Chapter 66 Corpse Mud

Creighton tried to understand Bruno: "You mean a certain board on the stage was replaced?"

"Your understanding is slightly off. To be precise, the stage is missing a piece of wood."

Bruno stood leaning on a long wooden board. He was tall and thin and looked like a twisted letter symbol.

Clayton carefully checked the stage floor, and the results seemed to be different from what the detective said.

"With all due respect, I don't see any vacancies."

"Then you have the same idea as the person who installed the stage." Bruno patted the upright wooden board: "The answer is sometimes so straightforward - the person who hid things under the stage removed all the flooring, and when he installed it back because

The sorting method is wrong, resulting in a piece of wood that cannot be put back together."

Without a piece of wood, the surface gaps of the hollow stage are enlarged and no longer dense, so it is easier to make noise due to extrusion and collision.

Clayton ignored this and almost let go of the clue in front of him.

Bruno squatted down and poked the floor: "It's a pity that we don't have the tools at hand, otherwise we could lift up the floor and inspect it now."

state!

There was a loud noise from behind.

"Bruno, do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked the detective.

According to normal reasoning, they may have obtained some flesh and blood to carve these runes, then asked outsiders to help speed up the repair of the stage, and finally killed him to prevent the news from leaking.

Clayton knew Rosa's scent, Athena had worn "her" to the Tarnished Silver Coin.

Bruno came around, fully curious about those lines.

"I knew this task wasn't that simple."

Unexpectedly, someone was at the door.

Rosa, the real Rosa.

This is dried flesh.

Bruno looked away from his notes: "How could a person grow something like that?"

In front of the store, the copper-plated sign "Rusted Silver Coin" swayed in the wind. The sound was unpleasant, but it made him feel peaceful.

Clayton quickly rested, and it took him about thirty minutes to finally get the wooden boards on the stage surface to no longer block the patterns below.

Since there was no chance to work alone, Clayton no longer wanted to hide his extraordinary power.

Clayton understood what he meant.

As the stage floor was removed, something unusual was gradually revealed under the gap.

Although the flesh and blood has been minced and spices have been used to remove the smell, as long as enough flesh and blood are collected, the original smell can still be restored.

And Cretton hasn't actually dismantled half of the stage yet.

This is what happens when the animal's flesh and blood is cut off and left in a dark place for several weeks until it dries completely.

In the space divided by the overlapping ocher lines, there are seven or eight dried herb bundles and grain ears. They have dissipated all their smells and lie coldly in the grid.

Once the theater fell silent, the rustling sound of Bruno writing on paper became quite harsh.

Coincidentally, Clayton happened to know that another person must have died here.

Clayton knelt down in the recessed area of ​​the stage that had been enlarged enough for a person to lie down straight, dipped his fingers into some painting substance, and looked at them seriously.

Two weird arcs pass through it, forming the ears of a simple Holy Grail pattern.

Since the church no longer cares about folk occult enthusiasts trying to summon demons, just drawing a weird rune obviously does not need to be kept secret, so if the missing homeless man died here, the club dancers would draw the rune method

The raw materials of the array may also come from improper sources and cannot be accepted by the law.

If Clayton had to copy those intertwined lines by himself, it would probably take him two or three hours, on a large piece of drawing paper specially used for painting.

He was holding a roll of newspapers and looking at the antique shop, as if he was deciding whether to wait for the door to open or break in.

His reply to Tritis last month has not yet received a reply, and it is not known whether the woman has received the letter.

Bruno's expression was far from pretty.

"Where do they live?"

On the lower ground, some ocher-colored substances smeared strange patterns, which looked very much like legendary runes.

Even though it had lost its smell, they could still recognize it for what it was.

The detective shuddered, lost his balance and fell forward.

"They must have killed someone." Bruno said that the seriousness of the matter here exceeded his expectation.

He wanted to demolish the top of the stage in one go to prove this, but he wanted to keep his identity as a werewolf a secret for the time being, and the physical strength in human form was not enough to remove all the stage planks at once, so he had to rest for a while before doing it again.

Even Bruno showed a disgusted expression at this time.

"What if it does?"

Bruno lowered his head to paint and replied casually: "I have three brothers and one sister."

He got up and looked back, and saw Clayton holding half of the floorboard. The jagged fracture showed the destroyer's extraordinary brute strength, and there was a newly opened hole on the ground.

Although this round trip takes about two hours, it can save Bruno's fingers and give him the strength to cut off the burnt outer ring of toast when eating tomorrow morning.

He broke the wooden boards with his bare hands and demolished the stage floor.

Clayton sat by the stage to rest and began to think about another thing.

This strange pattern is entirely made of flesh and blood. Due to its complex structure, the exposed part consumes more than a chicken can complete, at least it would take a sheep.

"Give me a backup," Clayton said.

"Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry," he said quietly, "But... it's okay."

Clayton looked at him in surprise and decided not to discuss this topic with him again.

From the back, we can see that the man has long dark green hair and a ponytail, and there are even pockets on the back of his clothes.

"I should have brought my camera," Clayton said.

Hearing what he said, Bruno immediately glared at him with an angry look.

Clayton recognized him. It was Julius.

"It's okay as long as it's not in this city anyway. Why do you ask?"

However, there was a sheriff here who witnessed these things face to face, so that he did not have to consider whether the professional confidentiality agreement would conflict with the moral conscience of concealing the murder case.

It is also Tritis's habit to read letters without replying. If she keeps this habit, she may die one day and still hide it from Clayton for several months.

Those lines seem to not only be attached to the plane, but extend into the air, even if that part is invisible, it can be felt.

Clayton held his chin deeply and fiddled with his beard subconsciously: "If one day you grow a pig's nose, dog ears or something else, will you tell them?"

The "Closed" sign is right on the door, but such signs don't have much of a deterrent effect on people in the dark world.

"I asked for information before coming here, but I didn't hear that there was any news about the closure of business here. There was a homeless man who disappeared nearby last month. And his 'roommate' who lived in a bridge was very sure that he came here, because he

The last time he appeared in front of his roommates, he was showing off that he had picked up a stray club ticket."

During this waiting process, Bruno took out the pen he had prepared and recorded the exposed rune array in his notes.

Wanting to dismantle the stage and finely process the raw meat to draw such a large pattern is not something a group of women can solve in one day. Due to the state of the stage, they will not be able to operate for at least one day.

Then, after some friendly discussion, Clayton decided to go back to the store and bring his camera.

This person's family is not happy.

"good."

"It's no different from now. As long as I don't have to lie in bed and spend the rest of my life, I will never tell them about me." After saying this firmly, the detective lowered his head to paint again.

The runes left behind by Athena Berlugo were a little more complicated than they first saw.

They are made up of basic geometric shapes, layered on top of each other, and just looking at them makes you dizzy.

He had never heard of anything like it.

Clayton hurriedly hurriedly and finally returned to Lemon Street.

Clayton took a breath. If this was a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence. His plan to come back to get the camera was decided after a temporary discussion with Bruno. How could he be here waiting for him in advance?

"How did you know I would be back here at this time?" he asked Julius as he approached, his hand covertly brushing towards the handle of the revolver at his waist.

Julius turned back, impatience written all over his face.

"It's you, Werewolf. It's really a coincidence that we can meet each other during off-duty hours, but don't be too naive. I came to this street to find a 'tree'." He looked up at the second-floor window of the shop, with a solemn expression on his face: "Divination

The crystal shows that the 'tree' is here."

Clayton couldn't help but fell into deep thought when he saw that the newspaper he took contained the photo he provided.
Chapter completed!