"Maybe, but he is an angel after all."
"Yeah, an angel who was ready to raze the entire town to the ground without blinking an eye." Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile, "Listen, I don't know--"
A waiter in a fast food restaurant uniform with an overly bright smile on his face suddenly came over, his head almost hitting the booth, and abruptly interrupted the conversation between the two.
"That's great! Do you two need anything else?" His voice was bright and harsh, and his smile seemed to be welded to his face.
Sam was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand quickly. "Uh, no need, we'll be fine like this."
"Are you sure?" The waiter stepped forward and asked, "Would you like to try our signature potato balls? Or the jalapeno cheese roll? It's so delicious!"
"No, no, we--we really don't need to." Dean's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his tone was full of uncontrollable anger.
"Okay, no problem!" The waiter turned around and walked away like a wind-up rabbit.
Dean rubbed his brows irritably and looked at Sam again. Bai Haorui raised his eyes and glanced at the waiter's back. Five Emperor Coins paused at his fingertips and silently shook his head at Dean, signaling him not to be too impatient.
"Sam, to be honest, I really don't know why Uriel told you those nonsense, okay?"
Sam turned down the corner of his mouth, showing an expression of obvious disbelief. "Okay."
Dean looked at his expression and instantly became furious. "What's wrong? What does your expression mean?"
"Okay, then look me in the eyes and tell me clearly that you really don't remember anything during those days at Hell." Sam's eyes were firmly locked on his, without any dodge.
Dean met his gaze without hesitation, and his tone was decisive, but somehow there was a hint of deliberate toughness, as if to cheer himself up:
"I don't remember anything about the days when I was at Hell. I really don't remember anything at all, Sam!"
"Listen, Dean, I just want to help you."
"You see everything I do, okay? That's all. Nothing else."
The enthusiastic waiter came over again, the smile on his face was even brighter than before, almost blinding people:
"Great! It's time for dessert, huh? Am I right?"
"Brother, it's almost done." Dean's face turned completely dark.
"Listen, guys, you have to try our Supreme Ice Cream, it's amazing, it's so delicious!"
Sam quickly smoothed things over. "Well, I don't need any more premium money. Please just give us the bill."
"You pay the bill, right? Okay, no problem!"
"Thank you."
The waiter finally skipped away. Dean breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned heavily on the back of the booth, like a deflated rubber ball. Bai Haorui pushed the soda in front of him and tapped the table with his knuckles.
"Drink some water. If you drink too much wine, you won't be able to suppress your anger."
Dean glanced at him, reluctantly picked up the water glass and took a big sip, muttering, "Your boy is like my mother now. Okay, let's not talk about this. Where should we go next?"
"I'm not sure either." Sam picked up the notebook on the table and flipped through it. "Well, it seems to be quite peaceful recently. There are no signs of demonic activities. I checked the news across the country and found no unusual omens or visions."
"Finally there is good news." Dean relaxed his shoulders.
"Yeah, there are only sporadic and unreliable reports of UFO sightings, and there is also a case of a possible vengeful spirit." Sam turned the notebook over and pushed it in front of the two of them, "Here, look at this. Uh... In Washington State's Concrete town, a witness reported that the bathroom of a women's gym was haunted."
Dean had just taken a sip of beer, and when he heard this, he choked and coughed violently, spraying beer foam all over the table.
Sam raised his eyebrows and suppressed a smile, "The victim said that the ghost pushed her down the stairs. I think you are quite interested."
"Woman, bathroom." Dean wiped his mouth, sat up straight in an instant, his eyes lit up, "We must save these people, it is our duty, this is the bounden duty of the demon hunter."
Bai Haorui nodded in agreement. "Walk on, how can you let a fitness lady be naked and scared by a ghost! This is too much!"
The next morning, clear sunshine filled the streets of the small town Concrete. On both sides of the road were single-family houses painted in light beige and light blue. The lawn in front of the door was neatly trimmed, and several rose bushes were in full bloom. Occasionally, children on bicycles would pass by with a smile. It looked like a peaceful and comfortable town.
The Impala came to a slow stop on the street, its tires making a slight rustling sound as it ran over the fallen leaves. Dean stepped on the brakes, turned his head to Sam in the passenger seat and raised his chin. "You go to the Chinese restaurant to find the Candice who reported the crime, and I'll go to the gym to test the EMF."
Bai Haorui followed Sam and pushed the car door open. He raised his hand and patted the roof of the car. He raised his eyebrows at Dean and said, "Sam and I will go in. Don't just think about looking at naked girls. Remember to turn on the EMF meter. Don't turn around and tell me that you forgot to turn it on just to chat up girls."
"I know, I know, that's weird." Dean rolled his eyes and made an OK gesture. After the two closed the car door, they turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction of the gym.
Soothing guzheng music was playing in the restaurant, the aroma of soy sauce, sesame oil and freshly fried vegetables floated in the air, and the warm yellow light fell on the wooden tables and chairs, making it look particularly warm.
Bai Haorui was attracted by the authentic aroma as soon as he came in. He ordered a plate of egg fried rice and a plate of tomatoes and eggs to eat.
Candice is sitting in the booth by the window, with a cup of chrysanthemum tea that has not been touched much in front of her. She is wearing a tight burgundy dress today, which outlines her curvy figure. Her long golden curly hair is draped behind her shoulders, and her face is carefully made up, but it cannot hide the frightened paleness in her eyes, and a hint of mysterious pride. Sam is sitting opposite her, holding a black cover in her hand. Bai Haorui leaned on the back of the chair at the next table, while eating, a trace of golden True Fire lingered on her fingertips, Spiritual Sense swept over Candice's body silently - there was no evil smell, no resentment, no smell of sulfur, she was just an ordinary woman with a good figure.
"I'm not surprised that Spirit World would choose to contact me." Candice flipped up his hair and said with a deliberately mysterious tone, "I am... a natural psychic, and I am particularly sensitive to these things."
"I can tell, Candice, you do have that...Spirit Communication temperament." Sam nodded in cooperation, with a gentle tone, "But having said that, tell me what you encountered that day, the more detailed the better."
"Yes. Well..." Candice sighed softly, showing a scared expression, "As soon as I saw the ghost, I turned around and started running."
Sam's attention was drawn to the next table - a young couple was kissing passionately in the booth as if no one else was watching. They were so stuck together that they were almost inseparable. Their hands were almost inserted into each other's clothes, and they were so crooked. He frowned, withdrew his gaze, and looked at Candice again.
"You said that ghost is still chasing you?"
"Not only that. It also knew my name and kept chasing after me shouting 'Mrs. Armstrong! Mrs. Armstrong!' Then I slipped and fell down the stairs."
"Did you fall by yourself? Didn't the ghost push you?" Sam keenly grasped the key point.
Candice was stunned for a moment, his eyes evasive. "Oh, I don't--I don't know. I mean, it should have pushed it, maybe."
"Then did you feel at that time that it wanted to hurt you? Was it fierce, violent, or..."
"That's a ghost! I'm lucky to be alive." Candice interrupted him and suddenly chuckled, with a bit of confusion on his face, "Anyway, something strange happened when I fell at the bottom of the stairs. It helped me up."
Sam's brows frowned instantly. "You say it again?"
"Yes. It helped me up and said, 'Please, don't tell my mother' over and over again in my ear."
Before Sam could say anything, Bai Haorui next to him sneered. His voice was not loud, but he said clearly, "Don't tell my mother? This is not what a vengeful spirit would say."
On the steps in front of the gym, Dean was sitting there with a local small town newspaper spread out on his lap. The headline on the front page read in bold black font "Local man wins US$168 million lottery jackpot." He was flipping through the newspaper when he saw Sam and Bai Haorui walking over. He raised his head and folded the newspaper.
"How are you, two master psychics, have you found anything?"
"The gym and bathroom have been tested, and there is no electromagnetic field abnormality at all. This place is very clean." Sam took the mineral water handed over by Dean, opened it and took a sip, "Well, I'm not surprised at all. Just now in there, I always felt that this Mrs. Armstrong scared himself and fell down the stairs in a panic."
"To be honest, I'm so disappointed." Dean's face dropped, like a child who didn't get the candy.
Sam couldn't help but laugh, "You just want to save the naked girl."
"Nonsense, of course I want to save a few naked girls. This is the bounden duty of a demon hunter." Dean shrugged confidently.
Bai Haorui was about to speak when his eyes suddenly glanced across the road. Three tall bully boys who looked to be eleven or twelve years old were running after a thin little boy, yelling and screaming. The little boy was panting, his face turned pale, and one of his schoolbag straps was missing.
"Hurry, brothers, catch him!"
"I got him! I got him!"
Dean shouted towards the little boy, with a bit of a cheering tone. "Run, Forrest Gump, run!"
Sam shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry to you two dedicated demon hunters, I don't think there are any cases here, it's just the imagination of some small town residents."
The three of them were just about to open the door and get in the car when a fierce quarrel suddenly came from the pier not far away. A man with an unshaven beard and a jacket was gesticulating excitedly to a policeman in police uniform. His face was red and the veins on his neck were popping.
"How the hell could I see it clearly? It grabbed me from behind and threw me into a tree!"
Dean immediately stood up straight, his eyes suddenly brightened. "Something happened."
"Okay, okay, Gus. I know you're scared, as would anyone else." The policeman's tone was a little helpless, "But don't you think - don't you think it should be a bear? A black bear ran out of the mountains."
"Can't I fucking recognize the footprints of a bear? The footprints left by this thing are not the footprints of a bear at all! Its feet are ridiculously big!" Gus's voice became even more excited.
"Okay, Gus, calm down..."
"It's Bigfoot, Hal--that's the Bigfoot!"
The policeman rolled his eyes. "Gus, what you said is so outrageous and illogical at all."
"There really is a Bigfoot out there, damn, it's a bastard!"
Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui looked at each other and immediately walked towards the dock. Bai Haorui followed the two of them, and Spiritual Sense instantly glanced towards the woods beside the dock, frowning slightly - the woods were empty, without the breath of any living creatures, nor the energy fluctuations of any supernatural creatures.
"Excuse me." Sam took out the forged Federal Bureau of Investigation ID and flashed it to the police, "We belong to Federal Bureau of Investigation."
The policeman was stunned for a moment. "What?"
"Yes, sir, we are here for... this matter."
"For Bigfoot?" The policeman's expression became even more outrageous.
"That's right." Sam nodded and showed a gentle smile to Gus, "Sir, can you tell us where exactly this happened?"
Gus's eyes lit up instantly and he nodded quickly. "Yes, of course I can! I will take you there!"
In the dense woods, the sun shines through the layers of leaves, casting mottled light spots on the ground, which is covered with thick fallen leaves and moist black soil. The air is filled with the smell of pine needles and humus, and it is so quiet that only the chirping of birds and the footsteps of a few people can be heard, and even the sound of the wind passing through the leaves can be clearly heard.
"What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean lowered his voice, holding the EMF meter in his hand. The number on the screen stopped quietly at 0, "First there was a ghost that didn't exist at all, and now someone has witnessed Bigfoot?"
"Any hunter with some skills knows that Bigfoot is a made-up hoax." Sam squatted down and pushed aside the fallen leaves in front of him, "From the 1960s to now, none of them are real."
"Then maybe someone added hallucinogens to the town's water supply system, and the whole town got high." Dean shrugged.
Bai Haorui walked behind and raised his eyebrows when he heard this. "If you have a good imagination, how much does this amount of hallucinogens cost? That rich psycho came to this town specifically to do this?"
The three people's footsteps suddenly stopped at the same time.
Sam squatted down and carefully pushed aside the thick fallen leaves in front of him. On the damp mud, there were a series of huge footprints. Each footprint was more than half a meter long. They were deeply sunken into the soil. The lines were clear and the outlines of the five toes were clear. It didn't look like they were fake at all.
"Okay." Dean also squatted down and reached out to touch the soil on the edge of the footprints, "Then what do you think made this?"
"This... is really a big foot." Sam's brows furrowed even more, "The soil is newly plowed, and the depth of the footprints is right. It's not a human being with such a heavy weight."
"Okay, it doesn't look like an illusion." Dean whistled.
Bai Haorui also squatted down, and his fingertips gently brushed the soil at the edge of the footprints. A faint golden ray of True Fire overflowed from his fingertips and swept across the entire footprint. True Fire jumped slightly, but there was no feedback of any evil aura, not even a trace of yang energy from living creatures. He raised his eyes to look in the direction where the footprints extended, and shook his head at the two of them.
"It's not a ghost, there's no resentment, there's no devil's sulfur smell, and there's no werewolf's breath." His voice was very low, "It's just... a thing without any breath, like an empty shell."
Dean was confused. "What the hell? No breath?"
"The breath of this thing is very weird. There is no malice and no vitality of a living thing. It's just like... it was forcibly pinched into a shape without roots." Bai Haorui retracted his hand and True Fire on his fingertips. A slight stinging sensation came from the injured meridians, and he frowned calmly.
The three of them walked forward along the footprints. At the end of the footprints was the back door of a liquor store on the edge of the town. The glass of the back door was smashed to pieces, the door lock was violently forced open, and the broken glass was scattered on the floor.
The store was in a mess, the shelves were turned over, broken glass was scattered on the floor, and there was still a faint smell of alcohol and sweet cream liqueur in the air. Dean and Sam raised their guns, one after the other carefully. He cautiously walked in, and after confirming that no one was in the store, he put down the gun. Bai Haorui followed, and Spiritual Sense scanned the entire store, instantly focusing on the wine bottles scattered on the floor and the empty adult magazine rack in the corner.
"So, what's going on? Bigfoot broke into the liquor store just to steal some wine?" Dean bent down and looked at the wine bottles scattered on the ground, and couldn't help but laugh, "Amaretto liqueur and Irish cream, all the liqueur that little girls love to drink, this Bigfoot taste is quite unique."
As he spoke, he took an unopened bottle of whiskey from the intact shelf next to him and quickly stuffed it into his inner coat pocket.
Bai Haorui glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. "Stealing wine? You and this Bigfoot are quite similar. One steals sweet wine and the other steals whiskey. They are the same."
"This is called evidence collection, do you understand?" Dean rolled his eyes and patted his inner pocket confidently, "I'll take it back for testing to see if there are any Bigfoot fingerprints."
"Hey, look at this." Sam's voice came from the other side.
The two walked over and saw Sam pointing at the shelves against the wall opposite - the shelves that were originally filled with adult magazines were now empty, not even one was left, only the bare shelves were left, with a few fallen covers scattered on the floor.
"He emptied the entire rack of adult magazines?" Dean's expression instantly became outrageous, "I'll say it again, what the hell is going on in this town? A drunken and lustful Bigfoot?"
Sam and Dean came out of the store and sat on the bench at the door, looking confused and completely confused. Bai Haorui leaned on the street light pole next to it, playing with Five Emperor Coins in his hand, frowning slightly, still thinking about the weird smell in the footprints just now.
"I have no clue at all." Dean leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Invisible mama's ghost, Bigfoot who likes to drink sweet wine and read pornographic books, has a fantasy theme park opened in this town?"
"It's just a prank, right?" Sam touched his chin, "Which big guy wore a gorilla suit and deliberately caused trouble?"
"Maybe it's a real Bigfoot." Dean raised his eyebrows, "If you think about it, he is just a drunk and lustful guy, just like a version of Duchovny in the deep mountains and old forests."
While the two were talking, a little girl with a high ponytail who looked eight or nine years old passed by them on a pink bicycle. The cardboard box on the back seat of the bicycle was not tightly closed, and an adult magazine with "Busty Asian Beauties" printed on the cover slipped out and fell to the ground with a "clack".
"Busty Asian Beauties is a bit too young for his age." Dean was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but whistle.
The little girl immediately stopped the car, picked up the magazine and stuffed it back into the carton in a panic. Then she rode around to the back door of the liquor store. She put the carton full of liqueur and adult magazines, along with a note saying "I'm sorry", at the back door. Then she immediately got on her bicycle and left quickly.
Sam and Dean Bai Haorui looked at each other and instantly became energetic. Dean immediately opened the car door and started the Impala. The three of them quietly followed the little girl's bicycle, keeping a close distance. Bai Haorui sat in the back seat and looked at the little girl's cheerful back while riding the bicycle. She couldn't help but smile and shook her head.
The little girl parked her car in front of a white single-family house, which was her home. There was a small lawn in front of the house, planted with several bushes of red roses in full bloom, and two cute rabbit flowerpots at the door, which looked warm and cute.
"What's going on? The real-life version of "Harry and the Hendersons"?" Dean parked the car on the side of the road and lowered his voice.
Just as the little girl was about to open the door, she saw Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui walking over. She stopped and clutched the handlebars with her little hands, her eyes a little wary.
"How are you?"
"Hello!" Sam immediately showed the gentlest smile and lowered his tone, "Uh, may I ask... are your parents at home?"
"No." The little girl shook her head.
"Not there." Sam nodded, and Dean immediately came over.
"No. Well... we wanted to ask, have you ever seen a hairy, particularly big one..."
Dean Before he finished speaking, the expression on the little girl's face immediately became alert and interrupted him, "Did he get into trouble?"
Sam waved his hands quickly and smiled more gently, "No, no, not at all. We just--we just want to make sure he is okay, is he okay."
"That's right, we just came to check on his condition." Dean immediately nodded in agreement.
The little girl's expression relaxed a little and whispered, "He is my Teddy bear. I think he is sick."
Dean was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately showed a surprised and serious expression. "Wow. Uh... what a coincidence. Do you know? We... um... we are the dedicated Dr. Teddy."
The little girl's big eyes suddenly lit up and sparkled. "Really? Can you help him take a look? He has been unhappy recently."
"Of course." Sam nodded immediately.
"Of course, no problem." Dean patted his chest.
Bai Haorui stood behind, watching Dean talking nonsense seriously, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He gestured to Dean: "Teddy Doctor Xiong? If you want to make up lies, you can make it up."
Dean turned around and glared at him, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Audrey opened the door and led the three of them inside. The house was decorated warmly and cutely, with little girls' plush toys and picture books everywhere. There were cartoon stickers on the walls, and there was a faint sweet smell of strawberry milk in the air. The three of them followed Audrey up to the second floor and walked to a pink bedroom door at the end of the corridor.
"He's in my bedroom. He has a particularly bad temper today." Audrey raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, calling in a soft voice, "Teddy? Some very good doctors have come to take a look at you."