Chapter 45 Refusing to Negotiate

Clayton took Joe to Dove Square.

But this time, the square was empty, leaving only the shacks built by the soldiers and a few homeless people burning newspapers in discarded whale oil barrels to keep warm.

Joe held a saw in one hand and a lantern in the other, illuminating the face of a man who was using a bush for his bed.

Clayton was more alert than during the day.

The Salvation Army man is missing.

He chose to bring Qiao here at night just to be on guard against them.

"Lieutenant, you." Joe turned to look at Clayton, but was immediately frightened and took two steps back.

Clayton was dissatisfied with his behavior: "What are you doing?"

Joe felt that there was nothing wrong with his tone, so he came closer and raised the lantern to shine on his face: "Lieutenant, you really should take a look in the mirror. Your pupils are as big as a dead person and they are still shining."

"Then am I dead?" Clayton asked, knowing that his body had changed again.

Clayton grabbed Joe with both hands and threw him onto the balcony on the second floor with all his strength. However, under Joe's shocked eyes, he jumped off the wall and jumped more than three meters high, hooked his palms on the balcony railing and rolled over.

He rushed to the dining room, overturned a long table with a thick board, spilling dirt, and then dragged it back to the entrance of the basement. His movements were so fast that Joe jumped to avoid the table being swept across the floor, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Straight up.

"I've grown up recently." Clayton said perfunctorily.

Clayton beckoned him across the alley to the dead end.

Clayton walked ahead and opened the door, but stopped at the door.

He stepped on the table and resisted the resistance of the basement pushing upward: "I know what you are, let's talk openly, otherwise you will die in there."

"Have you ever been so powerful before?"

"Because you may meet someone from the Holy Grail Society later."

boom!

As if in response to what he said, a gunshot sounded from upstairs.

Normally, the dilated pupils and the fangs hidden in his mouth are nothing. The cuticles of his nails have thickened and the color has begun to gradually turn black, which is more in line with the color of wolf claws. However, he has also come up with the idea of ​​"getting his fingers caught when moving furniture."

The excuse of "running over the sofa caused bruises that lingered for a long time".

"Houses that no one has inherited would have been taken away and auctioned by the council in the past ten years, but the houses here are overdue and no one dares to come here for 20 to 30 years."

This method suppresses all pretense, even if there are any traps and ambushes. The person hidden inside finally couldn't hold it anymore, and banged the wooden board at the entrance hard to shout to them. The voice sounded like a young man.

"Why did you steal from me?"

But Clayton had been in the basement before and knew what was inside.

His wolf eyes glowed in the corridor, and his nose quickly sniffed to pick up information in the air.

"This house is legally ownerless, and the contents inside certainly belong to the first person to discover it." Clayton told him frankly. This was the first time the lieutenant had said this frankly.

Clayton pressed the table against the basement entrance and ordered Joe, "Go find some nails."

Clayton asked him smelling the smell of blood.

Then everything became logical.

Joe felt that Clayton was a little nervous tonight and was not as decisive as before.

"Then it's not a big deal."

Joe took a breath. He felt that sneaking out to make money tonight was really an unwise choice:

"There are many reasons, but the explanation is very complicated."

They went down from the second floor. The journey this time was very different from the last time he came. All the doors he opened last time were closed again, recreating a prison-like atmosphere. The strong smell of blood filled the room strangely.

, it seems that someone has set invisible restrictions on the doors and windows.

"Who are you to say such shameless things?"

"No, this is something I just discovered."

Joe's eyes switched back and forth between him and the table before he put away his gun and ran to find the family warehouse here. Then the sound in the basement made him stop again.

"what happened again?"

Fifty pounds is indeed enough to buy a life in some areas.

"Joe, how much can you pay for money?"

"I am a colonial warrior of the kingdom."

Clayton chased him away.

"The ghost is gone."

"Then let's continue." Joe said: "I have just discovered in the past two days that a man who has no money is no different than a man who is dead."

"I've heard that this place seems to be a haunted house." Joe looked at this area of ​​dilapidated houses and suddenly remembered that when he was still in Sasha City many years ago, he heard that some houses here could eat people.

The person below was silent for a moment: "What do you want to know?"

The walls of this house were dug out by Haun's rats, and the vibrations were amplified many times.

Even if there is still something to eat inside, breathing will definitely become more and more difficult. He can wait a week before opening it.

"Wait, I surrender."

"Don't come out if you don't say anything."

The smell of blood is blowing out from there.

"Don't worry, you will be revived soon."

The vibrations on the ground don't lie.

Joe followed behind with a lantern, not knowing what he was going to do.

As Clayton spoke, he motioned to Joe to stand to the side and shoot any entity that came out with his revolver.

The timely taunt instantly ignited Clayton’s manic desire to fight.

His face was solemn, because he paid more attention to the source of the blood smell and did not investigate other corners. This was his mistake as a commander.

"Come out, I know you're still in there!"

Clayton didn't know what was inside, but he didn't indulge the enemy's ideas.

"You seem to have made a mistake. This is not a place where you can claim occupation by planting your own flag." The people in the basement suddenly became tough. "Your accomplices should have been controlled by now. For the crime of blasphemy, you

I have to die to pay for it."

The silence below lasted longer, and after a long time, there was a sound from below.

Unfortunately, the Holy Grail Society's original purpose of building a basement made them thicken the floor. It would be really difficult to break through violently.

The main entrance to the Holy Grail Club's house is locked, so they can't go through the main entrance this time.

"Anything other than dignity, why do you ask that question?"

"I'm just a homeless man, so there's no need to be so vigilant." The man in the basement emphasized loudly through two layers of wooden boards. His tone was so sincere that it was difficult for people not to believe him.

Clayton said something that Joe couldn't understand, and then led him quickly to the entrance of the basement.

"Did you say the opposite?"

He was certain that it was not the smell from the placenta. This smell of blood did not increase his appetite, but reminded him of a specific person - the young officer of the Salvation Army who stood on a high platform and gave a speech.

Not long after he took Hao En away, someone came to see him.

The thing inside refused to reply, so he sealed the entrance completely.

If an ordinary homeless man had seen that huge squirming piece of meat, he would have been pissed off by now.

Just after he shouted inside, the shuffling sound suddenly disappeared, but no one answered.

"Damn it, don't be there."

But this may not be a big gain, just like that harpy doesn't know anything, and was even forced to come, but she is also one of the special envoys of the Holy Grail Society.

"Suddenly I wasn't in a hurry to come out. It's quite safe down there." The person in the basement said, and he stepped back after hearing the sound.

"Not yet." Joe Mani shook his head.

Joe looked at him: "How do you know?"

"You took refuge with them?"

This haunted rumor should have continued to this day, otherwise the homeless people in the square would have smashed the windows of these unowned houses and broken into them to rest.

This time, Clayton did not choose to take medication to suppress it.

A harsh scratching sound came from the basement, along with a huge thrust.

Joe had never seen this kind of strength in a man of Clayton's stature.
To be continued...