Chapter 54 Unpleasant formal meeting

In fact, there is another thing that Clayton finds suspicious, and that is that Moore knows that he is a Presbyterian.

He had only recently joined the Presbyterian Church and had few contacts.

When I met Moore, he didn't have the green handkerchief on him that could prove his membership status.

Anyone who knows his membership status has either seen him in person or has looked through his files, which are under the control of Galid.

But Galid is a ghost, and that type is considered strange among the cursed.

Ghosts rely on mastering the secrets of living people to improve themselves. The more secrets they know, the more powerful they become. However, their "power" lies in the fact that they cannot interfere, but they will also lose the ability to interfere with others, and telling the secrets of living people will weaken them.

them.

The Holy Grail Society was originally a secret organization.

Clayton planned to observe again to see who was secretly paying attention to him.

The notary office of the General Public Security Bureau is on the first floor.

The notary office is a special place, and the purpose of the work here is to show fairness.

Record the amount of property of both parties for the married parties so that they can be properly divided in the event of divorce. Record the inheritance of a young child who lost his parents unexpectedly to prevent the new guardian from secretly spending money before fulfilling his duties. Determine the damages for those who have received special harm.

, to facilitate insurance companies to make compensation according to the regulations. It also provides services such as custody of IOUs and testimony.

He didn't shy away from this, but Julius quickly lost interest in the answer.

Even a professional witness cannot bear to face a corpse that will continue to decay every day.

"Barbara." the little woman said, and then added without Clayton reacting: "It's a vampire."

He still remembered Clayton's pounce, because he hadn't had time to cast the spell, and he was still worried about the outcome of the victory or defeat.

Lieutenant Charles of the Salvation Army is no exception.

"He never came."

Clayton swore he just wanted to ask her name and had forgotten that people who take sedatives can become unconscious.

The skin of the corpse is no different from that of people who died in this season. It is still tight on the flesh, and there is still a bit of red underneath. This can easily make people think that this is a healthy blood color, and thus misjudge that it is "still alive".

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People who die when the weather is cold are like this. There is no visible rot on the surface, but it slowly dries up.

Clayton's nose twitched: "Madam, do you use Silito or Ori?"

Julius put his hands in his coat full of pockets and didn't really want to answer his question, but he was the first to speak under Clayton's stern gaze.

"You have to check it every time you send someone out?"

Opposite them were two people, an old man and a young man. The old man had a Mediterranean hairstyle, a hooked nose, and deep wrinkles. The young man was ordinary and had no features. He was wearing a black priest's robe, but he gave people a ruthless look.

I was holding the cross pendant on my chest and praying silently.

Clayton remembered that he found Charles' head in the basement of the Notre Dame ruins, which meant that the body should have no head.

The staff urged him, hoping that the body would be removed from the workplace as soon as possible.

"Thank God, they are all here! Take the body away quickly!"

"Have you ever been here before in Galilee?" he asked the clerk.

What's unusual is its head.

Only psychopaths who think they are vampires are in line with common sense.

If it was still full, it might still be a spider priest in disguise, but now

There's definitely not much that can be put into a torn pocket.

At the end of the war, his spirit became sensitive and fragile due to the torture, and he took a lot of medicine for this.

Clayton was fortunate to still have Marietta. She and Galeed were close, and they had seen a lot of strange things. Some issues involving the supernatural did not need to be kept secretive.

Clayton walked to the body, knelt down and lifted up the white cloth. The scene underneath was a little different than his experience.

Sitting next to them were two helpers in short shirts. When they heard that everyone had gathered, they immediately squatted down to lift the body.

But he had just come out of the archives room, and he was sure that those two people did not have time to answer questions now, so he turned his attention to his three new subordinates.

The body was tampered with before it was sent to the notary office, so there was no need to fight for an autopsy.

The air suddenly became silent.

She answered Clayton vaguely: "I didn't look."

"Yes."

Clayton did show him the real head of Lieutenant Charles, but he never once looked at the body of Charles that was supposed to be headless at the notary office, and no one else knew where they had taken the real head.

, which leads to the fact that no one has discovered that Charles here should not have a second head.

The three people I saw at the Pulitzer Mansion some time ago were supposed to be sitting on the bench, but now they all stood up, looking confused.

But at this moment, there was clearly the head of Lieutenant Charles on the corpse, but the mouth and nose were crooked, the muscles on the outside looked like melted wax, and the inside was deformed as if there were no bones.

The clerk asked back: "Gelide from the archives?"

Although Galid is an important member of the Presbyterian Church who has been installed in the General Security Bureau, his responsibilities do not include this. He is only responsible for helping dark people conceal their identities and criminal records, and occasionally helping to contact the elders.

"What are you talking about?" Julius asked, tilting his ears.

The clerk at the door saw Clayton and asked him why he was here. After receiving a positive reply, he was as excited as if he had been given a second life. He rushed to the backstage, and Clayton could clearly hear him yelling at his colleague.

call.

Clayton raised his hand to stop them: "Wait a minute, I have to check the body again."

"The body cannot be transported yet. I have some questions to ask the original administrator. As for you, please introduce yourselves to me now."

"I want to check it at least once," Clayton told the notary office clerks, his eyes silencing them.

The strange cursed man wrapped himself in a pure white coat, hat, glasses and mask, and his answers were short and brisk.

The woman's eyes finally regained some color, and she was slightly surprised: "Silito, the doctor recommends this."

Only then did Barbara realize that this seemed like something she shouldn't say, and she reached out to cover her mouth.

He pointed to the corpse and asked the clerk at the notary office.

Clayton sighed, he knew it.

"Then I recommend Ori. My experience is that although its effects are not that fast, its benefits are not that exciting and it can make people gradually get better."

Not only Clayton, but also the Cursed Man and Julius were stunned and looked at her blankly.

The staff here are all capable professional witnesses. Even if the reputation of the Sheriff has reached its lowest point, the impression they leave on the outside world is that they are morally sound and of high character.

Clayton covered the body with white cloth again and stood up: "Okay, let's get down to business. Will you keep this body under your guard?"

"Has its face been like this before?"

Clayton took off his hat, rubbed his hair and put it back on. He walked to the door and looked inside, and saw a body covered with white cloth and lying on a stretcher.

The staff, who were attracted by Barbara's serious look and weird behavior at first, suddenly woke up and burst into laughter when they heard Clayton's words.

"That's right."

Although the weather is cold now, the corpse already has some smell.

A staff member nodded: "Of course, we watched it slowly become like this. It was really unbearable, so we covered it with a white cloth."

Clayton then looked at the three men assigned to him by Gronje: "Is it also like this when you came?"

The helper walked away a few steps to let him get closer.

Clayton's heart was in turmoil, but in reality he just nodded: "Very good, Mrs. Barbara, remember to take the medicine and increase the dose when you go back."

The cursed person gave a negative answer: "No, we just came today."

Also, how could there be vampires in the world?

Therefore, both the church and the military agreed to leave the body at the notary office to prevent anyone from secretly tampering with the body.

"Tranquilizer," Clayton said.

The clerk spoke a series of unknown names, among which was Marietta.

The beautiful Semitic woman I had seen in the waiting room was still wearing the same dress as that time. She was still biting her thumb. The blood stains on it were caked and then leaked out new ones. Her eyes were no longer greedy, except for the dense bloodshot eyes.

There is only emptiness and pain, and it looks very pitiful.

This is a public place, and there are outsiders here.

"I don't know, maybe."

"Then who was responsible for guarding the body before?"

But it was bizarre to have a mentally ill woman as the Sheriff, and they thought Marietta was unique.

The old man and the young man sent by the church did not smile. They looked at the people in the Presbyterian Church indifferently.

"Folundin," said the Cursed One.

"Julius."
Chapter completed!