In the ward, Bai Haorui was sitting cross-legged and meditating. Sam stared at Dean in a daze. At this moment, the air in the room suddenly became hot.
The incandescent lamp overhead began to flicker crazily, and the flickering light cast distorted shadows on the wall. Fine cracks appeared on the wall, spreading quickly like spider webs. The sky outside the window instantly turned into a lifeless gray-white, as if the entire world had been drained of color.
A dazzling white light appeared out of thin air and swallowed the entire room.
Bai Haorui's pupils suddenly contracted, and the "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" in his body instantly ran to the extreme. The purple-gold True Gang poured out like a tide, forming an indestructible barrier around his internal organs and brain.
Bai Haorui: Angel? Such strong energy... What the hell is this?... Wait... This is?
An extremely familiar breath suddenly poured into his perception. It was exactly the same as his own breath, and the frequency was exactly the same. It was as if another person was calling him from the depths of his soul. The resonance was so strong and so clear that he instantly understood what it was.
Bai Haorui: Origin resonance... me in the parallel world... that's it... haha... this is an unexpected gain... just in time to play with you.
He murmured in a low voice, so soft that only he could hear. "Original resonance... me in the parallel world... died in 1916... his residual soul has been nourished by the resentment of a ghost for nearly a hundred years... Don't worry, I will avenge you... Whoever it is, angel, thank you for this great gift."
The white light completely swallowed up the three figures, and the ward returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Bai Haorui opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He subconsciously touched his back, where the mahogany sword should have been, but he only touched soft pajamas. The True Gang in his body ran spontaneously for a week, confirming that his body had not been harmed in any way.
He looked around. It was an unfamiliar apartment with simple and modern decoration and all the furniture. There was an alarm clock on the bedside table, which showed that the time was seven fifteen in the morning. There was also a photo frame next to it, which contained a photo of himself, wearing a black uniform, standing in front of a tall building, with a formulaic smile on his face.
Bai Haorui: Three weeks ago... It coincides with the time when my memory was interrupted... But I can still retain a trace of consciousness, which is the function of Origin True Gang... In addition, I am calling me in the parallel world... Our souls are of the same origin... The power of angels cannot completely cut off the connection between us... No matter, pretend not to know anything first, and then we will talk...
He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the window, and opened the curtains. The dazzling sunlight shone in. Downstairs were busy streets, and in the distance were tall buildings. This was a prosperous and unfamiliar city, and the air was filled with car exhaust and an indescribable smell of decay.
Almost at the same time, Dean woke up in bed in his luxury apartment.
His hand subconsciously touched the bottom of the pillow - where a handful of Colt M1911 should have been placed. The moment he touched nothing, an inexplicable sense of loss surged into his heart, as if he had lost something most important. This sense of loss was so strong that his heart throbbed.
He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the spotless apartment in front of him. There was a beige sofa, a glass coffee table, and several abstract paintings hanging on the wall. There was an expensive espresso machine on the bedside table, and there was a bowl of chopped vegetable salad on the table next to it, with his most hated quinoa sprinkled on it.
Dean: Weird... What was I looking for just now?... Forget it, it must be a nightmare... Turning to look at the espresso machine on the bedside table: Why would I buy this damn thing? I obviously hate coffee... And this salad... Why should I eat this?... I feel so empty... It seems like the most important thing is missing...
He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight shone in. Downstairs was a busy street, with tall buildings in the distance. This was a bustling city, but it made him feel extremely strange and lonely. He always felt that he should be somewhere else, driving a black classic car, listening to rock music, instead of living in this apartment like a model apartment.
At the same time, Sam also woke up in his apartment, covered in cold sweat.
He was gasping for air and his heart was beating wildly. In the dream, he was shooting a red-eyed demon with a salt gun. The demon's face was exactly like his own, with an evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. The demon's claws scratched his arm, and the cold and biting pain was so real that he could still feel the dull pain in his arm.
Sam: This dream again... It's too real... Why do I dream about fighting a demon?... Or a demon that looks the same as me... Who is he?... Why do I feel like he is so familiar?...
He walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face. In the mirror, he was wearing a plaid shirt and his hair was neatly combed. He looked like an ordinary office worker. But he always felt that this was not the real him. There seemed to be something burning in his blood, calling him to do something more meaningful.
Bai Haorui parked his black Ford F-150 pickup truck, opened the door and walked out. He was wearing a black security uniform, with a tall and straight posture. The black uniform outlined his strong muscle lines, and the whole person exuded a calm and dangerous atmosphere.
He said hello to the security guard at the door. The security guard at the door was a middle-aged man in his fifties, named Tom. He was slightly fat and always had a kind smile on his face. He had worked here for more than 20 years and was the oldest security guard in the company.
"Morning, Bai." Tom said with a smile.
"Morning, Tom." Bai Haorui nodded, and at the same time, he calmly sensed the energy distribution of the entire building with True Gang.
A cold resentment enveloped the entire building, like a thick layer of black mist that lingered. The place where the aura of the same origin was most concentrated was in Room 1444 on the 14th floor. The resentment there was also the strongest.
At this moment, a silver Prius parked not far away.
The car door opened, and Dean·Smith walked out. He was wearing a crisp dark gray suit and a blue tie, his hair was meticulously combed, and his leather shoes were polished. There was no expression on his face, and he looked like a standard successful person. But deep in his eyes, there was a trace of imperceptible fatigue and confusion.
Dean frowned and turned off the AC/DC rock music that was playing on the radio, but his heart was still beating wildly for the rock music just now. An inexplicable excitement and excitement flowed in his blood, making him want to sway to the rhythm.
He quickly picked up his briefcase and walked into the building at a faster pace. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the black Ford F-150, with a trace of undisguised envy flashing in his eyes. The rough lines and strong horsepower were the kind of car a man should drive.
Dean: That car is so handsome... much more handsome than my Prius... Why do I like that big and stupid pickup truck?... Forget it, don't think about it, I am Dean·Smith, sales director... I want to focus on my work...
Bai Haorui looked at Dean's back, with an imperceptible smile on his lips. An imperceptible purple-gold light flashed through his fingertips, and a True Gang as thin as a hair flew silently towards Dean, like a gentle key, gently prying the shackles left by the angel on his memory.
Bai Haorui: Dean·Smith... Sales and Marketing Director... Open Prius, listen to the news... Haha, this is living a life that I hate, Dean... But this suit is quite decent... Huh? Angels are watching us... It seems that it can't be too obvious... Let's observe slowly...
At this moment, Sam also walked into the parking lot. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt, khaki pants, and carrying a black backpack. His hair was a little messy, and there was a trace of confusion and uneasiness in his eyes.
He saw the back of Dean and paused. A strong sense of familiarity came to his heart, as if he had known this person for a long, long time.
Sam: Who is that?... Why does his back look so familiar to me?... I seem to have seen it somewhere... And the guy driving the black pickup truck... I also feel familiar...
He shook his head, feeling that he must have thought too much. He looked at his watch and quickly walked into the building.
Bai Haorui walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the 11th floor.
The elevator door slowly closed.
Just when the elevator door was about to close completely, a hand stretched out and blocked the elevator door.
The elevator door reopened and Dean walked in.
A few seconds later, Sam also ran over and squeezed into the elevator.
The space in the elevator doesn't count. With three grown men standing together, it didn't feel crowded.
Sam stared at Dean slightly sideways for a long time, his eyes full of doubts, as if he wanted to see through his face. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingers were digging at the corners of his clothes unconsciously. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that this person was familiar, as if they had experienced countless lives and deaths together.
Dean felt uncomfortable being looked at. He turned his head and looked at the elevator door, pretending to read the floor numbers, but he kept secretly looking at Sam out of the corner of his eye. He also felt that this person was very familiar, and when he saw him, he felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
Bai Haorui stood in the corner of the elevator, with his hands in his pockets, observing them silently. He could clearly feel the fluctuations of the two people's souls. Their souls were attracting each other, like two magnets. Even through the barrier of memory, they could not stop each other from approaching. This bond is engraved deep in the soul and cannot be cut off by any force.
"Do I know you?" Sam finally couldn't help but ask.
Dean turned his head and looked at him pretending to be calm. "I don't think so."
"Sorry, bro." Sam smiled sheepishly, "You look really familiar."
"Save it for going to the fitness club to say this, man." Dean said calmly.
The elevator door opened, and Dean walked out first.
Sam looked at his back, thoughtfully.
Bai Haorui also walked out. When passing by Sam, he whispered, "You read that right, you guys do know each other."
Sam suddenly raised his head and looked at Bai Haorui, but Bai Haorui was already gone.
Bai Haorui: Sure enough, even if you lose all memories, you will still be attracted to each other... Is this the feeling between brothers... The bond engraved in the soul... Even if the angel blocks all the memories, it cannot be cut off...
Dean: Who is this guy?... Why is he staring at me for so long?... I don't know him... But why do I think he looks familiar?... And... Why do I feel at ease when I see him?... Shet... No, my orientation is normal!
Sam: I definitely know him... I just can't remember where I've seen him before... And the security director standing in the corner... I also think he looks familiar... It's like the three of us have often been together before...
In the security room, Bai Haorui was sitting in front of the surveillance screen, drinking coffee. His eyes casually scanned the surveillance screens on each floor, and his fingers were tapping on the table unconsciously. The rhythm was exactly the same as the running frequency of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art". This was a habit he had developed. Even when he was relaxing, True Gang in his body was running slowly.
He saw Sam sitting in a cubicle in the technical support area, answering the phone and doodling on his notebook. He drew carefully and with smooth lines. A demon with fangs and red eyes appeared on the paper, and the details were lifelike. He even drew a salt gun and a five-pointed star formation next to the demon.
After a while, Ian walked to Sam's cubicle. Ian is a young man in his twenties, with messy brown hair and a cynical smile on his face. He is always glib and likes to tell jokes. He is the pistachio of the technical support department. He is wearing a T-shirt with a superhero pattern printed on it, and there are several holes in his jeans.
"Hey, Sam." Ian said with a smile, "There is a party tonight, do you want to go together? There are many beautiful girls."
"No, Ian." Sam shook his head, "I have something else to do tonight."
"Don't be like this, Sam." Ian said, "If you stay at home every day, you will get sick from boredom. Life is short, take pleasure in the moment."
Sam smiled helplessly and nodded, "Okay, I'll think about it."
Bai Haorui picked up the walkie-talkie, said a few insignificant words, and arranged today's patrol mission. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the breath of the same source.
Bai Haorui: I feel that my remaining original aura here is very unstable. Don't worry, just stabilize it first. The stronger the ghost's resentment, the more active its original remnant soul will be... Wait a minute, it's not too late for a good meal.
Sam looked at the demon he drew: Why did I draw this?... It's so strange... I've obviously never seen this thing... but these details... it's like I've really seen it...
At the same time, Dean was sitting in his spacious and bright office, looking at the sales report on the computer screen. The numbers were densely arranged, but he could not read a word.
His eyes fell out of the window, looking at the highway in the distance, and he felt an inexplicable yearning in his heart. It was as if he could hear the wind whistling in his ears, hear the music reverberating in the car, and feel the warmth of the steering wheel in his hands.
Dean: Why am I not happy at all?... I have a well-paying job, a nice apartment... I should be happy... Why do I always feel like I should be somewhere else?... should be on the road... driving a... a black classic car...
He shook his head and smiled, thinking that he must be crazy, and forced himself to focus on the sales report.
At noon, Bai Haorui went to the cafeteria to eat, and again took the same elevator with Dean and Sam.
There were only three of them in the elevator, and it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.
Sam hesitated for a long time, then asked Dean: "Do you believe in ghosts?"
Dean turned his head and looked at him inexplicably. "Ghost?"
"Do you believe they exist?" Sam asked.
"Well, to be honest, I have never thought about this problem." Dean said.
"What about the vampires?"
"What?" Dean frowned, "Why do you ask this?"
"Because I have had some strange dreams recently." Sam said seriously, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"No, I don't quite understand." Dean shook his head.
"So you've never had... weird dreams?"
Dean was silent. He had indeed had many strange dreams, in which he had picked up knives and guns since he was a child and chased monsters in dark alleys. There was blood, screams, and death in the dreams, but there was also an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and satisfaction. He did not want to admit it, and he felt that it was just caused by too much work pressure.
"Okay, listen, buddy." Dean said impatiently, "I don't know you, okay? But I want to do a charity service for you and tell you that you love sharing so much!"
The elevator door opened and Dean walked out quickly.
Sam looked at his back and sighed.
Bai Haorui patted his shoulder and whispered, "Don't be discouraged, he will believe you soon."
Sam raised his head and glanced at Bai Haorui gratefully.
Bai Haorui: Strange dream... That's the memory engraved in your soul, Sam... Your power has increased so much, and you felt something was wrong from the beginning... Dean's blockade is tighter... Soon Sam will remember a lot of things...
Dean: Ghost? Vampire?... Is this guy crazy?... But... Why do I get a little excited when I hear these words?... It's like I've really seen it before... And... I've had similar dreams...
Sam: He didn't believe me... but I knew I was right... those dreams were too real... and this world... something felt wrong... like a dream...
At night, there was almost no one in the office, only Paul was still typing on the keyboard frantically.
Paul is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has gray hair and wears a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. He always smiles and is a well-known good guy in the office. He will retire in two weeks. Everyone is happy for him and is already talking about throwing a retirement party for him.
But something was very wrong with Paul today. His face was as white as paper, his eyes were dull and emotionless, without any energy. His fingers were tapping the keyboard so fast that afterimages almost appeared, and he kept mumbling to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
Sam came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Paul, why don't you leave after it's so late?"
Paul was so frightened that he trembled all over, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Sam in horror, as if he had seen something terrible. His pupils were dilated, his breathing was rapid, and his face was covered with cold sweat.
"Don't disturb me... I have to complete this report... I can't let the company down... I can't let my husband down..." Paul said incoherently.
Sam frowned. "Paul, you don't look well. Why don't you go home and rest first? It's not too late to make the report tomorrow."
"No!" Paul suddenly shouted, "I must finish it now! Otherwise I will be sorry to the company! I'm sorry to which gentleman! Which gentleman is looking at me! He has been looking at me!"
Bai Haorui patrolled here and frowned slightly when he saw Paul's appearance. He felt a faint cold breath emanating from Paul's body - this was the resentment of the earthbound spirit, which had penetrated into Paul's bone marrow and was swallowing up his sanity bit by bit.
Bai Haorui stopped and stood not far away, observing Paul silently. At the same time, he used True Gang to sense the location of the earthbound spirit. The earthbound spirit was hidden in the ventilation duct on the ceiling, staring at Paul with a pair of malicious eyes.
Bai Haorui: Resentment, it seems that it is affected by the ghost. Don't worry, let's take a look. The ghost's resentment is starting to show up... The fun is about to begin...
Sam: Paul looks so strange today... He was not like this before... Also, I always feel that it is very cold here... bitingly cold... It seems like something is staring at me...
Dean is packing things in the office: I can finally get off work... Why do I always feel that something bad is going to happen?... I feel panicked...
A few minutes later, Paul walked into the lounge and closed the door behind his back.
He walked to the microwave, opened the door, took out several broken plastic forks from his pocket, and inserted them into the safety lock of the microwave one by one. His movements were mechanical and stiff, like a puppet being manipulated.
Then he set the timer to 10 minutes, took a deep breath, and stuck his head into the microwave.
"Bang!"
The door to the lounge was kicked open.
Bai Haorui was the first to rush in, and a hint of purple-gold True Gang flashed across his fingertips. True Gang was like an invisible sharp blade, cutting off the power of the microwave oven.
Screams and smoke came from the microwave.
Dean and Sam also arrived shortly after and were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. Paul's hair was singed and his face was covered with blisters. He fell to the ground and groaned in pain. The smell of burnt hair and skin filled the air, which was disgusting.
Dean subconsciously stood in front of Sam, his body tensed and he took a defensive posture.
Dean: It's terrible... Why would he do this?... Retirement in two weeks... This doesn't make sense... Why did I subconsciously stand in front of Sam?... I want to protect him?...
The medical staff arrived quickly and carried Paul out.
The lounge was in a mess, and there was a burning smell and a faint coldness in the air.
Bai Haorui checked the scene and found no traces. He could feel that the ghost had left, but his resentment still remained in the air. At the same time, the aura of the same origin strengthened a little. Every action of the ghost would awaken another remnant soul of Bai Haorui's origin sleeping in this building.
Bai Haorui: It's still a little late, but his life should have been saved... Dean and Sam also saw it... Next, they will start investigating, right?
Sam: I knew something was wrong... This was definitely not an ordinary suicide... There must be something supernatural at work... Paul's look just now... was not his own at all...
the next morning
People in the office were panicked, and everyone was whispering about Paul's suicide, with a look of fear on everyone's face. No one knew why Paul committed suicide. He was clearly retiring in two weeks, and his family was very happy, so there was no reason to commit suicide.
Ian was sitting in his cubicle, working frantically and not participating in the discussion. His desk was piled with documents, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely different from his usual glib look. He kept typing on the keyboard, and his fingers were already twitching slightly, but he still didn't stop. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were empty, just like Paul yesterday.
Sam came over and handed him a cup of coffee. "Ian, take a rest, you have been working all morning."
Ian waved his hand impatiently and said without raising his head, "Don't disturb me, I'm very busy. I have to finish all these documents, otherwise I will be fired. Which gentleman will be angry."
"Ian, you are too nervous." Sam said worriedly, "What happened to Paul was just an accident. Don't think too much about it."
"Accident?" Ian suddenly raised his head and looked at Sam with crazy eyes, "This is not an accident! This is Mr.'s punishment! We must work hard and dedicate everything to the company, otherwise we will all be like Paul! Mr. has been watching us! He knows what each of us is doing!"
Bai Haorui came over with a cup of coffee and handed one to Sam.
Sam took the coffee and said thank you, his eyes full of doubts and uneasiness.
"You also think something is wrong about this, right?" Bai Haorui asked in a low voice.