Sam looked at him in surprise. "You think so too? Paul is retiring in two weeks, how could he want to commit suicide? He told me yesterday that he and his wife would go to Florida for vacation after retirement! He even bought a plane ticket!"
"I don't know." Bai Haorui shook his head, "But I always feel that something is wrong in this building. I have been working here for three weeks, and I always feel like someone is watching me. Moreover, when I patrol at night, I often hear strange sounds coming from the 14th floor."
"Me too!" Sam said excitedly, "I always feel that we don't belong here. We should do something else."
"I feel the same way." Bai Haorui nodded, "Maybe... we should investigate this matter together."
Sam's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great! Finally someone believes in me!"
Bai Haorui: That's right, you don't belong here... You belong to the road, to Impala, to the life of a demon hunter... You will remember it soon.
Bai Haorui sensed Dean walking towards this side... He also began to doubt...
Sam: Great! Finally someone believes in me... This Bai Haorui... I always feel very connected with him... It's like I've known him for a long time... I feel very at ease when I'm with him...
Dean saw Sam and Bai Haorui talking: What are they talking about?... About Paul's suicide?... I also feel that something is wrong... it's so wrong...
Ian rushed into Dean's office, lowering his head, not daring to look at Dean. His body was trembling slightly, and he was holding a stack of documents tightly in his hands, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
"What's wrong, Ian?" Dean raised his head and asked.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dean." Ian's voice was filled with tears, "I... I filled out the wrong form... I made a mistake in the sales data for the third quarter... I wrote Q3 sales as Q2..."
Dean took the document, glanced at it, and frowned. "Ian, this is just a small mistake. Just fill it out again. Don't be so nervous."
"Small mistake?" Ian suddenly collapsed and shouted, "This is not a small mistake! This will cause huge losses to the company! I betrayed the company's trust! I'm sorry for that gentleman! I'm such a waste! I don't deserve to be here!"
Tears and snot flowed down together. He covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly.
"Ian, calm down." Dean stood up and wanted to comfort him.
But Ian pushed him away violently and ran out of the office.
Dean quickly followed.
Bai Haorui happened to be patrolling in the corridor. When he saw Ian running towards the bathroom like crazy, he quickly followed him.
Ian rushed into the men's room, stood in front of the mirror, and stared at his reflection. His eyes were empty and without any sparkle, exactly the same as Paul yesterday. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a strange smile.
The temperature in the bathroom suddenly dropped sharply, and the breathed gas became clearly visible.
"Wow!"
All the faucets were opened automatically, and water was flowing gurglingly. The mirror was covered with a layer of water mist, and a blurry figure of an old man flashed in the mirror. The old man was wearing an old-fashioned black suit and a top hat, and looked at Ian with malicious eyes.
Ian took out a sharp pencil from his pocket and stabbed himself in the neck.
"Ian! No!" Dean shouted and rushed over to hold him.
But Bai Haorui is faster than Dean.
He calmly stretched out his hand, and two wisps of purple-gold True Gang flashed across his fingertips. A wisp of True Gang was like a bolt of lightning, hitting Ian's wrist, Ian's hand softened and the pencil fell to the ground with a crisp "clang" sound. Another ray of True Gang turned into an invisible dagger and stabbed the old man's figure in the mirror.
"Ah--"
The ghost was stabbed by True Gang and let out a silent scream. The water mist on the mirror disappeared instantly, and the old man's figure disappeared. The temperature in the bathroom began to slowly rise.
Ian's vision went dark, and he fell into Dean's arms and passed out.
Dean was holding Ian's body in shock. He had just clearly seen the old man in an old-fashioned suit in the mirror, but there was no one else in the bathroom except him, Ian and Bai Haorui.
Dean looked at the mirror, and his heart went crazy: What was that just now... I clearly saw an old man... Is there really a ghost?... Is Sam right...
He was holding Ian's body in a daze... Why did he feel a familiar feeling...
Bai Haorui: Keep one of them first... But it can't be too obvious, otherwise the surveillance angels will become suspicious... Dean has already seen him, and the next step is up to you.
It's great to feel that the aura of the same origin has been strengthened again... Every attack from this ghost will make my residual soul of the origin in the parallel world become more active... At this rate, it will be absorbed tonight...
Sam rushed to the bathroom and saw Ian: Ian, how could this happen?
The medical staff carried Ian out.
There was silence in Dean's office.
Dean sat behind the desk with a solemn expression. His fingers kept tapping on the table, and his mind kept replaying the scene he just saw in the bathroom. The figure of the old man, the cold temperature, the faucet that opened automatically... none of this can be explained by science.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number Sam: "Sam, come to my office."
Soon, Sam pushed the door open and walked in, closing the door.
"What's wrong, Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean raised his head and looked at him. "You are right. This is not an ordinary suicide."
Sam's eyes lit up.
At this moment, Bai Haorui also knocked on the door and walked in.
"I saw some strange things on the surveillance." Bai Haorui said, "Before Ian committed suicide, the faucet in the bathroom turned on by itself. And before Paul committed suicide, the lights in the lounge also flashed for a long time. I adjusted the surveillance video, and it was indeed like this. No one touched the switch."
"Did you see it too?!" Sam said excitedly, "I said this is not an ordinary suicide! These are all done by ghosts!"
"So, what, ghosts are real? And they are responsible for all the suicides here? Is that what you mean?" Dean asked.
"I know it sounds crazy. But yes, that's what I mean." Sam nodded.
"Hmm. Based on what?"
"Intuition."
Dean was silent for a moment, and then said, "I have the same intuition."
"Me too." Bai Haorui said, "I always feel that there is something unclean hidden in this building. And I checked and found that 17 people have committed suicide since this building was built. And these suicides all occurred during economic downturns, such as the Great Depression in 1929 and the bursting of the Internet bubble in 2001."
"17 all committed suicide? This suicide rate is too high!" Sam exclaimed.
"I hacked into their email accounts." Dean said, "It turned out that both Ian and Paul received the same email... asking them to report to room 1444 of the Human Resources Department. The email was sent anonymously and the source could not be traced."
"The human resources department is on the seventh floor." Sam said.
"That's right." Dean nodded.
"Room 1444..." Bai Haorui said thoughtfully, "I remember that the 14th floor used to be the top floor of the old office building. Room 1444 used to be the office of the company's founder P.T. Sandover. He died in 1916 and devoted his life to the company. He had no wife or children. He often said, "I am the company." When he died, he was still holding the company's official seal in his hand."
The three people looked at each other and saw the answer in each other's eyes.
"Should we go take a look?" Dean asked.
"Go now." Bai Haorui stood up and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "I'll take you there. I have the key to the 14th floor here."
Bai Haorui: Very good... Everything is going according to plan... Room 1444... I'm here... Me in the parallel world... Leave your origin to me...
Dean: P.T. Sandover? So that's it, he turned into a ghost and killed people, okay! Then let's go meet this ghost! Dean said as he picked up the iron wrench on the table and was stunned for a moment: Why is it so easy for me to pick this up?
Sam: It's finally about to start! I knew it! This is what we should do. With the two of them, I feel very at ease.
Bai Haorui brought Dean and Sam to the 14th floor.
The elevator door slowly opened, and a cold wind blew in, carrying a dusty and musty smell.
There was no one in the corridor, and the lights were dim. Only the emergency lights gave off a faint yellow light. The paint on the walls had peeled off, exposing the cement inside. The ground was covered with dust, and it was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.
The air was filled with the smell of dust and mold, as well as a faint smell of blood and a strong breath of the same origin. This smell was so strong that Bai Haorui's heart began to beat violently, and True Gang in his body started to run spontaneously, resonating strongly with the origin of the parallel world. He could clearly feel that the soul of the same origin as him was in room 1444, waiting for his fusion.
They walked to the door of room 1444 and heard a shrill scream coming from inside.
Sam Without thinking, he kicked the door open. The action was clean and neat, with just the right amount of force. The door hit the wall with a loud bang, making a loud noise.
Dean held an iron wrench in his hand, Bai Haorui held a baton in his hand, and the three people rushed into the room.
They saw the ghost of Sandover suspended in mid-air, stretched out its skinny claws, and pinched the neck of a technical support employee. The employee's face turned purple, his tongue stuck out, and he was about to die.
Dean didn't even think about it, waving the wrench and hitting the ghost.
"Hoo!"
The wrench passed through the ghost's body and let out a roar.
The ghost of Sandover let out an angry scream, let go of the employee, and disappeared into the air.
The technical support employee collapsed on the ground, shaking and gasping for air.
"How's it going? Are you okay?" Dean walked over, helped him up and asked.
"Wow. How did you know to do this?" Sam looked at Dean in surprise.
"I don't know at all." Dean shook his head, looking confused.
"It's like, we've done it before." Bai Haorui said.
"Oh my god, man. Yeah." Sam nodded, "I really want a beer."
"Oh, sorry, man," Dean said, "I'm on a detox. I threw out all the carbs in the house."
"Hey. How do you know that ghosts are afraid of wrenches? That's crazy, right?" Sam said, "And you Bai, that kick on the door is great. It's like you are possessed by Bruce Lee. What are you, a black belt or something like that?"
"No. I have no idea how I did it." Dean said, "It's like we've done it before."
"What do you mean by "before"? Like Sherri McClane's past and present lives?"
"No."
"I always have a feeling that I don't belong here. You know?" Sam said seriously, "It's like I should be doing something more meaningful than sitting in a cubicle dealing with after-sales."
"I think most people who work in cubicles feel the same way."
"No. Well, listen, it's more than that." Sam shook his head, "Like, I don't like my job. I don't like this city. I don't like my clothes. I don't even like my own last name. I don't know how to explain it, except... it feels like I should be doing something else. There's something in my blood. Like I'm destined to do something different. What about you? Have you ever felt that way?"
Dean was silent. He looked at the dark night sky outside the window, feeling confused. He had indeed felt this way before, and it was very strong.
"I don't believe in fate." Dean finally said, "But I believe in dealing with the matter at hand. Okay, then, what should we do now? Let's divide the work, Sammy. Investigate and study."
"Did you just call me Sammy?" Sam looked at him in surprise.
"Did I call?" Dean looked confused.
"I thought you did. Don't call me that."
"I'm sorry."
Bai Haorui: Yes, you have done it thousands of times before, and it has been engraved in your bones. Even without memory, you are still the best hunters. Turn your head and look at the corner of room 1444, where the power of the same origin is most concentrated. Wait a moment before absorbing it, and accompany them through the process first.
Dean: Sammy? Why did I call him Sammy? This name is so familiar, and just now, I picked up the wrench and hit it... How did I know that this thing is useful for ghosts?
Sam: Sammy? This name, eh! It's better not to be called that!
The three people left the 14th floor and drove to Dean's apartment.
Dean turned on the computer, sat in front of it, and searched for information about P.T. Sandover. Sam and Bai Haorui sat next to him, looking at the computer screen.
Soon, Dean found a website called "Ghost Hunter". He clicked on the website, which was full of introductions to various supernatural phenomena and methods of dealing with them. There were also many instructional videos, all recorded by two people named Ed and Harry.
"Oh, I won the jackpot." Dean said excitedly, "What did you find?" Sam asked.
"I found the best website ever. Real ghost hunters. These guys are so talented. Check out this. Instructional video?"
Dean clicked on a teaching video. In the video, Ed and Harry were explaining how to deal with ghosts.
"The most effective ways to deal with ghosts are salt, iron and burning their remains." Ed said in the video, "Salt can form a barrier to prevent ghosts from approaching. Iron can harm ghosts. Burning their remains can completely eliminate them. If the remains have been cremated, then finding any items they have come into contact with during their lifetime and burning them can achieve the same effect."
At this moment, Bai Haorui and Origin True Gang shook slightly and began to automatically digest the power of the same source they had just absorbed.
A cool feeling surged from the depths of his soul and flowed throughout his body. His understanding of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" suddenly deepened, and many previously obscure formulas were now suddenly clear to him. He felt that his brain had become clearer than ever before, as if he could see through the essence of things.
Bai Haorui: It's amazing. The power of the same source can actually improve my understanding? I feel like my brain has become clearer! My understanding of the exercises has also become deeper, my dear! It feels so good!
"That's him. That's the ghost." Sam pointed at a photo on the computer screen and said, "P.T. Sandover. Died in 1916. He devoted his life to work. He had no wife or children. He often said that he was the company. His blood flows in the whole building."
"Wow, okay. So he is a super workaholic." Dean said, "Maybe he is still here, you know, protecting his company... even killing people for the company. And this is not the first time someone has committed suicide in this building. In 1929, 7 people jumped from this building. In 1987, the stock market crashed, 5 people committed suicide. In 2001, 3 people. Now, there are 2 more people."
"But that year many people jumped from tall buildings."
"How many companies have 17 suicides?"
"Yo."
"Okay, so P.T. Sandover, the guardian of the company." Dean said, "His ghost awakens and becomes active during times of severe economic hardship. The worst times since the Great Depression..."
"Now. Yeah, it sucks now. My portfolio is in shambles. I don't even want to mention it."
"So Sandover is helping the company make money..."
"By getting rid of some of the model employees."
"Yeah. I mean, Ian and Paul." Dean said, "It's like he turned them into different people. Perfect worker bees, absolutely. So loyal to the company... that they would commit seppuku if they made the slightest mistake."
"Another interesting fact is that this building was not so high before." Bai Haorui said, "There used to be only 14 floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, 1444? A long time ago, it was the old man's office. Later, the company expanded and raised the building to 30 floors, but the 14th floor has never been used and has been empty."
"Sandover was cremated." Dean frowned, "He had his ashes scattered in the company's small Garden. We can't burn the entire Garden."
"Then what should we do now?" Sam asked
"How can we find a bit of ancient DNA in a skyscraper?"
Bai Haorui thought for a while and said, "Well, I remember there is a company history exhibition room on the 22nd floor. There should be Sandover's relics there. I will take you there. I have been there before when I was patrolling."
The three people came to the company building, walked into the elevator, and pressed the button for the 22nd floor.
The elevator rises slowly.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the 10th floor.
The elevator door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a security uniform walked in. He was the night shift security supervisor. He was tall, with a sinewy face and fierce eyes. When he saw the three people, he first greeted Dean and Bai Haorui, then frowned and looked at Sam: "Who are you? What are you doing here? It's off duty now."
"I'm Sam Wesson from the technical support department." Sam said, "I'm here to fix the computer. The computer on the 22nd floor is broken."
"The technical support department is on the 7th floor." The security guard looked at him suspiciously, "And the showroom on the 22nd floor never uses computers. Come with me to the security room."
Bai Haorui wanted to help Sam, but Sam winked at him and asked him and Dean to go to the showroom first.
Bai Haorui and Dean nodded.
Close the elevator door and continue walking upward.
Sam stayed on the 10th floor with the security guard.
"Come on, follow me to the security room." The security guard said and pressed the elevator.
At this moment, the TV screen in the elevator suddenly turned into snowflakes.
The elevator suddenly stopped and hung in mid-air.
The security guard pried open the elevator door and leaned out. "Come out quickly, the elevator is broken."
At this moment, the elevator suddenly sank suddenly.
"Ah--"
The security guard was decapitated by the elevator door, and blood spattered all over Sam. The warm blood sprayed on his face and clothes, with a strong fishy smell.
Sam was trembling with fear. He looked at the corpses on the ground, and his stomach was churning. He finally calmed down, climbed out of the elevator, and ran along the stairs to the 22nd floor. His steps staggered, and his heart was full of fear, but he knew that he had to find Dean and Bai Haorui.
Sam ran to the showroom covered in blood.
Dean and Bai Haorui were shocked when they saw him.
"Sam! What's wrong with you?" Dean rushed over and asked nervously.
"The elevator... the elevator fell... that security guard... he is dead..." Sam said with a trembling voice. His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear.
Bai Haorui immediately walked over and patted Sam on the back. A purple-gold True Gang surged out from his palm and dispersed quietly. The yin energy and the smell of blood on Sam's body. True Gang was like a warm current, flowing throughout Sam's body, making him no longer so afraid.
"It's okay, Sam." Bai Haorui said gently, "We are here."
Dean pointed to a glass cabinet and said, "Look over there."
There is a pair of old leather gloves in the glass cabinet, with the words "P.T. Sandover work gloves, 1910" written on them. The gloves are black and have been badly worn, but the workmanship of that year can still be seen to be exquisite.
The three people looked at each other and nodded.
Dean picked up an iron chair next to him and slammed it against the glass cabinet.
"Wow!"
The glass cabinet was smashed and glass shards were scattered on the floor.
Dean reached out and took out the pair of leather gloves.
At this moment, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped sharply. All the lights went out, and only the emergency lights gave off a weak yellow light.
The ghost of Sandover suddenly appeared in front of them. He was wearing an old-fashioned black suit and a top hat. His face was pale, and his eyes were burning with angry flames. His body was surrounded by black resentment, like poisonous snakes, twisting in the air.
"Get out of my company!" Sandover let out an angry roar and rushed toward them. His claws were so cold that they seemed to freeze people's souls.
Bai Haorui calmly stretched out his hand, and the purple-gold True Gang condensed in his palm, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the ghost's first attack. True Gang collided with the resentment, making a silent loud noise that shook the air.
Dean and Sam picked up the iron frame beside them and hit the ghost. Their cooperation was perfect, one attacked the ghost's upper body and the other attacked the ghost's lower body, as if they had cooperated countless times. The iron frame passed through the ghost's body, making a sizzling sound and bursting out black smoke.
The ghost of Sandover was beaten back and forth, letting out angry screams. He waved his claws suddenly, and a black resentment shot towards Dean.
Bai Haorui The fingertips flashed, and a blast of True Gang shattered the resentment.