Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

Rebecca was a little disbelieving and asked: "Really? Where do you work?"

The nearest big city Dean had been to not long ago was Phoenix, so he opened his mouth and said, "Phoenix City, Trevina District Police Station. It's my rest time now."

Rebecca forced a smile and said, "It's great that you can help, but I don't know."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Lillian interrupted her with a little surprise: "Chief Dean, are you also in the Trevina District Police Department? My son happens to be the consultant of the Trevina District Police Department, maybe You guys still know each other, I'll call him over right now."

Ah this.

So unlucky?

Dean and Sam looked at each other.

Sam complained that Dean had made up some fake identity that was about to be revealed.

Dean complained that Sam insisted on saying that he was a police officer, which was embarrassing.

Before the two of them could think of any reason to dissuade Mrs. Lillian, she had already walked out and called someone at the door: "Hey, Luke, there is a colleague of yours here, come and chat with us."

Luke was a little confused when he heard about his colleague. He hadn't even started work yet. Where did his colleague come from? His mother would not have been deceived by someone.

Out of curiosity, he walked quickly to Rebecca's house.

After being taken to the living room by Mrs. Lillian, as soon as she entered, she saw two familiar figures.

Isn't this "FBI" agent brother?

What's wrong, I'm not the FBI. I changed my identity this time and pretended to be?

Dean and Sam were feeling anxious when they suddenly found out that the person they met actually knew each other, and they were overjoyed.

Dean greeted him enthusiastically and said, "Luke, I didn't expect to see you during my vacation! What a surprise!"

Luke knew that the two of them were not bad people, so he actively cooperated and opened his arms to give Dean a hug.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. How are you doing?"

Seeing both parties confirming each other's identities, Rebecca's last suspicion was cleared.

The two parties, one is her old classmate and the other is her new neighbor. They are strangers to each other, so they can't work together to deceive her.

Luke said to Mrs. Lillian: "Hey, Mom, old Mason was looking for you everywhere just now. Maybe you should go home."

Mrs. Lillian heard this, stood up, and said goodbye to Rebecca.

After she left, Dean pulled Luke towards the kitchen and said, "The two of us are catching up on old times, you guys talk first."

The two walked aside and exchanged greetings at a normal volume. After confirming that Rebecca in the living room couldn't hear, Luke asked in a low voice: "What's going on this time? Why isn't it the FBI?"

This was the second time Dean's fake identity was exposed by Luke. He looked a little embarrassed and said: "She is Sam's college friend. Her brother was accused of murder, but the case was a bit bizarre. Sam wanted to help her, so he made up a story." As a police officer, who knew your mother happened to be there?"

Luke already knew the general story of the matter, and was willing to give the two of them face and help them.

After all, they are seniors on the road to slaying demons. They have little power. They fight against demons and protect humans with only wisdom, knowledge and courage. They are very admirable.

In the living room, Sam said hurriedly: "Beck, I know Zach didn't kill anyone. Now we have to find a way to prove his innocence."

"Baker" is the abbreviation of Rebecca's name, and is generally used only by people who are relatively close to her.

Rebecca thought for a while, and her trust in Sam and the police, coupled with her concern for her brother, made her determined. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get the keys."

She turned and walked to the bedroom inside, looking for the spare key to Zach's residence.

Dean took two steps forward and watched Rebecca enter the house. He turned back and said sarcastically to Sam, "Brother, you are so honest with your friends."

Sam replied firmly: "Zach and Becky need our help."

Perhaps because Luke was an outsider, Dean didn't argue with Sam much.

Sam continued: "Being in two places at the same time is obviously problematic."

Then he turned to look at Luke: "This is my friend's business. I'm sorry for dragging you in. If you're not interested, you can go back first and I will explain it to you."

"Hey," Dean said dissatisfiedly, "You've never been so polite to me."

Luke, who was at level 9, was very interested in any supernatural events at this time. He asked with interest: "Do you have any ideas? About this case."

Sam replied: "Not yet. We need to go to the scene to inspect it before we can draw a conclusion."

Rebecca quickly took out the keys and they took a car to check out Zach's house.

Arriving at the door of Zach's house, Rebecca asked again: "Are you sure this is okay? His house is now sealed as an on-site seal."

Dean, an old liar, casually said, "Of course, I'm a police officer, I know this."

As Rebecca opened the door, the murder scene that had not been sorted out appeared in front of the four of them.

They bent down and got into the room under the seal. The house had been sealed for several days and the door had never been opened. The room was very hot and stuffy. The oranges on the table were shriveled and almost moldy.

Sam asked, "Did the police say anything?"

Rebecca thought for a moment and said, "There were no signs of forced entry. They said Emily let the murderer in by herself."

Seeing the blood dripping and spraying all over the room, Rebecca, who was just an ordinary person, found it a little hard to accept it. As she spoke, she suddenly choked up.

Luke used his psychic powers to enhance his facial features, trying to find some useful clues, but the hot summer weather made the smell in the house extremely stinky, with a fermented and moldy smell everywhere.

He choked a few times at the strong smell, and quickly opened a door next to him to get some fresh air.

As soon as he opened the door, a black dog barked at him.

Luke was upset and glared at it fiercely. The pressure on his body was released and then disappeared. The dog, which was shouting loudly, suddenly clamped its tail, squeezed out a few drops of yellow liquid from under its body, and hid away whimpering.

Rebecca heard the noise, came over, looked at the black dog, and said, "It has changed. It was very well-behaved before."

Dean asked, "What does it mean when time changes?"

Rebecca thought for a moment and replied: "Probably around the time of the murder."

Dean nodded, returned to the house, and said to Sam: "When Zach's girlfriend was killed, the neighbor's dog next door barked like crazy."

Sam answered tactfully: "Animals are very sensitive to supernatural phenomena."

Dean continued: "Maybe the dog saw something that day."

Luke and Rebecca also returned to the room.

Sam asked to see the surveillance video, and Rebecca smiled awkwardly and said that she secretly took a copy of the video tape from the lawyer's office and kept it in her new home.

Several people rummaged around the scene for a while, only to confirm that this room was indeed the scene of the first crime. However, they still found no useful clues and decided to go back and check the video.

Luke went home first. Although it was important to solve the case, it was equally important to spend time with his parents. His detective skills were about zero, and it would not be helpful to mess around with him. Sam and Dean could first find clues and determine the target. , he can finally solve it.

If the Wen brothers have the ability to kill monsters and gain experience, they will probably not blame him for grabbing monsters.

Before leaving, he saw a photo of Rebecca, Sam and Zach on the refrigerator and took it away.

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Six days a day is basically the limit of my part-time job. If it still doesn't work and my grades keep falling, then there is really no other way. This is my last resort. . .