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“We just want to talk to him in person, to talk to him about ghosts and evil spirits,” Sam explained.

The publisher still shook his head: "He's very reclusive."

"Are you a homebody?"

Su suddenly spoke up.

If I remember correctly, the author was supposedly a very slovenly, reclusive guy. I have to say, this might be the true image of God.

After all, who would have thought that the great God was actually a slovenly, reclusive man in real life?

Chapter 361 Is this God? This is clearly a movie star, an amazing movie star!

The publisher hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's one way to put it."

“Come on, like I said, we’re…super fans.” Sam said, unbuttoning his shirt collar, which at first glance seemed like he was going to sell his body, but was actually to reveal a tattoo on his chest.

The publisher's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Dean.

Dean had no choice but to reveal his tattoo as well.

“That’s awesome, you know…” The publisher turned around and showed his leg, which also had the same tattoo design.

This surprised both the Su and Wen brothers, who truly hadn't expected their publisher to be such a fervent fan. For the Wen brothers, the tattoo was meant to protect them from demonic possession, but for the unsuspecting publisher, it was simply a matter of fandom.

Since fans are all one family, the publisher took out a sticky note and wrote down the author's address.

“His name is Chuck Hilly, he’s a genius. You three, four, and seven, don’t mess with him.” The publisher handed the note to the Wen brothers, then looked at the Su family: “You…”

"I don't have tattoos."

"Uh, what I mean is, if you really like this book, we can collaborate. You don't need to invest any money; you just need to help promote it, and I can arrange for its re-release. I believe this book will definitely sell well and attract more readers who like it."

The publisher watched Sue's with bated breath.

Su chuckled softly, thought for a moment, and shook her head, saying, "Give me your phone number, and I'll think about it."

The publisher was overjoyed; the fact that the author hadn't refused meant there was a possibility of agreement. Perhaps the author hadn't met the publisher yet? Maybe the publisher would agree after meeting the author.

The publisher quickly left his number.

After saving the number, Sue said goodbye to the Wen brothers and left. She then rode Dean's black antelope to the residence of author Chuck Hill.

In the suburbs, there is a dilapidated apartment building.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rings.

After a moment, the door opened.

A man wearing rashes, with messy hair and a stubble beard, who looked very unkempt, opened the door.

Are you Chuck Hill?

"Chuck Hillary, who writes about ghosts and evil spirits."

Chuck Hill looked at the Wen brothers and the Su family behind them with suspicion: "If so, what's wrong?"

"I'm Dean, this is Sam, and this is Sue." Dean introduced them briefly: "They are Dean and Sam, just as you wrote!"

Chuck Hill nodded and casually closed the door.

The Wen brothers looked at each other in bewilderment, and Dean rang the doorbell again.

Chuck Hillary opened the door: "Listen, I appreciate your support, really, I'm so grateful. It's great to have fans visiting, but for your own good, I strongly suggest you do something else worthwhile."

As Chuck Hillary was about to close the door, Dean forcefully stopped him.

“The problem now is… this is our life, all vividly depicted in your book.” Dean pushed open the door and barged in.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t funny at all.” Chuck Hilli quickly backed away, somewhat frightened.

"This is absolutely no joke!"

"We just want to know how you did it?"

Chuck Hilly innocently said, "I didn't do anything."

Are you a Witcher?

"What? No, I'm just a writer."

"Then how do you know so much about demons and know so many things?"

Dean's attitude was somewhat forceful, and Chuck Hilli was so frightened that he slumped onto the sofa.

"I...I don't know what you want!"

Chuck Hill seemed genuinely clueless; at least the Winston brothers didn't see any acting in his performance.

Su remained silent and made no move, simply watching Chuck Hill's performance as a quiet bystander.

It must be said that his performance was completely natural; if I didn't know he was God, I probably would have been fooled too.

It has to be said, God is God. Even as an actor, his acting skills are top-notch, and he doesn't feel embarrassed at all.

This gave Su a sense of kinship, since he had also done things like creating alternate accounts before, and although he used clones, his acting was genuine.

“I’m Sam, and he’s Dean,” Sam emphasized.

Chuck Hill said, "Sam and Dean are fictional characters. I created them; they are not real."

"is it?"

Dean snorted and led him out of the house, showing him a bunch of things in his trunk.

Various firearms, exorcism tools, and all sorts of fake IDs, credit cards, etc.

"Are these...are these all real guns?"

"Yes, these are real salt bombs and real fake IDs."

Chuck Hill laughed: "I'm really impressed with you guys, you're my number one fans."

Fine, I still don't believe it!

"How much do you really know? Do you even know about the angels?" Sam couldn't help but ask directly. ... "And about Lilith breaking the seal."

"Wait, how did you know?" Chuck Hill asked, looking bewildered.

"The question should be, how did you know!"

"Because I wrote it."

Are you still writing?

"Yes, but the rest of the story wasn't published after the publisher went bankrupt. Wait a minute, this is a joke, right? Did Fair tell you to do this?" Chuck Hilli still didn't believe it; really... his acting was flawless.

The Wen brothers were speechless.

“I am Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam!” Dean said solemnly again.

Chuck Hill was stunned: "I've never mentioned my last name in the book, nor have I ever told anyone, or even written it down."

Chuck Hillary believed it, and the Wen brothers also believed it. Chuck Hillary finally believed it.

What could Su say?

All I can say is—that's absolutely incredible!

Back inside, Chuck Hill poured himself a drink to calm his nerves, and looked at the Wen brothers and Su Shi with a helpless yet amused expression, saying, "You're still here!"

"Yes, it's not a dream, nor is it your hallucination."

“Then there’s only one explanation: it’s obvious I am God!” Chuck Hill thought for a moment and then very seriously stated a possibility.

The Wen brothers shook their heads speechlessly, and Sam said, "You are not God!"

“How else can I explain this? The characters I created actually came to life, didn’t they? I am definitely God!” Chuck Hill muttered to himself, “A cruel and fickle God at that!”

Chuck Hill looked at the Wen brothers apologetically: "All that physical torture you went through."

"Yes, but we are still unharmed."

"I killed your father, I burned your mother alive, and I made you experience the same tragedy that happened to Jessica again. What was all this for? It was all for more drama. I manipulated your fate and your emotions to entertain the masses!"

Chuck Hillary felt guilty, as if he truly believed that he was responsible for all of this.

However, the Wen brothers clearly do not believe that he is God, nor do they believe that these things were caused by him.

I have to say, the Su family is quite impressed!

Is this God?

This guy is clearly a movie star!

Chapter 362 Is he a prophet of God?

“You didn’t play us, Chuck, okay? You didn’t create us either!” Dean said in a deep voice.

Chuck Hill looked at them: "Do you really have to go through all this crazy stuff? If I had known it would all come true, I would have chosen a different path for you. I'm really sorry."

Dean said somewhat impatiently, "Chuck, you're not God."

“I think you might be a psychic,” Sam suggested.

"No!"

Chuck Hillary approached the computer: "If I could psychic, do you think I would still be able to write? Writing is very painful."

“It’s as if, in some mysterious way, you are… watching over our fate,” Sam explained.

Dean added, "Like spying from a distance, are you still creating right now?"

"I rely on!"

"what happened?"

Chuck Hillary picked up a printed article from the side: "The last book, a little weird."