Chapter 180 Fear of the Law

Clayton was temporarily freed from suspicion, but he was not happy.

In order to delay the discovery of the body, they hid the body well. If it was still found and processed again, it could only mean that their murder process was completely seen by some existence.

His real conclusion was the same as that of Detective Hook. The guy who destroyed the body of the trainer must have had an enemy with the deceased before his death, otherwise he would not have done such a thing.

Could the destroyer be the one with the evil eye?

The people around him no longer paid attention to the body itself. They began to discuss the follow-up of the body treatment, such as how to use this incident to warn children who did not go home after dark after reporting to the elders and priests.

Clayton had the idea of ​​exploration again at this moment. He squatted down beside the body again and checked the body for the second time.

During the first inspection, he spent more energy on weaving lies because he was always trying to clear himself of suspicion. He did not put much energy into his work. This time, he found something strange.

The left and right parts of the body were pierced by iron bars, and a round iron sheet was inserted into the chest of the body.

This scene is indeed incomprehensible at first glance, but if these external objects are stripped from the body, arranged one by one, and placed neatly on the ground, then their images will be very clear.

These iron bars and round pieces can be put together to form an iron cage.

Clayton counted the number of iron bars on the body with his fingers. There were a total of 26, and the length and thickness were in line with the specifications of a general iron cage. He pulled the round iron piece out of the chest of the corpse and even saw familiar marks.

After killing the trainer, he also ate his leopard, which was locked in this cage at the time.

In order to avoid being dragged out by the werewolf, the poor animal left many white toe nail marks on the rusty red base of the cage.

Now these marks are still there, not a single one is different - this round iron piece is the base of the cage.

This means that the person who destroyed the body not only went a long way to find the trainer's body, but also brought the cage out of the circus tent next to the town before that.

Using the cage that holds the beast to hurt the trainer seems to be a ritual of revenge.

Clayton was going to share this with his companions. When he turned around and found his own people, he saw the jeweler's son Danny whispering to Barbara.

Noticing Clayton coming, Danny seemed a little unnatural, but still greeted him.

"I didn't know you were a sheriff." His tone was a little more flattering.

Clayton answered him: "I was only a sheriff when I was in Sasha City, and here, I'm just a treasure recycler, so it doesn't matter if I don't say this identity."

Danny smiled stiffly.

This answer was really full of loopholes, because if Clayton didn't plan to come to Gevo as a sheriff, he wouldn't have to ask the jeweler about the origin of the necklace.

Clayton noticed his shrinking, as if the defender of the law would remind him of bad things, so he deliberately asked: "I think you didn't commit a crime?"

The jeweler's son seemed to have been poked in the heart, he was vague, dealt with it for a few words and fled.

This attitude made Clayton have to consider whether the clues given by the other party before were true.

He turned to the Perots: "What did he just say to you?"

"We were talking about the New Year." Barbara answered him.

Perot coughed: "We will stay here until the end of next month, and then we will go back to the city. If there are still people willing to go together, we can take care of each other on the way. But Danny wants to go to the city this month."

The law enforcement forces such as the sheriff and the local court are limited to the settlements of towns. There are still many bandit groups active on the road, and people who want to go out often go together.

Even if Sasha City is the nearest city, it will take them a day to get there by carriage, and the longer it takes, the more likely they are to encounter accidents.

This is why Clayton was so uneasy when he knew that Donna came to Gevo alone.

However, it was a bit inappropriate for Danny to bring up this matter at this time.

If Clayton were him, he would not think of leaving the gathering place when he heard that there were werewolves and bandits in the wild. Danny did this, if his brain was not working well, there must be something more urgent for him to do, or some kind of danger forced him to make a choice at the moment.

"Is he afraid of me?" Clayton couldn't help but think about Danny's motives.

The sheriff made a judgment, and the others could not find any fault with this conclusion, so they decided to close the case.

Every year, people die unexpectedly. The death of the animal trainer may be bizarre, but it is just a monotonous number in the historical records of the past. It makes no difference to the deceased whether he is killed by a monster or a robber.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the Hook detectives also planned to leave. Their work was not yet completed.

But Ian Lazarus did not move his feet. He asked "Rabbit" Ace for a leave of absence. He wanted to check the body again.

Clayton Bello's conclusion had perfect reasons. Ian was not sure to overturn it in public for a while, but he knew that there were indeed supernatural powers in this world. The black sheriff overlooked one point. It was indeed not a problem for an adult male to bend such a thin iron bar, but if two bodies were to be sewn together on purpose, it would be much more difficult than simply bending them. Even if it could be done, it would take at least nearly a day.

Before being confirmed dead, the trainer had been missing for at least a day. He thought that the trainer's companions would not turn a blind eye to this.

If the time of death of the trainer Macht could be confirmed, the murderer's range of activities could be roughly determined.

The young detective stood beside the body thinking, while waiting for the circus members who were notified to come with a few other overly curious guys.

About half an hour later, the local who went to notify the circus ran back in a hurry, but there was no one else behind him, and his expression was also flustered.

"Everyone is gone!" he shouted, "Their luggage is still there, but the horses are gone!"

Ian Lazarus jumped up, grabbed him and rushed out.

Led by the panicked local, they took a shortcut and soon arrived at the foot of the hillside where the circus had set up its tents. The colorful tents were still there, embellishing the barren hills in winter with a festive atmosphere.

But there was no sound here, and the circus people were gone.

To prove that he was not lying, the local shouted twice again, but no one around responded to him.

The detective asked him to go back first, and he pulled out two guns and walked into the tent cautiously.

Most of the tents were intact, and the sundries inside were neatly arranged. Only the largest white tent was overturned on the ground, and the wedges that fixed the four corners of the bottom were pulled out, and the soil on the ground also showed signs of turning over.

Ian looked around and carefully pried up a piece of soil with his toes after confirming that there were no other creatures around.

Even though the murderer had cleaned up the scene, he could still smell a mixture of fuel and blood.

This was originally a very pungent substance and was difficult to completely eradicate.

The boxes stacked next to it were broken, and some clay fragments were scattered on the ground. From the large pieces that were not completely crushed, the detective saw the shape of rabbit ears.

There had been a fight in the white performance tent - Ian Lazarus judged so, but he could not judge the number of the two parties. There were no footprints at the scene for reference, which might have been disposed of by the murderer.

But this was also useful information. At least he knew that the murderer was experienced and it was definitely not the first time he killed someone, otherwise he would not be so alert.

The caravan of the traveling circus was parked next to the tent, and the horses were missing like their owners.

Ian Lazarus walked around the hillside and did not find any other signs of fighting nearby. It seemed that all conflicts were confined to the white tent.

This was a short and quick violent conflict.

A picture quickly emerged in his mind - a werewolf or some other monster rushed into the white tent and clashed with the circus members inside. After a short battle, the monster easily killed the trainer, while the others lost their will to fight and fled on horseback.

He simply restored the most likely scenario, but there was still a question in his heart.

Why didn't the circus people call the patrol to support themselves?

When the Hook detectives came to Geves, they saw the hunters who gathered in groups, holding torches and shotguns. They gathered together specifically to deal with "beasts" and had enough courage. If this traveling circus has been stationed here, there is no reason to turn a blind eye to this powerful force.

Ian Lazarus pondered, and he felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

These people encountered danger but did not call the patrol, perhaps because they were too nervous and did not dare to shout loudly, for fear that they would become the target of the monster. In that case, perhaps they would be attacked at night, because darkness would magnify people's fear, and avoiding exposing their position in the dark is also a human fighting instinct.

But what if they were not attacked at night?

These people did not flee in the direction of Gevaux, nor did they call for the patrol to help. The conclusion that can be deduced from this fact is somewhat scary.

Perhaps they made the above decision because they saw the murderer's face.

The patrol can't help, and the town is not safe.

The person who killed the trainer may be a local of Gevaux and has a certain status, which makes the people in the circus have no intention of resisting, because the patrol will not help them, and entering the town is no different from entering a cage for them.

When Ian thought of this, his body gradually began to heat up for this terrifying possibility, and sweat flowed from his forehead.

If Gevaux is a town ruled by monsters, he doesn't know what to do next.

Suddenly, a flash of thought flashed across his back, and he remembered a person with a major suspicion-that is Ms. Barbara who was with him in the morning!

She went out to pick berries even though she knew that there were "wolves" raging, and she was not familiar with the surrounding environment. She even got lost outside the town like him!

If no one forced her to do so, how could a woman like her be willing to leave the town alone and come to this desolate, deep and murderous forest?

Perhaps it was the murderer who used violence and power to force her to observe the circus again.

The sun shone on Ian, and his fingers holding the musket turned white due to excessive force.

He knew that there might be reasonable explanations behind these doubts, or he might have overthought, but he didn't want to miss this possibility and this opportunity to save others because of his negligence.

He thought of his parents who died at the hands of the Darkin, and his brother who just passed away last month, and finally drew a cross firmly on his chest.