Chapter 208: Thirst for Blood

After spending some time eating, Clayton went out. At dusk, he walked into the house of the old hunter Schmidt for the second time.

There was no difference between here and the last time he came. Many furnishings were still in their places, and there was no sign of outsiders breaking in.

There were other hunter apprentices in the house, but only one, who was obviously not waiting for them, but for Schmidt. He did not stay after seeing Hyde and Clayton arrive. He said a few words to Hyde and left.

Schmidt was gone, but the patrol from dusk to night had to continue. These apprentices received supplies from the villagers during the time when hunting was stopped, and they were obliged to guard against the next attack of the monster.

When there were only two people left in the house, Clayton combed the smell here more deeply.

Hyde and other apprentices had the key to Schmidt's house because they often cooperated in work, but except for their own apprentices, this place was not open to everyone else, including women. Clayton did not see any female products in his house, and there was no residual smell of perfume.

He is still unmarried in his fifties and sixties, which is one of the reasons why Clayton is unwilling to bring Donna to communicate with him more.

A man of such an old age still lives alone and has no lovers. If this is not a physical problem, then his psychology is probably different from that of ordinary people.

"Have you found any clues?" Hyde asked.

Clayton pretended to reach out and move the wine bottles and knives on the table, pretending that he was really checking here in a detective way.

"Nothing special, everything is normal, no blood, no bullet holes, he should have walked out of the room by himself."

The werewolf's nostrils twitched, distinguishing the smell in the house. Fortunately, no one has smoked here recently, so the smell here is still clear and will not be covered by a stronger smell.

"Did anyone see anyone visiting this room during the day?"

"No, we asked people nearby." Hyde sighed.

Schmidt disappeared too completely, and his intuition made him and other apprentices worried.

Seeing his worried look, Clayton paused, turned around and passed by him, and walked towards the stairs.

"Then let's go, let's go find your teacher's 'helper in the city'."

Hyde watched the antique dealer turn back, and he had to follow him, but he still couldn't figure out his intentions: "I also asked those people, they said they had never seen the teacher, and because of some concerns before, they never took the initiative to visit the teacher, and it was always Teacher Schmidt who went to find them."

Clayton put on his hat and opened the door. The cold wind came in from outside. He looked back at Hyde with a very determined expression on his face.

"That means they lied."

The former warrant officer and now the new tomb robber-Winston Jean Stewart has been here.

Since there are no new visitors, this one is the most suspicious.

Both Clayton and Hyde knew where the gang of tomb robbers lived, and they went directly to visit according to the address.

However, they were a step late, and there was no one in the house.

After knocking on the door, the tomb robbers' temporary landlord came out to greet them. He was very surprised to see the new visitors. Clayton had appeared in many public occasions before, and he was one of the most well-known outsiders this month. The reason why he was one of them was because there was a pair of ugly master and servant in the town.

"Do you want to rent this place? I guarantee that it is much safer than the hotel. Little Pei Lun is a good guy, but his self-defense equipment is only a sword, and no one can protect him. I have two shotguns here."

"No, thank you."

Clayton rejected him directly: "Where are the two men who lived here before?"

"They left in the afternoon, maybe." The landlord was a little confused when he said this, and the sentence stopped.

When the two men left, they took all the luggage with them, and it seemed that they were leaving Revo, but there seemed to be no other horses or donkeys in the town except for the mounts of the new gunmen. Where can they go with just two legs?

Clayton understood everything just by looking at his appearance.

"Did anyone come here to look for them before they left?"

"It was Pei Lun's new tenants, the ones who live next to you."

"Did you hear what they said?"

The landlord shook his head: "How could I dare to get close? They don't look easy to mess with. Who knows if they are gang members?"

This is strange. Clayton couldn't imagine why the Saviors would look for grave robbers. They should have left early. Did someone recognize Winston? That guy served in different places with him before, maybe he knew him in the Saviors.

The Saviors visited Winston, and then Winston asked Schmidt to leave, and then Schmidt disappeared - there may not be a connection between these steps. Although Clayton was suspicious, there was no evidence to prove that the Saviors were related to Schmidt's disappearance.

Because no matter from which point of view, there is no reason for Schmidt and the Saviors to intersect.

The Salvation Army wanted to leave Gevo as soon as possible, and communicating with Schmidt was a complete waste of time. Schmidt wanted to dig for treasure secretly, so of course he couldn't try to establish a cooperative relationship with the Salvation Army. There were too many outsiders, and they were armed. Even if Schmidt had the local advantage, he couldn't completely subdue them. After digging out the treasure, he had to give up more benefits, which he couldn't accept.

So where did this old man go?

Ian Lazarus crawled on the river bank, his head submerged in the water, and used all his strength to suck the flowing clear liquid into his mouth.

His clothes were stained by mud, and the original color could not be seen.

His neatly groomed blond hair was now scattered in a mess, but he had no time to tidy up his appearance. Suppressing the fire in his body was his top priority now.

It took him twenty seconds to pull his head out of the water. His eyes were confused, but he did not breathe violently because of holding his breath before. He was frighteningly calm - as if he no longer needed to breathe.

However, he did not realize this yet, and buried his head in the water again after just a few seconds.

Not enough, still not enough.

No matter how much water he drank, he could not calm the thirst deep in his throat, as if there was a ball of fire burning there, and every drop of water he drank was evaporated before it passed through the esophagus. His body was drying up inch by inch because of this strange phenomenon. Even if he drank a lot of cold river water, it could only extinguish the flame for a few moments.

After just a few seconds, he had to bury his head again and moisten his throat with river water to relieve the twisted hunger and thirst.

As he sipped more vigorously, some transparent water droplets seeped out from his skin, making the already dirty clothes wet and sticky, and the volume of those water droplets was probably consistent with the water he drank.

He was no longer allowed to use drinking water to sustain his body.

When Ian realized this, he endured the pain and left the river. He couldn't waste time here.

But at the same time, he didn't remember what he was going to do. What were the things he needed to complete immediately and couldn't delay here?

Go back to the nearby town?

Ian didn't know if this was his original goal, because his memory was fragmented, and the information he thought of every moment was reversed and repeated. He couldn't tell when these memories were created, but this idea was deeply rooted. It seemed that he had made the decision not long ago.

In addition, he didn't remember why he was in the forest. His throat was also terribly dry and his stomach was very hungry.

"Am I sick?" he asked himself. These symptoms seemed like he had some serious fever.

The discomfort reminded him of some past illnesses, but when those happened, he was lying on his bed without exception, or at least indoors, not in a forest.

He had the idea of ​​going back to the river to check his appearance with the water, but he quickly suppressed it.

Ian gave up thinking. He walked on the forest path and kept walking along the traces of human beings. He believed that he would definitely reach the end and find his companions.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped again and held on to the tree next to him to rest.

Although he said he was resting, he did not feel that the stop helped him recover his strength. His instinct told him that this body did not need to rest at the moment, but that it was missing something in its body. As long as he found what his body lacked, he could regain his energy.

"Is it food?"

Ian couldn't help touching the corner of his mouth. The skin there was cracked and had a rough feel.

At the same time, the endless thirst made him look at the sparkling river again. After all, he could not resist the temptation and his legs started moving again.

Ian returned to the river and lay down, holding a mouthful of water in his mouth.

This posture made his face parallel to the water surface, just right to check his complexion. He looked into the water, but his reflection was particularly blurry in the shaking water light. He waited for a while, but his reflection in the water did not become clear, so he had to stand up disappointedly and return to the forest path.

He could no longer remember when he woke up. It seemed to be a long time ago, at least a few hours later, but his vision kept seeing red and yellow light, as if time had frozen at dusk.

However, as he continued his journey, the sky gradually darkened.

Ian could no longer see anything, but he could still inexplicably feel the changes in the surrounding environment, a tree, a stone, and an ups and downs. He could distinguish these obstacles without his eyes, and bypass or cross them neatly, but his mind was still groggy, far less agile than his body movements.

Some subtle lights were moving quickly in the sky, they were flashing, but Ian knew they were not stars.

As the light spots passed by, Ian heard the sound of birds singing.

He didn't know what was going on, but he instinctively licked his lips, and a thought flashed through his mind: "It would be great if I could shoot a bird to eat, and maybe I would have to make a fire to warm it up, but if this step is missing, maybe I can fill my stomach faster."

As this idea was born, he touched his chest, and the guns that were more familiar than the memory fragments immediately made him feel at ease.

He held the gun handles at the position in his memory and took the two pistols off the straps on his chest, but the light spots quickly scattered, and a heavy, chaotic sound came from the opposite side of the road, scaring away the little creatures.

Ian saw two huge red lights floating from the end of his vision, warm and moving.

"What is that?" He thought blankly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down once.

He had never heard of such a scene, but the red light exuded a fragrance that stimulated his appetite in a more intense way, more tempting than the light spots in the sky, perhaps it was a new kind of food.

The red light stopped in front of him, and he heard some vague sounds, which seemed to be questions or requests, but he couldn't hear them more clearly, just like he was still underwater and someone was talking to him on the shore.

But how could this be a person? How could a person look like this?

Ian was stunned. He wanted to think further, but a burst of heat surged in his body, urging him to attack.

He was really hungry and thirsty, and he had to find a way to satisfy himself. Thinking was a drag on this hunting opportunity, so Ian stopped thinking and raised his gun towards the two red lights, but the gunshot came faster than he expected.