The full moon hung in the thick night, making the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road thin and long. The Impala's tires ran over the gravel road, making a regular rustling sound. The radio in the car was full of piercing white noise, and occasionally a few intermittent country music leaked out, which was quickly cut off by the irritable playing of Dean.
Dean held the steering wheel. "The radio stations around here are too bad. They are all wailing country music, not even a decent rock song."
Sam, who was in the passenger seat, suddenly came back to his senses. He looked away from the shadow of the rapidly retreating trees outside the window and said in a perfunctory tone, "Okay, brother."
Dean's movements suddenly paused, and his eyes lit up instantly. It was the first time since he came back that he showed such lively and undisguised excitement. He sat up straight and patted the steering wheel, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice. "Still. Is there a more exciting case than this? The deceased's neck was bitten, the blood was drained from the whole body, and the witness swore that he saw a vampire. It was a pure old-school demon hunting incident, no angels, no Apocalypse, no bad things like breaking the seal, it was so exciting!"
Sam twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled reluctantly. His eyes were full of exhaustion and thinking. He couldn't bring up the slightest interest in this seemingly simple case. "No, I - I agree, this case is interesting enough."
Dean glanced at him, and the dissatisfaction in his tone suddenly emerged. "Can you be more passionate? It's like you died Bai Haorui."
"Dean, you have an unnecessary mouth!" Bai Haorui in the back seat leaned on the back of the chair, slowly turning a string of Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips, and the red-gold True Fire was hidden in the gap between the coins. If he saw it now, he looked at Dean's excitement and felt like a mirror in his heart - for Dean, this demon hunt was not a mission at all, but a life-saving driftwood, the only shadow of "the old days" that he could hold on to.
Sam sighed and unconsciously rubbed the edge of the notebook with his fingertips, "It's just... the world is about to end, things are a bit complicated, you know."
"Yes, well, we can't save the world today anyway." Dean waved his hand, and the excitement on his face faded for a moment, and was quickly covered back by the shell of cynicism, "But we can chop off the heads of a few vampires. Come on, brother, just like the good old days! A real monster hunt, Winchester Family Shuangsha and Bai Family Dasha should have returned to such simple and direct, black and white cases."
Bai Haorui sneered, and Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips spun faster. "Oh, I really don't understand your brain, which can't even understand 8 times 152, why did you say this?"
Dean: Hehe, then you don't care, fuck the angels, fuck Apocalypse, fuck the world that is destined to be destroyed. I just want to kill a monster in peace, just like when I was a child with my father and Sam Together, I don't have to think about so many bad things, and I don't have to stare at my brother's back and suspect that he will turn into a monster I don't recognize in the next second. Just this night, just this case, let me be the Dean I used to be.
The Impala's taillights drew two red arcs in the night, and finally disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only the lingering sound of tires running over gravel, blending into the silence of the full moon.
The sun was dazzling, illuminating the entire town square. The town's Oktoberfest was in full swing. The band in the pavilion played cheerful polka music, and the sound of the accordion filled the square through the speakers. Bustling tourists crowded in front of various vendors, and the salty aroma of pretzels, the fat smell of grilled sausages, and the malty aroma of cold beer were mixed together, drifting far away along the wind.
Girls wearing Bavaria maid uniforms were carrying one-liter beer glasses as they shuttled through the crowd. The navy blue velvet corset stretched out their slender waist, and the chest and skirt were trimmed with fluffy white lace. The cuffs of the Bubbles sleeves were tightened, revealing the neat forearms. A red ribbon bow was tied around her waist, and her skirt reached just to her knees. When she walked, it carried the wind, revealing her calves in white stockings. The blonde girl smiled and showed a pair of tiger teeth, the brown-haired girl had a coquettish look at the end of her eyes, and several black-haired girls gathered together to chat and laugh, holding beers, and occasionally raising their glasses to swallow.
The Impala stopped steadily at the side of the square. The moment the engine was turned off, Dean and Sam opened the door, adjusted their straight suit jackets, and touched the fake ID in the inner pocket with their fingertips. Bai Haorui followed and got out of the car, wearing a dark gray casual jacket. Gram, still playing with the string of Five Emperor Coins and Spiritual Sense in his hand, spread out quietly, sweeping across the lively square, frowning almost imperceptibly - the scattered sinister aura was still biting here and there, as if someone had deliberately torn it apart and hidden it in the smoke of the crowd.
"When the case is over, we have to watch the new "Indiana Jones"." Dean's eyes glanced at the pretzel vendor not far away, with a greedy look on his face, and his footsteps almost drifted there.
Sam pulled his tie and said calmly, "I've seen it."
"I've heard it too." Bai Haorui leaned against the car door and bit the mint in his mouth.
Dean turned his head sharply, with an expression on his face as if someone had robbed his favorite toy, full of disbelief. "You didn't take me with you?"
"You were in Hell at that time." Sam added, with a hint of unnoticeable guilt in his tone.
Bai Haorui spread his hands. "And we didn't watch it together. I listened to the pirated version that Bobby bought while I was recovering from my injuries."
Dean was choked, and then rolled his eyes hugely. Just as he was about to retort, his eyes lit up again, and he pointed in the direction of the vendor, with a tone like a child who found candy. "Big pretzel!"
Sam smiled and shook his head. Dean had already rushed over quickly. Within two minutes, he ran back with three pretzels bigger than his face. He handed one to Sam and stuffed the other to. Bai Haorui, he took a big bite, chewing loudly, and didn't care that the salt particles were stuck to the corner of his mouth. Bai Haorui bit the burrito, leaned against the car, glanced across the square, and finally landed on the old man wearing a police chief's uniform not far away and talking into the intercom.
At this moment, a girl wearing Bavaria maid uniform came over with a beer and smiled at the three of them. Her voice was like iced honey water, sweet and crisp. "Good day."
Jamie's honey-colored curly hair is tied into a half ponytail, and the broken hair in front of her forehead is blown by the wind and sticks to her smooth forehead. Her light brown almond eyes are slightly raised at the end, with a bit of natural charm. There are a few light freckles on the tip of her nose. When she smiles, her right cheek will sink. A small pear dimple appeared on her lips. Her lips were a full peach color, and the corners of her mouth were always slightly raised. Even if she was just standing, she exuded a fresh energy that did not cause stage fright. She had a slender figure, and the arms holding two large glasses of beer were very stable, without looking delicate at all.
Dean still had a burrito stuffed in his mouth, his words were slurred, but his eyes were staring straight at Jamie, and even his chewing movements were slowed down by half a beat. "Good day to you too."
"Well, it seems that that is the person we are looking for." Sam chewed the burrito, followed Bai Haorui's gaze, pulled Dean's arm, and said with a helpless reminder in his tone, "Sheriff Dietrich."
Sheriff Dietrich came forward with a professional politeness on his face, but there was a trace of uncontrollable irritation in his eyes. He glanced at the three of them, his eyes paused on Bai Haorui with an oriental face, and then quickly fell back to Dean and Sam. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the gun on his waist.
"Are you the people from Federal Bureau of Investigation?" His accent had the unique drawl of a small town, and his tone was full of disbelief.
"I am Agent Angus, he is Agent Young, and this is Mr. Bai, our technical consultant." Sam spoke first, and the two of them showed off their fake police badges at the same time, with no flaws in their movements. Bai Haorui nodded slightly to the police chief, did not say much, and just stood quietly beside him, like a real technical consultant. "We called in advance about your murder case."
"Yes. Well... how about we find a place to talk away from the crowd?" Sheriff Dietrich glanced in the direction of the lively square, with a headache in his voice, "It's the peak season of the Oktoberfest, and the last thing the town needs is this kind of murder rumor, which will scare away the tourists."
Sheriff Dietrich: Two federal agents with hairless hair, and an Oriental consultant... I hope they can close the case quickly and appoint a copycat at will, so as not to cause any big trouble, affect the revenue of the Oktoberfest, and the mayor can skin me.
Bai Haorui's inner activities: This police chief doesn't believe in anything supernatural at all, and just wants to settle the matter quickly. As a typical small-town conservative police officer, we can't count on him to provide any useful clues, and we have to rely on ourselves to investigate.
In the cold morgue, the smell of disinfectant overcame everything, and the light from the incandescent lamp was as cold as ice, shining on the stainless steel morgue with a dazzling light. Sheriff Dietrich pulled back the white cloth with a look of reluctance, and the deceased Marissa Wright's The corpse was exposed. The pale skin looked like paper under the light. There were two clear circular puncture wounds on the neck. The edges were as neat as if they were pressed out with a mold. All the blood in the body had been drained cleanly, and even the capillaries under the skin were deflated.
Dean put on gloves, stepped forward, gently opened the skin around the wound with his fingertips, carefully checked the depth and angle of the puncture, and frowned more and more. Sam took out his notebook and quickly recorded the information in the autopsy report, from time to time He raised his head and looked at the corpse. Bai Haorui stood aside, with a trace of imperceptible red-gold True Fire lingering on his fingertips. True Fire seemed to be alive, and it lightly swept over the body, and he frowned.
"Marissa Wright, 26 years old, came from Lockhart to attend the Oktoberfest." Sheriff Dietrich stood at the door and couldn't bear to look at the body anymore. His tone was full of regret, "It's too tragic, it's really too tragic. It's the peak tourist season now, and the last thing this town needs is this kind of thing."
Sam gave a forced smile and said in a serious tone without any warmth, "Marissa Wright himself definitely doesn't want to encounter this kind of thing."
"What are you doing?" Dean suddenly said, turning the corpse's head and staring at the bite marks on the neck with a confused look on his face.
"Yeah, I don't understand either - I mean, this murderer is definitely a top-notch lunatic, right?" Sheriff Dietrich immediately answered, his tone as sure as if the case had been finalized, "There is no other explanation other than this, who worships Satan, reads Annie Rice's books, and is a gothic vampire imitator."
Dean raised his eyes and looked at him, his tone casual but unquestionably serious. "Chief, your report mentioned a witness."
"Yes, I hope not." Sheriff Dietrich sighed with a look of disgust, "But our witness insisted that it was a vampire who did it. His name is Ed Brewer. He is not a reliable person and is a well-known weirdo in the town."
Dean looked at the wound: This bite mark is too standard. It is exactly the same as the vampire bite mark in the movie. Even the distance between the two puncture points is exactly the same. It's really interesting. This is not a random bite by an imitator at all. It is copied from the movie.
Bai Haorui: There is only a faint sinister smell on the corpse, no vampire corpse poison, no devil's sulfur smell, and even no traces of black magic curses. It is just an ordinary physical puncture wound, and the bloodletting uses conventional tools... No, it is definitely not something ordinary people can do to drain the blood from the whole body of a person so cleanly?
The warm yellow lighting turned into a soft gray tone in the black and white decoration style. There were not many people in the bar. The wooden bar counter was polished and shiny. Movie posters were hung on the wall. The jukebox in the corner played soothing country music. Behind the bar, Jamie was handing two glasses of cold beer to another black-haired maid Lucy. The two lowered their heads and said something together. Lucy smiled and nodded, holding the wine and turning towards the booth.
The bell on the door jingled, and Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui pushed the door open and walked in.
Jamie looked up and saw the three of them, his eyes lit up, and he smiled at Dean, "I remember you."
Dean immediately smiled and lay on the bar, leaning his upper body forward, his tone was frivolous, and the smile in his eyes seemed to overflow, "I remember you too..." His eyes fell on the name tag on her chest, and he deliberately prolonged his tone, "Jamie. I will never forget beautiful... everything."
"We are looking for Ed Brewer." Sam raised his forehead helplessly and immediately got to the point.
Jamie stood behind the bar with his arms folded, the smile on his face softened a little, and his eyes became more alert. "What are you looking for Ed for?"
"Well, we are federal agents." Dean and Sam showed their police badges again, in unison, "Mr. Brewer is a key witness in a serious crime."
Jamie had a look of disbelief, looking Dean up and down, with a teasing smile on his lips, "Are you a federal agent? Wow, you don't sound like it at all. Are you really fake?"
"I am a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge." Dean smiled even brighter and leaned forward again, his voice lowered and a little magnetic, "There is one thing I never follow the rules - the rules themselves."
"Okay, Lone Ranger." Sam smiled helplessly and annoyed, directly interrupting Dean's flirting, looked at Jamie, and said in a more serious tone, "So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?"
Bai Haorui leaned on the other end of the bar, Five Emperor Coins on her fingertips kept turning, her eyes swept over Lucy who was wiping the cup, Spiritual Sense quietly swept over her body. The breath of ordinary people, the heartbeat was steady, His breathing was normal, without any fluctuations of sinister aura, or even any abnormal emotions. He retracted his gaze, lightly touched Sam's arm, shook his head slightly, and signaled him not to be too impatient and give Dean some space - he was really happy.
Jamie: This agent is quite handsome and smooth-talking, but not annoying. Ed is a bit weird and always likes to be alone, but he definitely doesn't look like a murderer. These people are looking for him, don't they regard him as a suspect?
Ed Brewer huddled in the corner of the booth, nervously opened the lid of the beer glass, and drank the beer in big gulps, not caring about the foam sticking to the corner of his mouth. His fingers kept digging at the wall of the glass, and his knuckles His eyes were pale, his eyes were evasive, like a frightened rabbit, and his body was trembling slightly as he looked at Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui sitting across from him.
"I told the police everything I saw. No one believed me." He raised his head and pointed at the three of them. His tone was full of grievance and excitement, and his voice was trembling. "How can you be any different?"
Dean leaned forward and said in a serious tone, without any hint of ridicule. "Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we are different."
"I'm telling the truth as witnessed by God. Now, the whole town is treating me as a joke." Ed took another sip of beer, his Adam's apple rolled crazily, as if he was relying on alcohol to stabilize his mood.
"Marissa Wright's murder case is not a joke to us." Sam spoke, with a gentle tone, but with a soothing power, "We want to hear all the details, no matter how bizarre they sound."
Dean added with a smile, his eyes shining. "We have a lot of experience in bizarre things."
Ed was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally found a soulmate. He took another sip of beer, steadied his trembling hands, and then spoke slowly, in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone. "It was just after midnight, and I just left here, just like I do every night," he said using He imitated walking with his fingers on the table, "Take a shortcut through the park to go home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing." His voice became softer and softer, trembling with fear, "But she... struggled too hard. And that man, he was - he was biting her neck."
"Can you describe the attacker?" Sam picked up the pen and prepared to record it.
Ed raised his head, his tone unquestionable. "Oh, he is a vampire."
"Okay, okay. When you say vampire, you mean -" Dean patiently guided him to continue.
"You know, vampire!" Ed suddenly raised his voice, eager to defend, his face turned red.
"Hmm, yes. So, what does he look like?"
"He looks like a vampire! He has sharp teeth and a smooth, oily back." Ed gestured to his hair with his hands, his tone becoming more and more excited, "A gorgeous black cloak, with a small medal hanging on the ribbon."
Dean's eyes lit up instantly, and he became interested. He moved closer and said, "You mean, like Dracula played by Bela·Lugosi?"
"That's right! Just like Dracula!" Ed suddenly became happy, as if someone finally understood him, he almost jumped up in his chair, "Even the accent is exactly the same, the Hungarian accent is exactly the same as in the movie!"
Sam was stunned for a moment and frowned. "Accent? What did he say?"
"Yes, he said it." Ed nodded vigorously, then suddenly raised his arms in front of his face, as if wearing a cloak, imitating a strong Hungarian accent, and his voice was low and hoarse. "Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!" After he imitated, he looked at the three of them nervously, "You really believe me, right?"
Bai Haorui didn't speak the whole time, just sat quietly next to him, his eyes fell on Ed's face, observing every micro-expression of his: nervous blinks, trembling fingertips, evasive but sincere eyes. He confirmed that this young man did not lie, nor There was no supernatural aura, just an ordinary, frightened person. The True Fire on his fingertips moved slightly, and the doubts in his heart deepened - the look, accent, and lines of the movie were completely reproduced. This was not an ordinary demon hunting case at all, this "monster" was acting in a movie.
Dean: Good guy, I completely reproduced Dracula in the movie, even the accent is exactly the same! This case is getting more and more interesting!
Bai Haorui: They are all scenes from the movie, even the details are accurate. It can transform and imitate the appearance of monsters, but there is no corresponding aura... Shapeshifter? No, I am too familiar with the aura of Shapeshifter. Even if it is transformed, there will be fluctuations in the original. Unless it can completely cover its original aura with the imitated monster aura, hiding it completely.
Jamie and Lucy were leaning behind the bar, wiping their glasses and chatting quietly, glancing at the three people in the booth from time to time. There were not many customers in the bar, and the sound of the jukebox just drowned out their conversation.
"They must be here for the murdered woman." Jamie lowered his voice, with a bit of worry in his tone, and glanced in the direction of the booth.
Lucy rolled his eyes, wiped the cup with a rag, and said with a disdainful smile, "Is this the vampire story told by madman Ed? Come on, he is the only one who can make up such nonsense, and you are the only one who believes him."
"He's a little weird, but he's not crazy." Jamie frowned and defended Ed, "He is very timid, how could he kill someone."
"Come on, you're just saying that because that guy has a crush on you and always gives you a 20 yuan tip~ If he gave me a 20 yuan tip every day, I would say the same thing." Lucy laughed and teased her, touching her arm with his elbow.
At this moment, the voice of a colleague calling Lucy came from the back kitchen. Lucy responded, wiped off his lipstick with a tissue, left the tissue stained with lipstick on the bar, took the wine on the tray, and turned around to the booth inside.