"Hell King, I've heard too much." Bobby's face was expressionless and he didn't even raise his eyelids. "I'll ask you for the last time, what is his real name."
"MacLeod! Fergus·MacLeod!" the female demon screamed, her voice breaking, with a cry, "We all call him Lucky Leprechaun behind our backs, he is from Scotland!"
Bobby stopped moving and squinted his eyes.
I did a quick calculation in my mind - Crowley mentioned Craig Whisky before, that is the wine of Scotland Highlands, and the place of origin is just right.
"I said it all! Let me go back quickly!" The female devil gasped, her eyes full of pleading, and her body was still shaking like chaff.
Bobby looked at her and without any hesitation, he raised his hand and threw the whole Bones into the brazier next to it.
The flames shot up with a "boom", reaching the height of a person, and the female demon let out a shrill scream, her voice getting longer and thinner.
The body twisted and dissipated in the firelight, like melted wax, and finally only a wisp of black smoke remained, drifting out along the vent.
The basement became quiet again, except for the crackling of the flames and the occasional spark.
Bobby stood by the brazier, his face flickering, and the firelight danced on his face. He silently recited "Fergus·MacLeod" in his heart, and a cold feeling appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Found it, your handle.
"The real name is only the first step. The next step is to find his bones."
Suddenly a faint voice came from the corner, with a bit of hoarseness that had just been adjusted.
Bai Haorui was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly open, and a light purple halo between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant. There was still a little sweat on his forehead, rolling down along his jawline. It was obvious that he had just withdrawn from pranayama, and he had heard the whole process just now.
Bobby turned to look at him, stunned for a moment, then snorted and said harshly, "I know. You don't need to remind me."
He said this with his mouth, but nodded secretly in his heart - this boy really saw through it, and thought about it with him.
In fact, he was just thinking that just having his real name was useless. To figure out Crowley, he had to rely on his bones.
Bobby just came up from the basement and wiped the dust off his hands on his apron. There was still some cinnabar powder stuck between his fingers, which caused a red mark on his apron.
Then I heard the doorbell ringing, ding dong ding dong, which was extremely loud in the quiet house, causing the key chain hanging by the door to shake slightly.
He frowned, wondering who would come here at this time. Usually, except for Winchester Brothers and Rufus, there was not even a single person in this place.
He walked over and opened the door, and the sunlight suddenly poured in, causing him to squint his eyes and raise his hand to block it.
Standing outside the door was the neighbor Marcy, who was blond and had some freckles on his face. He was wearing a floral homecoat, a plaid apron, and a pair of canvas shoes with some grass clippings on the edges.
She was holding a glass baking dish in her hand, and the sweet aroma came to her face, mixed with the smell of sunshine, and warm. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Bai Haorui behind Bobby, and then smiled and nodded, generously and without any embarrassment.
"Bobby!" Marcy shook the baking pan in his hand and said in a brisk tone, "We have been neighbors for half a year, right? It's time to say hello. This is the ginger-flavored peach pie I made. Let me tell you, I am a master at making this."
Bobby was a little caught off guard, and his hands were still rubbing on the apron, feeling a little embarrassed.
He usually had little contact with his neighbors, but now his mind was full of things about Crowley. Faced with Marcy's enthusiasm, he felt a little awkward and didn't know where to put his hands. He stepped aside and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Come in and sit down?"
"No, no, no," Marcy smiled and handed him the baking pan. The glass plate was warm with some residual heat from the oven, "I just came to tell you something. Come to my house at seven o'clock on Saturday night? I'll make dinner and some white chocolate popcorn. Let's watch "Drag Me to Hell". I love horror movies. Have you seen it?"
Bobby subconsciously wanted to refuse.
How could he have the time to watch a movie or have a meal? His soul was still hanging on.
But when I met Marcy's expectant eyes, my eyes were bright and not too stiff.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Bai Haorui sitting at the dining table, drinking water with his eyes lowered. The water glass was steaming a little, with a look like "I don't exist, I can't hear anything." He felt even more awkward - he was in such a bad place, with both a demon and a corpse. How dare he invite other girls.
He could only smile vaguely, a little stiffly. "That sounds good, Marcy, but I've been..."
"It's okay, just forget it if you're busy." Marcy waved his hand, not embarrassed at all, and patted his forehead as if he was remembering something again, "Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. My wood chipper is broken and looks like a piece of scrap metal. I heard that you are very handy, can you help me when you have time? You can do it anytime."
"Okay, I'll go take a look when I have time." Bobby nodded quickly, finally changing the subject, and felt relieved.
Marcy waved to him, turned around and left, his canvas shoes clicking on the steps and jumping up and down.
Bobby closed the door, put the baking sheet on the table, looked at the peach pie, sighed, and rubbed his eyebrows.
I feel a little helpless. At this moment, I have no time to worry about the wood chipper.
But what's more, he feels a bit of indescribable loss - he also wants to live a peaceful life for a few days, without having to deal with monsters and demons every day, and not having to calculate how many days he can survive every day. But the hunter's life is not worthy of being exposed to these fireworks.
Bai Haorui put down the water glass, and the bottom of the glass knocked lightly on the table, breaking the silence. He said calmly, "You can go if you want, I'm here."
"Who wants to go?" Bobby said stubbornly and pushed the baking pan to the middle of the table, pushing it in front of Bai Haorui, "Eat yours."
As I said this, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. With Bai Haorui here, it felt like someone would help me even if the sky fell. I didn't have to carry everything by myself, and I didn't have to grit my teeth and say nothing.
Bobby was looking up the information about Crowley in front of the open old newspaper. The newspaper was yellowed. It was the local chronicle of Scotland that he had collected in his early years.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car braking from the yard, the sound of tires squeaking over gravel, and the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The thud made the ground tremble slightly.
He frowned and walked out, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the threshold.
Then he saw Rufus Turner standing in the yard, dressed in dusty clothes, with his hat on one side, the collar of his jacket frayed, and his trouser legs stained with mud.
There was a long object wrapped in canvas at his feet. There was some black blood seeping from the corners of the canvas, and it glowed with oil in the sun. Judging by its shape, he knew it was a corpse.
"What are you doing?" Bobby put his hands on his hips and said angrily, the sun making him squint, "Why did you bring the body here?"
"The police are after me, but where will I go if I don't come to you?" Rufus wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his hat and fanned himself, sweat flowed down his cheeks, and retorted, "What, you're not welcome?"
"I see that you are getting slower and slower, and you can actually attract the attention of the police." Bobby pouted, walked over and kicked the canvas, which made a muffled sound, "What? Vampire? Shapeshifter?"
"No, Okami." Rufus opened a corner of the canvas, revealing the head of the wolf-shaped monster underneath. The fangs were still exposed, and the fur was stained with dried blood and caked in lumps. "Can you believe it? I killed it in Billings. This thing can only be found in Japan."
Bobby frowned, squatting down and staring at the monster's head. "Interesting, Sam and Dean were chasing a Lamia at Wisconsin, and that thing never left Greece."
"Isn't it?" Rufus was also stunned and scratched his head, with some dirt on his stubble, "What's going on with these monsters recently? Are they all running away? Is there something wrong with me or is there something wrong with the world?"
While the two were talking, Bai Haorui walked over slowly from the corridor.
He was wearing a black jacket with a crisp fit, his trousers were stained with dust, and his figure was as tall as a pine tree. His eyebrows were cold, and a lavender mark was looming between his eyebrows. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a mole.
Rufus was stunned, raised his chin at Bobby, lowered his voice, and touched Bobby with his elbow. "Is this Bai Haorui?"
Bobby snorted, "Otherwise."
Bai Haorui nodded slightly as a greeting, didn't say much, and cherished words like gold.
He squatted down, lifted up a corner of the canvas, and his fingertips hung an inch above the corpse, without touching the flesh. Divine Sense followed his fingertips and swept across the monster's body.
After two seconds, he raised his eyes and spoke in a calm tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "The corpse's demonic aura has not dissipated, and it is not completely dead."
Rufus immediately became furious, his voice rising to a high pitch. "Impossible! I personally stabbed five times with a bamboo dagger, including the heart, throat, and stomach!"
"Seven strokes."
Bobby and Bai Haorui spoke at the same time, and their voices overlapped.
Bobby glanced at Bai Haorui and secretly thought to himself that this kid is really good at what he does, but he cursed at Rufus, "You old guy can't even kill monsters. You can only tickle him in five strokes, and kill him completely in seven strokes!"
Rufus looked a little confused and said harshly, "Who knew this little Japan monster was so particular! There are quite a lot of rules."
Bobby shook his head, turned around and walked towards the warehouse, his boots squeaking on the gravel. "Let's bury it first. The police should be here soon. We'll deal with it later."
Rufus looked at the small excavator he rolled out, his eyes widened, he leaned over and touched the armrest. "I'll go, this thing is great! I want this as a Hanukkah gift."
The two of them drove an excavator and dug a deep hole in the corner of the yard. The soil was dug out and piled next to it, smelling of grass roots and moist.
They were quarreling while burying the body, and the shovel clanged against the rocks.
Bobby said that he was looking up Crowley, and he had already found people whose real names are Fergus·MacLeod, Scotland, and they also like to drink Craig Whisky.
"G Reg, I know that wine," Rufus leaned on the shovel and chatted, spittle flying everywhere, "It is only produced in a small area in the north of Caithness. It has a strong smell of peat, a strong entrance, and a tail note of citrus and tobacco..."
"I know what kind of wine it is, I don't need you to educate me." Bobby interrupted him, shoveled a shovel of soil and threw it in, "I guess he lived in that area before he was alive, died hundreds of years ago, and then Hell became a devil."
"What a coincidence, I have an acquaintance in Scotland," Rufus patted the dirt on his hands, the dust was flying, "I'll make a few calls for you to check."