People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

[Sorry, sorry...it hasn’t been changed yet]

About 2 months ago, after stretching as usual, Duke prepared to get up.

Suddenly he froze for a moment.

I saw a mahogany box and a note on the bedside table.

[Sigh, when I saw this letter, Mary and I were probably enjoying the sunrise on the cruise ship deck.At the same time, I regret to tell you that for a long time to come, you will have to make money to support yourself.

——Love you John Winchester. 】

After reading it, Duke felt no fluctuation in his heart.

got used to.

Looking at his unfinished life——

six years old.

Orphanage.

John looked at Duke seriously: "Kid, follow us. You will travel on roads you have never traveled and experience scenery you have never seen. Are you willing to follow us?"

Duke looked at the candy in Mary's hand and nodded.

Since then, I have fallen into a trap.

John and Mary are husband and wife and demon-hunting partners.They drive around in a dilapidated RV and hunt for monsters, living a life of no fixed abode.

seven years old.

Duke's daily practice involves disassembling and assembling various firearms, including sniper rifles.

eight years old.

His birthday present was a mini witcher repeating crossbow and a ghoul tooth pendant.

12 is old.

Duke started directly from the seventh year. For this reason, the Winchesters bought a small building in Black Pine Town, but he was away 365 days out of 300 days a year, so Duke could only take care of himself.

So I got used to it.

Opening the mahogany box, you will find a demon hunting certificate.

The Demon Hunting Certificate is about the size of a business card, with a black background and gold rim and red fonts, making it look mysterious.In the upper left corner is Duke's bareheaded photo, and on the right is his identity information:

【Name】: Duke Winchester;

[Level]: Internship

[No.]: WBYT8955001

There is a line of words on the back, and Duke read it out: "Flesh and blood are like flowers and grass, glory is like an epiphyllum, the grass will wither, the flower will wither, death is not the end, just like the truth will last forever." 】

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Duke felt as if a bomb had detonated in his head, and then he lost consciousness.

Duke woke up, dizzy, as if he had a hangover.He took out his mobile phone and looked at the time:

【09: 54】

【June 6th, Saturday】

"It feels like a long time has passed, but I was only unconscious for 4 hours?"

The next moment, Duke first checked his body. All his limbs were intact, there were no obvious wounds on his body, and there were no traces of mental attacks.

But his whole body was weak and weak.

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

As if to confirm Mike's thoughts, his stomach growled.

Hunger came like a tidal wave.

After eating two extra large steaks and a pot of fruit juice, Duke lay on the sofa with a swollen belly.

Came alive.

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

After exhaling, Duke closed his eyes, and an ancient book appeared in his mind.

Duke's eyes shot open.

Books disappear.

"Hallucination, ha, ha."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Duke looked like a fat duck that had been strangled.

It’s all hallucination! ! !

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

Duke let out a breath and forced himself to calm down.

Close your eyes again.

The book appeared again, floating quietly in his mind.

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

As an illusion, it is really full of details.

Focusing his mind on the book, Duke silently said in his mind: "Open it!"

The book actually turned to the first page.

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

……

Time flies.

Two months later, Duke realized a serious problem - money was running out.

Gotta make money.

On an August afternoon, the sun was dazzling.

"Ding dong~"

"Hello, is Mr. John Winchester at home?"

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

A woman in a dark blue floral dress stood in front of the iron gate, clasping her hands together.Duke could sense her unease through the screen.

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 incidents. Could you please contact Winchester? Mr. Ste?"

Despite her anxiety, Melinda remained polite.

"An unusual event... really a poor description," Duke thought to himself, and replied, "Sorry, John is away from home and can't be contacted."

"Oh."

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

He suddenly lost all his strength and squatted on the ground, covering his face and crying loudly.

I cried heartbreakingly.

Duke: "..."

He remembered asking John before, why did he become a witcher?John was smoking a cigarette 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: "Ms. Melinda, maybe I can provide you with some professional consultation on your 'unusual incident', please come in."

After speaking, press the door button.

Hearing the young voice again, Melinda thought it was an illusion. She looked up and heard the iron door making a soft click.

It's the sound of the door opening.

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

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

The dark-haired boy opened the front door.

too young.

Melinda was disappointed.

Duke: "Hello, Miss Melinda, I'm Duke, son of John, the person who just spoke to you."

Melinda: "Hello, excuse me."

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

"You should never judge a person by his appearance, Miss Melinda."

"And it's coming."

Duke used the top tactic of "persuading people" - they came all the time.

"I'm sorry," Melinda said, "I know...I'm sorry...I..."

She was a little incoherent.

"Please come in."

Duke tried his best to appear decent and moderate.

Gu</span> sighed inwardly.

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

"Ok."

Melinda followed Duke inside.

"Tea, or coffee?"

"casual."

"This is three-flower tea made of 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 been sleeping well recently?"

"Yes." Melinda said sheepishly, "I must look very bad."

The bags under her eyes can't be described as "woe silkworm", more like "wtf".

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

After drinking a few sips of hot tea, Melinda felt much better, not sure if it was due to psychological factors.Under Duke's guidance, she told what she had experienced during this period.

Melinda and her family recently moved to Black Pine.

At first, everything was wonderful—the husband got a promotion and a raise, a good and affordable house, and the son made new friends.

But the good times didn't last long, and strange things began to happen in the house: lights flickered inexplicably, strange shadows, strange footsteps, cups and plates falling from the table and breaking, and the sound of banging on the door.

Duke suddenly interrupted: "Is there any pattern to the banging on the door?"

Melinda recalled it for a moment and said, "Does three hits each time count?"

Knocking on the door three times is considered a blasphemy against the Holy Trinity of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.If it wasn't Melinda's hallucination, then there were indeed unfriendly tenants living in the house or newly moved in.

Duke did not say his guess, but motioned for Melinda to continue.

last night.

Melinda woke up without warning.The door to the bedroom was open, and she heard her son Robbie crying. She rushed out of the bedroom and saw her son sitting on the window, facing in, with his feet dangling briskly.

"Mom, mom, dear mom, hee hee~" Robbie lowered his head and said in a strange voice.

At the time, Melinda was terrified.

"Robbie?"

"Robbie is that you?"

She mustered up her courage and slowly leaned over.

"Mom, it's me." Robbie raised his head with a strange smile.

Sudden.

He leaned back.

Melinda felt her heart almost stop.

This is the second floor!

She lunged forward and caught Robbie before he fell.Melinda was horrified, hugging her son and crying loudly.

Duke glanced at Melinda's calves.

The skin of the calf is pink, but the muscles are blue-grey.

This is a characteristic of the human body that breaks through its limits and overdraws cell life.Melinda didn't feel it at this time, and the sequelae would slowly show up, causing an impact.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

That's why she was able to hold her son back at the critical moment.

"There is a question." Duke said: "With so many things happening at home, where is your husband?"

"James said he didn't notice any abnormalities and said that I was under great pressure after moving to a new environment. He suggested that I see a psychiatrist. In fact, Robbie had no memory of what happened last night." Melinda smiled bitterly: "Sometimes I am too Wondering, am I crazy?”

"I understand the general situation. Please leave the rest to us."

Duke handed Melinda a card with the Witcher Guild's service hotline on it.

The customer service lady will collect a deposit according to the situation, send out investigators, and then set the task remuneration based on the investigation results. After deducting the fees, the remuneration will be given to the witcher.

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The guild's complete service fee generally accounts for 10% to 30% of the commission, and the specific proportion depends on the difficulty of the task.

For novice witchers, this service is highly recommended.

There is a saying in the industry: "There are no reckless witchers." - meaning, the reckless witchers are dead.

He took out two glass bottles from the cabinet on the wall.

"These are the seeds of the fire tree and deep mountain well salt. Scatter the seeds at the door and window of the room, and sprinkle the well salt under the pillow. They are particularly useful against spiritual things and will protect you."

"Miss Melinda, I know how to comfort you, but there's a saying in our business -"

"If the devil exists, then God must also exist, don't worry."

After sending Melinda away, who had a brighter look in her eyes, Duke breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well done, Duke!"

Interpersonal relationships have never been Duke's area of ​​expertise, and he is imitating John's movements, expressions, and speech patterns when he used to have guests.

So far, the effect is good.

After giving himself a thumbs up, Duke took out his cell phone and called Nina.

Nina is an independent investigator who is good at network technology. She is about the same age as Duke and is a pretty girl.

The call is connected.

"Nina, it's me, can I talk?"

"Hold on……"

Nina lowered her voice.

Duke heard trotting footsteps and the sound of a door closing. After a while, he heard Nina's voice:

"That's it, Duke."

A little out of breath.

"Long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

"Very good, how about you?"

"Not bad, I got the Witcher Internship Certificate?"

"Really?! You passed the trial?"

"No." Duke scratched his head and said, "My parents got one through their connections."

"Oh." Nina said, "But with your strength, it's easy to pass the trial."

Duke has been trained as a witcher since he was a child and is stronger than many official witchers. Passing the trial is really easy.

"It's like this. I took an order. Do you have time to help me investigate some situations?" After a brief greeting, Mike stated the purpose.

"I'm free, I must be free." Nina was a little excited.

By chance, she came into contact with the world of demon hunters, but she was just an ordinary person. She was born with asthma and it was almost impossible to become a demon hunter.Fortunately, she was very talented with computers, so she became an investigator.

She likes the supernatural and feels that this is the reality of the world.

"The Banks family: husband James, wife Melinda, son Robbie, they live at 6-06 Birch Street, Black Pine Town, and previously lived at 18 Baker Bay Green Road." Duke reported the information he asked To Nina.

"Copy that, give me two hours." Nina said confidently.

Chatted with Nina for a while.

hang up the phone.

A deposit of [-] was made into Nina's account.

Duke's mind pictured Nina's appearance: medium height, well-proportioned figure, long brown hair tied into big braids, beautiful features that could not be hidden by black-rimmed glasses, and a shy smile.

Dry mouth.

At this time, the teddy that was sunbathing at the door walked in, kicked off his back foot, and closed the door with a "snap".

"Boy, are you in heat? Do you want to mate?"

Teddy talks about people.

Duke's ears felt hot and he said one word very gently:

"Go away~"

Hearing this, Teddy rolled around on the ground.

A mean look.

Teddy's name is Boros, and he claims to be a descendant of Cerberus, the three-headed dog from hell.But according to John, Boros is a demon that possesses people. An error occurred when transferring the host, and he accidentally possessed Teddy, causing memory confusion and loss of abilities.

Boros signed a contract with the Winchester family and is currently a "working dog".

Boros asked: "What's for dinner?"

"Burgundy red wine braised beef, lobster sashimi, potato braised lamb, foie gras steak, winter solstice pudding..."

When Boros's saliva was about to drip, Duke said ruthlessly: "I don't have any of these. You can eat whatever you have."

"whispering sound!"

Boros raised his two feet, grabbed the remote control on the coffee table, walked upright and jumped onto the sofa, sitting like a human being.

Turn on the TV skillfully and tune into your favorite food program channel.

Watching and sucking.