but the clergy could tell by looking at the corpses That was never a natural death.

However, God Attendant overturned this conclusion the next moment, he shook his head and vetoed himself: "No, no, no, it's not right. There are exceptions."

"Who is the exception?"

"A woman, she passed away last month, but she is not buried here." The servant recalled: "In fact, she should be the first unfortunate person whose body was eaten, but it was only a small bite, and we all thought William is just starving."

"Are you still letting dogs eat corpses?!" Creighton's wolf eyes widened, his pupils shrank a little, and he stared sharply at the servant.

The young clergyman waved his hands, responding unnaturally to this power: "It was just an accident, we didn't let it eat the corpse. At that time, the corpse fell off the stretcher, William helped us drag it, so I took a bite. But until now, I really can't tell what that bastard thinks."

Clayton didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

"Take me there."

(End of this chapter)