My wife's boyfriend is a BUG

The next day was calm, and when Barry woke up from the sofa, Eliza was still sitting quietly on the stool, maintaining yesterday's posture motionless.When he just woke up and looked up, he saw something like Sadako in a Japanese horror movie, which made him feel that his endurance had been strengthened by Max, and if he told him that he was a superhero in the next second, he would You can also switch identities without stress.Awesome?No wonder!

"Max, wake up." Barry went to the bedroom and called Max after washing his face and brushing his teeth. She didn't like getting up too early, and women always got up inexplicably.But now at [-] o'clock in the morning, it's a good time to go out and investigate.The most important thing is that the Winchester brothers have already started knocking on the door. I have to say, they are really hardworking.

"I just can't stand you little bees." Max turned over and covered his head with a pillow, "Come right now."

Hearing Max's words, Barry ran to the living room to open the door for the Winchester brothers with suspicion, so as to wait for Max to finish washing.After Dean came in, he went straight to the sofa unceremoniously. He had almost finished eating the large hamburger he was eating. Obviously, after many unforgettable experiences of eating together, they were not going to go out with Max and the others this time. It's breakfast.

"Any new discoveries?" Barry asked, and he noticed the sleepy expressions on the faces of the two brothers, "You look like you stayed up all night."

"Of course, we went to investigate the suspicious people around here last night, and then Sam and I found such a person." Dean took out a somewhat blurry old black and white photo and put it in front of Barry, but the above But the person had obvious features, and Barry recognized at a glance that it was the old lady who took them upstairs last time. "You should have seen her."

"Everyone has seen it, right? When we came, she took the initiative to take us upstairs. It should be the service staff of the hotel. What is the connection between the 'Zonesville Disappearance Case' and her?" Barry wondered.

"You gave this case a name? It's such a no-brainer name." Dean was not satisfied with the name. He thought for a while and gave her a suggestion, "It's better to call it 'The Missing Couple Case' more intuitively."

"We don't know much about it yet, but we will find out. This photo was provided to us by the kid next door. He noticed that the whereabouts of this old lady were very strange. You must have talked to him last night. This kid is obviously a happy person. A good neighbor who helps others." Sam didn't want to be interrupted by his brother, he took the topic, "Her name is Ivy Stolanke, her parents divorced when she was three years old, and she followed her mother and never married. She The file with her family is not clean, his father is alcoholic and violent, and her mother is a cultist, who became more addicted after divorcing Ivis's father. Ivis doesn't like her father, and their relationship is not good She didn't go to her father's funeral. This may be because his father chose the younger daughter during the divorce, but her sister died in a car accident when she was eight years old.

And Ivis herself, who was imprisoned for assaulting a woman with a knife when she was young, insisted that it was because she drank alcohol that the woman angered her, and she did so, and she was arrested a month later. It was released, but the woman disappeared on the third day of her release. "

"She killed that woman?" Barry frowned. Sam said too much, maybe it would be better to express it in words. ?”

"She had absolutely nothing to do with it on the file, and all the police were suspicious of her at the time, but whether it was an alibi or a witness she had, no one could prove what she did to that woman. So we investigated her The people around me really found out something for us.” Sam smiled with satisfaction, “It’s the part I didn’t say just now, about her mother,

Ivis's mother was a fanatical "Satanist" believer who became more radical after divorcing her father.When she was in Aiweisi, her mother was imprisoned for killing animals. In the second year in prison, she lured many inmates to be taught. When holding a ceremony of teaching (a Protestant must kill one person when he is recognized as a person), he was arrested. The prison guards found and killed him on the spot, after which Aiweisi inherited the huge inheritance from his mother.We found that Aiweisi probably joined the "Satanism" following her footsteps, and began to look for the son of Satan with other believers.And that woman is very likely to be the sacrifice she chose, and the time is very close, and the record of the woman in the police station clearly shows that her attacks are aimed at the deadly parts, heart. "

"Not anywhere else, just the heart, like digging it out," Dean added. "Did you remember anything? Saren School and Esther, the devil worshiper."

"Dude, this is not a game, I will think about it myself." Max sat down with a cup of coffee, "It's too stupid to find something like the Son of Satan. If you say that a Protestant needs to kill a Man, so what did she kill so many couples for? Being a 'cultist' is no excuse for a psychopath. We need to know why she did it."

"She, they, forced us to do something." Eliza, who had been sitting in the corner, said suddenly. She stood up, and the scars on her chest began to ooze blood. "There is no result. They are all crazy. They are all crazy."

"what?"

"what?"

Max and Barry stood up almost at the same time. The coffee on Max's mobile phone spilled all over Sam. He was wearing a white shirt today, which was completely useless.This irritated even the good-tempered people, but Dean was almost crying when he lay on the sofa.

"Sammy, I told you not to wear this in the morning." Dean covered his stomach and continued to laugh. "It's a fatal mistake. You have to sit across from her. Luckily, the little witch didn't drink it, otherwise you'd have to drink it." Spray your face. Hahaha, what a fate. Wait, don't wipe your coffee with a towel, you smart kid who got into Stanford."

"Hello? Dean, don't laugh, the black will only be more obvious." Sam obediently stopped wiping the shirt with a towel and took off the shirt, "What the hell are you doing? This is too strange."

"Ahem," Max glanced at Barry.

"Nothing." Barry replied. "I just thought of a joke."

"Yes, that's right." Max nodded equally seriously, "I also thought of a joke."

"You two suddenly thought of the same joke?" Dean asked.

"Murder! We're talking about homicide! You've got the wrong nerve," Sam said incredulously. He almost slapped the table, but his reason told him not to do so. "Talk about business! God, never I've never worked so hard before, and it's harder for you two to communicate than ghosts."

"Uh-huh," Max shrugged, not expressing any opinion on this, "Maybe you guys have to go back and change your clothes, we'll see you later? By the way, call the kid next door, he...maybe know Chinese Kung Fu? Like Jackie Chan, Flying over the eaves and falling upstairs." Max couldn't figure out how to speak, and Sam didn't force him to stay, and Dean pulled him out of the door after half-pushing, leaving Max and Barry staring at each other for a long time, and finally Max He said with a look of disgust, "Joke, what a lame reason, kid."

"Aren't you?" Barry countered, "Eliza seems to have said something unimaginable? That's right, don't repeat that word."

"Are you still a pussy?" Max disdainfully.

"Definitely not," Barry replied, "I can assure you."

"You've lost your memory, so what's the promise? There's nothing to be proud of," Max patted Barry's shoulder, showing a confident smile, "Even if it's okay, let me take it easy."

"Words, words." Barry wanted to deny.

"You won't become a millionaire, tell me you're going to kill someone tonight, right?" Max said with a bad expression, "Or there's an ex-girlfriend you can't forget, hey, who cares."

Max thought of his predecessor, from a beggar to a super rich playboy.

Yes, break up decisively, who cares?