I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

It was not until noon the next day that Sharon opened his eyes on the bed. I slept for such a long time, naturally not because I stayed up late yesterday, the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday...

Well, there is a little bit of connection.

But more importantly, every time Sheron used the "Fear of Fear" skill, she would feel a strong headache, the kind of headache caused by an extreme lack of sleep.

Xie Lun once asked the system because of this question, but unfortunately the system seems to be only a system and does not have intelligent functions. Therefore, Xie Lun can only guess whether the headache will be caused after using the skill, or it is because his magic power is too low.

Probably when the personal level is improved and the magic power is high enough in the future, then this headache will disappear.

Although the headache has been greatly relieved after sleeping for such a long time, Xie Lun can still feel as if his forehead has been hit by a hammer. But Xie Lun knew that he couldn't sleep anymore, at least he had to wake up and eat lunch before continuing to sleep.

In this way, we can gain weight better... ahem, it is to restore energy.

Xie Lun rubbed his temples, unable to get up, and after a simple shower, he pushed the door and walked out of the room. In the US, there are no decent hotels in small towns like this, but motels are everywhere.

For example, where Sharon and the Wen brothers live.

Dean, who saw Sharon go out and was cleaning the car in the open space outside, waved his hand and smiled: "Sleepy, you are finally awake. To be honest, if it wasn't for your breathing, I was really afraid that you would have fallen asleep. ."

"Shut up, Dean, can't you expect me to order it?" Sharon 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 still drives, but the front bumper is broken, you can find a place to fix it yourself."

"Okay, I'll go to dinner first. You inform Sam and ask him to issue more invoices. I'll go back and reimburse."

Sharon patted Dean on the shoulder and walked to the fast food restaurant across the road.

"Oh, those assholes that waste taxpayer money." Dean looked at Sharon in the distance, then took out his phone and dialed Sam's number, "Sammy, where are you? Great, remember, drive more. A few invoices, anyway, when I come back, I will be reimbursed by the big head..."

Unlike Dean, who has been out of school since he was a child, "no learning, no skills" and "ignorance", Sam is a top student in the law department of the Ivy League University. This time, if it wasn't for the disappearance of his father, John Winchester, he wouldn't have followed his brother Dean.

Sam knows very well in his heart that anyone in the United States can do it against anyone, but don't do it against the tax, otherwise you will be guaranteed an ugly death. So he didn't follow Dean's arrangement, and honestly paid and received invoices according to normal procedures, and didn't dare to issue more.

When he came back, the sun had already set. Sharon had ordered pizza delivery and Dean had bought beer.

"Unfortunately there is no BBQ."

Sharon sighed in his heart, opened a bottle of beer, touched the bottle with Dean and Sam, then drank the bottle with his neck up, and then exhaled a long breath: "Cool!"

With that, he reached out and opened another bottle of beer.

Dean was dumbfounded. He thought he could drink, but he wasn't as perverted as Sharon. Seeing Sharon drinking another half bottle, Dean suddenly felt that the two packs of beer he bought might not be enough.

"To be honest, thank you, I still don't believe it until now. You are actually an NIA agent." Sam took a sip of his wine and whispered, "How do you say it, you and the agents I imagined. Man, it feels really different."

Dean, who was eating pizza, nodded, chewing and said vaguely: "Yes, let alone detectives, even ordinary police officers will hardly believe what we do."

Sharon drank the second bottle, and in Dean's distressed eyes,

He opened the third bottle again and said with a smile: "Okay, you two don't talk to me. I can tell you that NIA didn't target you two, it's just that as a special agent, I happen to know that you are kind. It's just a secret of the Sturt family."

Dean was relieved, and Sam frowned. "Secret? What secret?"

Sharon glanced at Sam, sighed silently, and said in a low voice, "I can't say the specifics, but Sam, I want to warn you solemnly, don't believe in demons, especially female demons."

It's not that Sharon can't tell, but that he almost forgot the plot of the TV series, and he just vaguely remembers that it was a yellow-eyed demon who caused the tragedy of the Winchester family. And Sam seems to be used by a female demon because of his revenge.

Hearing Sharon's words, Sam's face changed greatly. He was about to ask more, but Sharon changed the subject and said to Dean, "Is your father John missing?"

Dean's eyes lit up and nodded, "Yes, do you know where my dad is?"

Sharon shook his head and said, "If I'm not mistaken, John should be following the demon that killed your mother. But it should be fine. When the time is right, he will contact you."

"Dad is so impulsive, why don't you take me with you for such an important matter?"

Dean drank all the beer in his hand.

Sam said solemnly: "Thank you, you must know the specific situation of that damn demon, right?"

"I forgot about everything except a pair of yellow eyeballs."

Sharon murmured in his heart, looking at the solemn expressions of Sam and Dean, he suddenly smiled: "If you want to know more, it's not impossible, it's just..."

Dean and Sam said at the same time, "Just what?"

Xie Lun spread his hands: "Join NIA and become a special agent like me."

"Sheet!"

Dean and Sam spit out a vulgar word at the same time.

Sharon shook the can and said with a smile: "Just kidding, in fact, NIA has just established the position of special agent, and the specific situation of your family is not as detailed as you think. But I can help you collect John As soon as there is the latest news, I can let you know, OK?"

Dean and Sam could say nothing but nodded.

After eating and drinking, Xie Lun just wanted to return to his room. When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, and turned to Dean and said, "John seems to have left a sheepskin book, which records the information about the abnormal creatures he encountered. Can you lend me a night?"

Dean pursed his lips. "What if I refuse?"

Sharon shrugged. "It's just a one night loan. Don't be so stingy, Dean?"

Having said that, Sharon's eyes were fixed on Dean.

Dean hesitated for a long time before taking out a red sheepskin book from his backpack and handing it to Xie Lun: "Remember, you only have one night. And... don't tear it up."