People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Gotta make money.

On an August afternoon, the sun was dazzling.

"Ding Dong"

"How do you do, is Mr. John Winchester at home?"

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

A woman in a dark blue floral dress stood in front of the iron gate with her hands twisted together.Through the screen, Duke could feel her uneasiness.

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 cases. Could you please contact Winchester?" Mister Sturt?"

Despite her anxiety, Melinda remained polite.

"An unusual event...that's a poor description." Duke thought to himself, and replied, "Sorry, John is away, so I can't get in touch."

"Oh."

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

Immediately, he lost all his strength, squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly.

I cried heartbreakingly.

Duke: "..."

He remembered that he asked John before, why do you want to be a witcher?John was smoking a cigarette at the time, 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: "Miss Melinda, maybe I can provide some professional advice on your 'unusual incident', please come in."

After speaking, press the door open button.

Hearing the young voice just now again, Melinda thought it was a hallucination, she looked up, just in time to hear the light "click" of the iron door.

It's the sound of the door opening.

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

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

The dark-haired teenager opened the front door.

too young.

Melinda was disappointed.

Duke: "Hello, Miss Melinda, I am Duke—the son of John, the person who spoke to you just now."

Melinda: "Hi, excuse me."

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

"You are not judged by your appearance, Miss Melinda."

"Also, it's all here."

Duke resorted to the top tactics in the "Dafa of persuading people" - come all come.

"Sorry," Melinda said, "I know...sorry...I..."

She was a little incoherent.

"Please come in."

Duke tried to appear decent and moderate.

I sigh in my heart.

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

"Ok."

Melinda followed Duke inside.

"Tea, or coffee?"

"casual."

"This is a three-flower tea made from 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 slept well recently?"

"Yes." Melinda said shyly, "My complexion must be very bad."

Her bags under the eyes can't be described as "lying silkworm", it's almost like "lying trough".

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

After taking a few sips of hot tea, Melinda felt much better because of psychological factors.Under Duke's guidance, she told what happened during this period.

Recently, Melinda and her family moved to Black Pine Township.

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

But the good times didn't last long, and strange things began to happen in the house: the lights flickered inexplicably, weird shadows, strange footsteps, cups and plates fell off the table and broke, and there was a knock on the door.

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

Melinda recalled it for a while and said, "Does it count three times every time?"

Banging on the door three times is considered a blasphemy against the Holy Trinity of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.If it weren't for Melinda's hallucinations, there were indeed unfriendly tenants living in the house or new ones.

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

last night.

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

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

At the time, Melinda was terrified.

"Robby?"

"Is that you, Robbie?"

She summoned up her courage and slowly leaned over.

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

Sudden.

He leans back.

Melinda felt her heart stop beating.

This is the second floor!

She lunged forward and grabbed Robbie before he fell.Melinda was terrified, holding her son and crying bitterly.

Duke glanced at Melinda's calf.

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

This is the characteristic of the human body breaking through the limit and overdrawing the life of cells.Melinda didn't feel it at this moment, and the sequelae would slowly show up, causing a bang.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

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

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

"James said that he didn't notice any abnormalities, and that I was stressed by moving to a new environment, and suggested that I see a psychiatrist. In fact, Robbie had no memory of what happened last night." Melinda smiled bitterly: "Sometimes I also Think, am I crazy?"

"I understand the general situation. Please leave the next thing 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 investigators, and then set a task reward based on the investigation results, and send the reward to the demon hunter after deducting the expenses.

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The cost of a complete set of guild services generally accounts for 10% to 30% of the commission, and the specific ratio depends on the difficulty of the task.

For novice witchers, this service is highly recommended.

There's a saying in the industry: "There are no reckless witchers"—meaning, all reckless witchers are dead.

He took two glass bottles from a cabinet by the wall.

"These are the seeds of the fire tree and the deep mountain well salt. Sprinkle the seeds on the door and window of the room, and sprinkle the well salt under the pillow. They are especially useful for spiritual things and will protect you."

"Miss Melinda, I know how to comfort you, but there is a saying in our business—"

"If demons exist, then gods must also exist, don't worry."

Duke let out a sigh of relief after sending away Melinda, who had a look in her eyes.

"Nice job, duke!"

Interpersonal relationship has never been an area Duke is good at. He is imitating John's movements, expressions and speaking methods when he was receiving guests before.

So far, the effect is good.

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

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

The call is connected.

"Nina, it's me, is it convenient to talk?"

"Hold on……"

Nina lowered her voice.

Duke heard trot's footsteps and the closing of the door, and after a while, he heard Nina's voice:

"All right, Duke."

A little out of breath.