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Chapter 1016 Bowing and Answering

Sam had argued with Dean about many things, but most of the time, he ended up being convinced, and this time was no exception.

The two brothers began to look for possible sources of information, such as bars, restaurants, and homeless people.
Sam, who had only eaten a little bread from day to night, was almost unable to hold on.

"Why is it that everyone's mouth in this damn place is like it's been glued shut, and they're not willing to say anything useful!!"

He sat beside the flower bed and complained loudly: "We should find a hotel to stay in now and wash off this damn stench. Oh! My nose is almost losing its sense of smell, Dean! Dean! I can't stand it!"

Unlike his frenetic brother, Dean, who was sitting on the other side, was much calmer, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"In fact, they have already given a very obvious answer."

"Um?!"

Sam, who was still chattering, was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Do you remember why those people drove us away during the day?"

"You can't ask me to understand what a bunch of psychopaths are thinking!"

"After we asked if anything strange had happened here, he didn't answer but became emotional. If nothing had happened, how could this happen? So there is only one possibility!"

"Not only did it happen, but it was also extremely terrifying?"

"That's right!"

Dean stood up slowly. "If we want to find a breakthrough, conventional methods may not work. We have to use some special means."

"Listen to you."

Sam agreed without hesitation: "I want to take a shower right after this!"

Dean ignored his next words and walked ahead to the other end of the street.

ten minutes later.

The angry man opened the door of his house. He had already made up his mind to teach the two homeless guys outside a lesson. In his hand was a metal baseball bat that he had bought a few years ago. If this thing hit someone, breaking bones would be the least of his problems.

However, when he saw the black muzzle of the gun in the other party's hand, the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished, and even his whole face became much kinder.

"Sir, please talk to me if you have anything to say. If you need money or food, I have some at home."

"No, I just wanted to ask you some questions."

Dean moved the gun and motioned the other party to go in.

When the three of them came into the house, the man first looked at the second floor with some concern, and then asked in a voice as calm as possible: "Sir, what do you want to ask?"

"Did something strange happen here many years ago?"

Dean asked immediately.

Hearing this, the man's expression changed, revealing an expression completely different from when he faced the pistol.

It was a fear that came from the very core of my being.

Dean was very familiar with this because it was exactly the same as the people he had seen before who had been hurt by evil spirits.

This cheered him up.

"Say!"

"No, you can't mention it, or else something terrible will happen!"

The man shook his head in pain: "Just shoot!"

Dean and Sam were both stunned.

He is not even afraid of death, but is afraid of that thing.

"Cough cough."

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Sam cleared his throat and came between the two of them.

"Actually, we are hunters who specialize in dealing with that kind of thing. The reason we came here is because we heard about a person who likes to be in dreams."

"Demon Hunter?" The man interrupted him and looked at the two brothers carefully. "That is not something you can handle. Please leave."

He also realized that he would not be harmed.

Sam wanted to say something else, but was pulled back by Dean. As brothers for so many years, he naturally knew what the other party meant by this action, so he did not insist and followed him out of the house.

With a loud bang, the open door was slammed shut, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was also locked from the inside.

"What should we do now?"

Sam put his hands on his hips, looking weak.

"Let's meet up, maybe they have news."

Dean hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give up his previous idea.

Of course Sam wouldn't refuse. He was already very tired, and what he wanted to do most now was to take a shower and then lie down in bed and have a good sleep.

Well, I need to eat something before that.

After half an hour.

Feeling refreshed and well-fed, Amber and Mike came to the car and saw the two brothers who looked even more disheveled than during the day.

"It seems like you guys are not very lucky."

Amber smiled softly, "Need some help?"

"Something really happened here, but no one is willing to talk about it. Some people even had guns pointed at their heads and would rather die than tell us."

Dean spread his hands helplessly: "Do you have any information over there?"

"Of course."

Amber looked at the two of them, "But before that, do you want to go and rest for a while? I booked a room for you and bought some food."

"Yeah."

Sam, who was squatting, stood up immediately.

So they walked along the street to a small hotel. The front desk clerk who was cleaning saw the Dean brothers and almost chased them out with a mop.

After learning that they were also guests, they asked for a little service fee, otherwise they would not give them the keys.

Dean still had some money on him. He was already extremely tired and didn't want to waste any more time. He paid the money readily and went to the room immediately after getting the key.

By the time the two brothers had finished everything, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Elm Street, which didn't have many people to begin with, seemed even more deserted at this moment. Only the occasional cooing of night owls could be heard, and the sound of the wind blowing in through the cracks in the glass gave it a rather eerie feeling.

"That's the thing. People here don't want to talk about what happened in the past."

Dean sat on the sofa and told them everything that had happened during the day.

Mike rolled his eyes and wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but when he saw Amber's calm expression, he forced himself to hold it back.

"Do you see a church on the south side of the block?"

Amber suddenly spoke up and said something that seemed completely unrelated.

"I have seen it, but there is no one there. Could it be..."

Dean frowned, and many possibilities suddenly occurred to his mind.

If this really happened in the church, it would be extremely tricky.

Because that kind of sacred place has a natural suppression on evil spirits and the like, so if nothing unexpected happens, it's fine, but once something happens, it cannot be solved by ordinary means.

"Many years ago, there were many mentally ill prisoners imprisoned in that church. The church was responsible for their care, but one day a careless nun was accidentally locked in the dungeon and stayed with those people for a whole night."

"What happened next? Died?"

"No, she's not dead. She's even pregnant."

(End of this chapter)