I used to believe in science

"Are you okay?" A voice sounded beside her. It was a man with green eyes, wearing a jacket and holding a wooden warehouse in his hand, squatting beside her and asking.

"I'm still alive." Antoinette replied subconsciously, without taking his eyes off his fingers.

"I'll help you." The man took the weapon in one hand, and stretched out the free hand to her, holding her bloody hand and pulling her up.

"It's completely dead." Antoinette heard another voice when he stood up.

It was another man, standing two steps away, looking down at the corpse. He was taller than both of them, with slightly long hair hanging behind his head. He was also wearing a jacket. Playing is undoubtedly the culprit of tinnitus in her ears.

"What do you need to say?" The man who helped her up walked over and took a look, then rolled his eyes and replied.

Nettie glanced through the gap between the two men's burly bodies, and saw half of the face that had been collapsed and a pool of blood on the ground, so she averted her eyes, and the other person kindly put the face on the living room sofa. Handed her the drapped towel.

Antoinette immediately took it and wiped her face, and then her entire towel was ruined.

"Hey, do you know what's going on now?" The slightly shorter man walked up to her and snapped his fingers to attract her attention.But the taller man disagreed very much. He put his hand on his companion's shoulder and said, "Dean, let her slow down." He pushed his companion away to Antoinette and guided her to sit on the sofa, And asked with concern, "Do you want to vomit?"

"..." Antoinette shook her head, pointed to the kitchen and said, "There is beer in the refrigerator, please bring me some." She couldn't stop looking in the direction of the corpse, but the man who called Dean walked away. Came over to block her view and said to the person behind him, "Sam, give me some too." Then he turned around and asked, "Do you know the man who attacked you?"

"I don't know." Antoinette shook his head.

"Really, what's interesting is that we heard that that guy is here to find you, to strike at you."

"Why? I haven't been back for a long time?" Antoinette blinked and asked suspiciously.

Dean shrugged and said he didn't know. "We're counting on you to answer."

"I..." Antoinette opened her mouth to answer, but she couldn't continue. The buzzing tinnitus that had been lingering in the back of her head since the gunshot had not subsided suddenly became louder, engulfing her like a tide ...

For a moment she felt like she couldn't breathe, but soon the tide receded and the humming faded into a discernible sound—someone calling her name.

Sam came back with a bottle of water and a can of beer, threw the beer to his brother, then unscrewed the cap of the water bottle before handing it to the girl, and said to her, "We got the news that someone wants you A thing in your hand, do you know what it is?"

"Yes, I know." Those blue eyes kept staring at the corpse lying on the ground, and when they turned back to face him after a while, something changed, and the previous softness disappeared in an instant.

Sam didn't even think about what was going on, the girl took the water bottle and started to move, she shook her hand, half of the bottle of water splashed on his face, and punched his left eye when his eyes were covered with water, He took two steps back to regain his footing, but was kicked in the jaw.And the girl has already passed him quickly, grabbing Dean's hand, a gunshot hit the ceiling, one leg was hooked around his neck and he was knocked down with force, and one hand twisted and locked his shoulder.

The girl subdued the two battle-hardened men with just one hand in less than ten seconds.

"So what are the werewolves looking for me for?" The girl's voice also changed, not the feeling of the voice line, but the inner feeling, vigilant and sensitive.

The deer turned into a wild wolf, and the blade was unsheathed.

When Antoinette woke up, she first realized that someone was knocking on her door. After a few thumps, she jumped off the bed and opened the door with bare feet.

Rhett's knocking hand stopped when the door opened. "Oh, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Antoinette realize that she looked a little embarrassed, she hadn't washed, her hair was disheveled, and the clammy feeling on her skin made her realize that she was sweating a lot.

"You don't look well." Rhett frowned carefully and asked when she didn't answer immediately.

Antoinette took a step back to let people in, and reached out to wipe his hair behind him, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

"Yesterday's case?" Rhett asked cautiously.

"No no no, it's just my own rich imagination." She shook her head and tried to smile at him to show that she was fine.The bad feelings in those dreams faded like water leaking from her fingertips, and as she woke up, all the details of the dreams were being forgotten.

She herself is also a psychology student, so it is easy to explain these, but it is just a mixture of her own powerlessness to reality and the delusion that she hopes to be strong.

She didn't want to talk about it, so she changed the subject.Only then did she realize that Rhett had changed.

Thanks to Rosie's help, Italian romance and high-society knowledge help Rhett to quickly acquire a suitable suit.And when Antoinette looked up and down, Reid wiped the non-existent folds on his chest uneasily, quite nervous, and turned around when Antoinette looked behind him, "I look stupid."

"Why?" Antoinette glanced up and down, tilted his head and blinked his eyes. "I think the clothes are perfect."

Rhett nodded, and after swallowing for a while, his eyes began to wander. He raised his right hand and made a motion to touch his head, but he paused before his hand touched the hair that was perfectly attached to the pomade, "Are you sure I Does it look okay? I mean, I've never been in one of these..."

Antoinette reached out and pulled his hand that was suspended in the air, and smiled at him, "I saw a perfect person, knowledgeable, wise and handsome. Even if you don't have confidence in yourself, can you have some confidence in my aesthetics?"

In fact, Antoinette doesn't mind what Rhett wears. If Rhett decides to be more comfortable and wear his usual look, she will cooperate.She is a Stark, thanks to Tony's image management over the years, people have an unimaginable tolerance for the lower limit of a Stark.

But Rhett was indeed perfect today, but Antoinette was a little unaccustomed to such a rigid imagination.

"..." Rhett looked at her for a while, then finally relaxed slowly and gave her a smile back and forth, "Thank you."

Antoinette smiled back, "As you can see, I'm not ready yet, so do you mind..."

"Oh oh oh," Rhett nodded suddenly, "I'll go back and wait, call me when you're good."

"No, no, no, we are hunters, not werewolves." Sam covered his eyes, that punch was not light, and would definitely leave a bruise tomorrow, but he has no time to take care of this now, he is too busy to hang his brother on the other side Dissuade each other before.

The other party didn't seem to be moved at all, and even increased the strength in his hands. He could even hear Dean's joints creaking.

"We can prove it!" Sam yelled and the other party slowed down.As he wished, the girl looked up at him.

Sam raised his hands, kept his gaze straight, and carefully approached the silver gun that Dean had thrown on the ground when he was captured.When he bent down to pick it up, the opponent frowned but didn't stop him, either because he had absolute confidence in his own strength or because he had seen through that he couldn't shoot.

Either way it's scary.

Sam continued to maintain eye contact, withdrawing the bullet, showing the girl "Look, silver bullet, you know werewolves should know that silver bullet can kill them."

"So you want to say that you killed that werewolf and saved me?" the girl asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes." Sam nodded, but the other party's expression was still serious, which made him realize that he hadn't persuaded the other party.He slowly put down the gun, his brain spinning wildly trying to find other ways to persuade the other party.

But the other party let go of his hand in the next second.

Dean stepped back quickly, leaning against the wall, coughing while rubbing his neck, glaring at Sam and asking what he did.

Sam will look confused and spread his hands.

"I know that gun, John Winchester, we met once." The girl straightened her hair that was messed up by the fight, and looked at the pattern on the silver gun in his hand.

"That's our father." Sam replied without losing time. "I'm Sam, and he's my brother Dean."

"Natalie Hope." The girl nodded.

"Beauty, do you have a dual personality or something? You can change your face faster than flipping through a book." Dean finally calmed down and asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Natalie rolled her eyes, picked up the mobile phone that had been on the sofa, simply pressed a shortcut key and put it next to her ear, and glanced at the body lying on the ground again. The corpse then walked to the cabinet under the TV in the living room, rummaged through it, found a box wrapped in kraft paper, and unwrapped it with one hand while holding the phone.

Dean and Sam stepped forward curiously, and saw that there was only a cardboard box under the kraft paper, and there was a small box inside, and when the small box was opened, there was nothing inside.

So everyone was silent.

It seemed that someone finally picked it up, and Natalie asked straight to the point, "Konstantin, what did you send me last time?"

Something was said at the other end, and it seemed that the girl was not satisfied, so she narrowed her eyes and her tone became severe, "Someone has already sent a killer to silence it, and you still want to tell me 'nothing'?"