A suburb outside Lincoln, Nebraska, United States.

The sky is full of sunshine, and a gentle breeze blows across the earth, and the green wheat fields growing on the undulating surface are rippling.

The hardworking old farmer was walking on the narrow ridges between the wheat fields, scanning the neat crops around him. Occasionally, he would stop and wait and see, and then show a satisfied smile.

A little white Labrador dog followed quietly behind the farmer. The owner walked away. When the owner stopped it, he sat on the soil, looked up at everything around him, and quietly stuck out his tongue.

Deep in the dense green wheat fields, surrounded by a few birch trees, is a rectangular white-topped house, a courtyard warehouse, and wooden white-painted railings encircle all living areas and separate them from the farm.

On the edge of the distance, similar wooden houses stand quietly, which is the residence of the farmer - although it is quite far away, it is considered a neighbor.

The weather is good today, so the old farmer in poor health rarely walks the dog outside for a while. After a little breath, he thought about going back to take medicine.

But before he could walk back a few steps, a shadow quietly appeared above his head. He looked up and found that the originally clear sky was gathering in a large number of clouds from all directions!

The clouds gathered slowly and quickly, and the shadow spread on the earth. The strong wind suddenly blew, making the surrounding wheat fields rustling, and the houses not far away also creaked and rubbed.

Seeing this, the old farmer hurriedly covered his straw hat and ran to the house. However, before he could run for a long time, the dark clouds completely enveloped him, and then a loud bang, making a thunderclap!

The heavy rain followed by the pouring down.

"What the hell is the weather!" muttered, and the old farmer walked a long way in the rain, and finally rushed into the door like a chicken.

His little white dog was a step behind and was accidentally locked outside the door, and couldn't help but make a whimper. But after a while, the old man thought of him, so a gap opened at the door, and the puppy couldn't wait to get into it.

The raindrops fell on the ground, and each person and dog cleaned up the accumulated water in their own ways. After the completion, the old farmer breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking out along the window, you can clearly see that the sky outside, which was just cloudless, was covered with clouds at this time, with black clouds surging, and dazzling thunder and lightning brewing. From time to time, "roaring" flashed out, and heavy rain poured down, beating the window under the blow of the strong wind, making loud noises, like hail.

"The Meteorological Observatory clearly predicted that there was no rain around the city." The old farmer muttered, staring at all this, and involuntarily began to suspect the inaction of some government departments, so he began to angrily scold.

But if he could see everything clearly, he would find that the heavy rainy weather with lightning and thunder only appeared around the nearby farms, and the sky outside was still clear!

The clear sky is surrounded by clouds, and the heavy rain is clearly pouring down in a limited area, with thunder and strong winds... This weather is very abnormal.

Dark clouds covered several nearby farms, with strong winds and heavy rains, and lightning kept slashing towards the trees growing on the earth. The flames ignited and were extinguished by the rain. The local meteorological bureau, police, and reporters from major TV stations arrived here one after another, but in the face of the violent climate, it was difficult for them to get close to them and could only stop at the edge.

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"As of now, the weather changes have caused three farms to be destroyed, thirteen houses collapsed, and casualties cannot be determined for the time being. The specific situation needs to be followed up..." In the live broadcast, dark clouds shrouded the surroundings, and the strong wind blew the female reporter's hair into chaos, and the microphone whirred in the wind, so that she had to speak with her throat at this time, and the environment was quite difficult.

"It seems not far from here..."

Looking at everything on the screen attentively, the blonde young woman behind the bar bar looked a little nervous, but before she could watch it, the scene on the TV suddenly turned into a calm interview program.

A middle-aged man and a fat man, each sitting on a single sofa, behaved relaxedly, with his face facing the camera.

"As soon as the song of Ice and Fire appeared, it has been enthusiastically sought after by many fantasy fans, and has created many unprecedented records since its release. So, Mr. Martin, what was your original intention for creating this book?"

"Well, well, I think everyone knows that I am a Marvel comics enthusiast, creating this book..."

...

"That boring medieval yellow book?" With a disappointment, he withdrew his gaze and curled his lips. The young blonde woman turned her head and glanced. Sure enough, her mother Ellen was putting down the remote control at this time and raised an eyebrow at her.

So she had no choice but to put her hips on her back.

She was not interested in the fantasy novels that always die, but her mother liked them very much. Every time the fat old man appeared on a certain program, she never missed it. Every time the other party delayed the manuscript, she could not help but curse, and then complained to her daughter.

It can be seen how fascinated he is.

"But the content is really boring." Lying in the bar counter, the young woman supported her chin with her hands, looking at everything in the small bar bored. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the movements of a long-haired young man not far away, and then moved her mind and then came up.

"Arthur, do you think the weather changes mentioned on TV just now are related to ghosts? Or other monsters?"

"Ghost? Monster? Maybe a demon? Nothing is good anyway." The long-haired young man answered perfunctorily, staring at the notebook screen without blinking, wearing headphones on his head, and looking at the focus, as if he was listening to something.

"What are you playing?"

"A new online game released by Blizzard... I highly recommend you to play it, Joe, if you agree, I can take you to upgrade if you have time, yes, if you have time."

Responding absent-mindedly, the young man was basically on the screen, muttering some vague words, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly screamed.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait, what are you doing!"

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"My God! Run quickly..."

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"Fried chicken!? Fried chicken with shit!"

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"Bitch! Go and die!!"

...

The young man Arthur who screamed looked crazy, but he was basically so unrestrained that the young woman was not concerned about it, and she was also not curious about what this person was doing at this time.

So after a few glances, she looked away with interest, turned her head, and suddenly found that her mother was not watching TV interviews at this time, but was standing in the corner of the bar and listening quietly to the phone.

The mother's face looked a little serious, which made her feel a little interested, so she pretended to wipe the bar with a rag and gradually approached, and began to prick her ears and eavesdrop.

Unfortunately, the other party was far away and the voice was very small, so she could only hear some vague words.

Winchester, the brothers, Bobby, etc.

So when she saw the other party drop the phone, she couldn't help but go up and ask.

"Mom, who got the call?"

The middle-aged woman answered a question irrelevantly: "We may come to new guests soon."

"hunter?"

"Of course." She replied, and then saw her daughter looking very excited, she couldn't help but rub the other person's beautiful blonde hair in anger: "Please, Joe, everyone here is a hunter, nothing is strange."

"But new faces are rare." The young woman named Qiao retorted, ignoring her mother's busy look when she turned around and wiped the wine glass, and said to herself: "Most of the people who come here are those who have known fathers or introduced them to them, but fathers have... maybe we..."

"Maybe we can stop this topic." The middle-aged woman at the end turned her head and glanced at her, "I will settle the score later. If you are very idle, go clean up the table No. 3. Old Neil just left, thank you."

She said this as an order, but it was better to say an order. Qiao Wenyan bulged his mouth in depression, but did not resist. Instead, he honestly picked up the rag under the counter and prepared to work.

But before she could walk out of the counter, a rustling sound suddenly came from above her head.

Looking up, I found that the TV set hanging on the TV stand on the ceiling of the bar had no signal at this moment. The flashing black and white snowflakes obviously made the middle-aged woman not far away look dark.

Qiao couldn't help but quench her mouth, as if she was laughing, but then she couldn't laugh.

On the old radio not far away, the soothing music played suddenly began to intermittently, and the incandescent lamps used for auxiliary lighting overhead also began to make a sound of electric currents like a short circuit. The inner light tube next to the refrigerator near the bar flickered a few times and then went out instantly.

All signs emerged one after another, including those who played games, those who drank and chatted, and those who played table tennis. Everyone's movements stopped because of this.

Then they hurriedly took out special devices like detectors from their pockets or packages, pulled up the antenna and turned on the switch, and crazy and sharp alarms suddenly sounded!

The alarm sound was mixed, and it kept howling from all directions from the bar. The harsh sound made everyone frown. The eyes moved with the detector and finally looked at the door of the bar.

The sound of gun loading is endless.

The vision appeared, and everyone was very alert to it. Even the middle-aged boss lady took out a carefully maintained shiny gun from the bar counter. After the crack was loaded, the deep muzzle was aimed at the direction of the door.
Chapter completed!