The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 560 Ubiquitous Help

The gurgling sound of blood coming from the throat of the person in her arms brought Barbara back to her senses. She lowered her head and took a sip, her focus returning to her work.

Fragments of information flowed into the consciousness of the first vampire along with the liquid life force; they were the most recent and profound memories of the deceased.

This ability appeared in her after the Darkmoon returned, which made Ser Jonard value her even more.

Through the combined efforts of the three deceased, she found the contact information for the drunkard Charlie.

An hour later, Barbara appeared at the St. Mellon Parish police station.

This is Sasha's first police station, formerly the General Security Office. The tall building is constructed of thick white stone bricks, and there is an equally tall clock tower next to it, giving people a sense of sacred religious atmosphere.

The sheriffs had left, and their new masters were police officers in black hats and uniforms, three times the number of sheriffs. Their salaries were meager, even less than the surcharges the city council used to give the sheriffs; only with military rank allowances were they slightly better off, and not everyone received that. Therefore, almost no former sheriffs were willing to join them.

Only two people remain here.

“I’m going to the dungeon,” Barbara said succinctly.

Galid, the current morgue supervisor, nodded and beckoned to the side, whereupon his Sphinx-like assistant Simon abandoned his Scrabble in the newspaper and hurried over.

Barbara was no stranger to Simon; he, she, and Mr. Bello were all members who joined the association at the same time.

"Take Ms. Barbara to the dungeon."

Simon nodded obediently, then grabbed the black, round-topped police cap, put it on his head, and walked ahead to lead the way for Barbara.

The archives they were originally in charge of were taken over by someone Mayor Kunti trusted more. This had no impact on Galid. He could still swagger into the archives and do his own thing. Ordinary people are mentally weak, and their memory of his appearance was limited to walking down a forty-yard-long corridor.

It's roughly the distance from the morgue to the underground prison.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, Barbara watched Simon's retreating figure and suddenly asked:
Are you satisfied with your life now?

Simon paused for a moment, then resumed his normal pace.

"What can I say? It's better than before I joined. I don't have to scavenge for food anymore, and I have a roof over my head now," he said self-deprecatingly.

Barbara didn't say anything more, but thought to herself that she had discovered another dishonest person.

At the prison gate, Simon helped her through the guards and then accompanied her inside.

"Madam, I'd like to know why you've come to a place like a prison? Which elder gave you this mission?"

“I can’t talk about this everywhere,” Barbara said.

Simon nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand, it's a classified matter."

He didn't mention it again and stood alone at the door waiting. However, the underground prison wasn't very large, and if Barbara talked to the prisoners, her voice would definitely reach his ears.

Under her watchful eye, Barbara worked intently, silently checking all the cells, but the person she was looking for was not there.

She returned to Simon's side: "Where are the prisoners who were previously held in that cell at the far right?"

Simon looked on with a look of reminiscence, but quickly stopped himself from doing so:

"I'll go ask."

He walked out of the cell, with Barbara following closely behind. The police officer in charge of registration outside had just let them through, and he looked surprised to see them come out so quickly.

"Have the prisoners in that cell at the far right been released?" Simon asked, leaning on the counter.

The policeman began flipping through his register, pointing down with his finger.

"Cell number 16, Joseph, a name you see everywhere, charged with robbery."

"Hmm, that's strange. He was supposed to be transferred to the hardened criminal prison a week ago, but no one took him. Now... Oh, it's him. Now I remember, someone paid his fine and then took him away."

He closed the register and nodded firmly.

fine?

Barbara didn't think old Joseph needed anyone to pay his fines, since he had voluntarily chosen to hide in prison.

She stepped forward: "Who paid his fine?"

The vampire's chilling aura sent a shiver down the policeman's spine.

“I don’t know, but the old gentleman seemed to be a very cultured gentleman. I think he must be working for some important person.”

"What kind of important person needs a robber?"

“I don’t know,” the officer in charge of registration repeated. “Perhaps this Joseph is the illegitimate son of some wealthy family? Although he doesn’t look like it.”

“Perhaps we could ask Mr. Bello to track it down,” Simon suggested.

“He seems to be resting right now, and I really don’t want to disturb him,” Barbara said. “Clayton Bello?”

As if receiving a crucial signal, the expression on the colleague Simon had never cared about changed.

“He is a respectable friend, and you know him too?” Barbara suddenly felt that as soon as she mentioned this name, she would immediately be enveloped in a safe haven.

The man who competed with her before was also like that, and so was this policeman.

The policeman stood up abruptly, bracing himself against the counter with both hands, and couldn't help but smile: "Of course he's my friend. I wish I had known you were his friends too."

Knowing that Barbara knew Clayton Bello, he had initially maintained a vague wariness of the vampire's alluring and morbid appearance, but now that wariness had dissipated.

"I do know a clue about that gentleman, but it's just a guess, you understand?"

Barbara, having spent a long time as a housewife, was not worldly-wise, but she was not stupid.

“I understand, kind sir.” She looked at Simon, who promised not to tell anyone.

The officer then said in a low voice, "The old gentleman left very late, after dark. He seemed to want to avoid being seen. When I brought the prisoner up to him, I noticed that his carriage was covered with a black cloth. There was a faint shape of a coat of arms under the cloth. When I got closer, I could see half of the pattern. It seemed to be the coat of arms of a noble family that was often reported in the news."

He hesitated slightly as he said this.

Even if they lose power, nobles don't need to put in much effort to punish someone; offending them might lead to losing their job, or worse.

The name he's about to mention is that of a notoriously volatile individual.

"That nobleman's name is Caroline Cures."

Donna was freed from confinement.

Headmistress Catherine had never seen a girl remain so tough after being punished with confinement, so she didn't come to see her in person. Otherwise, she would have found the young witch looking radiant, as if she had had a good night's sleep.

Lant and Alice were both happy for her "release" from prison, but also curious whether she still held onto her own ideas.

Donna's answer was yes.

“She thinks it’s safe here, but I’ll tell her it’s not.” A slightly wicked smile appeared on her face.

Donna was very dissatisfied with Principal Catherine's handling of the situation, and she was determined to fight to the end, not only for revenge, but also because she was doing the right thing.

Creating a few less dangerous but unsolvable incidents can make teachers and students realize that the old guards cannot guarantee their safety, thereby promoting the goal of replacing the guards.

This wasn't difficult; she immediately thought of the snake belt Clayton had given her, which she always carried with her. Simply letting the snake appear in front of everyone a few times would naturally create panic throughout the school.

With the old man's skill, even a clumsy real snake wouldn't be able to be caught by them.

However, she also had to be careful, lest someone actually get sick from being frightened by it.

Wearing tight corsets for extended periods has caused many of the women here to suffer from breathing difficulties and faint easily.

Other "bad things" are also possible; she has Clara's help, so doing any "bad thing" is easy. Clara is currently living in a warehouse near the school, where Clayton has stockpiled a lot of food, which Clara brings over to share with him every day.

However, before she could carry it out, Miss Lant had already figured out what Donna was going to do.

"For the sake of Almighty God, you should listen to me first. During your confinement, I learned from Miss Truby that something disturbing did happen inside the walls. She was there at the time. You can investigate it thoroughly, and perhaps you can use it to persuade the principal to replace the guard."

Miss Truby was one of the few who consistently supported Donna in the proposal.

Donna readily agreed to Lant's suggestion.

After listening to Lant's story, she went to Miss Truby and heard the story from the person involved again.

Two nights ago, Miss Truby was taking a walk when she stumbled upon the most secluded spot on campus.

And this most remote place is the school's cemetery.

Although this is a church school and there are no rumors of it being haunted, people generally don't like to go near the cemetery, so it has become deserted and overgrown with weeds among the tombstones.

Miss Truby was a bold person and had no taboos about cemeteries. After walking to the vicinity of her destination, she suddenly had the idea to go closer and take a look.

However, when she arrived at the cemetery, she was surprised to find that some graves had been opened and skeletal remains were scattered on the ground.

“I was a little scared at the time, thinking it was the work of stray dogs, so I went back quickly, intending to let those old gentlemen handle the matter the next day,” Miss Truby said. “However, the next day, the grave soil was actually put back on.”

"The soil was clearly disturbed, but they told me it was the work of earthworms! I could see it clearly; they didn't even examine it carefully, they didn't even get close to the tombstones, they just used a stick to poke at the grass nearby!"

Clearly, she harbored resentment towards the old guards on campus, which was the reason she continued to support Donna.

"Did this kind of thing happen again after that?" Donna asked.

"For safety's sake, I haven't gone back to the cemetery, but I'm sure something evil happened there." Miss Truby's expression seemed genuine.

Donna decided to visit the cemetery herself.