Chapter 152 Getting to the Bottom of Things

Hook detective Ian Lazarus accepted the offer.

He immediately went to work, ignoring the fact that the sun had already set.

"Have you seen this gun?"

"No."

"What about this gentleman?"

"I really can't drink anymore, you can leave it there first, thank you. Ugh!"

He took the broken gun that Clayton gave him and asked every table, even the drunkards. This serious look made Clayton and Julius a little overwhelmed.

Ian's companions went back after dinner. They had to go back to deal with the remaining resources that could be sold on the dead horse's body. The coachman they hired did not belong to the rental company, so he needed direct compensation.

The residents of the town were terrified and shocked about the tragedy of the horse attack.

The beast of Gevo's attack last night was different from the previous one. It only ate the meat equivalent to a sheep, and most of the dead horses remained intact.

This was like a demonstration.

Clayton felt that this was a last resort.

Horses are actually timid animals. If you want to train military horses, you need long-term training to make them unshakable even when they hear gunshots. This "long-term" may even be one-fifth of their service life. But when the horses are in groups and led by the leader, the horses will have the courage to resist the beasts. Perhaps it was their resistance that angered the beast, so it killed all the horses.

He chatted with Pei Lun and tried to dig up the past record of the "beast".

But at this time, the ugly Mr. Chude Osmar came downstairs again. The gentleman, whose clothes were much more gorgeous than his face, stretched out his fingers wrapped in silk gloves and knocked on the counter. This time he didn't say a word, and didn't even mention the "old rules".

But Pei Lun could handle him well. The young man who helped in the kitchen once again carried a large plate full of food and followed Mr. Chude upstairs.

Clayton looked at their backs going upstairs and stroked his beard to think.

Yesterday, he had just arrived and ignored Mr. Chude with the idea of ​​not meddling in other people's business. But today, with an extra helper, he had some leisure to think about this unusual thing.

"Can Mr. Chude eat so much by himself?" he asked Pei Lun.

Such a large tray, with food on it, looks like it will be enough for four or five people. Mr. Chude's body obviously can't handle it, unless he is also a shapeshifter.

Pei Lun added more wine to his glass: "Of course not, he has an attendant, but he doesn't come down often."

Clayton took a sip of wine. The wine in the country tavern was freshly brewed after the autumn harvest this year. The wine in the glass tasted sweet and strong, unlike the old wine in the city with astringency and barrel taste.

"Why not?"

This situation is not very common - if the master is responsible for communicating with outsiders, but the servant does not step out, wouldn't it be the master and servant reversed?

Pei Lun glanced at the stairs nervously, and then looked back at him.

"Don't get me wrong. I asked Mr. Chude's entourage not to come down. That gentleman is fat and big, and his weight and appetite are amazing. If he goes up and down these old stairs several times a day, I'm afraid these wooden boards won't survive the winter. Otherwise, Mr. Chude wouldn't be so angry all the time."

The lieutenant laughed dumbly.

Eating two portions for one person is not an amazing appetite. He hasn't shown his true ability yet, otherwise he will definitely scare Peren.

In this way, their second day in Gevo ended successfully.

Clayton and Julius found a flintlock pistol, which can almost point directly to the murderer.

In rural areas, there is no "Urban Security Ordinance" to restrict people's use of guns, and pistols themselves are not expensive, but usually one gun is enough for a family. This is considered a family heirloom. If the old gun can still fire, no one will buy a new gun unless there are other people in the family who like hunting.

Clayton gave the task of finding the original owner of the gun to the detective of Hook, and they themselves - he decided to go to the church to ask on the third day, or ask the elders of the town, whether anyone in the town had disappeared strangely, and they would investigate the identity of the deceased.

Whether Ian Lazarus found the murderer or they found the deceased, as long as one of them was achieved, it would be considered a success.

However, the job of finding the deceased sounds straightforward, but it is not simple.

There are not many crops to be handled in the countryside in winter, but there is a shortage of short-term workers in the city, so winter is also the season for going to the city. If someone in the town is missing, it is difficult to say whether he is dead or working in the city. You have to ask someone to go to the city to find him, or your family members to send a letter to ask, and the two-phase verification can ensure that his life is safe.

Of course, if this ivory pendant is indeed made by Lawrence, a jeweler in the town, then they can get the answer immediately.

But this most pleasant possibility was ruled out by Clayton from the beginning, and he thought he was not so lucky.

After spending the night, they set off to Lawrence's residence under Pei Lun's guidance.

This ordinary-looking bald jeweler welcomed the two guests from the city, let them sit freely in the living room, and asked his wife to make tea for them. When they asked about the origin of the jewelry, he was also frank.

It was indeed made by Lawrence, and it was probably completed in mid-October, but he didn't know who the customer was. His son Danny was responsible for contacting the other party.

As long as there was money, Lawrence didn't mind serving mysterious customers.

Clayton could understand this kind of thing, so he wanted to ask the other party to let the young man named Danny come out.

"If you want to know, I will call him down now. But he has been in a bad temper recently and doesn't want to see outsiders, especially handsome outsiders." Lawrence said this to them, as if he was worried that they would have a conflict later.

"Why is that? We have never offended him." Julius asked him, as if he had already tacitly accepted that he was handsome.

"What else can a young man of this age worry about? Of course it's love! The girl he has always liked was kidnapped by a stranger!"

Lawrence's teasing seemed to be suspected of publicizing family scandals, but if he didn't declare it in advance, if something went wrong later, it would inevitably make everyone unhappy - exposing one's shortcomings is the wisdom of the country people.

Clayton was very used to this, so he laughed with Julius without hesitation.

The old jeweler's son came down soon, and the young man named Danny was much more handsome than they had imagined before. His facial features were obviously the same as Lawrence's, but those ordinary shapes were combined in slightly different positions, making him look smart and capable.

He looked a little sad, but not as much as his father said. Compared with sadness, his face was more confused. A person didn't know what he did wrong to suffer the current result.

After Clayton told him his purpose, Danny showed an embarrassed expression.

"There is nothing to say. We are just the relationship of playing at the same card table. Accepting this order is just a matter of convenience." At this point, Danny showed a puzzled expression and asked them: "Why do you need to know so clearly? Did he commit a crime?"

Clayton and Julius looked at each other and took out the sheriff's silver star badge at the same time.

"To be precise, we are worried that someone has committed a crime against him." The wizard took out the cracked lead bullet from his pocket and showed it to them: "Some traces he left behind make us suspect that he didn't leave this town at all."

Before Danny answered, Lawrence's face suddenly became cold.

"Do you suspect that someone in our town is a robber? What a malicious accusation! How could I open the door to people like you?!"

The two guests were shocked by his attitude. They saw that the old man's kindness disappeared without a trace. He stood up with a roar and was about to punch the two sheriffs on the spot. It was only because his son tried his best to stop them that they were able to leave their home safely and without any injury.

Julius didn't curse it until he stopped a hundred yards away from the house.

When he calmed down a little, Clayton analyzed: "Maybe your wording was not appropriate and made him angry."

Julius, who had just calmed down, was unhappy again. He raised his hands and scratched his long green hair, as if this would help him to sort out all his frustration.

"Can this be my problem? Who knows what taboos these country bumpkins have?!"

He was right. Clayton was also a countryman, but he didn't expect the situation to turn out like this.

If Lawrence reacted so violently to protect the reputation of Gevaux, then his sense of honor was too strong. The love of the country of ordinary nobles could not be compared with his.

"If you had just held down the old man, I don't believe he could beat a werewolf!" The wizard waved his fist enthusiastically, almost asking Clayton to go back with him to fight.

Clayton would not respond to such expectations. He warned Julius: "Don't talk nonsense. If we fight with him, maybe we can't leave this town."

Patno is much larger than Gevaux, but he has also learned about the unspoken rules of small towns.

In a traditional town like this, where even steam mills have not replaced water mills, the residents have lived here for a long time and are related to each other. If you offend one person, you will offend a group. If the foreigner really died at the hands of the locals, then they should act carefully and get enough evidence before exposing it, or quietly kill the person.

The body will disappear in less than a week if it is thrown into the wetland. This is the same for everyone.

Being rejected again, Julius was deflated. He waved his hand violently, indicating that he didn't want to discuss the matter anymore.

"What should we do now? I don't want to continue dealing with these neurotic country bumpkins."

Clayton thought that this wish was impossible to achieve.

"Let's wait here for a while, and when Danny goes out, we will talk to him alone."