Unable to sit still.

This is Clayton's current state.

After returning from the old mansion of the Mani family, the first thing he did was to inform Bruno to end the investigation of the Broken Wing Angel Club.

In the detective agency, that is, at his own home, Bruno poured Clayton a cup of tea, carefully adding very few tea leaves.

"You want to see the work progress so soon? It's only been a week, so don't expect us to find out much."

Clayton didn't care. He drank the tea in one gulp: "I didn't think so. Stop the investigation now and submit a report to me on your findings. The commission is about to end."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Bruno straightened up, his expression solemn.

He still remembered Clayton saying that this mission was dangerous.

Clara answered him with a scream:

Not saying "already know", but "happy to do so".

Although Clayton was externally labeled as a proper gentleman, he was not so trustworthy in the eyes of the old lady because he had never married.

I don’t know if this part is beyond the scope of occult enthusiasts, or if it is the most basic part so I didn’t write it down.

The thin silver salt solution cannot cause much harm to Clara, but it can still suppress the powerful recovery power.

After closing the door, he returned to the study, trembling even more than he was fighting.

Clayton once again came to the Sheriff's Office of St. Mellon Parish.

"I suggest you adjust your attitude!"

It still seems quite difficult to domesticate Clara step by step, and she is quite uncooperative.

"ah!"

It was the landlady who lived next door who came over to check on the situation because she heard the screams.

She owns several houses, but the one Clayton rents is the most expensive of her properties.

By the way, ask yourself who your evaluator is.

"puff!"

If Clara was discovered by ordinary people, his career in St. Mored Parish would be over, and there would be nothing he could do to cover it up.

This liquid contains silver halide, which is the so-called silver salt solution.

"Because I'm not supposed to be working here today, my partner took a temporary leave, so I took over for her."

"Why?"

Today was already Sunday, and there were many people in the lobby. He had to speak at the top of his lungs to be heard by the receptionist.

At least move to a place where no one will come to check if something strange happens.

Clayton nodded, raised his glass again and drank it in one gulp.

But Clayton had found something to restrain her so that she wouldn't recover and escape when he left the house.

"No, my partner is just an ordinary person."

After settling the matter here, he rushed to his home in St. Mored Parish as if chasing time.

He is the son of a farmer, and the animals he has come into contact with in the past were all large and docile.

"The Presbyterian Church operates secretly?" Clayton understood it to mean another thing.

This old lady was over sixty years old and her face was full of wrinkles, but she was still quite alert. She tilted her head and looked around Clayton at the door to look indoors:

"I just thought I heard a girl screaming."

"I will ask the assistant in charge of the investigation to write the paper report as soon as possible and hand it in no later than next Friday. Remember to check your mailbox every day."

Galeed was the only Presbyterian he knew, so he came to inquire about the situation.

Clayton took a step back. Although he was not that free and had been taking time to work, he also knew that this was not the time to refute.

Clayton had to admit that he felt pity again, but this did not prevent him from doing business.

Clayton also knew this. He used his arms to support the door frame to prevent the other party from entering without authorization: "I was boiling water just now, but there seemed to be something wrong with the kettle, and it screamed very loudly. But don't worry, I have solved it.

The debris is being processed now."

Thinking about it carefully, the evaluator who couldn't remember didn't say at all what time he would arrive at the Pulitzer family mansion tomorrow.

Clayton frowned, pushed her back into the fish tank, then rushed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash his face.

"I'll ask the maid to boil some more water and bring it over."

Clayton began to speculate on the other party's work content.

While Clara was chewing and unable to squirt, he took her out.

Clara snorted from her nose.

He was not very reassured by the new residents at home.

If you want her to speak, you have to take her out.

"You go on eating, we'll talk later." He said to the head.

To an outsider, they would only think it was the head of a sixteen or seventeen year old girl.

Slightly opening her mouth to observe, Clayton quickly regretted it.

The receptionist pointed upstairs: "Mr. Galeed is also on duty in the archives today."

He tried to take her out again, this time fully prepared.

The transparent liquid in the fish tank was not water, but the developer he bought in the photo studio.

The landlady was dubious, but because the room was neatly tidied and she couldn't find any traces of a struggle, she had no choice but to give up.

He threw the small piece into the fish tank.

Raising something like Clara is simply depraved!

"There was an accident." Clayton didn't want to say more.

Now it's reduced to feeding the devil.

The other party's current expression does not look like he has perfectly solved the incident behind him.

Clayton opened Tritis's book again, trying to find a way to quickly make friends with the devil, but found nothing.

He poured a little into Clayton's cup and took back most of the rest.

The werewolf was very dissatisfied with her attitude, but he became curious again - how did she digest food now that she didn't even have a stomach?

Bruno looked at his expression, got up and went to the bedroom to get a bottle of wine to replace the tea on the table.

"Tell me, how did you come to Mani's old house? Tell me this, and you can eat more." Clayton made an offer to seduce her, holding another piece of meat between his fingers and shaking it gently in front of Clara's eyes.

"He" and "she" are different words in Dornish. He thought that she might be a woman with serious violent tendencies. After all, the sheriff needed to be in constant physical contact with people to subdue criminals, which was not good for a woman.

It’s also difficult to meet the requirements of dignity.

If she didn't have a special interest, no woman would join the Sheriff's Department.

Clayton wasn't going to keep her in the fish tank.

It's in the study room, in the display cabinet nailed to the wall.

Such people are really rare.

Even though she lost most of her body, she still retained some weak abilities to interfere with the outside world.

Clayton was shocked for several seconds, but then his expression changed. It could be said that he put her back into the fish tank in a panic and covered the fish tank with a rag.

There are no bubbles, just the liquid in the fish tank boiling.

Clayton knew who was coming before he even opened the door.

When he returned to the study again, he saw Clara soaking in the fish tank and trying to swim with her tongue.

Through the curved glass with distorted light, she saw Clayton opening the door with the key and coming in. Anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth and roared:

"Aren't you worried about being exposed at work?"

"Of course the banquet starts at seven o'clock in the evening, but because of our special nature, it doesn't matter if you arrive earlier."

The minced meat was spread flat on the cracked tongue, and the particles on Clara's tongue coating that were supposed to be taste buds were extremely large, squirming and squeezing the minced meat into the cracks.

Perhaps the Presbyterian Church can help him improve his knowledge level.

"Guru-lu-lu. Gulu-lu."

"You have to be obedient. Be obedient and I will give you this -"

Clayton took out the leftover raw beef mince he had eaten at night, and it was still dripping with blood. Clara's eyes immediately sucked it up.

After hearing his question, Galid showed an expression like "Why don't you know anything?"
To be continued...