"Who the hell do you care who you are?" Colfax's eyes were dazed, but his temper was fierce, and his tone was as fierce as breaking a jar, "My partner has become like that, and you still want to cause trouble for me?"
"We understand how you feel. We are from Federal Bureau of Investigation, Ed, and would like to ask you a few questions about the death of your partner."
"Don't worry about it." Colfax waved his hand, staggered and almost fell down, "It's no one's business."
"Officer, we believe your partner died of unnatural causes. Does he have any enemies? Or has he handled any difficult cases recently?"
Colfax suddenly sneered, his voice trembling and a little nervous. "Enemies? You can say that. They all deserve it, and I will be next. When I die, it will be over, and God will be satisfied."
Dean and Sam looked at each other and felt something was wrong. "Why does God want you to die?"
"Because Chris Topher·Birch." Colfax gasped, cold sweat mixed with blood flowing down his forehead, "That kid... has no face. They planted the gun."
He suddenly held his head and screamed, his voice shrill and changed tone. "Damn it, my head is itching so bad, it feels like I'm wearing a pair of dirty sweatpants!"
He scratched his forehead frantically, scratching his skin with his nails and bleeding profusely.
Immediately afterwards, black locusts came out from under the skin of his forehead, crawled out along the eye sockets and corners of the mouth, gnawing at the flesh densely, making tiny clicking sounds, and leaving bloodstains wherever they crawled. Not only the forehead, but also the cheeks, neck, and back of the hands, there were bugs burrowing out, as if there was a worm nest hidden under the skin.
Colfax groaned, fell straight to the ground, twitched a few times, and couldn't move his legs.
The bugs were still swarming out of his head, crawling around the body in a small area, a layer of blackness that made one's scalp numb.
Dean subconsciously took half a step back, covered his mouth, suppressed his nausea, and turned pale.
Sam stood there without even frowning. He stared at the corpse and said calmly, "Blood disaster, boil disaster, and locust plague. Egypt are three of the ten disasters."
"That's right, but these bugs came out of the police's heads." Dean wiped his face and complained, "I remember this paragraph was not written in King James Bible. Did co-author God change his career to assassination?"
At this moment, the door of the morgue was pushed open with a "squeak".
Bai Haorui was standing at the door wearing a black jacket, his body tall and straight, like a javelin.
The expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight, only the lavender Lotus Seal between the eyebrows flashed a faint purple light under the fluorescent lamp, it was as fast as an illusion.
He glanced at the insect corpses on the ground and Colfax's corpse, and frowned slightly.
"It's not witchcraft. It's the fragment of Staff of Moses." He walked in with steady steps, and the heels of his shoes made no sound when stepping on the cement floor, like they were floating over. "The ten plagues simulated by the Holy Power only have forms and no gods, so they only killed three people and did not spread."
When Dean saw him, he was obviously relieved. "You're here. I was just talking about Heaven's stuff, and now you're here."
Sam raised his eyes and nodded lightly. "Sooner than I expected."
Bai Haorui didn't answer, and squatted down, with his fingertips hanging half an inch above the locust. A very thin thread of purple gold True Fire floated out from his fingertips, as thin as a thread, and landed on the insect.
The locust didn't even make a sizzling sound. It instantly turned into a plume of black smoke and dispersed in the air, leaving not even ashes.
Dean next to him felt a subtle heat coming to his face, with a faint scent of sandalwood.
"It's Heaven's holy power, but it's not pure." He stood up and retracted the True Fire on his fingertips into his body, leaving no trace behind. "The complete Staff of Moses launched the ten plagues, which covered the entire area and would not just focus on three people. The scepter was broken into pieces, and each piece only had one-tenth of the power of the original. The person holding it did not understand the use of the sacred object, and would only trigger it in a targeted manner for revenge."
When he spoke, his eyes lightly swept over Sam's face.
Sam is lowering his head to close the file, his face expressionless, there is no pity or disgust in his eyes, only the calmness of analyzing the case - it's like looking at a set of experimental data. It's not three people who died, but three sets of samples.
Bai Haorui sighed secretly in his heart.
With the core of his soul missing, his ability to empathize was gone, and even his most basic reaction to death was almost gone, which was more serious than he had expected when he was in seclusion.
Dean didn't notice the undercurrent between the two and rubbed his hands. "Okay, now we know the murder weapon. Then who is holding this thing? It can't be Moses himself who ran out for revenge, right?"
"Three of the three police officers involved died." Sam closed the file and tucked it under his arm. "I checked their police records in the past year. Among the cases we have handled together, only the shooting case of Chris Topher and Birch has problems. The three reports are verbatim, which is obvious collusion. Check Birch's house first, there must be contact."
Bai Haorui nodded. "Let's go. First go to Birch's house and see who has been in contact with the angel."
The road outside the town was empty. The afternoon sun made the road surface hot, and the asphalt road was a little soft. The wind blew dust over it, carrying a sticky smell of asphalt.
Impala was parked under an oak tree, and the shadows of the trees fell on the car, making people's eyes dazzled.
The three of them sat back in the car, Sam spread the printed case file on his lap, and clicked on one of the pages with his fingertips. "On the 15th of last month, Chris Topher Birch, a sixteen-year-old black boy, was killed by Hutch while driving at night. The three of them chased each other and were shot in the head after being forced to stop." He clicked on the scene report with his fingertips, "The police said he got out of the car and brandished a firearm and was forced to open fire. But I asked the informant in the town and found that the kid was usually quite honest. He worked odd jobs in a supermarket, didn't even smoke cigarettes, and had never touched a gun.
He was an unarmed kid, and they killed him and put a gun on him.
A bunch of bastards."
"So they killed the kid and planted the spoils." Dean leaned back in the chair and tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, "Maybe Colfax is right, maybe Heaven just doesn't like these bad police officers and came down to kill them?" After saying that, he sneered, "No, do you really believe what the guy with the worm in his head said? Is this the theory you are sure of?"
"Dean, angels have to find something to do, right?" Sam turned to look at him, his tone as calm as saying that the weather is nice today, "Apocalypse is over. Maybe Heaven is too busy now."
"Maybe. You should call Castiel and ask."
Sam's expression stiffened for a moment, then returned to normal, and his tone was a little sarcastic. "Are you kidding? Dean, I tried it. When I just came back from Hell, the first, second, and third thing I did was to find him. I tried prayers and summoning rituals. I burned a dozen candles, but that bastard didn't answer the phone at all."
When he said this, he tightened his fingers slightly. In fact, it was more than three times, dozens of times before and after, but nothing happened.
It would be false to say that I am not disappointed, but it is just a little bit. A piece of my soul is missing, and even the disappointment becomes very weak.
"Try it." Dean cleared his throat, deliberately pinching his throat to pretend to be praying, "Now I lie down to sleep peacefully, and I pray to Castiel to move his feathered ass down."
Sam rolled his eyes at him. "Are you childish?"
"Be optimistic." Dean took out his cell phone and shook it in the air, "Come on Cass, don't be a big name! We met Pestilence here, did you receive it?" He put down the phone and shrugged, "Look, I told you, that bastard didn't answer."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzzing sound from the back seat of the car, and an extremely strong holy force came over. The air froze, and even the wind stopped. The pieces of paper in the car suddenly floated up, rustling against the roof of the car, and the window glass buzzed and trembled.
Bai Haorui's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand almost instantly, with his five fingers forming claws. The Pure Yang True Fire in the Dantian rushed to the fingertips along the meridians, and a ball of purple gold Gang Qi condensed in the palm of his hand, three inches in diameter., turning steadily. He turned sideways and stood between Dean and Sam, his back tensed, and Divine Sense instantly spread out, like a large invisible net, firmly blocking the breath in the back seat of the car.
It is an archangel-level holy power, but it is mixed and impure, with a sluggish feeling of battle wounds.
"It's okay." He whispered, his tone as steady as a mountain.
Dean and Sam turned around suddenly, and saw Castiel wearing a beige windbreaker standing next to the back seat of the car, with his feet not touching the ground, floating there, expressionless, as if he was growing out of the air.
His gaze crossed the two brothers and was fixed directly on Bai Haorui. There was alertness, surprise, and a bit of inquiry in his eyes - the last time they met was during the cemetery battle, Bai's power actually increased a lot, and his soul was so pure that even angels rarely see it.
"Bai. Your power has become stronger again."
Bai Haorui Gang Qi withdrew his palm, and the air ball dispersed in the air without any ripples. He nodded slightly as a greeting and said nothing.
He could feel that the holy power on Castiel was very mixed, with patches here and there, with a stagnant feeling of war wounds. Heaven had been through a lot of civil war this year, and the archangel was in very poor condition. He was not as good as he looked on the surface.
I guess they came after the fragments of Staff of Moses, and followed the traces of the holy power to find this place.
Sam looked a little confused and cleared his throat. Dean quickly smoothed things over. "Okay, okay, let's be serious. Sam danced Hell for us and took the blame for the whole team, don't you remember? As a result, he finally came back, and you couldn't even spare five minutes to reply?"
"If I have an answer, I will reply." Castiel lowered his eyes and landed on Sam, "But I don't know, Sam. No one knows who pulled you out of the cage, and they don't know why. I searched all over Hell and couldn't find any trace of your soul. It seems like you were fished out directly, not a regular resurrection."
"God didn't do it?"
"No one has seen God." Castiel shook his head, "The whole thing is still a mystery."
"What does 'don't know' mean?" Dean frowned, his tone a little harsh, "Which word do you not understand?"
"Cass, listen." Dean stared at him, "From now on, when Sam calls you, you must answer it. Do you hear me? You can even fly down and just say 'I don't know'. Don't worry about the bond between us..."
"Do you think I'm here because of your summons?" Castiel interrupted him with a serious tone, "I'm here for this matter."
"Okay, the co-authored case is more important than us, right?" Dean curled his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"This matter is of great importance." Castiel glanced at the three people, and finally stopped at Bai Haorui, as if he was considering whether he could tell Heaven's inside story in front of him.
Bai Haorui leaned on the back of the chair, spinning a Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips. The copper coins were spinning quickly on his fingertips, with a light golden shimmer. "Staff of Moses was stolen, Heaven was in civil strife. This is what you want to say." His tone was calm, as if he was talking about what he had eaten today.
Castiel's pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of surprise. "How do you know?"
"Guess." Bai Haorui's fingertips stopped, and Five Emperor Coins landed firmly on his palm, "Apocalypse ended, God retreated, and the throne was empty.. Some people want to grab the seat, like Raphael, who want to restart Apocalypse and follow the old script. Some people don't want to, like you. If the two sides fight, there will be no one guarding the relic library, so things will naturally be lost."
He spoke in an understatement, but Castiel's face darkened.
This person saw Heaven's mess so clearly, it was as if he had seen it with his own eyes, without any deviation.
"These murders were not committed by angels, but the murder weapons were our weapons." Castiel retracted his gaze and looked at the brothers, "You call it Staff of Moses. But this weapon did not exert its full power and was just fragmented. I think Moses himself can be ruled out as a suspect."
"Scepter?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "I remember that thing was used to deal with Egypt people, a big killer weapon that can move the wind and rain."
"Yes, that's the one who made the news." Castiel nodded, "Before Apocalypse, even if Heaven was corrupt, at least it was stable. The scepter was locked in the relic vault. No one dared to move. As soon as the war ended, it was a mess, and the guards were all sent to the front line. In the chaos, many powerful weapons were stolen, Staff of Moses was just one of them, and there were several sacred objects that were leaked to the world."
"Wait a minute." Dean's eyes widened, "You Heaven lost a bunch of 'nuclear weapons' together? Your management is too outrageous."
"I'm afraid so. And you just happened to hit one of them." Castiel said in a serious tone, "We must find this murder weapon, and I need your help."
"That's really nice to say." Dean sneered, "I couldn't find you before, but now I need help?"
"Sam, Dean." Castiel looked at them, with a pleading look in his eyes, and a little uncomfortable, "In the past year, I have mostly existed in the form of celestial will, and my social skills have long been rusty. But believe me, you definitely don't want this weapon to be lost in the world. Help me find it, otherwise more people will die."
The two brothers looked at each other and then turned to look at Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui rubbed the lines of Five Emperor Coins with his fingertips and nodded slowly. "If a holy object is left in the world, it will cause a catastrophe sooner or later. Find the person holding the staff first."