infinite loop

At this moment, the barmaid Irene has been secretly watching the two customers for a long time.

They walked in side by side through the cracked door half an hour ago, just casually ordered two glasses of cold beer and drank them quickly, as if that was not the purpose of coming here.After that, one of them wiped his mouth and sat in front of the bar, and the other chatted aimlessly among the few customers around the round tables.

Just one glance at the guy who's huddled into the punching crowd before looking away, and Erin's full attention is on this guy with the short brown hair and green eyes at the bar—oh god, he's fucking hot up.

Looking at the shoulder muscles and tight waistline that propped up the suit, she felt a long-lost desire to move from the bottom of her heart, burning every blood vessel and every inch of skin in her body.

She thought she might have been abstinent for too long.

"Good morning, is there anything I can do for you?"

Hanging the clean and bright glass on the cup holder above the bar, she wiped her fair and slender hands with a white towel, and leaned on the counter in a uniform with three buttons missing on her upper body, facing the young brown-haired man. The man blinked.

"Good morning. This is Dean Decepticon, Chief of the Municipal Fire Department."

The beautiful moss-green eyes immediately looked at her as she wished, and the other party put his left hand on the corner of his mouth and coughed symbolically twice, his eyes focused on the shallow ravine that appeared and disappeared on her chest. Quickly opened the suit jacket, took out something similar to a business card from the inner pocket and held it in front of her eyes, "As you can see, I'm here for business. But if you have time after work, we can talk again A little personal matter . . . so, do you know Emily Rose?"

Oh, of course she knows that bloody bitch... Erin thought viciously.But it can't be her fault, who told Rose, the widow who runs the hotel, to seduce her live-in boyfriend during her stay, and still want to take all the money from her into his own hands?

What did the head of the city fire brigade do with that slut?

"Actually, I am Emily Rose." She was so curious that she couldn't help lowering her eyes and replied casually.

"you?"

The man who called himself Dean looked her over from head to toe, turned around and snapped his fingers to greet the person who had entered the door with him before, and then pushed that person's shoulders forward, curling up half of his mouth, "He It's my subordinate, Sam Bumblebee, the cleaner from the fire brigade. Sam, this is the 'Emily Rose' we're looking for—a widow who still has her charms, obviously." The last He deliberately lowered his voice for half a sentence, but Irene caught it all in his ears.

She looked down at Dcup's chest, which she was so proud of, and a smug smile flashed across her eyes.

"So……"

Sam took a quick glance at her face, frowned imperceptibly, and pulled out a thin-covered notebook from his pocket. "You run that motel above the bar, right, Mrs. Rose?"

"Yes."—and "I" is obscene and dirty, and I also like to seduce tenant men.

Thinking of this, Irene felt that the burning meaning in the blood became clearer, and she could even feel the steaming heat attacking the internal organs and bones.

This is not quite right...

Dean changed to a more comfortable sitting position, woke up like a dream after his younger brother coughed hard, and asked with a straight face, "There have been three cases of suicide in your hotel this month. Yes. I think you should be very clear about this, right?"

No, no... This feeling is obvious...

"...Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable." No longer able to think too much about the question he raised, Irene moved her lips and struggled to finish speaking as fast as she could. After opening the door of the bar, she staggered out She came out and staggered up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor—it was a rough and cheap motel, and her temporary room was at the end of the corridor.

But she couldn't get into the room anymore.

Dean and Sam follow her, and the first thing that comes into view is the scene of her lying unconscious in the doorway.

Sam took half a step forward to help her up, but was stopped by Dean who raised his hand very quickly. Before the latter could make an explanation, the barmaid Irene's pores all over her body suddenly burst with high-heat steam visible to the naked eye. A wisp of water mist floated into the air, and in the next second, dazzling flames rushed out from the inside of her body through every hole!

——Accompanied by the shrill scream, her whole body was burned into a ball of fire.

"Damn!"

Turning his face away and couldn't bear to watch, Dean cursed loudly and loosened the tie that bound his neck, and kicked viciously at the dirty yellow wall in agitation.

"Dean..." After a while, Sam's slightly trembling voice came from behind.

The person whose name was called turned his face angrily, "What?"

"Look at this Mrs. Emily Rose, she..." Sam forced himself to remain calm, squatted down until the flames had completely faded, and poked Irene's pale face with her hand, "She is the same as those burnt flames we saw before." Scorched bones are completely different!"

"...How is this possible...!" Dean surrounded him in three steps and two steps, squatted beside him, and carefully studied the body that had been violently burned but was still intact.

Suddenly, the corpse opened its eyes.

……

Su Li raised her eyebrows slightly as she looked at the two dumbstruck strangers in front of her.

She looked around, and almost immediately confirmed that this place was not a good place—the floor seemed to have been left unattended for years and was full of oil stains, and there were layers of sticky cobwebs in the corners of the room, and the spiders were climbing up on their slender legs. The fiery red door leaves, the number plates on each door are crooked, and the numbers are becoming more and more blurred due to the washing of dust.

It seems to be a motel or some other youth hostel... In short, it can't get out of this category.

In short, let her figure out a way to figure out the current situation first—and these two guys who are obviously a little dazed are undoubtedly the best people to ask questions.

"I said..." As soon as Su Li raised one hand, the two people on the opposite side reflexively dodged backwards vigilantly, but they lost their balance and fell to the ground.

"Mrs. Rose, you... are you still alive?"

Rubbing his sore lower back, Sam stood up first, then bent over and stretched out his hands to pull Dean up, and asked tentatively to the woman with a clear face who was still lying on the ground.

"I'm alive, but I don't remember who I am."

Su Li casually made up a lie to deal with the onlookers who didn't know the truth. Su Li turned over and sat up on one hand. The sharp pain like a knife in the bone marrow was transmitted to the nerves, and her scalp went numb for a while.

"Don't be kidding, the *** just burned your brain cells? That's all?"

Dean held his forehead with one hand, his tangled expression flickered on his face for a long time, and finally let out a breath of compromise, "...well, your name is Emily Rose, and you are the proprietress of this motel."

"And still working in the bar downstairs-although we don't quite understand why." Sam accepted the reality faster than his brother, shrugging and adding.

"...By the way, there's one more thing—unexpectedly, we will introduce ourselves again after 5 minutes." Sam thought for a while, and then continued, "I'm Sam Decepticon, and this is my Boss Dean Bumblebee, we're from the Municipal Fire Department."

Dean's eyes widened suddenly, and he leaned close to Sam's ear and whispered dissatisfiedly, "Wait, wait Sam, this is not the same as what we agreed—didn't we say that I am Batian before leaving the door?" Tiger, are you a bumblebee?"

"I prefer the Decepticons, okay?" Sam pushed his face aside relentlessly.Dean scratched his head and froze in place annoyed and unconvinced.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, seeing that they didn't intend to speak again, Su Li nodded politely, "Thank you for providing so much useful information."——Although she didn't see where it could be used.

"No offense, ma'am - your ex-husband died a year ago, followed by a long-term tenant downstairs, and finally your new boyfriend. We found some ulterior connections in this chain of cases. .”

Sensing that she intended to end the conversation, Sam hurriedly stepped forward and looked into her eyes seriously and sincerely, "In any case, we have concluded from these clues that you are in danger—Mrs. .”

"Danger? What danger?" Su Li stopped her plan to step away - the news sounded much more useful than before, and it might give her a better understanding of the situation of the owner of this body.

...and, preferably, life-threatening.She thought so again.

"Life is in danger." Sam replied solemnly, with clear and warm stag eyes clearly projecting a warning.

...that would be great.

"Thank you for reminding me, I will be more careful." Su Li said perfunctorily, glanced at the window rail at the end of the corridor, confirmed that she was on the second floor, then turned around and planned to go down to the first floor to check the situation, with Sam and Di When Eun passed by, she clearly noticed that they seemed to want to stop her, but pretended to ignore it.

She found the only staircase leading to the first floor with almost no effort, but was surprised to find that it was tightly locked by an iron fence with narrow gaps.

The perennial lights hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor began to flicker for no reason, and the blue sky outside the window, which was originally at noon, was completely swallowed up by the thick darkness at some point.

"……Oops!"

Knowing that this vision was a sign of the sudden appearance of ghosts, Dean gritted his teeth, walked quickly to the stairs to check the situation, turned his head and said to Su Li, "Please try to move with us, Ross Ma'am. Also, I think we need some salt..."

Su Li looked back at him inexplicably: "What do you want salt for? Cooking soup?"

However, behind what she couldn't see, a group of black shadows rushed up silently——

The author has something to say: That’s right, in fact, Su Mei is wearing Irene, not the proprietress Emily... It’s just that the Wen family brothers and Su Mei themselves don’t know [Hey!

Girls who haven’t read SPN Chapter [-] XD can try to read it, the overhead world view is not the same as the original main line, so it doesn’t affect reading at all, just read it as an original supernatural story [wait

A little addition for those girls who haven't read the original:

Dean Decepticon and Sam Bumblebee are pseudonyms, they are not the head of the fire brigade and the cleaners of the fire brigade XD The real identity is a hunter who hunts ghosts and protects civilians from evil spirits. The real name is w Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester, the elder brother's flirtatious value in the early stage is Max, and he likes Asian beauties with big breasts. The younger brother is relatively more stable, and from time to time he has to wipe the ass of the brother who loves trouble XDDD

Ps To make a digression, the plot and character design of the last few seasons of SPN after the abuse are not as good as before. QAAAQ. How good is the plot of the two brothers’ simple hunting of ghosts at the beginning. When it comes to the main storyline of saving the world, I feel nervous guilty...