Chapter 339: No Time to Sit Back

Clayton opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He turned his head to observe the environment and found that he was in a closed bedroom. The sunlight filtered in through the curtains. To the dark descendants, it was actually more friendly than the skylight in Wonderland, but the overall room temperature was much lower than in this country. many.

The surrounding smell felt familiar to Clayton, and he judged that he was at the home of the mayor Jeffrey.

He returned to Gévaux.

But he was the only one here, and Donna, Clara and Louis didn't know where they were.

Clayton was about to get up and go find them. He moved his hands, but felt restrained. When he lowered his head, he discovered a pair of iron handcuffs covering his hands. He subconsciously struggled hard, but only two more red marks appeared on his wrists. Then he remembered that this was not a fairyland, and he could not use the power of the werewolf anytime and anywhere.

The bedroom door was opened, and a stranger walked in and used the key in his hand to unlock Clayton's handcuffs.

"First meeting, Mr. Bello, Mr. Julius introduced you to us. I'm sorry to have you wake up in this state, but this is a necessary defensive measure."

"Defensive measures?"

"We can't be sure that it's you who came back, and it's not necessarily that you look exactly the same. Who knows what is in Wonderland." The stranger took back the keys and handcuffs and stuffed them into his pockets: "However, the inspection has just been completed. Your niece and pets are waiting for you outside.”

Clayton followed him out of the room. There were some strange occult symbols painted on the floor of the corridor outside, and there were burn marks on the edges of the paint.

A young man with dark skin and white hair squatted there to check them. He looked up when he heard the door opening, and then smiled at him.

Although Clayton didn't recognize him, he nodded to him.

There were discussions downstairs, with accents coming from all over, and even foreign languages. These people were definitely not locals. It seemed that the Presbyterian Church’s aid was using this place as a temporary command center.

Adelaide's report was more useful than imagined.

When he was in Wonderland, Clayton just wanted to come back, but after he came back, these strange people suddenly gathered in groups, making him unable to help but think of the promise he had made to the Presbyterian Church, even though he claimed to be fearless , and he couldn't just relax.

The Presbyterian Church would not help him for nothing. He had a hunch that he would be busy next.

Across the corridor, Clayton saw Donna holding Clara and talking to Julius, both of whom had serious expressions.

Seeing Clayton approaching, their expressions softened a little.

Julius put his hands in his coat full of pockets and raised his chin at him: "How did you sleep?"

"My back hurts and the bed they gave me is too small."

"I'm still in the mood to tell jokes. It seems that I'm recovering well." Julius breathed out and turned to look at Donna enviously: "Oh, why can't I go with you? After all these experiences, I You will be able to write a travelogue that will sell well. You must have gained a lot, even Clara has grown hands."

He pointed at Clara with his finger, but the strange thing raised his hand and swatted her away.

"Are Edwards' head and Pan's body still there?" Clayton asked Donna.

It was Julius who answered him: "The human heads and monster corpses are in the church, and our people have cordoned off the area. This matter is more serious than we initially expected. Old Joan Ladd estimates I’m going to have a headache.”

"What's wrong?"

"This matter involves a priest, and people from the church will also come to see it. There will definitely be an interrogation session." The wizard shrugged: "When encountering such a matter, we have to deal with it together. This is a matter between the Presbyterian Church and the local church. private agreement."

Clayton walked to the corridor window and saw several black carriages parked outside the small building, surrounded by carrion-eating vultures.

"Then when can we return to the city?" He only cared about this.

"You can leave now. They can only interrogate our people on our territory." Julius said.

The Presbyterian Church's reinforcements brought four carriages. It would not be a problem to take them all away. More Presbyterian Church members would definitely come over in carriages and horses. According to the procedure, they would dismember Pan's body and dismember it as quickly as possible. Bring the secret back to Sasha City.

Because the church was sealed off, the locals would not even know that such a body had been parked in their church, and of course the church people would not discover it either.

"Don't worry, no one will ask you questions for now. These new guys only care about how to open the door to fairyland. It's enough to ask Chud Osmar." The wizard winked at the werewolf. : "You tortured him hard enough."

"That's his own problem, he shouldn't mess with us." Clayton said, "Where's Padre Lewis?" he asked again.

"Looking more pious than before, what do you expect me to say?" The green-haired man saw the black-haired face and hurriedly changed his words: "Okay, just kidding, he is very good, Adelaide knows him, at least our people I won’t embarrass him.”

"But the church people can't tell for sure." He still did not forget to predict the worst outcome.

Clayton nodded and asked no more questions. He walked past the wizard and headed straight for the stairs, his steps becoming more brisk, and Donna followed.

Julius followed Bello's uncle and nephew, and when Clayton walked down the steps, he said: "If you want to get your luggage, they are in the living room on the first floor. I asked Jeffrey's old servant Bring them over."

Clayton was stunned for a moment and turned around.

"What's wrong with Barbara?"

"You react so quickly," the wizard praised, but Donna looked uneasy next to him, which made Clayton frown.

"The day after you disappeared, four of the people she attacked died of their injuries. I and others originally wanted her to be moved away before the church people came, but she was unwilling to leave. Because Perot The life force was sucked out of Osmar during the ceremony, and now he is dying. She feels that he cannot bear the bumps on the road, so she insists on staying with him here, and closes the door and window to prevent others from entering. Mary, who has just been able to speak, ·Atta was kicked out, and only that boy Lazarus stayed with her. "

Barbara killed four innocent people in the street, but Clayton didn't expect that the Presbyterian Church would still be willing to protect her.

He had decided not to deal with this dangerous and out-of-control woman, but after all, she had helped him, never shied away when he asked for help, and had taken them in for a while. He couldn't help but miss her. .

Thinking of this, Clayton glanced at Donna, who was rarely silent.

She had received the news from Julius before, and the original relaxation of returning to the world was swept away.

This was not a fairyland, people died after being seriously injured, and she couldn't turn a blind eye to this crime because of her friendship with Barbara. But it was also difficult for her to accept later news of Barbara's execution or Perot's death.

"I'll go talk to her, you guys stay here." Clayton walked towards the door and reached out to the coat rack out of habit, but there were too many hats on them and they looked very similar. He was stunned, took back his hand, and went out with his head bare.

Gervaux is a strange town to the werewolf, but Barbara's house was his previous safe house, and now he already knows the route in his heart.

This is an old, but small building full of life.

Creighton stood in front of Barbara's house and knocked on the door, but no one responded.

He turned his head and looked, walked to the hidden side of the house, jumped up and hooked up to the window sill on the second floor, then used his strength to lift his body, then opened the window and nimbly got in.

The house was quiet, not a sound of breathing.

But Clayton knew where Barbara would be. He walked straight to the closed bedroom door and turned the doorknob. The poorly maintained door shaft made a harsh squeaking sound as it turned.

On the large large bed, Barbara's clothes were still on, and she was lying in the middle of the bed with her skinny husband in her arms. Her head was buried in Perot's chest, and the blond hair on her head covered his neck. They both closed their eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

There was a smell of burning wood in the room, but the brazier had been out for a long time, and the room temperature was as cold as the temperature outside.

Clayton stood a foot away from the end of the bed and carefully looked at the seemingly mismatched couple, but the usually sensitive vampire was unaware of it and was still asleep, with blood on his face.

The lieutenant's face turned solemn. Vampires' bodies are dead. They can't taste food, nor can they feel cold, heat, or pain. They can't sleep peacefully. Only when they drink enough warm blood can they reactivate their sensory organs. , but at this moment Barbara clearly fell into a deep sleep.

What did she suck blood from?

Thinking of Lazarus' experience, Clayton had a guess - she exchanged part of her blood with Perot.

The woman tried the transformation ritual again.

"Ma'am." He called in a deep voice.

Barbara's eyelashes fluttered and she opened her confused eyes. Then she remembered something. Her eyes suddenly became clear but panicked. She sat up suddenly, turned over and threw herself on her husband to check his physical condition. Ignoring Clayton's presence.

When Barbara stood up, the lieutenant finally saw the teeth marks on Perot's neck.

After a while, she slumped down in despair, the corpse beneath her motionless.

"It didn't work out."

Creighton didn't know what was wrong with her operation and could only remain silent and listen.

"He must be too weak, so he can't transform. I should have killed him earlier! Ah - it's better to kill him when he said 'Don't do this', when he still has the strength, can Is that what you think of bearing my blood, Mr. Bello?"

Barbara murmured lowly and sadly, and at the end, her head suddenly turned to the other side, looking for Clayton's opinion hopefully.

"I think so," Clayton said sincerely.

Although this jealous old man sometimes made him feel troublesome, in any case, Perot had done his best to treat outsiders like them as landlords, and there was nothing worthy of criticism.

He also felt sorry for Perot's death.

"Take his body and let's go back to the city to arrange a decent burial for him. Where is Ian Lazarus? Let him come and help."

The female vampire shook her head and lay down calmly next to her husband.

"I asked him to go back first, you can go back too."

Clayton looked at the bedside table, where there was a letter box.

"I heard you have some kids," he continued trying to persuade.

But Barbara didn't respond. She didn't seem to hear anything. She stared at the pure white ceiling with her dark red eyes, while the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was actually smiling. She didn't know what she saw.

There was a long silence.

Clayton rolled up his sleeves and decided to return the favor in his own way.

More and more black animal hair poked out from the back of his hands.

"Why did you come back with the box containing the confused detective? Isn't it dirty?" Julius asked.

Clayton threw the box to the ground with a heavy sound, and blood seeped out from the cracks in the box. Donna stared at the flowing liquid anxiously without saying a word.

"Don't be so nagging, find someone to load Mr. Perrot's body onto the carriage, and call Seranie, we're going back to the city now."