People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Duke read directly from the seven-year period. For this reason, the Winchesters bought a small building in Black Pine Town, but they were away 365 days out of 300 days a year, and Duke could only take care of himself.

So get used to it.

Opening the mahogany box, he found a demon hunting certificate.

The size of the witch hunting certificate is about the size of a business card, with a black background and gold border, and red fonts, which looks mysterious.In the upper left corner is a photo of Duke without a hat, and on the right is his identity information:

【Name】: Duke Winchester;

[Level]: Internship

【Number】：WBYT8955001

On the back is a line, which Duke read out: [Flesh and flesh are like flowers and grass, glory is like epiphyllum, grass will wither, flowers will wither, death is not the end, just like truth lasts forever. 】

boom!

As soon as the words fell, Duke felt as if a bomb had detonated in his head, and then lost consciousness.

Duke woke up, dizzy and hungover.He took out his phone and looked at the time:

【09: 54】

【June 6th, Saturday】

"It feels like a long time has passed, but he was only in a coma for 4 hours?"

The next moment, Duke checked his body first. His five limbs were still alive, and there were no obvious wounds on his body, and no signs of mental attack.

But he was limp and weak.

"Am I... hungry?" Duke frowned.

As if to confirm Mike's idea, his stomach made a "cuckoo" cry.

Hunger came like a tide.

After eating two large steaks and a pot of Guozhen, Duke lay on the sofa with his stomach full.

Came alive.

"Let's go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow." Duke felt that he should be more cautious.

Taking a breath, Duke closed his eyes, and an ancient book appeared in his mind.

Duke snapped his eyes open.

Books disappear.

"Illusion, ha, ha ha."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Duke's expression was like a fat duck being strangled by the neck.

They're all hallucinating! ! !

The hospital... let's go right away.

Duke exhaled, forcing himself to calm down.

Close your eyes again.

The book reappeared, quietly suspended in his mind.

The brown book cover is like wrinkled skin, with the title of the book written in ancient script: [Book of Proverbs] on the top, and dove egg emeralds inlaid underneath.

As an illusion, it is really full of details.

Concentrating on the book, Duke silently said: "Open!"

The book actually turned to the first page.

"It seems that it's not as simple as an illusion." Duke narrowed his eyes.

……

Time flies.

Two months passed, and Duke realized a serious problem—money was running out.

Gotta make money.

On an August afternoon, the sun was dazzling.

"Ding Dong"

"How do you do, is Mr. John Winchester at home?"

A voice came from the communicator at the iron gate of the yard.

A woman in a dark blue floral dress stood in front of the iron gate with her hands twisted together.Through the screen, Duke could feel her uneasiness.

Duke pressed the call button: "Hello, John is not here, do you have an appointment?"

"No." The woman in the long skirt said anxiously: "My name is Melinda Banks. I was introduced by an acquaintance. She said that Mr. Winchester is good at solving some... unusual cases. Could you please contact Winchester?" Mister Sturt?"

Despite her anxiety, Melinda remained polite.

"An unusual event...that's a poor description." Duke thought to himself, and replied, "Sorry, John is away, so I can't get in touch."

"Oh."

Through the iron gate, Melinda looked at the small red brick building, and felt that the whole world was covered with bloody red.

Immediately, he lost all his strength, squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly.

I cried heartbreakingly.

Duke: "..."

He remembered that he asked John before, why do you want to be a witcher?John was smoking a cigarette at the time, and said something very deep that did not answer the question:

"People who are in despair are not hopeless, they just need someone to help them."

"Miss Melinda, it looks like you need someone to help you."

"And you have to make money."

Duke pressed the call button: "Miss Melinda, maybe I can provide some professional advice on your 'unusual incident', please come in."

After speaking, press the door open button.

Hearing the young voice just now again, Melinda thought it was a hallucination, she looked up, just in time to hear the light "click" of the iron door.

It's the sound of the door opening.

She pushed open the iron gate and walked into the yard.

There was a bully dog ​​lying on the front door of the house. When it saw Melinda, it just raised its eyelids, turned over calmly, and changed its sleeping position.

The dark-haired teenager opened the front door.

too young.

Melinda was disappointed.

Duke: "Hello, Miss Melinda, I am Duke—the son of John, the person who spoke to you just now."

Melinda: "Hi, excuse me."

Duke probably guessed what Melinda was thinking, smiled slightly, and said:

"You are not judged by your appearance, Miss Melinda."

"Also, it's all here."

Duke resorted to the top tactics in the "Dafa of persuading people" - come all come.

"Sorry," Melinda said, "I know...sorry...I..."

She was a little incoherent.

"Please come in."

Duke tried to appear decent and moderate.

I sigh in my heart.

Communication is not really my area of ​​expertise.At this moment, he was just imitating John.

"Ok."

Melinda followed Duke inside.

"Tea, or coffee?"

"casual."

"This is a three-flower tea made from chrysanthemum, honeysuckle, and jasmine." Duke brewed a cup of hot tea with a faint aroma. "It has the effect of reducing fire and calming the mind. Have you not slept well recently?"

"Yes." Melinda said shyly, "My complexion must be very bad."

Her bags under the eyes can't be described as "lying silkworm", it's almost like "lying trough".

Duke remembered what Mary said, there is a kind of lie called a white lie, so he smiled and said, "Fortunately, it's just a little haggard."

Chapter 347 Chemical Knowledge

"vomit!"

The sand man opened his mouth and spit out a pile of sand mixed with a black substance.

The black substance is the magnetic sand.

Since it is disobedient, it is a good way to eliminate it.But, why do you have to spit it out with your mouth?For sandmen, it's actually the same where they come from...

It can only be said that this person doesn't seem very smart, or he is just a disgusting person.

"Is it okay?"

Peter asked.

Because Thor has no idea of ​​​​stopping the Sandman.

"It's okay, I'm just trying a little bit, I don't expect to beat him with this."

Thor is very confident, and defeating General Deathblade made him a lot more confident.This kind of self-confidence is not the kind of self-confidence that reads success books or listens to success lectures, and the whole person is bloody but not long-lasting, but the kind that radiates from the inside out and is natural.

"Okay, that's the end of the chat, I'll settle him first." Sol said he had to get down to business, then turned around and asked, "Why haven't you been to Stark Tower in the past week?"