Chapter 271: Broken Trace

Barbara was lying on the floor.

Barbara was lying in a pool of blood.

Barbara was lying under the body.

The pool of blood on the ground gradually shrank under her and was absorbed by the skin of the first generation vampire.

She pushed away the body on top of her, and the dead body rolled to one side. It was wearing a simple long dress. In the parts not covered by the clothes, there were a few age spots on the gray skin wrinkled by blood loss. The dead body's dry hair blended with the dust on the ground without any sense of disobedience, as if it was born to lie here.

Barbara stood up, dusted herself off, and put on the apron of the owner of the house.

It was time to deal with the body.

A hammer is a very basic labor tool, so of course the jeweler's home also has one.

Barbara found a hammer on the workbench, used it to smash the body on the ground, and then skillfully threw the fragments into the fireplace to burn.

Julius criticized her last time, and she thought about it for a while and finally came up with this solution.

The corpse whose life essence was sucked dry lacked elasticity and moisture, and the bones became brittle. These fragments were just like dried firewood, and were easily burned into indistinguishable ash by the flames in the fireplace.

Clayton Bello didn't like people shooting their relatives with guns, and he didn't want anyone to insist on trouble with Father Louis, so he asked her to deal with this matter.

She agreed to Mr. Bello's request without hesitation.

Barbara also liked Donna, and doing this could fill her appetite.

The fireplace crackled, and Barbara sat next to it, occasionally using tongs to crush the large solid pieces that rolled out, and then stuffed them back with her bare hands.

This pile of ashes is called Jane.

They may have chatted when they were young, but Barbara didn't remember what kind of person this was. Because of her unique beauty, she was not very popular with other girls in the town when she was a child, so she didn't have to worry about accidentally eating her friends.

When all the bodies turned to ash, Barbara took off her apron and threw it on the chair, then calmly left from the main entrance on the first floor.

No one would know that she had just killed someone.

The weather outside was very good, with no clouds in the sky, and the blue sky made people feel calm.

Until two abrupt black spots cut through the curtain.

Barbara stopped on the street and saw a little tit flying over her head, followed by a falcon.

Birds, like fish, will swallow food without hesitation as long as it can fit in their mouths, even if it is a creature that looks similar to themselves, so this is not uncommon.

Barbara had just finished her meal, and her heart was touched by this enduring phenomenon in nature.

The falcon was a veteran warrior who easily shot down his target.

It landed right on the street, in front of Barbara. She shouldn't have interfered with this honorable hunt, but she couldn't help but be indifferent to the note tied to the tit's claws - it was really strange.

She reached out to drive the falcon away, then bent down to pick up the titmouse on the ground, untied the note from its body and read it.

There were some complex words written on the note. Barbara had not learned these words yet, so she didn't know what it said. There was only one name she recognized in the whole text.

"Julius?"

She looked up in confusion, looking at the falcon still hovering.

Clayton was very unhappy, but he didn't feel very hungry.

The hand of glory had not been digested after it fell into his stomach. He felt his stomach was heavy, but it also offset some of the hunger. He began to consider whether to spit it out after returning and replace it with some indigestible things such as candles or stones.

He would not do this now. He needed a little good luck to help himself.

The new representative of the hunters had a big party with friends and brothers at home. They were all drunk, but they could still remember Clayton Bello when they saw him.

"Take it! Take it all!" He shouted to Clayton, and the people around him also echoed drunkenly.

The air was filled with the aroma of tobacco, and with the light green patterned wallpaper in the hall, Clayton had the illusion of being in a burning forest.

Then a man with a flushed face raised his glass: "To Mayor Jeffrey!"

"To Old Schmidt!" The man next to him also shouted.

"To me!"

"To Louis too!" The person who said this suddenly felt a little unconfident, and the voice behind him became quieter.

"To Mr. Belleau's whistle!"

"To the warriors who died on the hillside!"

These people kept toasting and toasting, and they kept getting themselves and others drunk in various ways. Although they were still believers, the events of the past two weeks had made them dizzy and forgot that it was still Lent and believers should not drink.

Amid their congratulations, Clayton only took a rifle and some gunpowder bullets and left.

After leaving the hunters' banquet, he turned and walked towards the house of jeweler Lawrence.

The last time he went there, the host entertained him, but this time there would never be such a thing again.

There was only Barbara here.

Clayton walked into the house quickly and closed the door. Barbara was waiting in the hall.

"Jane has already dealt with it, and I just found this." She showed him a note.

Clayton took the note, took a look, and his expression froze immediately. The content on it was clearly a letter of help that he asked Julius to write to the Presbyterian Church before he left.

"How did you get it?"

Barbara pointed to the door: "A titmouse carried it, and then was caught up and killed by a falcon. The body is outside."

Clayton did see a dead bird before entering the door, but it was half eaten, and his face became uglier.

It is normal for carnivorous falcons to prey on other birds, but he didn't believe that this would happen at this time. The result of the messenger being killed by the falcon reminded Clayton of Mary Etta who was still lying in bed.

He said nothing and folded the letters and put them away.

"Wait until the sun sets, and we will go to kill Chude Osmar and his servants."

Barbara was not surprised, she was only worried about one thing.

"Mr. Julius said they are also extraordinary people. Maybe the battle will not end soon. What if we are discovered by others while fighting outside?"

"You wear Lawrence's wife's clothes, put ashes on your hair and face, and don't let others recognize you."

"What about you?"

"If I am recognized, I will tell the locals that Jane is a witch and that I am controlled by her mind. As long as you can hide before your true identity is discovered, I will be fine."

When saying this, Clayton suddenly felt as if an old thorn pricked him, but there was no consequence.

Barbara took his advice, went upstairs to change clothes, and then went down to the fireplace to smear the ashes of the original owner of the clothes on her face and hair to ensure that passers-by who were unfortunate enough to pass by at night could only see Jane.

They waited for a quarter of an hour, and at about half past four, the sun began to set.

The half-melted snow on the roofs and streets due to the celebrations re-frozen and iced, and this phenomenon caused pedestrians to fall more frequently on the road.

Because the weather was getting colder and colder, the two Darkborn noticed that almost no one was willing to go out tonight. Most people were unwilling to go out again after entering the house. This was just their opportunity.

Clayton immediately opened the door and left, and walked towards the doctor's residence with Barbara.

In the cold wind, he whispered to Barbara again: "Remember, knock out the doctor and his wife first. But if you think that the interference with the doctor and his wife may be noticed by the master and servant, then give up the action. If you hear gunshots outside and smell blood in the room, then go in and kill the bleeding creature, I will be there later."

"What if Chude Osmar is not here?" Barbara asked.

This is not impossible. Osmar sometimes leaves the residence for a walk, but they can't find him.

"Then start with the fat man. Find an empty room and make a gesture to the window. I will see it."

After Clayton finished speaking, he waved his hand to drive her away. He did not explain to her why he stayed here, because Barbara would follow the order without knowing the reason for their separation.

She was really obedient.

Watching the vampire drifting towards the back door of the private clinic, Clayton first threw the rifle onto the roof, then took two steps, stepped on the wall and hooked the roof with his hands, lifted his body onto the roof with his waist, then loaded the rifle and aimed at the second-floor window of the clinic.

When they lived in the same hotel with Chude Osmar before, he had already mastered some of his habits.

Osmar probably liked the feeling of looking down on others from a high place, so he would watch the pedestrians downstairs from the window every night, from after dinner to before going to bed. He had seen him do this several times and would never be wrong, and this was the best time to assassinate.

Even if Osmar went out to play his conspiracy, Quoke would probably be in the room.

Clayton lay on the roof, stretched out his hands to grab some snow to surround himself, with only the barrel of the rifle and a shooting hole penetrating the snow pile.

The locals started eating at about 5:30, and they had to wait for at most two hours.

Lying in the snow pile, Clayton's heart seemed to become cold, and its beating speed began to slow down, making his eyes and hands more stable.

But he didn't wait long, and suddenly saw a window on the second floor of the clinic was pushed open, and Barbara waved to his position.

Clayton didn't understand what she meant.

There were four rooms on this floor, what did she mean by waving?

He suspected that Barbara didn't understand the use of gestures, and Barbara changed her way - she pointed around and shook her head again.

No one in the house?

Clayton stood up, grabbed the rifle and jumped off the roof, and ran towards the clinic.

He broke open the door, and there was no light in the clinic. He ran through every room, but there was no one. Not to mention Chude Osmar and Quoke, even the doctor and his wife and Schmidt were not here.

The werewolf's nose couldn't track them. Clayton judged from the lingering sense of smell that they left here about an hour ago.

And this situation is obviously abnormal. Schmidt has been tortured by the Saviors and is still recovering in the clinic because the equipment and medicine here are the most complete. If the doctor wants to treat him, it is impossible to take him to other places.

There was no doubt that this was Chud Osmar's doing again.

"Can you smell the blood on Schmidt?" Clayton asked Barbara.

The female vampire nodded and rushed out the door with him.

But at this moment, the wind direction began to change, and the wind suddenly became fierce.

It started snowing again. The snow on the ground and rooftops was partially torn apart by the howling wind, rolled up and smashed. Countless ice particles were wrapped in the wind vortex and rolled, forming a huge white wall with a lot of sharp noises in front of the street.

Werewolves and vampires had no way to dodge and were crushed by this "wall".

Clayton felt like countless small hands were squeezing his eyeballs and ear holes, trying to get into his body.

But fortunately, no one took the opportunity to attack them. This storm should not be caused by the power of the extraordinary, but just a manifestation of bad weather. Although the storm did not stop once it started, he quickly overcame this discomfort and opened his eyes in the storm. Everything around him became hazy in the white storm, and he couldn't even see the vampires who were close at hand.

"Barbara, keep tracking!" He raised his voice and shouted.

Then he heard Barbara shouting in panic, and her voice was seriously distorted in the wind:

"Sorry, sir, I can't smell the blood!"