Dislike the poor and love the rich

To be honest, although Clayton is not a religious person, he still plans to send his body to the church cemetery after his death.

Because that's what most decent people choose.

But the management method of Wandering Street Church made it impossible for him to trust him anymore.

If a cemetery manager allows his dog to urinate on a tombstone, then there is no trustworthy person in the world.

"How could such a thing happen?! We never knew William did this. It seems that it has always been an evil creature." The divine servant was embarrassed, but fortunately no one would contradict him, and he could still shirk part of the responsibility from the dog.

On the body.

It was too late for him to defend himself, and Clayton's attitude towards them could no longer be reversed.

"The scent tracking method is no longer useful. I want to know what abnormalities this dog has been exposed to before."

"Abnormal." The divine servant said thoughtfully: "Maybe we should check the body again. William has always been very picky. It was like this before."

They turned back again, back to the open tombs.

For the sake of efficiency, the corpses dug out and chewed by William were not stuffed back by the priests.

"Maybe you're right. I remember what these people have in common."

"We can talk about these things later. You come here and help me turn over these tombstones first. I want to see the information of the deceased, or you can bring over any dead names you have."

While the divine servant was introducing these dead people to Clayton, Clayton was also paying attention to the tombstones around him.

"Wait!" Clayton interrupted. The lieutenant couldn't stand this guy anymore. This kind of speech was more like a werewolf than him.

Those heavy stone tombstones were collectively turned over with the written side facing up. Many of the corpses that had been eaten were dragged away from their original positions, and their identities needed to be re-identified. Clayton followed the names recorded on the tombstones.

According to age and age, corpses that meet the attributes not far from it are returned to their original positions. This may not be accurate, but it is enough.

Anyway, the corpses here are anointed with ointment and holy salt before being buried, and adding a little spice is not too much.

Everything other than these four attributes has passed away, and they seem to become purer as the body decays.

The divine attendant's expression was not very good: "Are you asking me to understand that William is still a dog that dislikes poverty and loves wealth? I'm afraid it doesn't have such high intelligence to distinguish between humans."

"Then let me first express my gratitude to you on behalf of the deceased." Clayton said, unable to tell whether he was mocking or not.

"They are all outsiders who came here to look for work, and most of them died in accidents."

Compared with competing with dogs, it is more labor-saving and convenient to directly close the cemetery.

They had work to do and couldn't keep looking at this place, and the dog could dig up the buried body at any time, so temporary corrections were useless.

His eyes swept over the exposed corpses, but found no consistency. Although it was about to enter winter, the corpses would continue to rot, their smells were almost mixed, and only some of the remaining attributes were showing off.

After looking at the nearest tombstone, the Divine Attendant left the spot and moved to another tombstone:

"Anderson, 31 years old, unknown employment, cause of death unknown, but sent by the parish council."

"William is illiterate, he's just a dog. Even if the tombstone has the dates of birth and death engraved on it, he doesn't know how old the person buried here is." At this point, the divine attendant suddenly discovered that there was indeed no grave for the young deceased.

Clayton's conclusion was correct due to the signs of being excavated. He couldn't help but frown and hesitated for a while, then opened his mouth: "It's really like this, strange. We all know that children's flesh is more tender than adults. If I were William, then

I will definitely give priority”

He put his hands on his hips and suddenly his expression changed again.

He pulled out the leg that had sunk into the soil due to excessive force, and patted the soil, feeling a sense of joy in labor.

With the scent ineffective, Clayton had to focus more on the condition of the corpse.

The latter looked at the tombstone at his feet and adjusted his tone to a serious tone.

Some of them were damaged and disemboweled, while others remained largely intact with only minor damage to their clothing.

"Who are the exceptions?"

When it comes to using smell to identify the physical condition of the deceased, Clayton can understand.

Male, female, old, young.

"What is it?"

It is not that there are no children here. Even though winter has not yet arrived, more than three digits of teenagers die every year in various dioceses due to various accidents.

He didn't want to talk about the poisoning in cold terms, so he kept some human warmth.

After about twenty minutes, they finished this step.

The reason why it is said to be a large number is because when some of the deceased were brought in, the people responsible for transporting the corpses were not willing to stay longer to tell the cause of their death, so the blank of the cause of death could not be filled, but the priests could tell by the look of the corpses.

That was definitely not a natural death.

Of course, it is precisely because they are fresh that they seem unbearable at the moment.

The attendant explained: "It dug up a lot of corpses, but not all of them were bitten. It was as if it found the corpses distasteful and didn't touch them again. Now that I think about it, there may be some hidden meaning in it."

The pattern is something we haven't discovered yet. If we can master this pattern, we can sprinkle cocoa powder on the corpse it likes in advance."

The corpses in the southern part of the cemetery are all newly buried corpses, so they are more popular with William in the selection of ingredients.

But what exactly does a dog do to understand the differences between rich and poor humans?

Clayton told the divine attendant his conclusion, and was naturally questioned.

"Elizabeth, who died at the age of 52, worked as a tailor, that's all."

This is obviously closely related to the financial strength of the deceased. Their family members cannot afford to have these words engraved, or the family members of the deceased are simply not around and cannot organize their funerals. The city government can only pay for the placement of their remains.

There are six tombstones commemorating these children here alone, but none of them have been excavated.

"If there are no children, it won't eat children." Clayton concluded.

"A woman died last month, but she was not buried here." The priest recalled: "In fact, she was the first unfortunate person whose body was eaten, but it was just a small bite. We all thought at the time

William is just starving."

"Gray, a 23-year-old female textile factory worker, was swept up into the air by the machine due to a machine malfunction. Her skin and flesh were torn and she bled to death. Her father came here once and hoped to take the body back for a funeral in the church in her hometown, but later due to lack of

Plans were put on hold because of money.”

"Jackson, 37 years old, was a painter. He died just last month. The cause of death was that he fell from the roof and broke his head."

"Oberon has only one name and is missing half of his head. It is said that he stuck his head into the power room because he was curious about how the factory machines operated, but this is just a rumor."

The smell of a man is as easy to distinguish from the smell of a woman as fish and chicken. Even if an old man dies, his bones will be soaked with the strong smell of the old house. A young girl who died unexpectedly still retains a sense of greenness from the growth of buds.

"Reading the information about the 'victim' over there, I want to sort it out," he said to the priest.

He noticed that there was very little information on these tombstones, and no one had left an epitaph on the tombstone.

However, the Divine Attendant overturned this conclusion the next moment. He shook his head and rejected himself: "No, no, no, that's not right either. There are still some exceptions."

The god stopped talking and came over to work.

"You still allow dogs to eat corpses?!" Clayton's wolf eyes widened, his pupils shrank to a point, and he stared at the divine servant sharply.

The young priest waved his hands, unnaturally responding to this power: "It was just an accident, we did not let it eat the corpse. The corpse fell off the stretcher at that time, and William helped us drag it, so

I took a bite. But now, I really can’t tell what that beast was thinking.”

Clayton didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

"Take me there."
Chapter completed!