The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 94 Learning a foreign language for the first time

Although the woman is beautiful, she wears an old skirt and has a sad face.

She was coming out of a tailor's shop when Cicero saw her.

The detective hesitated for a few seconds whether to go forward, but the other party walked towards him directly, even looking at him, and he assured that it was not a coincidence.

With his hands pressed to his waist, he was ready to draw his gun at any time, and at the same time he opened his mouth to ask questions, and then
Then he got caught.

Before Cicero could even react, the woman was already close to his side, her two slender arms suppressed him, pinching his hands as if holding the handrail of a trolley, preventing him from drawing his gun.Due to too much force, the woman's slender fingers even left marks like ropes on his wrist.

It's a transcendent!
But the fighting posture is so amateurish!
"Help!" cried Cicero shamelessly.

Without being able to draw a gun, he has absolutely no chance of winning against a transcendent or other monsters.

It is still very unusual for a man to call for help beside a beautiful girl. His actions attracted some passers-by to stop and watch and laugh, but the woman did not intend to let go.

Because the clothing store is right next to it, it aroused a lot of fantasies among the onlookers. Those people seemed to regard them as a couple fighting because of disagreement on consumption, so no one was willing to step forward to dissuade them from entanglement.

Falentine trotted up at this moment, parted the crowd with rapid breathing, and held up the sheriff's badge to the others, and then said to the detective:
"You are suspected of illegally holding a gun, please go back with us for investigation."

Hearing his speech, the passers-by immediately scattered in an uproar and stopped paying attention to this place.

There are many gangs recruiting in St. Alvin Parish because of its proximity to the railway, and the guy arrested by the sheriff may be one of them.

Watching their excitement has consequences.

Seeing the crowd go away, Cicero opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Of course he can publicize that he belongs to the Hooker Detective Agency. Such a large firm will apply to the government for the right to hold guns for its employees, but today he did not wear that uniform and carry relevant documents in order to conceal his actions, so what? Can't prove it either.

At the same time, it was impossible for him to take these people back and accept their search.

That would be the end of it.

Cicero suddenly felt extremely sad.

He knew where all his companions at the Bronze Horse Inn had gone.

When the firearms were taken away and his hands were tied behind his back, he looked back at Florentine who was tying the rope to himself, and issued a warning with the last hope.

"If you do this, I don't need to tell you, people from the Bureau of Land Management will also come to investigate."

"Oh," replied Florentin, who just wanted to sleep now.

If it wasn't for Julius' refusal to cut off his eye-catching long hair, which would be questioned by the public, he wouldn't have rushed to deal with this matter.

Barbara was still worried, but she immediately calmed down when she saw Florentine's reaction.

Since her companions don't care, she shouldn't have to worry.

"Let's continue the topic just now." Clayton said to the servant. "When was William picked up by you?"

"After the end of this summer. Its fur is like smooth satin and its eyes are like burning flames. We thought it would be a good guardian."

In the legend of Dorne, the black dog with bright eyes has always been regarded as the existence of the patron saint. After a person dies, his soul will ride on the horse and march towards his destination accompanied by his patron saint. The result is heaven or hell.

This is the spirit dog mentioned in the "Heralds".

There are many books that testify to the ancient origins of this belief, and the "Heralds" is not even the earliest one among them.

God Servant deeply felt that he had been deceived.

Clayton sat resting on a rock under the shade of a tree, and he couldn't wait any longer.

It's not because of the progress of the work here, but because he is worried that Julius and Barbara will mess up what they have explained, and he is eager to test their methods of action and results.

"My nose can tell. There must be something wrong with him in the morning. I've never seen such a sad dog. Try calling him by name, maybe you can call him out."

God Servant shrugged: "We have tried it, but it didn't work. Why don't you try your method?"

Clayton asked, "What can I do?"

"The way you howl should be the same, maybe, I mean maybe, it will be more effective for you to communicate in a common language than me calling out its name." Worried that Clayton would be angered again, this time Godservant restrained A lot, and tried to prove that there was no shame in it.

"It's a pity, I don't know the communication method you mentioned at all," Clayton didn't want to say it too bluntly: "Besides, I transformed from a normal person into a werewolf. So far, my The sound hasn't changed much from before. Perhaps the dark moon has given me a little special influence to help me communicate with these specific animals. But that has to do with the smell."

"But you haven't tried howling to communicate with them. You have to try to know if you can do it."

At this time, the servant showed extraordinary stubbornness again, which was related to his philosophy.

Clayton glanced at him, feeling a little shaken in his heart.

This kind of spirit of seeking truth from facts is rare among the younger generation. The lieutenant felt that he should not be left behind, and it would be a good thing if he could really discover his potential.

After struggling for a few seconds, he said seriously, "Cover your ears."

The god attendant showed a gratified expression, and raised his hands to do so.

Clayton turned his back, recalling the howl of wolves he heard near the pasture when he was a teenager, and wanted to try his best to imitate that sound.

He raised his head unconsciously, only feeling that all his energy was poured into his throat.

"Ow--"

The sound waves spread, and a gust of wind blew up around him, pressing down the grass, and the leaves of the yew forest trembled, but he could still confirm that his voice was heard throughout the cemetery.

He prayed that no one else would hear.But I vaguely feel that this is a prestige thing.

"Ok?"

The god attendant covered his ears and walked around to ask Clayton.

But Clayton didn't respond to him, and looked at the bushes slanting behind him, where there was a "live wind" (live wind is the wind brought by a moving object) moving.

And the smell of corruption has also become stronger.

Seeing his expression, the servant subconsciously lowered his hand, and also looked in that direction.

With the sound of snapping dead branches, a black dog emerged from a mass of green leaves. Just from the pumpkin's big head, one could tell how handsome its body was.

"I knew it would work!" The servant waved his fist excitedly, and then chased after him.

Clayton also jumped up from the rock to follow.

They stepped on dead branches and broken leaves, and ran creakingly in the yew forest.

The cemetery of Youhun Street Church really likes to grow purple shirts. These tall trees have not been pruned, and there are dead vines hanging between the trees.

Together with them, there are also those shrubs that grow in strange shapes, and they almost form a natural fence to block the road.

Clayton, however, was hardly affected.

After howling, he only felt that he ran faster and faster, even if there was an obstacle, he still jumped over it.He and the dog quickly shortened the distance, and God Attendant, this young man didn't seem to exercise much, and was thrown away by them after a few steps. The specific time may be the second or third minute of running .

The huge black dog finally stopped.

It looked back at Clayton with a meaningful look, as if deliberately leading the way.

Clayton was amazed by the intelligence in its eyes.

He carefully observed its tail, which drooped slightly in its natural state. It seemed that it was not a dog, but a giant wolf.

None of the priests and believers who came to Wandering Street Church noticed its abnormality. This can only be attributed to the lack of biological knowledge of the citizens due to the development of the city.

The black wolf sniffed the ground, dug open an area that had been turned over, and took out a piece of dry bread that was probably left over from the Holy Communion ceremony.

It moved a few steps closer to Clayton and put the bread down.

A strong rancid smell approached, and the lieutenant backed away vigilantly, not understanding its intention.

Seeing his performance, the black wolf bowed his head, and arched the rusk towards his position with a long kiss.

Clayton reacted, he pointed to the rusk and asked in surprise: "Are you going to give it to me?"

Seeing his reaction, the wolf was more surprised than him, and even spit out:

"Aren't you the one who shouted hungry just now?"

(End of this chapter)