[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Crawford walked through the woods with a flashlight. The tall birch trees seemed less dazzling in the night, and the broad green leaves sounded.

The beam of the flashlight swayed and hit the ground and tree trunks, leaving a series of circular light spots.

The light was shining in front of him, but there was wet and muddy rotting leaves under his feet. Crawford tripped over an invisible stone, staggered a few times, and stopped in place.

He turned the light of the flashlight in several directions, turned it around, and looked around.

The sound of the raven flapping its wings on the branch attracted the light, but soon, Crawford looked away from the raven again, took out his phone, and found Will's name in the address book.

A few seconds after the call was made, the electronic phone rang suddenly in the silent woods in the middle of the night.

Crawford walked towards the direction where the bell rang, and the bell was hung up after more than ten seconds, but he already had a direction.

Will is here.And... still alive.

The thought unconsciously slowed Crawford down.Crawford was still approaching slowly when the flashlight's spot hit Will's face.

Will raised his hand to block the glare of the white light, and he gave up after seeing the person clearly. Instead of covering his eyes with his hand, he just closed his eyes, leaned his back against a tree trunk, and sat on the bed covered with brown paper from the previous year. land of black fallen leaves.

The lamp post of the flashlight flicked and found a body with a hole in the head.

Crawford heard himself sigh, but said the next moment, "You're still alive."

"You too." Will twitched the corners of his mouth, but it was definitely not a smile. He closed his eyes and moved his shoulders.Putting the back of his head and shoulders at an angle against the tree trunk gave him a sore neck, but he didn't feel it until Crawford started talking to him.A living man has finally pulled his consciousness back to the real world, not a fabricated fantasy.

Crawford stopped not far away, looking down at Will, his shirt was covered with lumps of mud, and his hands were too, but the blood stains on the cotton shirt had dried and hardened, if it took a while longer Time, before Will cleans them, they will slowly dry out and begin to fall off in pieces.

Crawford was afraid that if he didn't come, Will might really sit here forever, guarding Muke's body.

The blood wasn't from Will's own wounds, he wasn't hurt, not even in that big explosion.

Crawford sighed again, raised his head and cast his eyes on the sky between the shades of the trees. In fact, it is not completely dark now, the sun will rise in an hour and a half, and its light has already leaked faintly. The night turns bluer.

"They brought me back, what kind of cultivator and ability user department."

"The monks and superpower holders guarantee the safe deployment of management." Will said, his voice was inevitably hoarse

"You already knew." Crawford looked at the ruby ​​ring that was shattered into small pieces in Will's hand, "You will indeed do this, but why?"

"I'm even more curious, they didn't erase your relevant memory."

"They didn't. When I died," Crawford paused, "after I died, I saw Death. I didn't expect it to be a young woman. She told me what happened to me after I died." Where to go, I was actually thankful that I went to heaven to wait for Bella first. They showed up at that time, talked to death for a while, put my soul back into the body. Then let me go."

"Where are Hannibal and Abigail?"

"They said it was a mismanagement. But souls in hell will not be brought back."

"Hell." Will drew out what sounded like a sigh.

"I didn't see the bodies of you and Muke there, but when the explosion happened, I saw the golden light expand into a cover to protect you. I think you are not dead, and you can't go too far."

Crawford looked at the dead body lying at Will's feet, and Will carried him to this place, perhaps dragging him for a while, the blood from the bullet hole between his eyebrows running down the contour of his face, Along the neck, it flowed into the clothes in several streams, but all of them had dried into black and red.

It hasn't been too long, so no corpse spots have appeared yet.

"He's dead," said Crawford.

"I discussed it with him, and he said that gun couldn't kill him." Will opened his eyes, and Crawford's flashlight had been turned to the other side, and the light was not dazzling.

"but now……"

"Don't ask me, I don't know." Will nodded his head, leaning the top of his head against the tree trunk, and he saw the sky was a pale blue like a hyacinth.

"Those people didn't tell me anything, but they didn't bring him back. Maybe he really died."

"No." Will frowned slightly with doubts, "I feel that he is somewhere outside, but I don't know where. As long as the soul does not dissipate, he is still alive."

The raven uttered a short chirp and flapped its wings, leading the other bird across the woods, across the sky as Will could see.The feeling of being shrouded in darkness is most obvious when the morning light is faint.

"Have you brought a lighter?" Will asked.

"Bring it?" Crawford didn't know why, and handed the lighter in the bag to Will.

Will directly ignited the corpse on the ground, "This is just a bondage, no one needs it."

Then he stood up and walked past Crawford, who missed Will's collar with his outstretched hand, but Will stepped back, turning to look at Crawford and the flames who were quickly caught by the flames. The burning corpse said, "Remember not to let the fire burn the trees."

"what?"

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"what."

Sam and Dean sat up at the same time, stuffing fresh air into their chests with big gulps, and they looked at each other, looking at each other's white collared gowns with oriental flavor.

One second they were discussing with the angel Joshua in the garden of God where God has gone, and the next second, they were pulled back into their own bodies.

The two of their bodies were placed on two parallel rectangular metal test benches. Looking around, there was cold blue light, clean glass that looked like special effects, and various large experimental instruments, as well as the specimens placed on the bench. The bottle made Dean think for a moment that he was captured by some evil organization and put on the test bench for dissection.

Sam glanced at the specimen bottle closest to him. It contained a piece of jade-like white flake. There were a few Chinese characters written on the label. Sam only barely recognized a dragon character, which appeared frequently in Chinatown. Sam could recognize its shape too.

"Dragon or something..." Sam murmured.

"A piece of dragon scale." A voice suddenly came from behind the two of them. Sam and Dean were alert for a moment, turned around and turned down the experimental platform, watching Zhao Hanzang who was slowly walking over.

Zhao Hanzang whispered a few words to the experimenters following him to let them leave first, then waved his hand, and used magic to change the two cold experimental tables into two armchairs, "Sit first. My name is Zhao Hanzang, this is the Department of Security Management and Security for Cultivators and Superpower Holders, the North American Branch, and I am the head of the branch."

Dean touched the back of the chair, and after confirming that it was really a chair, he sat down with Sam, "Did you kill a dragon?"

Zhao Hanzang sat on the chair opposite them, was silent for a while, and said, "That's my scales, they are used as experimental materials."

"A dragon, aha." Dean nodded slowly, well, they have already been to heaven, met angels and demons, and by the way, witnessed the power of Mu Ke's self-disclosure, met a dragon that can speak human language, No surprise there, right? "Can you explain to us why, my brother and I appeared here, and we were still lying on the experimental table when we woke up."

Zhao Hanzang said, "We are negotiating with heaven, and we need to maintain the basic activity of the physical body before returning your soul, so you are temporarily placed here."

"Get the soul back from heaven?" Sam asked.

Zhao Hanzang nodded, "Abiding by the rules must be based on the facts. Now is not the time for you to go to heaven."

"But sadly, we got killed," Dean said, "and seriously, heaven is better than hell."

"This is what I want to say. Here, the Ministry of Repair and Safety solemnly apologizes to you two. Our management mistakes caused this accident, so follow-up matters will also be handled by us."

Zhao Hanzang's attitude is not necessarily humble, but it does not make people feel arrogant, on the contrary, it is very sincere.

This made Dean and Sam a little uncomfortable. After all, although the two of them were blown to heaven, they were the ones who shot first. The two of them hadn't encountered such a good government department for a long time.

"Are you talking about Muke's explosion, or his previous murder?"

"Neither. His...explosion this time," Zhao Hanzang considered for a while, and accepted their description, "It was a stressful behavior, and it was not anyone's fault. But we will deal with the follow-up repair matters, and Mu Ke will act as a The duties of the Exotic Soul History are in line with the current laws of the underworld, and there is no mistake."

"But extracting other people's souls at will is in line with the law of the underworld? Seriously? Sammygirl wouldn't use this kind of law," Dean said, and then he was hit on the arm by Sam.

"So he is selective, and the selection criteria do not depend on him. Moreover, the revision of the laws and regulations of the underworld has been discussed, and they are too old." Zhao Hanzang remained calm, "During the whole incident, our side The problem is that we have interfered too much with the progress of the apocalypse between heaven and hell, simple information exchange is not a problem, but you two important figures cannot be involved too much."

"We are not important."

"You are very important, I see your destiny."

"What's that?" Sam asked curiously.

"I can't say. All futures are just probability events. I saw one of them. Once I say it, the probability will change. Mu Ke can see the exact parallel world line, but I only have a rough estimate."

"We went back to Muke again." Dean spread his hands.

Before he continued, Zhao Hanzang said, "I know your concerns. His current job is morally deficient in some aspects, so we understand your use of Colt guns. However, we also have ours. considerations, and our fear of his danger, makes the moral inadequacy seem trivial."

"Sorry? I thought he was one of yours."

"He is now. But in the beginning we considered, as you do, whether there was anything that could do to Mukko what a Colt gun does to ordinary magical beings. Sadly, there is nothing like that in the world. We had to change tactics."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "You mean, he's not dead?"