"Well, it does look a bit strange on the surface, I admit it." Sheriff Carnegie blew out a smoke ring, and his face looked even more tired amid the smoke, "But, once you look at the facts..."
"William Hill died of a gunshot wound to the head. There was no gun, no gunpowder residue, and no bullets." Sam interrupted him, holding the forensic preliminary report in his hand. "There was a perfect circular bullet hole in his skull, but there was no bullet in his brain. Moreover, his room was locked from the inside, and there were no signs of forced entry. Yes, this is not surprising at all."
"There must be a reasonable explanation. There always is," the police chief said stubbornly.
"Then what is your reasonable explanation?" Dean asked, crossing his arms and looking at him with interest.
"Professional killers. Well, Central Intelligence Agency, National Security Agency. Those well-trained assassins." The police chief waved his hand, as if to ward off a fly, "Just like in "Michael·Clay ton". They use special bullets that will melt in the human body without leaving traces. Or they use some kind of sonic weapon. Today's technology is so advanced, anything is possible."
Dean and Sam looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. Reasoning with such a stubborn person was like playing the electric guitar to a cow as Bai Haorui said.
"Okay. Can we talk to the witness?" Sam said.
"Excuse me. She was completely incoherent. And she was speaking Spanish, which I couldn't understand." The police chief pointed to the steps outside the house. "We found a translator, but she refused to say anything. She just kept crying."
Consuela Alvarez sat on the steps outside the house, sobbing non-stop. She was about fifty years old, with dark skin, a face full of wrinkles, and some white hair, which was tied back with a rubber band. She was wearing a blue plaid dress and a pair of sandals on her feet. She was the nanny of Professor Hill's family. She had worked at the professor's house for more than twenty years and was also the only witness.
Sam walked up to her, squatted down, and tried to make his voice sound gentle. He tried to communicate with her in his broken Spanish. "Consuela Alvarez? I'm Federal Bureau of Investigation. You said you saw something in the window of the professor's house, right?"
Consuela raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her eyes were full of fear.
"A very tall man, very tall, wearing a long black coat, and... a beard? A beard." Sam gestured to his chin, trying hard to organize Spanish vocabulary.
"Is he wearing a wide-brimmed hat?" Dean interjected.
"It's a hat. Isn't it... a tall hat?" Consuela gestured at the height of the hat with his hand, his voice trembling.
"Oh, like a top hat?"
"Oh, you mean like a chimney cap?"
"Yes!" Consuela nodded vigorously and became excited, "It's that kind of hat! Tall and black. He wore a long black coat and had a beard. He took a gun and shot the professor in the head. Then he disappeared. Just like that... disappeared out of thin air."
"Oh, yes, just like Abel Lahan·Lincoln." Dean said.
"Yes!" Consuela grabbed Sam's arm excitedly, "President Lincoln! President Lincoln killed Mr. Hill! I saw it with my own eyes! He walked into the study, shot the professor, and then disappeared!"
Dean and Sam looked at each other again, this time their eyes were full of shock and confusion.
Late at night, in a motel room.
Dean repeatedly played the video from Jim's camera, over and over again, without blinking. He adjusted the playback speed to the slowest and viewed it frame by frame. Then, he pressed the pause button.
"Wait." He turned the computer to Sam and pointed at a blurry reflection on the screen, "This is a frame from the Jim·Grossman video. On that mirror in the garage. Am I crazy, or does this look like James·Dean?"
Sam came closer to the screen and took a closer look. In the video, a blurry figure was reflected on a dusty mirror in the garage. The man was wearing a red jacket, with a signature airplane head, and a rebellious smile on his lips. He was indeed exactly the same as James·Dean. "It does look like James·Dean."
"So we have Abel Rahan·Lincoln and James·Dean?"
"A famous ghost?"
"Well, this is too ridiculous." Dean shook his head and leaned back in his chair, "No, there are actually many legends about famous ghosts. Much more than those unknown ghosts. Because there are so many people remembering them and so many people talking about them, their obsession is stronger and it is easier for them to stay in this world. I am surprised that we have never encountered them before."
"Now we have two? Two extremely angry ghosts? And both killing their own fans?"
Dean said, "Professor Hill is a famous Civil War historian. He wrote three books about Lincoln. His home is full of Lincoln souvenirs. He simply He has always been a fan of Lincoln. And Carl must be a fan of James·Dean. He spent 17 years tracking that guy's car."
Sam was typing on the keyboard quickly on the computer, searching for the latest news and activities of Canton City. His fingers were flying on the keyboard, making a "crackling" sound. Suddenly, he stopped, with an expression of disbelief on his face. "You must be kidding."
"What?" Dean came over.
"Canton Wax Museum." Sam turned the computer screen to Dean, "They just held a 'Historical Figures Exhibition' last week, which displayed many wax figures of historical celebrities. There are exhibits from Lincoln and James·Dean. And...Gandhi."
Dean looked at the wax figure of Gandhi on the screen and couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, he is so short. Is he really only this tall?"
"Hey. Gandhi is a great man." Sam said dissatisfiedly and glared at Dean, "He led India's non-violent non-cooperation movement and changed the whole world."
"Yeah, for a Smurf." Dean laughed even harder.
At this moment, Dean's cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, walked to the window and picked it up, with his back to Sam. His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by Sam.
"Yeah, Bobby. We have a little trouble here... The ghosts of Abel Lahan·Lincoln and James·Dean are killing Man. Can you believe it?... why so murderous? I don't know. Maybe Apocalypse made them agitated. Well, we all know whose fault it was. Well, I'm sorry, but it's the truth. I'll call you later. Goodbye."
Dean hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Sam standing at the door, his face as gloomy as if he was about to drip.
"What's wrong? Have you packed the trunk?" Dean said pretending to be relaxed, avoiding Sam's eyes.
"It's packed. Who called just now?" Sam's voice was calm, but terrifyingly calm.
"Bobby."
"Then what?"
"Nothing." Dean shrugged and said nonchalantly, "He was just asking about the progress of the case."
"So we just pretend that I didn't hear what you just said?" Sam's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and he walked towards Dean step by step, "'We all know whose fault this is'? You are talking about me, right? Apocalypse It's all my fault, right?"
Dean was a little panicked after being exposed, but he quickly hardened his heart. He couldn't show weakness. He had to stay vigilant. What if Sam loses control again? What if still remains in his body? What to do with Lucifer's power? What if he is bewitched by the devil again? "Well, this is the freshest." He picked up his coat, "Now, can we leave? The wax museum is about to close. We have to get there before they leave."
"You know Dean, this can't go on like this." Sam stopped him, blocking the door, looking at him firmly, "How long will I have to be on 'double secret probation'? Until you say it's okay? Until you think I'm 'safe'? Listen, Dean, I know what I did. Everything I did. Me and Ruby cooperated, I drank the devil's blood, I broke the last seal and released Lucifer. I know that my sins are serious, I know that I have ruined the whole world. I am trying to crawl out of that pit. I am really trying. I punish myself every day and regret every day. But you don't help me at all. You look at me like a prisoner."
"Should I let you go?" Dean's voice also became louder.
"No. You can think whatever you want. I deserve it, and more." Sam's voice trembled, with tears in his eyes, "Damn, you will never punish me as harshly as I punish myself. I have nightmares every night, dreaming about the people I killed, dreaming about Lucifer. I wish I could kill myself. But the point is, if we are going to be a team, you and I... have to be a two-way street. You can't say you believe me and stab me in the back at the same time. You can't let me fight with you while treating me like a bomb that's ready to explode at any time."
"Are we going back to the way we were before?" Dean asked, his tone full of sarcasm.
"No, because we were never like that before." Sam said excitedly, "The previous way didn't work. Otherwise, how do you think we would be where we are today? Dad always regards you as my guardian, asking you to take care of me and protect me. You also You have always regarded me as the little brother who needs your protection. You always make decisions for me and always put me under your wings. But I am no longer, Dean. I have grown up. I have my own ideas and my own judgment. I can protect myself."
"What do you mean by that?" Dean's face darkened, and his eyes were full of hurt.
"Dean, one of the reasons why I left with Ruby... was to leave you." Sam looked into his eyes and said word by word, each word was like a knife, piercing Dean's heart, "Being with her makes me feel very powerful. I feel like I'm not just your little brother. I feel like I can make my own decisions and protect myself. I feel like I'm an independent person, not Dean·Winchester's younger brother."
Dean was stunned, as if he had been punched hard. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no word came out.
Huge anger and pain swept through Dean. He felt as if his heart was tightly grasped and he couldn't breathe.
At this moment, Dean's cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, answered the call and listened for a while, then his face changed and he took a deep breath. "It seems you are right, this matter is not over yet. The police chief called, another girl is missing. Witnesses said that it was Paris Hill who took her away."
At the same time, Texas Lone Star Town central square.
The setting sun dyed the sky blood red. The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the corpses on the ground and the broken town, making it look particularly desolate and strange. There was not a bird in the sky, and even the wind smelled of blood.
Bai Haorui walked to the central square of the town. A dilapidated fountain stood in the center of the square. The water in the fountain had dried up long ago, and it was filled with garbage and corpses. The black mist in the square condensed into substance here, and was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve. The visibility was less than five meters.
Horseman of War is leaning on his red Mustang sports car, holding a can of beer in his hand, looking leisurely at the world in front of him Hell. He is wearing a well-tailored red suit, and the white shirt collar is open, revealing a strong chest. He has short blond hair and a pair of brown eyes, with a satisfied smile on his handsome face. There is no trace of mercy in his eyes, only the love for killing and destruction.
"Oh, who is here." Horseman of War raised his head and saw Bai Haorui, with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Last time in River Pass town, you guys ruined my good deeds. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet, but you came to my door yourself. What? What about that Winchester Family boy and that fallen angel? Don't they dare to come? Or are they already dead?"
"Stop talking nonsense to me." Bai Haorui held the peach wood sword tightly, and the purple-gold True Gang was instantly injected into the sword. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman inscriptions engraved on the sword emitted a dazzling golden light and made a "buzzing" sword sound, as if it was eager to fight. "Today your daddy has to fuck you."
"Just you?" Horseman of War sneered and threw the beer can in his hand on the ground. The beer spilled on the ground and made a "click" sound. "Last time I just played with you. This time I won't be merciful. I will let you taste real pain. I will let you watch everyone here die in front of you, and then slowly kill you."
Before he finished speaking, Horseman of War took the lead in launching an attack. With a wave of his hand, a thick black Power of War turned into a huge sickle, and the blade shone with an icy cold light, carrying a breath. The howling wind struck Bai Haorui's head. Wherever the sickle passed, the air was torn apart, making a harsh scream. The corpses and gravel on the ground were rolled up and turned into fragments all over the sky.
Bai Haorui calmly took a half-step forward with his left foot, his center of gravity sank, and his feet firmly planted on the ground, like an ancient tree with roots for thousands of years. He held the sword in both hands to block upwards. "Cang!" The peach wood sword and the black sickle collided fiercely, creating a powerful shock wave. The shock wave spread in all directions, flying up the corpses and gravel on the ground, and huge cracks were opened on the stone road in the square.
Bai Haorui took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground. He only felt numbness in his arms, surging blood, and a hint of blood in his throat. Horseman of War's power was indeed well-deserved, more than twice as strong as the last time in River Pass town. It seemed that after Apocalypse started, his power was also constantly increasing.
While Horseman of War's old strength had exhausted its new strength, Bai Haorui immediately launched a counterattack. With his right foot on the ground, his body rushed forward like an arrow off the string, and he rushed in front of Horseman of War in three steps. He was fast. It was so shocking that only a purple-gold afterimage could be seen. He held the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Horseman of War's heart. The most unpretentious straight thrust, without any fancy movements, condensed all his True Gang, containing indestructible power.
Horseman of War's pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Bai Haorui's speed to be so fast. He didn't dare to take a hard hit, turned to the left suddenly, and raised his right arm to block. The peach wood sword grazed His shoulder was stabbed, and the True Gang on the sword tore his red suit, leaving a bone-deep wound on his shoulder. Black blood flowed out of the wound, exuding a pungent smell of sulfur.
"Ah!" Horseman of War roared in pain. His eyes turned blood red, and a rich black Power of War erupted from his body, forming a huge shock wave that swept towards Bai Haorui, as if it was going to destroy everything.
Bai Haorui was already prepared. He quickly made seals with his left hand and chanted King Kong Mantra in his mouth. "The Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of Wanqi. Cultivate for hundreds of millions of kalpas and prove my magical power. King Kong Body Protection, immune to all evil!" As he chanted the mantra, a purple-gold True Gang shield formed in front of him, with dense runes flashing on the shield.
The black shock wave hit the shield, making a loud noise. The shield shook violently, with spider web-like cracks appearing, but in the end it blocked the attack.
Bai Haorui flicked his right hand, and Five Emperor Coins turned into five rays of golden light, which shot like bullets at the five vital points of Horseman of War's eyebrows, throat, heart, pubic area and knees. Five Emperor Coins was engraved with the emperor's year number, which contained the aura of human fireworks and had a strong restraint on dark creatures.
Horseman of War snorted and waved his hands quickly, forming a black energy barrier. Five Emperor Coins hit the barrier, made a "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" sound, and then bounced back.
The first round of confrontation ended. Bai Haorui was panting slightly. Horseman of War's shoulders were flowing with black blood, and his eyes became more sinister, like a wounded beast.
"It's a bit interesting." Horseman of War licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a cruel smile on his face, "However, this is not enough. This is just a warm-up."
He launched another attack. This time he no longer held back, and all the Power of War in his body erupted. The black mist condensed into countless swords, spears, bows, arrows, and axes, and shot towards Bai Haorui like raindrops. They were densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and there was nowhere to hide.
Bai Haorui's eyes narrowed. He knew that he could no longer fight head-on with him.
He inserted the mahogany sword on the ground, quickly formed seals with his hands, and recited the "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Miao Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin". "At that time, Celestial Worthy of Deliverance from Suffering was everywhere in the ten directions, always using its divine power, Rescue all sentient beings and escape from the lost path. All sentient beings are unaware, just like blindly seeing the sun and moon. I am too inexperienced, and my leadership is boundless. Qingyun opens the door to life, and the auspicious smoke blocks the dead house. At the beginning of the mysterious Yuan Dynasty, I use the auspicious sense of opportunity..."
As the mantra was recited, the ground beneath his feet began to glow. Golden runes emerged from the ground, one after another, twinkling like stars. With him as the center, a huge Eight Trigrams Soul-Suppressing Formation with a diameter of twenty meters was formed.. The eight directions of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui shone with light of different colors. Powerful suppressive force squeezed Horseman of War from all directions, as if there was a big mountain pressing on him.
"Damn! What the hell is this?" Horseman of War was trapped in the formation, roaring angrily. He felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, his movements became extremely slow, and Power of War on his body began to become unstable, constantly being purified and dissolved by the formation. He felt that his power was losing little by little.
He punched the formation barrier, and a large piece of the golden rune instantly shattered. But soon, new runes were replaced, intact as before. No matter how he attacked, the formation remained motionless.
Bai Haorui took the opportunity to launch an attack. He aroused the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire deep in his Dantian, which was the natal True Fire produced by his practice of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art". It is the most yang and the most strong, specializing in restraining all evil and evil things. At the same time, he also aroused the Samadhi True Fire embers in the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows.
Two flames, one red and one gold, rose from his body and wrapped around his right arm. Then, he held the peach wood sword, and the two flames flowed down the arm to the sword, entwined and merged with each other, forming three layers of superimposed evil-destroying flames.
The temperature of the flames increased sharply, and the surrounding air was roasted and distorted. The weeds on the ground burned instantly and turned into ashes. The stones were burned red and melted into glass-like liquid. Even the space seemed to be slightly deformed by the fire.
"Cut!" Bai Haorui shouted, the sound was like thunder. He held the sword with both hands, used all his strength, and slashed forward with all his strength.
A huge flaming sword energy burst out of the air, with the momentum of burning the sky and destroying the earth, and slashed towards Horseman of War. Wherever the flaming sword energy passed, the ground was scorched black, leaving a deep ravine. The black mist made a "sizzling" sound when it encountered the flames, and instantly dissipated without a trace.
Horseman of War's face changed drastically. He could feel the terrifying power contained in this flaming sword energy, which was the pure Yang fire specially designed to restrain dark beings like him. Once he was hit, even if he did not die, his vitality would be severely injured.
He didn't dare to take a hard hit, so he could only dodge to the side desperately. His movements were slowed down by the suppression of the formation. Although he escaped the fatal blow, the flaming sword energy still brushed his arm.
"Ah!" Horseman of War let out a painful scream.
The flames burned off half of his sleeves, leaving a black wound on his arm. When the black Power of War encountered the flames, it made a "sizzling" sound and emitted bursts of black smoke, which could not be regenerated. There were waves of heartbreaking pain from the wound, as if Bones was burned.