Werewolf hunting rules

"Whose order did you take this time?"

When dragging Bruno onto the stage, Clayton didn't forget to ask him about it.

"You recognize me?"

This question startled Bruno. He tried to stop by shaking his hands, but the werewolf was obviously much stronger than him and almost carried him to the stage.

"Indeed, but you don't need to know too much."

Clayton slapped the detective on the back, with enough force that he took two steps forward: "Do me a favor, and I'll let you go in a moment."

Bruno turned to look at him, his eyes flicking up to the top of his head and then down again.

"What's wrong?"

Clayton deliberately changed his tone so as not to be recognized.

Even if you didn't decide your current image, it's still quite embarrassing for others to know about it.

However, Bruno looked him over, and then revealed his identity with a strange look on his face.

"Is it Clayton Bello?" He immediately confirmed the guess through the other person's micro-expression, but he couldn't believe it was true. He took two steps forward, excitedly reached out and groped around Clayton's body, confirming that someone was Some exist:

"With this height, clothes, hair color and eyes, I knew it was you! But how did you do it? My first visual impression was that you were shorter than me, but the parallel angle of view indicated otherwise. The palm of my hand The size also deviates from the information conveyed visually, as well as the chest. Well, this is true, you really have a lot of muscles. Is there any magic used for this?"

Bruno has always been a superstitious person and has always had a "prefer to believe" attitude towards supernatural phenomena.

Now that he has confirmed his identity, Clayton can no longer keep it secret. He spreads his hands and says, "What a good question. Unfortunately, I am also looking for someone to ask. I can't do this myself. . Could you please help me find out the reason for this image change."

"So magic is really involved here?" Bruno took two steps back, allowing the scene of the stage to shrink in his eyes and be completely included in his field of vision.

He wanted to remember this place, it was such a novel experience.

This reaction was beyond Clayton's expectation: "What task did you take on, and your employer still discussed magic with you?"

"I can't say it, and you won't believe it if I tell you." Bruno raised his chin: "That's a big shot."

"Can he still be the mayor?"

The detective honestly denied: "It's not that big."

"Then we'll talk later. We'd better move quickly now. I just fired, and the sheriff might be coming soon."

Since Bruno was well adapted to supernatural phenomena, Clayton didn't need to say anything and just dragged him backstage.

"I just performed an inexplicable magical ceremony. That's why I look like a woman now. But the actions performed in the ceremony are nothing extraordinary. They are all visible to the public during church activities. I doubt it. Something else is taking effect, and now I need your help to find out the source of the influence so that I can relieve this state."

Clayton didn't know how long this effect would last. It would be terrible if it was permanent.

"Are you trying to remove this effect?" The detective began to walk ahead without urging. He stretched out his hand and traced his fingers on the rough and inferior wallpaper.

"if not?"

"I actually think it's pretty good. You can really be called a beauty now." Bruno teased.

Bello is a Mansis surname, which means "beauty" when translated into Dornish.

He said this without any hesitation. If Clayton could see his current image, he would be shocked.

Her black, naturally curly, semi-long hair hangs down on her shoulders, highlighting her fair skin. Under her plump forehead is a straight bridge of nose and gorgeous red lips, giving her a sense of mystery and confidence. The most stunning thing is the tawny eyes, which are as moist as tourmalines and sparkle under the dim light, as if they contain surging wildness.

He sincerely told Clayton the truth: "Now you go to the dance and declare that you are only a wallflower (referring to a loner who does not dance with others at the dance and hides in the corner to do his own thing). People who are willing to take the initiative to invite you There must be countless of them.”

"Don't let him go. You disgust me. Find clues quickly." Clayton crossed his arms and urged Bruno, not thinking there was anything good about it at all.

When he passed the dressing room, he looked in the mirror and saw that the appearance inside had not changed at all, indicating that this was an illusion that directly affected people's minds. But although he couldn't see his illusory image, he also knew that there was no place for his beloved beard in the illusion.

Bruno checked in one room after another, and the notebook was also included in the inspection.

After he read the notes, he turned back to Clayton and asked, "Have you ever heard of the reverse cross?"

"I never heard."

"Of course, because it is quite sacrilegious and only works during religious ceremonies."

He held the note in his hand and shook it, and Clayton could only act like he was asking for advice: "Tell me, I'm very interested."

"It's very simple, just do the ritual you did before in reverse, but keep the prayer part, but change the object to a devil or other pagan god, and then the effect of the ritual will be cancelled."

Clayton was doubtful. Bruno had never impressed him as an occult expert before:

"Are you sure it works?"

"You might as well give it a try."

Bruno shrugged. He was not the one who turned into a beautiful woman anyway.

Clayton felt that what he said made sense, and he had vaguely heard of this approach.

If you can restore your image, you don't have to worry about the police officer coming to your door later.

So the werewolf wearing the illusion of a beautiful woman immediately exited, returned to the stage, and circled counterclockwise along the edge of the stage, praying in his heart to the only demon named Clara.

He didn't feel any sense of blasphemy at all, but because the object of prayer was Clara, he felt a little funny mentally.

Turn in circles, pray, anoint with oil, anoint with salt, diffuse scent, extinguish candles.

When the entire process was reversed and the last step was reached again, as the flame of the white candle went out, Clayton felt that his soul also fell down again.

It really works!

He looked at the blood vessels under the skin of his palms, and the black color representing animality fell silent again.

He opened his mouth and shouted twice, and the echo returned to a man's voice.

Clayton ran backstage and asked the detective who was fulfilling a private commission to confirm whether his image had changed back.

Bruno was holding bottles and cans in his hand, checking whether there was a private compartment hidden behind the mirror in the dressing room. Hearing the greeting, he looked back at Clayton and then shook his head in disappointment.

"Isn't it over yet?"

Clayton covered his forehead with his right hand, feeling heavy.

The detective was still holding something in his hand, and said dejectedly like a sloth stretching its neck: "No, I just think the face just now was more beautiful, but it's a pity that I won't be able to see her again."

Knowing that he was concerned about this matter, Clayton immediately changed his attitude and faced him coldly:

"You can change yourself if you want."

While they were talking, there was a commotion from the front desk, the stage creaked again, and the din of voices showed that there was more than one person coming.

"Who's in there?! Come out!" It was a man's voice.

Bruno skillfully stuffed the dancer's notes into his arms, and then stretched out his hand to pull Clayton.

"The Sheriff is here, let's take cover."

Even if the criminal who was just witnessed shooting was a woman, it seemed to have nothing to do with them. But why the two men were backstage at the club is also something that needs explanation.

"No need to hide."

Clayton stood there, took out his Sheriff's badge from his pocket and pinned it on his chest.

"Why are you the Sheriff again?"

Bruno's eyes widened. His understanding of Clayton still remained in the image of "performing a secret military mission" spun by the other party.

Although the Sheriff is also an institution of force, the two are by no means compatible.

The freedom of the Sheriff determines that superiors cannot find their subordinates anytime and anywhere, which is a fatal flaw in many cases.

"Life is full of ups and downs, and it's no surprise what you become."

Clayton sighed and walked out.

Two men wearing silver star badges were standing in front of the curtained stage with guns in hand, hesitating whether to rush in or not.

After all, the criminal may have left, or he may still be behind the stage with a gun waiting for an opportunity to ambush.

Just when they were hesitating, Clayton was walking out from behind the curtain, and this movement made them nervously raise their guns.

"Hey, don't get excited."

Clayton immediately raised his hands to dispel their hostility, and then put down one hand to point at the badges of the same style as his own and the other party's: "I came earlier than you, but unfortunately the shooter has already run away."

According to eyewitness testimony, the prisoner who shot others was a beautiful woman.

The two sheriffs took one look at Clayton's beard and easily dismissed him as suspect.

They lowered their guns and even comforted Clayton: "Slum areas are like this. If you are not careful, even a mouse can snatch the food from your mouth."

Clayton agreed with them and made up the excuse that "he was an acquaintance of the dancers and was helping them count their losses." The two sheriffs left in a sensible manner.

When the underground theater returned to silence, Bruno opened the curtain and walked out to take a look:

"I didn't expect you to have such a hand. If I end up in jail for illegal possession of a gun, I'll have to rely on you."

Clayton looked back at him and avoided talking about the illegal and criminal behavior: "Have you found the problem with the ritual?"

"Of course I found it. I have always been professional, and the location where it is hidden is quite obvious. I am curious why you didn't find it."

Bruno stretched out a leg and tapped the stage floor with the toe of his shoe, and the floor made a knowing sound.

"The stage is hollow."

Clayton frowned: "Of course the stage is hollow, otherwise how much wood would it cost?"

"But generally the stage is not so loud, otherwise even the music will be drowned out."

Bruno turned around and dragged out a long wooden board from the corner that Clayton couldn't see: "I found this at the bottom of a certain bed. Look at its material and color."

Even as he spoke, Clayton noticed this.

This long wooden board has the same properties as the stage floor, it was extracted from somewhere under the feet.