In a small town in Colorado, USA

"Listen, Miss Tessie, you're lovely, very, very cute, but you, you should know that it's immoral to raise prices on a temporary basis, it's ......"

"Well, that's not what I meant, I actually wanted to say ......"

The slightly tough words became weaker with the stronger answer from the other side, and the original righteous appearance gradually wilted, and finally, the bearded young man standing in the living room on the phone said resignedly: "I'm sorry, Miss Tessie, I really, I didn't mean to...... Alas, there was a phone call, and I will call you later. Vertex Small Say X 23 U OM"

After that, he didn't wait for the other side to respond, and immediately hung up the phone. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, then was stunned again, and sighed again.

"Am I too talkative? Obviously, I'm on the side of reason......"

He muttered, and the phone in his hand vibrated again.

"Really calling?"

was stunned, and then looked down at the gray and white screen of the phone.

'Genie Press'

Seeing this name, his face couldn't help but boast, and he looked at the phone hesitantly for a long time, and finally he picked up the phone.

"Hey, Lady Genie, yes, yes, I'm Chuck."

"This ...... Can you wait two more days, the manuscript hasn't ...... yet"

"Selling rot? This is really ......."

"Of course, of course, the first draft has been written, but the final proofreading is done, yes, it's done."

"Okay, I'll send you an email right away after checking!"

"Rest assured, rest assured, the quality will definitely be the same as before."

As if reporting work, he continued to respond, and finally put down the phone, and the young man casually threw the phone on the sofa, then rubbed the messy brown hair on his head, and began to spin around in place.

"Manuscript Manuscript Manuscript Manuscript ......"

Muttering, the young man tried his best to come up with the next plot, but his mind was always empty.

Just as he was muttering to himself as best he could, he didn't know which switch he had touched, and the young man's brain ached, and then he popped and immediately collapsed to the ground.

The house in the suburbs was silent, but it didn't take long for the young man to sit up one by one, and then ran to the computer and sat down without hesitation.

The sound of keyboard tapping and typing followed in an endless stream.

'The World Health Organization warns that given the rapidly increasing threat posed by the H5N Taysie avian influenza virus, all countries around the world should take urgent action to prepare for the next human influenza pandemic......

The TV in room 302 of the motel was playing CBS news, and on the bed, Sam frowned impatiently in his sleep, and then subconsciously pulled up the white futon to cover his ears. ’

Dean had already gotten out of bed, brushing his teeth mechanically, and as he brushed his teeth, he couldn't help but smile as he stared at his handsome face in the bathroom mirror.

He narcissistically kept looking at the figure in the mirror, as if he was rejoicing in his original appearance. But in fact, he had this reason for joy, the injuries he had sustained during the previous mission had caused his face to swell so badly that he could not see anyone......

……

The young man sitting in front of the computer had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and his hand movements were fast. Just halfway through writing, he was suddenly stunned.

"When did you get hurt?"

Recalling his previous memories, the young man couldn't help but wonder.

"He's not hurt, is he?"

"What was the last mission?" Chuck thought as he opened his computer to save the manuscript, and the title on it made him think quickly.

"That's right, the Philadelphia apartment serial killer ......"

Muttering, he clicked the mouse, quickly opened the manuscript he had written, and then began proofreading.

'No, Joe, we can't go now. Standing in the dungeon, Dean said solemnly, "Your previous proposal was good, maybe we should ......"

……

'The ghost surrounded by the salt ring wailed, panicked on the spot, and looked at it at this time, and the three of them ......'

……

A mixer truck was driven backwards by Dean to the entrance of the clearing, and then he flicked a switch, and a large amount of cement poured into the entrance along the pipe, believing that after doing this, the horrible ghost would never think of harming people again.

……

"I wasn't hurt, why was I hurt?" Sweeping around, the bearded young man couldn't find any description of injury, so he couldn't help frowning.

He thought again that when he wrote about the roadside bar, he had originally intended Dean to have a bad relationship with the daughter of the barmaid, but he wrote it as a passer-by in a vague way.

Afterwards, he pondered for a long time and didn't understand what he thought at the beginning, and finally it came down to Dean having just lost his father, and it was not appropriate to tease the girl again, so he gave up.

But now it seems......

"I won't have a problem with my brain, it's over, the publishing house is still urging the manuscript......" Thinking about it, the young man looked desperate, but before he could think about anything, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

He turned his head to look and saw that the light in the room, which had been normal, was so bright that he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes.

Soon after, the light faded, and the young man lowered his arm, but his expression seemed to have changed.

Looking at the computer screen, Chuck frowned, and his normal eyes turned into dazzling brightness.

I didn't see what he did next, but there was a sudden storm in the sky over Philadelphia, thousands of miles away.

The breeze came inexplicably, blowing lightly, and the pedestrians on the road all took a breath of comfort, and the sun became warm like spring in the blink of an eye, not at all like the climate that should be when winter is approaching. In the sky, white clouds quickly converged in all directions.

At the same time, a sense of peace and tranquility inexplicably emerged in the hearts of all the residents of Philadelphia. The original fast pace has also slowed down because of this, and countless people suddenly have a strange idea of letting go of everything.

"Huh?"

In state 2, a surprised voice came from a house in a small town.

……

Philadelphia

In room 207 of the old apartment, the afternoon sun shines through the glass window, and the group in the house is packing their bags near the sofa and preparing to leave.

Putting the firearm into the backpack with one hand, Dean, whose face was swollen and bruised, covered his face with ice cubes, and said to the two opposite people in a rough voice: "See, you two rookies, this is the life of a hunter, we are lucky, just cultivate for a while, and no one knows if you are unlucky enough to die directly in it." ”

His voice was strange because of the wound on his face, but his words could still be heard with great seriousness.

"That's right, and climbing the sewers isn't an easy job." Sam on the side took over the conversation. He was wiping his head with a towel at the moment, and the unpleasant smell on his body had faded a lot from taking a bath, but it was still there.

"There are also grave digging, theft, breaking into private houses, stealing credit cards, coercion and temptation......"

"But you've saved a lot of lives, haven't you?" Joe, who was sitting on the sofa, zipped up his backpack and said seriously: "This is the true meaning of a hunter, not complaining about difficulties." ”

"I really don't have a common language with you." Dean laughed angrily, "My father died not long ago because of this, what about your father?" What do you want me to say? What do you think it's fun to do? ”

"Nothing is fun!" Qiao frowned and retorted: "Rather than die quietly, I would rather choose this kind of life, choose the life that my father once had, I have always been proud of him, is this also wrong?!" ”

"Your dad wouldn't want you to do that."

"Really? But you're not my dad, Dean, mind your own business! ”

……

The scene was a little cold for a while, and after a moment of silence, he felt that the atmosphere was really dull, so Charles on the side raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm curious, why did that ghost hit you in the face?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Dean, who had been gloomy for a long time, couldn't help grinning.

"Maybe my brother is more handsome."

As he spoke, he pulled the wound on his face and grinned in pain.

Sam, who was also covering his face next to him, looked a little empathetic.

"I'm wondering how we're going to get out of this situation."

"Out of the task? Come on, Sammy, I don't want to swing around with a pig's head. I think we'd better rest for a while. ”

"Just keeping an eye on Arthur's progress." Speaking of this, the ease on Dean's face couldn't help but restrict, and his heart was heavy, and he began to concentrate on packing his bags with a gloomy face.

The two brothers are currently tracking down a demon that has a lot to do with their father's death, and it was because of this that they went to a roadside bar not long ago.

It's just that the demons are not so easy to track, so they only come out to find something to do in the interval.

They have been doing this kind of thing since they were children, and they have long treated it as a career, so they will run around whenever they have time, and secondly, they will inevitably think of their father who has passed away when they are idle, and being busy can make them feel better.

……

After everything was ready, the group walked out of the door with large and small packages, but after a few steps, Charles's footsteps suddenly stopped,

[You are being enveloped by unknown probing powers]

[Your talent is immune to this exploration]

[Please be aware that there is an anomalous change in the fate of the neighborhood]

The True Eye prompts drifted one after another, and at the same time, a burst of gunfire quickly came from downstairs!