Jamie looked at her back and shook his head helplessly
: Ed is really not a bad person, but he is too introverted. I hope these agents will not embarrass him. And Dean, who has a smooth tongue and clean eyes...
Dean walked back from the bar and sat down in the booth. Sam followed behind. He picked up the lipstick-stained tissue left by Lucy on the bar and smelled it. He didn't find any smell of sulfur or abnormal smell and put it back. Bai Haorui also came over and sat at the outside, quietly blocking the outside view, just enough to see the entire bar.
"So, what do you think? A gothic, psychopathic vampire imitator, right?" Dean picked up the beer on the table and took a big sip, with a bit of excitement in his tone.
Sam shook his head and said firmly, "It's definitely not the kind of case we have to deal with. There are no supernatural traces, it's just an ordinary murder case."
"Agree. But who cares?" Dean raised his eyebrows with a look of disapproval, raised his chin towards the bar, and smiled proudly, "The room fee has been paid, and it's Oktoberfest now. Come on, brother, beer, beautiful barmaid, isn't this better than going back to face Apocalypse's bad things?"
Sam looked at him with a look of helplessness, with a bit of speechlessness in his tone. "I'm pretty sure women nowadays don't really like the title 'maid', Dean."
Dean didn't care at all, but shouted in the direction of the bar with a smile on his face, "Hey, barmaid! Where's my beer?"
"Here you go, sir!" Jamie responded sweetly, holding a full glass of beer and walking over with a smile.
Dean looked at Sam with a proud look on his face and raised his eyebrows, like a child who had won a competition. "Brother, it's Oktoberfest."
Jamie put the beer in front of Dean, looked up at Sam, and asked with a smile, "What do you want?"
"Oh, he doesn't drink." Dean spoke nonsense before Sam could speak, his tone was full of ridicule, "He belongs to Christian Science, and he doesn't even take aspirin. He is so boring when he is stationed for surveillance." He also winked at Jamie with a smirk on his face.
Jamie was amused and his shoulders were shaking. "You are so funny."
"I'm not only good at making people laugh. I'd really like to find an opportunity to show you my other abilities." Dean leaned forward, with a slightly ambiguous tone, "When will you get off work?"
Jamie smiled and shook her head, with a sly light in her eyes. "Ha, ha. I just said, you are so funny." After saying that, she turned and walked back to the bar. Before leaving, she turned back and smiled at Dean.
Dean looked at Jamie's back, grinning from ear to ear, turned to Sam and Bai Haorui and said, "Brothers, it's time to correct some mistakes."
Sam looked confused. "What did you say?"
"Look at me. I came back from Hell's furnace, and all the scars I had before are gone, right?" Dean counted on his fingers with a heartbroken tone, "The gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and those fingers that were crooked after fractures are all healed. My skin is as smooth as a baby's butt. So I came to a sad conclusion... My virginity is still there."
"What?" Sam looked in disbelief, looking at him like a fool, his eyes widened.
"Pfft--" The soda water Bai Haorui just drank spurted out and splashed all over the table. He coughed for a long time before he recovered. He looked at Dean with a speechless face, "You are really a fucking genius! God is such a virgin!"
"My hymen was re-repaired." Dean took a sip of beer with a heartbroken look on his face, acting just like the real thing.
Sam was speechless, amused by him, and waved his hand. "Heavy - come on. Dean, even if an angel can pull you out of Hell, no one can do such a thing."
"Brother! I just had my hymen repaired. I can't bear it!" Dean slapped the table, his tone as firm as if he was about to carry out some important task.
"Okay, brother. Okay, you can do whatever you want. I'm going back to the hotel to get some sleep." Sam smiled and shook his head. He stood up, picked up his coat, and nodded to Bai Haorui, "I'm leaving first. Call me if you need anything."
Bai Haorui nodded, looked at him, and said in a serious tone, "Be careful on the road, and call anytime if anything happens."
After Sam left, only Dean and Bai Haorui were left in the booth. Bai Haorui wiped the water stains on the table, took a sip of the soda water in the cup, looked at Dean, and said calmly, "You seem to like this case very much."
"Of course!" Dean grinned and took a big sip of beer, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes. "There are no angels, no Apocalypse, no damn fate, just find a monster and kill it, simple and direct, so cool."
Bai Haorui smiled, not revealing the evasion in his heart. He just nodded and turned Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips. "Okay, just relax for a while. Dracula, werewolves, and mummies are all classic monsters in movies. Be careful, don't capsize in the gutter."
"Don't worry, I know it well." Dean waved his hand, not caring, with a confident look on his face, "He's just a copycat addicted to movies, he can't make any big waves.
: Only at this time, I feel that I am still the same Dean, not some angel's pawn, not some bastard destined to play Hell. I don't have to think about Sam drinking demon blood, or the end of the world, I'm just a demon hunter, killing monsters, and picking up girls. It would be great. If only life could always be this simple.
After Sam left, Dean came to the bar again, lying on the smooth wooden countertop, watching Jamie clean the glasses. The afternoon sun shone in through the window of the bar, falling on Jamie's curly hair, giving a soft halo to the black and white picture.
"So? Are you free tonight?" Dean said, his tone less teasing and more serious.
Jamie looked up at him, smiled and shook his head, "Oh, sorry. I made an appointment with Lucy for a girls' night."
Dean glanced at Lucy who was wiping the table in the distance. His face was instantly filled with disappointment, like a puppy that had been caught in the rain.
Jamie looked at him and couldn't help but laugh, and added with a hint in his tone, "Besides, a self-respecting barmaid will not be seduced by a customer the first time."
Dean's eyes suddenly lit up again, and he leaned forward. "I am not a guest, I am a federal agent."
"Really?" Jamie smiled even brighter and stopped wiping the cup, "Then let's try again tomorrow, Mr. Agent."
"I hope so." Dean sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "I think we may not continue to investigate this case."
Jamie was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and said with a little curiosity in his eyes, "What? This case is too bizarre for you?"
Dean smiled and shook his head, looking into her eyes with a bit of indescribable sadness in his tone. "It's not weird enough."
Jamie: This Dean has a smooth tongue, but his eyes are very clean, not like a bad guy... If he really comes tomorrow, it's not impossible to think about it. Anyway, on girls' night, that Lucy guy might turn around and run away with some man.
In the foggy parking lot, an owl in the distance emitted a shrill cry. The night was as thick as ink that could not be melted. The moonlight was dispersed by the fog, and only the vague shadows of trees were illuminated, like the claws of dormant monsters. A car Parked in the far corner of the parking lot, the car was mostly covered by the shadow of trees. The lights in the car were turned off, and only the faint light from the dashboard reflected the shadows of Rick and Anna-Mary kissing.
"Rick." Anna-Mary suddenly pushed Rick away, with a nervous look on his face and his ear against the car window, "Did you hear that?"
Rick looked unconcerned, stretched out his hand to pull her back, and coaxed her, "What? Baby, don't change the subject." He leaned forward to kiss her, but was pushed away by Anna-Mary.
"It sounds like a wolf howling." Anna-Mary's voice was a little trembling, and he glanced out the car window. There were only swaying tree shadows outside, and nothing else.
"Please, Mary, don't change the subject." Rick looked helpless and said in a coaxing tone, "I told you, if a man doesn't... something will happen."
"Those stories are all false." Anna-Mary still looked nervous and kept glancing out of the window.
"It's true. Baby, if a man doesn't let it out often, it will cause all kinds of... medical problems." Rick said seriously, then leaned forward and put his arms around her waist.
At this moment, a huge furry paw suddenly appeared outside the car window, and then, a werewolf face covered with black fur and exposed fangs slammed against the car window, with yellow eyes flashing fiercely in the night. Anna-Mary let out a shrill scream, and huddled in the seat.
The werewolf roared angrily and smashed the car window with its sharp claws, scattering glass fragments all over the car. Before Rick could react, the werewolf grabbed his neck and forcibly pulled him out of the broken window. Rick let out a shrill scream. Screaming, punching the werewolf with all his strength, it was like scratching an itch. Anna-Mary huddled in the corner of the car, shaking all over, screaming, watching the werewolf push Rick to the ground, and its sharp claws and fangs instantly tore him into pieces.
Blood splattered on the car window.
Anna-Mary was sitting across the table, holding an extra-large cup of Coke in her hand and sucking it mechanically through a straw. Her eyes were unfocused, her face was pale, and her lips had no color at all. It was obvious that she had not recovered from the shock last night. Her hands were shaking so much that she failed to aim the straw at her mouth several times.
Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui sat across from her. Dean leaned forward with a gentle tone and asked seriously about the details of last night. Bai Haorui sat quietly next to her, while Spiritual Sense quietly scanned Anna-Mary's body, confirming that she was not invaded by Yin Qi or possessed, but was simply overly frightened.
"Then it... it tore Rick into pieces." Anna-Mary finally spoke, her voice trembling, and she sucked the straw faster, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ma'am, we know this is hard for you, but can you describe that creature?" Dean spoke very softly, fearing to scare her.
Anna-Mary's eyes were empty, looking into the distance, muttering to himself, "Oh, it's a werewolf."
Sam was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with Dean. Both of their eyes were full of confusion. "Werewolf? Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes." Anna-Mary nodded vigorously with a firm tone, "The furry face, black nose, sharp claws, and ragged pants and top are exactly like the werewolf in the movie. The one played by Lon Chaney is exactly the same."
Sam frowned and wrote something in his notebook, with a helpless tone. "Well, okay..."
"Okay, then... thank you for cooperating with us." Dean nodded to her, and the three of them stood up and left. Anna-Mary was still sitting there, sucking mechanically from the straw, with dull eyes, as if he had lost his soul.
The three of them walked to the corner of the cafe, and Dean leaned against the wall with a look of disbelief on his face. "Good guy, here comes Dracula, and now here comes a complete movie version of a werewolf? What the hell is going on in this town?"
"It's getting more and more outrageous. Can the imitator still transform?" Sam frowned, his tone full of confusion, "It's impossible for an ordinary imitator to tear an adult man into pieces."
Bai Haorui was leaning against the wall on the other side, Five Emperor Coins was spinning around on his fingertips, and his brows were furrowed. "The werewolf... is still the same as in the movie. It is exactly the same as the previous vampire case, and it is all a replica of the movie scenes. This is definitely not an ordinary copycat, nor is it a real werewolf. There is something going on."
In the cold morgue, the air conditioner was turned on fully. Sam glanced at the label on the body bag and opened the refrigeration drawer. Dean immediately came over, and Bai Haorui followed, standing next to it and looking at the body on the morgue.
Rick's body was torn into pieces, with all his limbs torn off. The wounds were hideous, and the muscles and Bones's cross-sections were uneven. It was obviously torn open by huge brute force. But strangely, his chest was opened, but his heart remained intact inside, without even a scratch.
"Damn it! First Dracula, and now it's a complete movie version of a werewolf? What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean looked at the corpse and took a breath, his tone full of irritation.
Sam unzipped the body bag, frowned, and carefully inspected the wound. "Oh, wow."
"Damn it!" Dean cursed, turned away, and quickly turned back to stare at the wounds of the corpse.
"Okay. The person who did this is definitely not a copycat." Sam gently fiddled with the edges of the corpse's wounds with a pencil, and said in a serious tone, "Look at these bite marks, you can see the bone... or even deeper. It is impossible for ordinary people to bite such wounds."
"It's so strong that it can tear off all the limbs of a healthy man. It may be a werewolf." Dean touched his chin, with a bit of uncertainty in his tone.
"Yes, but look." Sam pointed with a pencil at the intact heart in the corpse's chest, "The heart is still here intact. Werewolves never leave the heart behind, they will take it out as soon as possible."
Dean scratched his hair irritably, with a confused look on his face. "So I ask again - what the hell is going on?"
At this moment, the door of the morgue was pushed open, and Sheriff Dietrich walked in, holding a kraft paper envelope in his hand, his face so solemn that he was about to drip water. "I hope you two can tell me. The laboratory just gave me the test results of the fibers on the corpse in a hurry." He took out a transparent evidence bag from the envelope and handed it over, "Canine hair."
"I'm going to have a headache." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against the morgue with a headache on his face.
Bai Haorui stepped forward and took the evidence bag. There was a trace of imperceptible red gold True Fire lingering on his fingertips. He lightly touched the wolf fur in the evidence bag. True Fire had no reaction, neither burning nor burning. There was something strange, just ordinary wolf hair. He frowned and walked to the corpse again. True Fire with his fingertips gently swept over the hideous wounds of the corpse. There was still no feedback of supernatural aura, no residual toxins from the werewolf transformation, and no traces of any evil power.
He raised his head, looked at Dean and Sam, and said in a serious tone, "This wolf hair is real, but it either fell from a werewolf, or is an ordinary gray wolf hair. The wound is a pure physical laceration, without any supernatural power remaining. It is exactly the same as the corpse in the previous vampire case, and has no other breath."
Dean was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and the confusion in his eyes deepened. "You mean, this is not a real werewolf?"
"At least it's not the kind of werewolf we have seen." Bai Haorui shook his head and put the evidence bag back on the table, "There is no residual aura of transformation, no toxins unique to werewolves, just pure brute force tearing apart."
Sam frowned and looked at the two of them, his tone full of confusion. "Then what exactly is this thing? It can transform, can reproduce the appearance of vampires and werewolves, and has terrifying strength, but no corresponding supernatural traces?"
Bai Haorui: Can transform, imitate the appearance of different monsters, and can perfectly conceal its original aura... No other species can do this except Shapeshifter. But why couldn't I sense it at all before? The aura? Unless it is completely obsessed with the role it plays, even its own origin has been completely covered, using costumes, props, and imitated monster aura to completely turn itself into a "monster in the movie" instead of "Shapeshifter".
Dean: It's not a vampire, it's not a werewolf, so what the hell is it? Can you transform, has great strength, and is a fucking hardcore movie fan? This case is getting weirder and weirder, but... it's also getting more and more interesting.
There were more people in the bar than in the morning, and the jukebox was playing cheerful rock music. Dean, Sam, and Bai Haorui were sitting in the booths by the window. There were several glasses of beer on the table and a plate of peanuts. Dean took a sip of beer impatiently. The glass hit the table heavily, Sam frowned, and unconsciously rubbed the edge of the beer glass with his fingers. His mind was filled with the details of the case, absentmindedly. Bai Haorui leaned on the back of the chair, turning Five Emperor Coins with his fingertips, sorting out all the details of the two cases in his mind.
"I don't know, brothers. We bumped into the midnight show of "Dracula vs. the Wolf Man"? Is that so?" Dean took a sip of beer, with an annoyed look on his face and confusion in his tone.
"I don't know. Werewolves look real, so Dracula doesn't seem that impossible." Sam said helplessly while chewing peanuts.
"Yes, but werewolves don't shed ordinary wolf hair at all." Dean frowned and retorted.
"Yes." Sam nodded absently.
"So what's going on? A vampire and a werewolf are having a monster fight in this town?" Dean looked at Sam in disbelief.
At this moment, Jamie came over with two glasses of beer and put them on the table. There was obvious worry on his face and a little fear in his eyes. "It seems that you will have to stay for a while. I heard about Rick·Deacon. It's terrible."
"Yes, this case is finally bizarre enough to meet the standards of our department." Dean smiled at her, and the annoyance in his tone instantly disappeared.
"Well, this beer is mine." Jamie smiled, pushed a glass of beer in front of Dean, looked at him, with a hint of expectation in his tone, "By the way, let me tell you, I get off work at midnight tonight."
Dean's eyes lit up instantly, with a look of surprise on his face, and he almost jumped out of his chair. "Oh, no more girls' night?"
"It's not necessary to go." Jamie shrugged, said with a smile, turned around and walked back to the bar. Before leaving, he turned back and winked at Dean.
Dean looked at Jamie's back, grinning from ear to ear, turned to Sam and Bai Haorui and said, "Hey, do you think this Dracula can turn into a bat? That would be so cool."
"I don't know if he has changed, but you just looked at him and turned into Teddy, brother." Bai Haorui sneered, took a sip of soda water, and looked speechless.
"It's okay, brother, I know you are jealous." Dean waved his hand with a proud look on his face, "Whatever you say, brother loves you. By the way, you have no plans tonight?"
Bai Haorui smiled and shook the phone. On the screen was a photo of a Hispanic girl with curly hair, big eyes, and a bright smile, "I met her at the Oktoberfest, Isabella, who studies film. I made an appointment to watch an action movie together tonight to explore her professional knowledge. By the way, pay attention and haven't caught the monster yet."
"Hehe, it's your kid who's in trouble, don't worry, I know what's going on." Dean patted his chest, looking confident.
In the empty museum, the lights were dim. Only an emergency light in the loading and unloading area was on. The pale light shone on the huge sarcophagus, casting a long shadow, like a dormant monster. The security guard had his back to the sarcophagus and was on the phone. He didn't notice at all that the heavy sarcophagus lid behind him was moving slowly, making a dull friction sound. In the silent museum, it looked particularly weird.
"Yes, that's right. It's Egypt style. It's just placed in the loading and unloading area. There is no shipping bill or anything." The security guard said into the phone. The lid of the sarcophagus completely slid open and made a muffled sound, but he didn't notice it at all. "I don't know when it was delivered. It was here when I clocked in tonight. I thought you knew what to do. Is there any record in Helen's file?"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and hung up the phone. When he looked up, he saw a mummy wrapped in yellowing cloth, slowly sitting up from the sarcophagus. His movements were stiff, completely replicating the shape of the mummy in the old movie.
The security guard was so frightened that he staggered back and hit the wall with his back. The phone in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the screen shattered. His face instantly turned pale and his whole body was trembling. He watched the mummy step by step out of the sarcophagus and walked towards him. The cloth strips were dragged on the ground, making a rustling sound.
"Oh my God!" the security guard screamed, immediately took out the gun from his waist, and fired several shots at the mummy. The sound of the gunfire echoed in the empty museum, deafening, and the bullets hit the cloth strips on the mummy, but it was like a stone in the sea, with no effect, and there was no pause at all.
The mummy suddenly speeded up and rushed forward. A hand wrapped in cloth strangled the security guard's neck, lifted him up and pressed him against the wall. The security guard's face instantly turned purple, and he kept kicking his legs. He desperately grabbed the mummy's arm with both hands, but couldn't break it at all. After a few seconds, his body went limp and he completely lost his breath.