It wasn't until noon the next day that Sherron opened his eyes in bed. Naturally, it’s not because I stayed up late yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday that I slept for such a long time.
Okay, there is a slight connection.
But the more reason is that every time Xie Lun uses the "Fear" skill, he will feel a strong headache, the kind of headache caused by extreme lack of sleep.
Xie Lun once asked about the system because of this problem. Unfortunately, the system seemed to be just a system and did not have intelligent functions. So Xie Lun could only guess that the headache caused by using skills was because his magic power was too low.
Probably when the personal level increases in the future and the magic power is high enough, then this headache will disappear.
Although his headache had been greatly relieved after sleeping for such a long time, Sherron could still feel as if his forehead had been hit by a hammer. But Xie Lun knew that he couldn't sleep anymore. At least he had to get up and have lunch before continuing to catch up on his sleep.
Only in this way can you gain weight better and restore your energy.
Xie Lun rubbed his temples, unable to get up. After washing briefly, he opened the door and walked out of the room. In the United States, there are no decent hotels in small towns like this, but there are motels everywhere.
For example, this is where Xie Lun and the Wen brothers live.
Seeing Sherron go out and Dean, who was cleaning the car in the open space outside, waved and smiled: "Sleepy boy, you finally woke up. To be honest, if you weren't still breathing, I would have been really afraid that you would have slept to death. .”
"Shut up, Dean, can't you just hope for me?" Sherron said lazily, "Where's Sam, by the way, and my car, where did you put it?"
"Sam went to return the rented car," Dean continued to clean the car: "As for your car, we tried it last night and it can still be driven, but the front bumper is broken. You can find a place to repair it yourself."
"Okay, I'm going to eat first. You notify Sam and ask him to issue more invoices. I'll go back and reimburse you."
Sherron patted Dean on the shoulder and walked towards the fast food restaurant across the street.
"Oh, these are a bunch of worms who are wasting taxpayers' money." Dean looked at Sherron in the distance, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Sam's number, "Sammy, it's great where you are. Remember, drive more." I'll give you an invoice, and you'll be reimbursed when you get back."
Unlike Dean, who has been out of school since he was a child, "ignorant" and "illiterate", Sam is a top student in the law department of an Ivy League university. If it hadn't been for the disappearance of his father, John Winchester, he wouldn't have followed his brother Dean on this trip.
Sam knows very well that in the United States, you can go against anyone, but you must not go against the tax, otherwise you will definitely die in an ugly way. So he didn't follow Dean's arrangement and paid and collected invoices according to normal procedures, without daring to issue more.
By the time he came back, the sun had already set. Sherron had already ordered pizza for delivery, and Dean had bought beer.
"It's a pity there is no barbecue."
Sherron sighed in his heart, opened a bottle of beer, clinked the bottles with Dean and Sam, then raised his neck and drank a bottle directly, and then let out a long breath: "It feels good."
As he spoke, he reached out and opened another bottle of beer.
Dean was dumbfounded. He thought he was good enough to drink, but he wasn't as perverted as Sherron. Seeing Sherron drink another half of the bottle, Dean suddenly felt that the two packs of beer he bought might not be enough.
"To be honest, Xie, I still don't believe that you are really an agent of NIA." Sam took a sip of wine and laughed softly, "How should I put it, you and the agents I imagined It feels really different.”
Dean, who was eating pizza at the side, nodded and said vaguely while chewing: "That's right, not to mention the detectives, even ordinary police officers, almost no one would believe what we do."
Sherron drank the second bottle, and in Dean's distressed eyes, opened the third bottle again, and said with a smile: "Okay, you two, please don't try to sing my words. I can tell you that Nia is not paying attention. You two, it’s just that as a special agent, I happen to know some of your Winchester family’s secrets.”
Dean was relieved when he heard this, while Sam frowned and said, "What secret is it?"
Sherron glanced at Sam, sighed silently, and whispered: "I can't tell you the specific situation, but Sam, I want to solemnly warn you, never believe in demons, especially female demons."
It's not that Xie Lun can't tell, but he has almost forgotten the plot of the TV series. He only vaguely remembers that the person who caused the tragedy of the Winchester family was a yellow-eyed demon. And because Sam was eager for revenge, he seemed to be taken advantage of by a female devil.
Hearing Sherron's words, Sam's expression changed drastically. Just when he was about to ask more questions, Sherron changed the subject and asked Dean, "Is your father, John, missing?"
Dean's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Yes, do you know the whereabouts of my father?"
Xie Lun shook his head and said: "If I guess correctly, John should be tracking the demon that killed your mother. But it should be fine. When the time is right, he will contact you."
"Dad is too impulsive. Why don't you take me with you for such an important matter?"
Dean drank all the beer in his hand.
Sam said in a deep voice: "Thank you, you must know the details of that damn devil, right?"
"Except for a pair of yellow eyes, I forgot everything else."
Sherron muttered something in his heart. Looking at the solemn expressions of Sam and Dean, he suddenly smiled: "It's not impossible if you want to know more, it's just..."
Dean and Sam said at the same time: "It's just what"
Xie Lun spread his hands: "Just join NIA and become a special agent like me."
"Shet"
Dean and Sam spewed a vulgar word at the same time.
Xie Lun shook the can and said with a smile: "It's just a joke. In fact, Nia has just established the position of special agent. The specific information about your family is not as detailed as you think. But I can help you collect information about John Regarding the situation, I can inform you once there is the latest news, ok."
What else could Dean and Sam say but nodded.
After having enough wine and food, Xie Lun just wanted to return to his room. When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, and turned back to Dean: "John seems to have left a parchment book, which contains information about the abnormal creatures he encountered. Can you lend it to me for one night?"
Dean pursed his lips: "What if I refuse?"
Sherron shrugged: "It's just for one night, there's no need to be so stingy, Dean."
Although he said this, Sherron's eyes were fixed on Dean.
Dean hesitated for a long time before taking out a red parchment book from his backpack, handing it to Sherron and saying, "Remember, you only have one night. Don't tear it up."