The mummy let go of its hand, and the security guard's body fell heavily to the ground. It slowly turned around and walked back into the sarcophagus. The lid of the sarcophagus slowly closed, as if nothing had happened.
The police set up a yellow cordon at the scene, with flashing lights. Sheriff Dietrich stood at the door of the loading and unloading area, explaining something to the police officers under his command. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui opened the cordon and walked in. Their police badges were pinned to the collars of their suits, and they moved skillfully.
Sam squatted down, picked up the label on the sarcophagus, and shook it at Dean: "This sarcophagus is not an antique. It is made by a prop company Philadelphia, and is specially supplied to movie crews."
Dean pointed at several dry ice buckets in the sarcophagus, with a helpless look on his face. "Well... it matches the dry ice buckets he put inside. No wonder there is fog when you open it, it's all special effects."
"He does his own special effects?" Sam frowned, his tone speechless.
"Yes, a mummy with a strong desire to perform." Dean nodded and inspected the body of the security guard. There were clear pinch marks on the neck. The cervical vertebra was broken by huge brute force. Like the previous two cases, there was no supernatural toxin residue.
"This is too stupid." Sam shook his head and put the label back to its original place.
Dean suddenly slapped his forehead and glanced at his watch. His face was instantly full of annoyance. "Oh, damn. Jamie. I'm late." He turned around and ran out. After running two steps, he turned back and shouted to Sam and Bai Haorui, "Is it okay for you to deal with mummies and these... crazy things here?"
"Hehe, my dear Little Sammy, I think I want to go out too, you know." Bai Haorui smiled at Sam and patted his shoulder, "Isabella is still waiting for me in the private room of the cinema. I'll leave first. If you need anything, call anytime and we'll rush over right away."
Sam looked helpless, waved his hands towards the two of them, and laughed angrily, "Go ahead, go ahead, two of you."
Dean and Bai Haorui turned around and ran out, quickly disappearing at the entrance of the museum. Sam looked at their backs, shook his head helplessly, and continued to squat down, checking the traces in the sarcophagus, trying to find some useful clues.
The bar has closed, the light sign at the door has gone out, and the whole street is quiet. Only the light of the street lamp casts a long shadow on the ground. Jamie stood at the door of the bar, clutching her bag in her hand, looking down at her watch from time to time, with a bit of disappointment and a little unnoticeable grievance on her face. She stamped her feet, the night wind was a bit cold, she wrapped her coat tightly, turned and walked towards home.
In the night, the shadows of the trees swayed, and a man wearing a black velvet cloak and a sleek slicked back slowly walked out of the shadows. It was Dracula. He stood in the shadow of the street lamp, looking at Jamie's back, his eyes full of paranoid obsession, and with a strong Hungarian accent, he called her, "Good evening."
Jamie turned around suddenly, saw him, trembled with fright, took a step back, turned around and ran forward as hard as he could.
"Mina! Don't run!" Dracula roared and immediately chased after you, his cloak fluttering in the night like a black bat. "I have been watching you from a distance for countless nights. My love is boundless! You are the reincarnation of my lover, and I must get you."
Jamie groped wildly in the bag, and her fingertips finally touched the bottle of anti-wolf spray. She turned around suddenly, faced the face of Dracula who was chasing after her, and pressed it hard. The pungent spray sprayed all over Dracula's eyes. He let out a shrill cry of pain, covered his eyes and took several steps back, bending over in pain.
Jamie turned around and ran forward as hard as he could, his high heels making a hasty sound on the stone pavement.
"Mina, damn..." Dracula covered his eyes, roared angrily, wiped the anti-wolf spray on his face, and chased after her again. His speed was amazing, and he caught up with Jamie in a few steps, reaching out to grab her hair.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed over.
"Jamie!" Dean shouted, looking at the frightened Jamie in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head and stared at Dracula across from him fiercely.
Jamie ran into Dean's arms, panting in shock, his body still shaking slightly, clutching Dean's coat tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
Dracula wiped the anti-wolf spray on his face, exposed his ferocious fangs, stared at Dean with fierce eyes, and roared, "Mr. Harker! You are ruining my good deeds again!"
"Son of a bitch." Dean gritted his teeth, pushed Jamie behind him, and clenched his fists.
"You are not allowed to say such dirty words in front of my bride." Dracula roared angrily, rushed forward, and punched Dean hard in the face.
Dean dodged sideways and hit Dracula hard on the face with a backhand punch, making a dull sound. The two instantly struggled with each other, punching to the flesh. Dean's fighting skills were clean Each punch hit Dracula's vitals neatly, but Dracula seemed to feel no pain. Even after being beaten until the corner of his mouth bleeds, he still rushed forward crazily. It was exactly the way a monster in a movie would fight to save his life.
Dracula suddenly exerted force, threw Dean away, strangled Dean's neck with his backhand, pressed him against the wall, and roared, "You There is no choice, Mr. Harker. Mina is mine." He lowered his head, showing his sharp fangs, and was about to bite Dean's neck.
At this critical moment, Dean suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed Dracula's right ear, and pulled hard with all his strength!
There was a soft "click" sound, and the entire ear was torn off by Dean!
Dracula let out a heart-piercing scream, covered his bleeding right ear, and stepped back several steps, his eyes full of pain and ferocity. He did not dare to stay any longer, turned around and ran, jumped over a large iron gate on the roadside, got on a bicycle parked on the roadside, stood up, pedaled frantically, fled, and soon disappeared into the night.
Dean looked at the direction in which he was running away, cursed, turned and ran back to Jamie, supported her, and said with worry in his tone, "Jamie, are you okay? Are you injured?"
At this moment, Bai Haorui ran over quickly. He had just sensed the abnormal movement of Safety Talisman on Dean and rushed over immediately. Seeing that Dean was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stepped forward, protecting Jamie with Dean on the left and right., with the red-gold True Fire lingering on his fingertips, his eyes warily stared at the direction in which Dracula was escaping, and Spiritual Sense chased after him instantly. But the aura of Shapeshifter only showed a fleeting fluctuation, and then disappeared without a trace again, as if it had never appeared before.
"Dean, are you okay?" Bai Haorui looked at the pinch marks on Dean's neck and frowned.
Dean gasped, holding up the ear that was still slightly squirming after pulling it off, with a smile on his face. The confusion in his eyes finally disappeared. "It's okay. Besides, I finally know what this grandson is."
Bai Haorui nodded and looked at the ear in his hand. The True Fire fingertips moved slightly. The ear curled up momentarily, revealing the unique tissue fluctuations of Shapeshifter: "Shapeshifter."
"That's right!" Dean grinned, with a hunting light shining in his eyes.
Jamie: It was so scary just now... Dean saved me, you really looked like a hero. It turns out that what Ed said was all true. There are really monsters in this world.
There were only a few wall lamps turned on in the bar, and the warm yellow light was soft and bright, making the whole space extra quiet. Jamie was sitting on the sofa in the booth, holding a glass of hot water in his hand, his body was still shaking slightly, and his fingertips were cold. Dean sat next to her, comforting her softly, and handed her a tissue, his movements gentle, without any usual frivolity.
The bell on the door jingled, Sam opened the door and walked in. When he saw the three people, he walked over quickly, with worry on his face. "Hey, are you two okay?"
"Well, it should be fine. And we probably know what's going on." Dean nodded and pointed to the ear on the table.
Sam saw the ear on the table and instantly understood, his face changed. "Oh, this ear? Was it torn off that guy?"
"It was ripped off Dracula's head. Touch it, does it look familiar?" Dean raised his chin towards him.
Sam reached out and touched the ear that was still squirming slightly. The unique sticky feeling of Shapeshifter's skin came from his fingertips. His face instantly darkened. "Oh, brother. It's Shapeshifter's skin. It's exactly the same as St. Louis's time and Milwaukee's time."
"Of course, this guy is even more mentally ill." Dean nodded, took out a ribbon medal torn from Dracula's body from his coat, and handed it to Sam, "It was torn off from him during the fight. Look at the label on the ribbon."
Sam took the medal, glanced at the label on the back of the ribbon, and frowned. "It's a rental costume. The only costume rental store in town is right next to the cinema."
"Three monsters - Dracula, a werewolf, and a mummy, are all transformed from the same thing." Dean's tone became serious, and the previous joke was gone from his eyes, "So we have to catch this guy before he turns into the monster in "Creature from the Black Lagoon"."
Jamie looked at the ears on the table, his face turned pale, his voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of disbelief. "So you two are just like Mulder and Scully in "The X-Files"? Is "The X-Files" real?"
Dean looked at her seriously, but his tone was a bit comforting and joking. "No, "The X-Files" is a TV series. This is the real thing."
"Oh." Jamie was stunned for a moment, nodded, took a sip of hot water, and suppressed the fear in his heart.
Dean also took a sip of the strong wine on the table, suppressed the shock of the fight just now, and unconsciously rubbed the wine glass with his fingertips.
"Okay, so these stage effects and costumes - he is acting out his favorite monster movie scenes, and even the killings are completely copied from the movie's plot." Sam frowned and connected all the clues, his tone full of understanding, "He treats the whole town as his set."
Jamie suddenly froze for a moment, murmured to himself, and his expression changed instantly. "Wait a minute. Who is Mina?"
"Mina? Yes, that's what he called Jamie, and he also called me Mr. Harker." Dean nodded and looked at her.
"Jonah sen·Harker? They are all characters in novels and movies--Mina is the bride Dracula wants, Harker is her fiancé..." Sam's face darkened and he looked at Jamie, "It seems that he has set his sights on you and regards you as the bride in his movie, Mina."
Jamie twitched his lips, looking self-deprecating, with a hint of fear in his tone. "Wow, I'm so lucky."
"But he will keep an eye on you. I guess this Shapeshifter must have met you before, or stayed with you for a long time, and is familiar with your every move." Sam looked at her, with a serious tone, "Jamie, are there any strange people in the town recently, people who pay special attention to you?"
Dean also leaned forward and looked at Jamie with serious eyes. "Yes, you can talk to anyone who feels wrong, even if it's just a little thing."
Jamie frowned, thinking carefully, and unconsciously rubbed the edge of the water glass with his fingers. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he raised his head. "I don't know, Dean. It's Oktoberfest now, I'm a bartender, and I've seen too many people. I... wait a minute, there is one, Ed."
"Ed Brewer? That witness Ed?" Sam was stunned for a moment and frowned.
"Yes. He moved here about a month ago. Lucy said he had a crush on me. He came to the bar almost every night and sat in the corner, looking at me." Jamie nodded, with a bit of uncertainty in his tone, "But I don't think he is the kind of person who would... kill people."
"Where does Ed live?" Dean immediately spoke, his eyes sharpening.
"I don't know. But he works in a movie theater, he's a projectionist." Jamie answered immediately.
Sam looked at Dean and nodded to him. "Take good care of Mina?"
"That's right." Dean nodded, holding the gun at his waist tightly, his eyes firm.
Sam turned around, picked up his coat, grabbed the silver bullet pistol on the table, loaded the bullet, and walked out of the bar quickly.
Bai Haorui walked up to Dean, lowered his voice, and said in a serious tone, "I'll go with Sam. You stay here to protect Jamie, lock the doors and windows, and call immediately if anything happens. That Shapeshifter is very cunning, don't take it lightly."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Dean nodded and patted Bai Haorui's shoulder, "You guys should also be careful."
Bai Haorui nodded, turned around and ran out quickly after Sam. The door of the bar closed, the bell jingled, and silence soon returned.
In the dark old cinema, "The Phantom of the Opera" was being shown on the huge screen. The sound of the pipe organ echoed in the empty projection hall, with a strange melodiousness. The light and shadow on the screen shook, illuminating the seats under the stage. There was no one. Only on the stage, there was a man sitting in front of the piano, playing the piano.
Sam held up a silver bullet pistol with the bullets already loaded, and walked down the steps carefully, walking very lightly without making any sound. He passed through the rows of seats and walked towards the man playing the piano on the stage, with the muzzle of the gun always pointed at his back.
Ed Brewer suddenly stopped playing the piano, changed the music to a cheerful polka, and turned around suddenly.
"Wow!" When he saw the gun in Sam's hand, he was so frightened that he almost fell off the piano bench, his eyes widened like a frightened rabbit.
Sam rushed up, pressed him down on the piano, pressed the gun against his back, and said in a cold tone, "Shut up, okay? You know what you did."
"What?!" Ed screamed, and his body shook even harder, "I didn't do anything! I was just playing the piano!"
"I know what you are." Sam gritted his teeth and used more strength in his hands.
"I'm nothing. I just like playing the electronic keyboard." Ed was about to cry, his tone full of grievance and fear.
Sam snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed Ed's right ear, and pulled it with all his strength, just like Dean pulled off Dracula's ear.
"What?! Ah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Ed let out a heartbreaking scream, tears instantly flowed down, and his face turned red, "What are you doing! Let me go! It hurts so much!"
Sam looked confused and let go of his hand. He looked at Ed covering his ears and shrinking by the piano in pain. The ears were well on his head and there was nothing wrong with them. There were only red marks. He frowned and said with a puzzled look on his face, "It should be able to be pulled off."
"I couldn't pull it off!" Ed roared angrily, covering his ears with tears streaming down his face. He looked at Sam as if he were a madman, "You are sick!"
At this moment, Bai Haorui walked in quickly. Seeing this scene, he immediately stepped forward to hold Sam, shook his head, and lowered his voice. "He is not Shapeshifter, his aura is completely wrong, he is just an ordinary person. Spiritual Sense scanned the entire cinema, and there was no supernatural aura except for us."
Sam was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ed who was huddled by the piano and crying. His face was full of embarrassment. He put away the gun, said "Sorry" to him, turned around and walked out of the cinema with Bai Haorui.
Ed·Brewer: Are you crazy! Can federal agents just pull people's ears? I want to file a complaint!
Only Dean and Jamie were left in the bar. The two were sitting in a booth, and the atmosphere was ambiguous. Dean softly told Jamie interesting stories about demon hunting in the past. Of course, he hid the parts that were too bloody and only told some funny moments, which made Jamie laugh non-stop and the fear in his eyes dissipated a lot.
Dean Looking at her smiling face, the heaviness and pain in his heart seemed to have disappeared temporarily. He leaned forward and kissed Jamie gently. Jamie did not avoid it and put her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss.
At this moment, the door of the bar was pushed open, the bell jingled, and Lucy opened the door and walked in. She saw the two kissing and froze at the door, with an exaggerated expression of surprise on her face, like a little girl who accidentally broke into someone else's secret.
"Oh my God. Oh, my God. Jamie. Everyone, I--I'm sorry. I thought you were out." Lucy raised his hand, looked embarrassed, and said with a smile.
Jamie blushed, pushed Dean away quickly, smiled at Lucy, and said in an awkward tone, "Lucy, no--it's okay. Uh, listen--"
"I'm just here to borrow a bottle of wine." Lucy raised the empty bottle in his hand and explained with a smile, "I have something to do at home... Anyway, you guys look very busy, so I won't bother you."
"Really, Lucy, tonight is too chaotic. Let's stay and have a drink." Jamie said quickly and waved to her. She was still frightened now, so she could feel more at ease if there were more people around.
"Yes, stay and have a drink." Dean also smiled and nodded.
Lucy smiled, walked over, sat in the booth opposite the two of them, poured himself a glass of whiskey, added ice, and drank slowly.
Lucy, Jamie and Dean were sitting in the booth, chatting. Lucy kept asking Jamie what happened tonight, his tone full of worry, and from time to time Adding wine to the two of them. Jamie's eyes became more and more distracted, his speech became more and more slurred, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead. Dean also felt that the picture in front of him was starting to spin, he was dizzy, his whole body was weak, and he couldn't exert any strength.
He instantly realized something was wrong.
"Oh, that sounds terrible. Jamie, honey, are you okay?" Lucy looked at Jamie, his tone full of worry, but his eyes without any warmth.
Jamie's voice became more and more sleepy, and he could hardly open his eyelids. He kept moving his head little by little. "Really, it's incredible..."
"Jamie?" Dean called her, shook her head, and tried to wake herself up, but the picture in front of her became increasingly blurry, and it felt like all her strength had been drained away.
Lucy looked at Dean and asked with a smile, "So, Dean, you are a black belt or something? You are good at fighting?"
Dean looked at the wine glass in front of him and realized in an instant - the wine was drugged! He leaned forward suddenly and wanted to punch Lucy, but due to the effect of the drug, he couldn't use any strength, so he accidentally pushed Jamie out of the booth. Jamie shook, his vision went dark, he fainted, fell back into the booth, and completely lost consciousness.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Jamie said in a daze and fainted completely.
"It's you, right?" Dean stared at Lucy, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of ferocity. He grabbed the beer bottle on the table and smashed it on the edge of the table. Holding the sharp broken bottle, he faced Lucy, "It doesn't matter, I'll skin you myself."
But as soon as he finished speaking, his vision went dark, the sky was spinning, and the broken wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound. He fell heavily into the booth and fainted completely.
Lucy looked at the two people who had fainted, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared. Her eyes were full of paranoid obsession and cold murderous intent. She stood up slowly and pushed her dislocated chin back into place with a "click". Her body was slightly twisted, and the muscles under the skin were squirming, but she did not transform. She still looked like Lucy.
She looked at Dean and Jamie who had fainted, with a weird smile on her lips, and said softly, "Then... the end."
Perfect. The hero and the bride are both here. Now comes the final showdown. My movie will finally have a perfect ending."