When Charles pushed the door in, the atmosphere inside the small bar was a little frozen.

The proprietress Ellen and the two who had just entered stood at the bar, their faces dull, as if they had heard something serious.

Charles glanced at them, and instead of rushing forward, he found his place in the bar and sat down.

The windows of this bar are very small, so you need to be supplemented by lights during the day, otherwise it will look gloomy.

It's also strange that the only two window seats in the bar with two narrow windows are rarely occupied, and the ones next to the solid walls are very popular.

"These hunters are very insecure."

After observing it for several days, Charles had come to a conclusion about this, which also gave him a basic understanding of the survival of hunters in this world.

Thinking wildly, Charles picked up the notebook and carbon pen that the proprietress had provided him with, and began to sketch on the paper. At the same time, I pricked up my ears and listened to the faint conversation between the proprietress and the two brothers.

They seemed to be talking about demons, but they didn't talk much, and after a while, the sound of the proprietress yelling upstairs rang out.

The bar owner basically can't sleep until midnight, so he can only catch up on sleep during the day, and Joe is resting on it at this time.

And apparently at the moment the proprietress they need a "waiter".

The sleepy-eyed Joe soon walked down from the second floor of the bar, the attic on the top floor, and Arthur, who was sleeping on the pool table, began to be beckoned to wake him up. It's just that he was busy all night yesterday, and he didn't wake up after being called for a long time at the moment.

Just as he was eavesdropping, a person suddenly sat down across from Charles, and when he looked up, he saw the big young man with slightly curly hair.

"The hostess said that Arthur should be able to help us, but he couldn't wake him up no matter how he screamed."

The big man shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, slightly helpless. Then he looked at Charles with interest and asked, "Chinese?" ”

Charles nodded.

"I like Bruce Lee." As he spoke, the other party smiled kindly, and then stretched out his hand to Charles: "Sam, Sam. Winchester. ”

"Just call me Charles." Charles reached out and shook it back.

Ever since he learned that his real name was something special, he had decided never to tell anyone what his real name was.

So after coming here, even if you claim to be Chinese, you still use this name.

The two hands at the wine table in front of the window were lightly grasped, and an invisible power appeared, and at the same time, a hint drifted through Charles's eyes.

[Grab fails, you can't touch the fate of the blocked target]

……

Blocked?

Charles's face was a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" There was no response for a moment, and the big man Sam tilted his head to look at him, a little puzzled

"Nothing." Charles reacted and hurriedly let go of his hand, "I just feel that this name is a little familiar." ”

"Winchester M1887, as many people say," Sam shrugged helplessly, "happens to have the same surname as the Kasumi shotgun." ”

After that, without waiting for Charles to respond, he suddenly straightened up, then crossed his hands on the table, and asked, "I heard that you were originally in China, but you ended up here inexplicably?" ”

"That's right."

"So, what do you think of that particular storm three days ago?" Sam asked, as if he had thought of something, and then explained, "I mean, you should have been very close at the time, did you see anything special?" ”

"A special place?"

"Like sulfur, the smell of ozone, or anything else ...... the paranormal."

Charles said that the most special thing was me, but he wouldn't say that. On the surface, he frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Actually, I'm not very close to that place, and I'm no different from those people in the bar. ”

"So you're not inside the storm, but outside the storm?"

"Yes."

"So how did you feel at the time? Well, I mean, when you wake up, can you describe it? ”

It was clear that the Winchester was clearly following something, and now he was taking the special appearance of Charles as a clue.

It's just that Charles doesn't have the idea of cooperating.

"I think you can ask the local weather bureau and the police station." Charles replied, "Or journalists or something, I think they know a lot more than I do." ”

Hearing his slightly impatient tone, Sam smiled apologetically at him, but he didn't give up, "But you didn't think about why you suddenly ran to another continent, or another country?" ”

"Thinking about it all day." Charles, leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow, "But I don't understand." ”

"Okay." Sam shrugged his shoulders and ended the conversation. He then turned to look at his brother, only to find that he was accosting a young woman coming down from the upper floor.

Sam sighed helplessly, then reached out and took out a business card from his bosom and put it on the wine table, pushing it towards Charles, while looking at him sincerely, "This may help you, so if you can think of anything, remember to contact us." ”

Charles nodded in acknowledgement, and the one got up and left the table and walked towards Arthur, who was finally woken up by the hostess.

After looking at his back, he turned to look at another Winchester, who seemed to have hit a wall not far away.

Charles touched his chin.

If memory serves, this is supposed to be a world called Evil Forces.

If Charles can recognize this place, it is thanks to the two brothers at the moment. In fact, he has less impression of this drama.

It's very long, it's very messy, and the emotions between the two protagonists that transcend ordinary brothers.

With a few memories of the past, combined with what he had seen and heard in the bar in the past few days, he now basically understood what kind of world it was.

The general outline was no different from the modern world he remembered, but there were all kinds of mysteries hidden.

There are angels and demons in Western legends, vampires and werewolves, ghosts and ghosts, various gods and demons in Norse, Greek and other legends, and even if I remember correctly, there are also Chinese stove lords.

"The main thing is that there really is a God here."

Muttered, Charles muttered.

If the world is real, what could be more true than God?

But where to look?

"If I'm not mistaken, everything about the protagonist in this drama has been written into a book...... Find the author of that book? But I remember what a prophet he was, not God, and an angel was close to him......"

Thinking about this question, he couldn't help but look at the two Winchesters in the bar.

Obviously, in the case of limited information, it is the right idea to pay close attention to these two protagonists who are sent to the door, and then follow the vine.

After all, the latter two have seen God.

"And who will be able to lock their fate?"

Muttering, Charles finalized his thoughts.

Of course, even if you find him, you may not be able to beat him. But at the very least, it's always a good idea to set your goals first.