Werewolf hunting rules

Chapter 405 Clayton Bello’s Love History and the Art of Swearing

"Are you suffering from this?"

"No, I mean I'm used to hurting other people."

Norris closed the window and turned to look at Clayton. His eyes were more serious than before. Although his tone did not change, Clayton could feel that what he said before was all for this moment.

"What, will you look down on me because of this now?"

Clayton sighed: "No, I'm not much better myself, so how can I blame you? Besides, I actually feel the same way as you."

At the critical moment, he paused and replaced the part he originally wanted to confess with another part.

Since Norris didn't discuss the past few years with him, he just talked about the past.

"I haven't said it, but you should know that when I was still in the army, I stopped contacting prostitutes from a certain day on, and regarded this past experience as an unclean history of my life."

"Is this change due to the criticism of moralists?" Norris asked with interest.

Clayton shook his head and continued to explain this past incident.

In the years after he joined the army, he eventually fell into the habit of soliciting prostitutes, even though his brother Ulen often tried to dissuade him.

He had never been loved by a girl of his own age in his hometown, and he was at a stage where he was often emotional, so he could not help but have some fantasies about those gorgeous women. The rules in the military camp are very strict. The officers require the soldiers to fear themselves more than death. Brutal corporal punishment is often used, which makes people depressed and in urgent need of external objects to relieve their depression.

Under these many conditions, Clayton was naturally unable to resist the temptation of having fun with a strange woman.

During all that time, he had been immune to moral reproach.

Both parties were consensual, so who can blame them? Maybe these women needed the money he had to support their families, and many poor widows would sell themselves to raise their children. With these thoughts in mind, Clayton spent these days with a normal attitude.

Until one night a few years later, he had sex with a prostitute and was lying on the bed smoking a cigarette. The woman suddenly spoke with a smile on her face: "You are so gentle. I want to sell my daughter's first night to you. She Deserve a good man.”

Immediately afterwards, she called in the girl whom Clayton had always thought was a hired maid and asked her to take off her clothes and show him.

At that time, Clayton Bell was stunned for a moment, and then he jumped up in shock at the words that went against his "common sense". He only had time to grab his pants and ran away from them. He never went back and stopped soliciting prostitutes from then on. behavior.

"I know this may seem like a small thing to many people, but to me it was like saying, 'I've been walking with my head and thinking with my feet,' and the world has never been the same in my eyes."

"I can understand what you mean." Norris nodded.

The act of a woman selling her dignity for money in order to dedicate herself to her family and raise her children is simply noble to Clayton, but to sell her dignity with her daughter for money?

"I thought a lot later and realized that when a person loses their dignity, the world they see is different from what normal people see. After losing their dignity, a mother can actually regard the act of betraying her children as Of course, because she has lost her self-respect for too long, and when a person can still live without his dignity, she does not feel that dignity is necessary, so she did not feel that it was a sinful act at all when she did this. "

"On the other hand, this prostitute betrayed her daughter to me because she was the guardian of this young girl and she had complete control over her child, including the purchase and sale of her body. And if she could control other people, she would definitely betray her They. And the people she betrays will eventually become like her, like an evil plague."

"When I think about this, the whole world is suddenly full of evil, including myself. I have been the promoter of evil without knowing it."

"But then you reformed," Norris said, which was unlike him.

Clayton sighed: "I then started dealing with married women."

The first time he became someone else's lover, it was not him who took the initiative, but the woman who started it.

A senior military officer hosted a banquet for his colleagues and subordinates at his home, and Clayton Bello was one of them. At midnight, the men were no longer satisfied with drinking and playing cards at home. They wanted to go out to have fun. Clayton had been His drinking level was noticed and unanimously targeted. Instead, he was half-drunk and unable to join them, so he had to spend the night at the senior officer's house.

The officer's wife took care of him personally. When he was half drunk and half awake, he revealed that he liked sculpture art. Unexpectedly, the wife was also an art lover. They only chatted for an hour or two, and Clayton had already described this beautiful girl. The woman is treated as a confidant, but because she already has a husband, he only treats her as a friend.

Later, the lady's husband invited him to his home, and they spent more time together.

They met again after they met. Clayton and the lady chatted about ancient and modern sculpture masterpieces from all over the world. They talked happily, and time seemed to slow down.

So when we met for the second time, Clayton talked about the beauty of muscle texture.

During the third meeting, Clayton elaborated on the impact of materials on the actual sculptural work.

During the fourth meeting, Clayton talked about how to create the face of divinity.

On the fifth meeting, Clayton wanted to talk more, but the lady refused to let him continue. She pulled him to her separate bedroom used for spiritual meditation, saying that she must see his manhood today. Layton had to show it to her. On that day, the relationship between the two people changed dramatically and they became "lovers".

In the days that followed, because of the senior officer's frequent banquets, Clayton always had the opportunity to have private meetings with his wife, and they indulged in it again and again. Although Clayton Bello felt guilty, he was driven by the love that sprouted in his heart and kept doing this immoral thing.

Over time, he actually felt that this love that broke through worldly morality was somewhat romantic.

But the strange thing is that when he brought up art later, the lady was not as patient as she was at first.

One day, he met the lady in private again. After having fun, out of an inexplicable psychology, he suddenly wanted to know what this relationship was, so he asked the lady :

"Are we having an affair now?"

This is really a stupid question. Everyone probably knows the answer to the question. Clayton regretted it when he asked it, but the woman lying on the same bed with him gave him an unexpected answer.

"Of course not."

"Why doesn't it count?" Young Clayton actually asked back.

The woman's answer once again exceeded his expectations: "Because my husband knows what happened between us."

"He knows?!"

"Why else would he always invite you to our house?"

Forbidden love and romance vanished from Clayton Bello's mind in an instant, including the art itself that had begun it.

He looked blankly elsewhere in the bedroom, trying to prove from everything else that everything just now was false. In the process, his eyes accidentally turned to the dressing mirror standing at the end of the woman's bed. The mirror reflected a pair of extremely vulgar men and women, and neither of them had any clothes on.

"Later I learned that there was no love in this relationship, and there was no second person who loved art. Considering the status gap between us, if our genders were switched, then this matter would be the same as that of a nymphomaniac. It is no different when a master asks his wife to find a well-educated maid for him. I know that what I hope for does not exist, but I still continued this relationship for two months to satisfy my lust."

And after that, he has been attracted to such women again and again.

When Clayton sighed, Norris sighed too, and he looked genuinely sorry for Clayton.

"Indeed, your experience is similar to mine. Wealth and women have the same seductive nature. They have completely harmed us."

"I don't think so." Clayton said: "No matter how I am deceived or seduced, there is still a prerequisite for the situation to lead to the final bad result-I am willing to do this. Since I am willing to do this, then I Of course, I have to bear the greatest responsibility. If I want to change, I can only start from myself.”

Norris sighed: "You are a real man, Clayton. But I have given up. I have tried many methods, but I have never gotten the ideal results, so I have to live where I am. After all, people always have to go. Look ahead, don’t you think so?”

"That's not bad," Clayton said.

Hearing his echo, Norris realized something, and he slapped his forehead in distress. In this casual movement, Clayton suddenly saw another Norris who looked more like Norris than he did now.

"Yes, my fault. I originally wanted to answer your question, but in the end I just complained to you about my own affairs without considering your feelings. It's so shameful to keep letting you hear and think about these terrible things. ”

The Norris that Clayton had just found disappeared again, but he had already caught that familiar feeling.

In fact, people's expressions are not the same every time. Even if they have the same emotion, they will be slightly different depending on many conditional factors. However, all of Norris's expressions are the same every time, including smile, sadness, seriousness, and helplessness. .They were like polished masks, he put them on when he needed them, and now he put them on again.

Clayton thought he had relaxed a long time ago, but he had actually been on guard.

Only yesterday, when Norris was in a state of extreme exhaustion, and during those few minutes when Norris had been watching him around, had the look on this face been free.

The lieutenant took a deep breath and let it out in a long breath.

"Norris, you know what? Just now, I discovered that there was actually a serious problem in our conversation."

"I know, I'm sorry," Norris said.

"That's not the problem you mentioned."

"What's the problem?"

Clayton looked sadly at Norris, who was well-behaved and wrapped in a gorgeous dress, as if he had turned into a porcelain doll with cracks on his body, a flashy thing: "Didn't you notice that there were no swear words in our conversation? ?”

The rich man with a mysterious experience was startled and looked at Clayton Bello in surprise.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's anything serious."

"Norris!" Clayton raised his voice seriously: "We are wearing good clothes now, but what kind of people were we before we put on these clothes? Do you remember? During the training, we were covered with wounds, and in our spare time, we had to brush the horses of those senior officers whose riding skills were not as good as ours, run around and do miscellaneous work, and were tired and sweaty. At that time, we often cursed people in private."

"When we cursed people, we didn't consider other things at all. We cursed the idiots of the next regiment, the officers were good-for-nothings, the generals were idiots, and the queen was mentally retarded. No matter how high the status of people was, they could not escape our insults."

"Dirty words are the purest emotional catharsis. It is part of our defenseless nature."

"We will only become polite when we want to pretend, but at this moment, do we two old friends need to pretend to each other?"

Dirty words are not elegant, but at this moment, Clayton is talking about this matter with a scholarly attitude.

He must do this. He wants to re-establish a consensus with this changed Norris.

"Sorry, but this is not a disguise, this is a new habit I have developed." Norris explained calmly: "I have to deal with some emotional and dangerous people often, and in order to avoid offending them, my father forced me to give up the habit of swearing."

Clayton made a new response to Norris's explanation. He pushed him and made him stagger.

"Shit new habit, forget it quickly, and swear at me now!"

"I can't think of what to swear now."

"You don't need to think when you swear." Clayton pressed on step by step, not giving the other party room to breathe.

"This is boring."

"No man doesn't swear, you say it quickly!"

This time, the iron wall opened a hole, and the new distressed look on Norris's face was not fake. He leaned against the wall with his hands hanging down and supported the wall. His eyes kept turning, his face became redder and redder, and he racked his brains to come up with a swear word.

"Fuck it!" Clayton suddenly yelled in his ear.

The werewolf's roar was extraordinary, and the windows in the corridor on this floor were shaking in their frames.

Norris looked up quickly, but still looked at the werewolf blankly.

"Fuck"

He said the most crucial word, but the curse word was soft and powerless, at best just an imitation.

"Fuck him! Say it to me! Just say this one sentence!"

Norris said dryly: "Fuck him. Fuck"

"Fuck him."

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He tried to read this sentence, over and over again, until the minute hand on the clock in the room he was facing turned half a circle, and his voice still lacked something called soul, making this curse word more like a greeting than an attack.

"Fuck him."

Clayton couldn't bear it anymore, he suddenly stretched out a finger and stabbed Norris's abdomen heavily. This move was completely unexpected. Norris was naturally unprepared, and the sudden pain made him bend down and squat.

"Fuck him!" Clayton repeated.

"Fuck it!" Norris, squatting on the ground, endured the pain and said, and the next moment, he was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, there was also a feeling in his tone, a feeling that could turn language from decay to magic, that was the most sincere anger, which suddenly gave the dead fetus of "Fuck it" a new life.

Under normal circumstances, even if he was suddenly attacked, Norris would never say such a thing.

But just now, he had repeated this monotonous swear word for dozens of minutes, his mind was confused, and there was only this sentence in his mind, and when the right emotion came, they matched perfectly together.

"Fuck it!"

A perfect and sonorous swear word was said by him.

Norris' eyes widened, he squatted in the corner, raised his hands to cover his face, but Clayton had already seen the corners of his mouth that he unconsciously pulled open.

"Hehe. Hahahahahahaha"

The laughter came out of Norris' mouth, his volume became higher and higher, more and more wanton, and finally reached the level of madness. And when the squatting posture was not suitable for laughing, he simply let go of his hands and knelt on the ground, supporting himself on the ground and laughing as if no one was around, and even slapped the floor while laughing. If the servants had not been driven out, they would have been surprised at this outrageous behavior.

Clayton also laughed, and he saw the strong vitality and familiar feeling returning to Norris.

When Norris laughed enough, he got up, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

"Clayton, you are so right, no man can not say dirty words, it feels really good. If you were my personal doctor, I would pay you a thousand pounds for this dirty word, but you are my best friend, so I won't give you a penny."

"Fuck it!" Clayton said in a clear voice.