1 me traveling through time at the same time

Chapter 1017 The first clues appear

Mike looked at the people who were talking in the room. He felt a little bored and a little sleepy, and his eyelids were getting heavier.

This is a very strange thing for someone who doesn't go to bed until three or four in the morning.

But he didn't feel strange. Perhaps this boring conversation had a hypnotic effect.
Mike didn't know, he just wanted to have a good sleep now.

then
"How are we going to find that monster?"

Dean's face became extremely solemn as he listened to everything Amber said.

This monster, which cannot be killed and grows stronger with the fear in the sleeper's heart, is completely different from any opponent the brothers have encountered before.

Moreover, dreams are a very unfamiliar subject to them, and previous experience is of no help at all.

“Maybe we don’t have to look for it.”

This was not what Amber originally wanted to say.

Dean and Sam followed his gaze and looked to the side, only to see Mike, who had fallen asleep at some point, pinching his neck with fear on his face, his body struggling like a fish caught on the shore.

"what to do!!"

Dean stood up immediately, "Should we wake him up?"

"You can try."

Amber narrowed his eyes slightly. He could sense a very faint evil aura lingering in the room, and its source was Mike who was having a nightmare.

Dean got the answer and immediately rushed over with Sam, slapping Mike in the face and shouting his name.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't wake him up.

"Help me! Isn't he your friend?"

Dean turned around and yelled.

Amber tilted her head, and then a hint of blue appeared in her eyes.

A mental power wave that ordinary people cannot see spread out and finally completely covered Mike.

After a few breaths, the black guy who had been struggling and almost strangled himself to death calmed down.

"successful"

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry for what I said before. This matter is beyond our current ability to resolve. Whatever you say next, we'll do it."

"One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

Amber smiled slightly.

"Say it first."

Sam answered.

"The good news is that Freddy has probably just recovered not long ago, and his abilities are not that strong."

Amber paused for a moment, then continued, "The bad news is that my move just now has alarmed this guy, so it may be a little difficult to find him."

"What to do?"

Dean asked immediately.

"Let's make a deal."

Amber answered irrelevantly, "I'll take care of this guy and ask him if he knows anything about your father."

“So what do we have to pay?
Dean asked in a deep voice.

"In the coming days, if you encounter similar situations, just tell me as soon as possible."

Amber's smile remained unchanged. "I'm very interested in this, but for some reason, I can't find it anywhere. So, are you willing to make this deal?"

"can!"

Dean agreed immediately without much thought.

"Then I wish us happy cooperation."

"It's a pleasure working with you." When Mike woke up, it was already nine o'clock the next morning.

In fact, he should have woken up long ago, but because his brain was forcefully invaded by two big men, he has been in a coma until now.

"What are you doing!!"

Mike was startled when he just opened his eyes. Dean and Sam's faces were too close to him, which scared him. Add to that the nightmare last night.
Hey, nightmare!

"Where's An? Where did my good brother go?!"

Mike yelled in bed, "This place is so weird, I was almost killed in my dream yesterday!"

"Mr. An is out on business."

Dean stood up straight, "Just to solve uh, solve the things you dream about."

"Oh? Then why don't you go and help?"

Mike immediately said: "My brother can't live without me, take me to find him!"

"Are you just simply scared?"

Sam saw the panic and fear in his eyes: "Don't worry, Mr. An said that guy won't come out during the day."

After saying that, he hesitated for a moment, then added: "At least he won't come out when he's sober."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, but then he reacted immediately and said with wide eyes, "I just wanted to help Mr. An!"

"Then you go find him? He should be..."

Sam was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"No, I'll just be a hindrance if I go over there now. Anyway, have you guys eaten? Is there anything else to eat here? I feel like I can swallow a cow. Oh, damn hamburger, I hate it!"

Although Mike said this, his hands were not slow and he quickly took the food that Sam handed to him.

“It’s cold, but you can still eat it.”

He complained as he chewed: "Any Coke? I want Coca-Cola!"

The Dean brothers looked at each other and ignored this guy.

at the same time.

On the other side, Amber came to a psychotherapy center.

The gatekeeper outside was an old black man. He was sitting in the booth, chewing gum and speaking something quickly in a very rhythmic tone.

"Hello, which way is the sleep consultation room?"

Amber knocked on the glass and pulled the black man, who was immersed in his own world, into the real world.

"It is very rude to disturb others without permission. Besides, I don't know what sleep consultation is. I give you three seconds to disappear from my sight immediately, or I will let you... Oh! Maybe we can have a good communication. There is no need to be so impulsive."

The black man, who was so angry that his voice was distorted, suddenly became kind after seeing the black muzzle of the gun.

"Looking for a sleep consultation room, right? My daughter happens to work there. Her name is Mary. She's a very nice girl. More importantly, she doesn't have a boyfriend. If you..."

"Show me the way."

Amber was a little annoyed by the old man's endless chatter: "Otherwise my hands might twitch uncontrollably."

"Go straight, turn left, and walk all the way down the corridor!"

The black man said immediately.

Amber put away the gun and strode into the psychological counseling center.

The black man looked at his back and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground fiercely, "Damn kid, you will definitely be in trouble. You dare to point a gun at an old man!"

According to his usual habit, he would not stop until he had been cursing for a few minutes, but he didn't know why, as soon as he finished a sentence, he felt a strong sense of sleepiness from inside his body, as if he hadn't slept for several days, so strong that he couldn't resist it at all.

Snoring and screams of terror were soon heard in the pavilion.

(End of this chapter)