Chapter 1017: Initial Clues

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

This was a very strange thing for a person who would not go to bed before three or four in the morning.

But he did not feel strange. Perhaps this boring conversation had a hypnotic effect?

Mike did not know. He just wanted to have a good sleep now.

Then

"How can we find that monster?"

Dean listened to everything Amber said, and his face became extremely solemn.

The monster that could not be killed and would become stronger and stronger with the fear in the sleeper's heart was completely different from the opponents the brothers had encountered before.

Moreover, dreams were also a very unfamiliar category for them, and their previous experience could not help at all.

"Maybe there is no need to look for it."

This was not what Amber was going to say.

Dean and Sam followed his gaze and looked to the side. They saw Mike, who had fallen asleep at some point, pinching his neck with fear on his face. His body was like a fish caught on the shore, flapping constantly.

"What should I do!!"

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

"You can try."

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

After Dean got the answer, he immediately rushed over with Sam to slap Mike's face and kept shouting his name.

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

"Help! Isn't he your friend?"

Dean turned his head and shouted.

Amber tilted his head, and then a trace of blue light appeared in his eyes.

A mental wave that ordinary people could not see spread out, and finally completely covered Mike.

After a few breaths, the black guy who was still 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 the limit of what we can solve at present. What do you say next? What do we do next?"

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

Amber smiled slightly.

"Let's make it clear first."

Sam continued.

"The good news is that Freddy should have just recovered not long ago, and his ability is not very strong."

Amber paused here, and then continued: "The bad news is that my move just now has alarmed this guy, and it may be a bit difficult to find him."

"Then what should we do?"

Dean asked immediately.

"Let's make a deal."

Amber answered irrelevantly, "I will get rid of this guy and help you ask him if he knows about your father."

"What will we pay?"

Dean asked in a deep voice.

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

Amber's smile on her face did not change: "I am very interested in this, but for some reason, I can't look for it everywhere, so are you willing to make this deal?"

"Okay! "

Dean agreed without much thought.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation."

When Mike woke up, it was already nine o'clock the next morning.

In fact, he should have been awake a long time ago, but because his mind was forcibly invaded by two big men, he has been sleeping until now.

"What are you doing! !"

Mike was startled when he just opened his eyes. Dean and Sam's two big faces were too close to each other, which scared him, plus the nightmare last night.

Hey, nightmare!

"Where is An? Where is my good brother? !"

Mike shouted on the bed, "This place is too weird. I was almost killed in my dream yesterday!"

"Mr. An went to do something."

Dean stood up, "It's to solve the problem you dreamed about."

"Oh? Why don't you go to help?"

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

"You are just simply scared, right? "

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

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

Mike breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but immediately reacted, staring and said: "I just want to help Mr. An!"

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

Sam was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"No, I will only be a hindrance if I go there at this time. By the way, have you 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 handed by Sam.

"Although it's cold, it's still edible."

He complained while chewing: "Is there a Coke? I want Coca-Cola! "

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

At the same time.

Amber on the other side came to a psychological treatment center.

The doorman 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 uncle who was immersed in his own world into the real world.

"It is very impolite to disturb others without authorization. In addition, I don't know any sleep consultation. I will give you three seconds and disappear from my vision immediately, otherwise I will let you... Oh! Maybe we can communicate well, no It must be so impulsive."

The black man, who was so angry that his voice was deformed, instantly became kind-hearted after seeing the black muzzle.

"You want to find a sleep consultation room, right? My daughter happens to work there. Her name is Mary. She is a very good girl. What's more important is that she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, if you."

"Tell me the way."

Amber was a little troubled by the old man's chattering: "Otherwise, my hands might not be able to twitch."

"Turn straight left and then walk along the corridor to the end!"

The black uncle said immediately.

Amber put away his pistol and strode towards the psychological counseling center.

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

According to his usual habit, he would definitely not give up until he scolded for a few minutes, but somehow, as soon as he finished speaking, a strong sleepiness came from his body, as if he hadn't slept for several days, so strong that he was fundamentally strong. Can't resist.

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