Chapter 226 Frame-Up

A match was lit, and Pei Lun finally did not take the sword first, but chose to light the oil lamp on the counter so that he could see more clearly what Kuoke was doing.

The light of the flame was brighter than the moonlight, and Kuoke's eyes did not blink because of the sudden firelight, but kept staring at him.

"I left something in the room."

Pei Lun couldn't help but shudder. This was the first time Kuoke spoke in front of him, but he didn't expect the voice to be so unusual.

The voice that came out of the thick lips was sharp and hoarse, like the voice of an old woman, which formed a terrible inverse proportion to the impression Kuoke himself gave to others.

No wonder he didn't want to speak before.

Pei Lun was not surprised for too long. He had his own principles in managing the hotel.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Someone is living in that room now." He insisted.

Kuoke shook his head.

"Soon."

The fat guy seemed to be ashamed to speak because of the voice problem, so he tried to keep his sentences short. After saying this, he ignored Pei Lun and walked towards the stairs on his own.

Pei Lun's hand once again reached for the long sword.

"It's late now, you can't disturb my guests' rest."

The heavy footsteps on the stairs did not stop for a moment, and Pei Lun had to suspect that his voice was not loud enough. After all, he was trying his best to avoid waking up the only guest in the inn.

Selani was a prostitute, but she paid.

Quoke walked up the stairs slowly, ignoring the innkeeper's warning - he didn't think this little thing was a big deal.

But he was wrong.

The dull sound of leather products fell to the ground, and he turned around and saw a shiny but bumpy long sword pointing at him.

Pei Lun kicked the scabbard away and made sure that the ground in front and behind him was flat.

"Mr. Kuoke, I regret to inform you that you are now the most unwelcome person in our store. Please leave immediately!"

The long sword pointed directly at the fat man. The wear and tear left by the sword when it was chopped by the leatherworker did not make Pei Lun feel unhappy. Instead, he suddenly envied Mr. Belleau - if Kuoke in front of him was also a monster, he could display his swordsmanship without any scruples.

Facing the threat of the long sword, Kuoke did not show a fearful expression, but after hearing what Pei Lun said, hatred suddenly emerged in his eyes.

It was really inexplicable.

Pei Lun was sure that he had done nothing wrong. Even if he was thinking about something excessive, the idea was not put into reality after all, and the reaction of this look was too intense.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and Kuoke seemed to not care what he held in his hand at all, and stretched out his hand directly to him.

A fat, but ordinary right hand.

For some reason, Pei Lun instinctively took a step back, and he was then surprised at his weakness.

But Pei Lun was not without any confidence.

His ancestors had lost almost everything, but there was one very important thing that was passed down.

The secret of the Way of the Blade.

He was confident that he could fight back.

Bang!

A loud voice broke the silence.

The confrontation between Pei Lun and Quoke disappeared in an instant. They both looked in the general direction of the sound in astonishment, and their sight was blocked by the wall of the inn.

Someone fired a gun in the town?

Quoke turned his head, and his attention to Pei Lun disappeared from his eyes, as if he was looking at a ball of air.

"Get out of the way." He said sharply.

Pei Lun still raised his sword, making sure Quoke was always in his sight, and then slowly backed away from the stairs.

This was not a trap. Quoke really left after going downstairs without any hesitation.

Pei Lun picked up the scabbard with a gloomy face, put the long sword back into the counter, and began to consider the possibility of selling the store and living in the city.

Or should he buy a gun?

As soon as the gunshot sounded, Louis threw down his gun and ran wildly until the nearest dark alley appeared. He turned and went in.

Until now, no one appeared in the windows on both sides of the street. After all, it takes some time for people to walk to the window after waking up.

When he came in, Clayton was already waiting in the dark alley.

The werewolf lent a hand and helped the priest climb over the wall and hide in the backyard of a family. He had just talked to the watchdog nearby, so no one would make a sound unless he ordered.

"This is not difficult, right?"

Because the matter was solved smoothly, Clayton's voice was slightly smiling.

The corners of Louis' mouth twitched, which seemed to poke his pain-he was no longer a priest who abided by morality. He committed the felony of murder and was with an inhuman monster.

"Enough, stop saying such humiliating words to me, our cooperation ends here."

"No, there is still a wall missing."

Clayton saw that the priest's face was getting worse and worse, so he had to shrug: "You will climb out later, right?"

The priest was speechless.

A few seconds after the gunshot, there was a commotion on both sides of the street.

As they expected, people found the body and the gun, and some began to scream desperately. Under the command of the werewolf, the watchdog also began to bark, triggering the barking of other dogs. Then people began to move in every household. As the noise spread, windows on both sides of the street lit up one by one, as if the flames would spread with the sound.

While no one was paying attention here, Clayton climbed up the wall, pulled Louis up, and then jumped down from the wall together.

Then he used extraordinary speed to take the priest to take a detour so that the priest could pretend that he had hurried from the church.

"Go and clean up the mess, respected priest."

Louis straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, walked a few steps and stopped, looking back at him.

"Did you kill the circus trainer? Or someone else?"

Clayton's smile disappeared.

"Yes."

Since Louis discovered his abnormality, he knew that he couldn't avoid this matter.

But he knew that this matter was not enough to make them fall out.

"I killed all the people in the circus, but there was a reason for that. They were bounty hunters with hidden identities, and the circus was just a cover for them to hide their identities. When they saw me, they mistakenly thought I was a competitor for their current mission, so they took the initiative to attack me. Everything I did to them was just a legitimate retaliation. Of course, all I did was kill them, and I didn't do anything else." He promised.

"I know the leatherworker did a lot of things, including leaving traces of damage on the body, but who knows why that ghost thing did it."

Louis nodded imperceptibly, and did not question this bizarre statement.

"It's not impossible. I just thought of a possible identity of the leatherworker these days, and this is related to them."

"Last month, the trainer came to the town to find something, but in the end it seemed that he failed to do so. After that, they stopped business. I think the original identity of the leatherworker may be the poor people they kept for entertainment."

"Poor people kept?" Clayton was stunned.

"It's the disabled people that most circuses use for display. Haven't you seen them?"

Clayton finally remembered the freak show.

Every circus will have such a show, showing those extremely ugly and twisted individuals among humans for the audience to laugh at and entertain.

He recalled whether he had seen such a corpse with strange limbs and deformed bodies that were not like humans when he inspected the circus before, but the conclusion was no.

Yes, those deformed children who are born or acquired with disabilities certainly meet the conditions for leatherworkers to transform. Because of their own ugliness, they must have more obsession with beauty than ordinary people.

His expression became solemn.

Julius was wrong, and Donna was wrong too.

This explains why the leatherworker used the wire of the cage to nail the trainer. It was taking revenge according to its own ideas.

However

Clayton stared at the priest: "It has searched the bodies of all the circus members. This cannot be its own will. Even if it is for revenge, these actions are too redundant. Perhaps the people of the Doomsday Seekers are ordering it to find something from the bodies."

The priest did not refute, but also did not support it.

He had a blank expression: "Probably. But I hope you and your people will not pursue it further. Once Ravenlai's people are driven away, this matter will be regarded as over, and I will handle the follow-up."

"Of course."

Clayton converged his eyes and nodded to Louis. He knew that these locals also had concerns.

He just wanted to use the locals to give a warning to the doomsday seekers, and did not think that now was the time to fight them to the death.

"So be it."

The priest nodded to him, and then walked quickly back the way he came.

Clayton watched his back gradually blend into the night with cold eyes, and then climbed onto the roof again, waiting for further developments.

Louis quickly took control of the situation at the crime scene.

No one doubted that this devout believer for many years would be the real murderer. As a believer of the evangelical church, his image of never touching weapons has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

He took the torch sent by a resident, and systematically directed everyone to protect the crime scene from interference. He also asked someone to notify the mayor and those who were originally responsible for night patrols.

The same style of guns as Mr. Ravenlai's men naturally attracted everyone's attention.

These locals may not know how to judge the quality of guns, but their appearance is so similar that people can perceive the close connection between them without any professional knowledge.

Before Father Louis took the initiative to mention this matter, a solemn atmosphere had spread among them.

Lawrence was one of the most respectable people in the area, and the three Weir brothers—although they were considered villains, only locals with no relatives or outsiders who came to trade had suffered at their hands. In the eyes of most locals, they were just ordinary annoying people. Even the stain of Jevo was already a part of their familiar life.

Everyone turned their eyes to the gun.

Since there were no people from Ravenlai among the dead here, and the weapon used to commit the crime was related to them, the identity of the murderer could be imagined.

When the number of locals gathered here reached a certain height, timidity began to disappear, and anger burned in people's hearts, so that some quite superficial hints were ignored, and people began to think in the most extreme direction.

"We need to get that Ravenlaer out now. He has to explain the gun to us!"

"Beheading or hanging, he and his people should choose one!"

"They captured Mr. Schmidt and tortured him before, and now they have killed Mr. Lawrence and the Weir family. Should we stay at home and wait for them to do something more outrageous?"

"We have as many guns and people as they do. How dare they insult us like this?!"

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The shadows under the firelight were layered, and people and their shadows gathered together like demons. Whispers, arguments, and roars were mixed, like boiling and screaming like a boiling kettle. The most intense ones made the priest frown.

"Be quiet!" Louis said loudly.

After dispelling all the noise, his voice became lower again: "Let's be patient and wait for the mayor and hunters to arrive before making a decision. Before that, let's stay rational and avoid unnecessary"

"I have a gun too, there is no need to wait for them." Someone in the crowd said unconvinced.

The priest tried to find the person who was speaking, but there were many stubborn and angry faces here, all of whom looked like the person who had just said that.

He seemed not to hear the objection, and continued the topic: ".Avoid unnecessary and irrational conflicts. The most important thing at the moment is to resist the cursed monster. Compared with our compatriots, it is our real enemy. We should always ensure the health of our minds and weapons, and not rashly clash with Mr. Ravenlair's people without sufficient evidence."

Louis said it very carefully, and there was almost nothing to refute. The street became quiet again.

Most people believed him and began to wait for the mayor and hunters to arrive. Some people just returned to their houses silently, some of them closed the doors and windows, and the rest quickly came out again with weapons.

Simple weapons such as bows and arrows, crossbows, pitchforks, axes, and matchlocks did not diminish their confidence.

They may be backward, but they can still easily take lives, but they are not as efficient as those new weapons.

Pastor Louis looked at people's spontaneous efforts, but he felt irritated.

If these measures were used against ordinary people, they would certainly be effective, but if Ravenlaire was related to the Doomsday Seekers, then their preparations might not work as expected.

His goal was just to expel those gunmen.

As for whether those expelled people would go to other towns with the orders of the Doomsday Seekers heresy, Father Louis did not care.

His duty was to protect this parish, to protect those people he knew and who also knew him, and as for the rest of the world, it had nothing to do with him, and that was beyond his scope of duty. Louis would inform his superiors of the matter after Francis and his gunmen left, but he would never agree to risk getting rid of these people in Gevo.