"Bobby, are you crazy? Extradition? Or on the charge of murder?" She lowered her voice, her tone was urgent and angry, and her high heels clicked on the concrete floor, "Do you know how many procedures this requires? I have to go to the judge to issue an order, and I have to communicate with the DA. I have to use all the favors in my life. Maybe I will lose my job!"
Bobby stood at the foot of the steps, looking at her, with a rare heavy tone, as if filled with lead. "Jody, I know this is difficult. I don't want to trouble you, but I can't help it. I have done a lot of things for this town, some you know, some you don't know. I rarely ask for help, this time... I owe you a favor."
Jody looked at him for a long time, his eyes slowly changing from anger to helplessness. She knew what kind of person Bobby was, and he would never ask for help unless absolutely necessary.
She gritted her teeth and tightened her cheeks. "Okay, I'll help you. But I'll talk about it first. If I lose my job, I won't be done with you."
"Thank you, Jody." Bobby said in a low voice, his voice was very deep.
Under the streetlight not far away, Bai Haorui was leaning against the car, his figure hidden in the shadows, stretched very long. He restrained his aura. Ordinary people passing by would only think that he was a passerby waiting for a bus and would not take a second look.
Jody glanced at him when she came out, and was stunned for a moment, then she recognized the young man from the last resurrection of the dead incident, showed a big smile, and nodded to him. She still remembered that thanks to this young man, things were settled last time, saving her a lot of trouble.
Jody didn't ask any more questions, turned around and hurried to go through the formalities. The sound of high heels gradually faded away.
Late at night, the door of the detention room was opened, and the iron door shaft creaked loudly.
Jody walked in and opened the handcuffs for Rufus. The keychain jingled, which was particularly clear in the quiet detention room. "You have one hour," she lowered her voice, her eyes serious, "I will report jailbreak after one hour. If this is revealed, my career will be ruined, do you hear me?"
"I know, I know." Rufus rubbed his wrist, there was a red mark on it, and winked at her, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
The two secretly came out of the back door, and the iron door of the back door closed with a creak, making a dull sound. They drove back to Bobby's house without turning on the lights for fear of being seen. Only the bumps on the road could be heard through the car body.
As soon as Bobby entered the door, he stared at Rufus, his eyes straight. "Where is the ring?"
Rufus patted his belly, making a loud banging sound, with a proud look on his face, and his beard stood up. "It's very safe here."
Bobby rolled his eyes, turned around and walked to the kitchen. "I'm going to boil water."
Bai Haorui walked out of the shadows, quietly, like a shadow. He flicked his fingertips, and a faint purple light swept across Rufus's belly, like a small lightning flash. He confirmed the position of the ring and nodded lightly. "There is nothing wrong with the thing. Prepare the summoning array, and I will protect you to prevent Crowley from noticing in advance."
A complex summoning array is drawn on the floor of the living room. The white chalk lines are smooth, and every turning point is as precise as measured. The runes are winding and crawling all over the circle, densely packed.
The candles were arranged in a circle, and their tears dripped on the floor, forming small piles of wax, layered one on top of the other.
The simple signet ring was placed in the center of the array. It was mottled with patina and engraved with the coat of arms of MacLeod family. It glowed dark gold under the candlelight and had very deep lines.
Bobby stood at the edge of the formation, chanting the summoning spell in a low voice. The voice was very low, with a resonance that shook the chest, and the syllables were ancient and difficult to pronounce.
The blood on the fingertips dripped on the ring, and the blood beads spread on the surface of the ring, slowly seeping in, as if being sucked in by something, and disappeared.
Bai Haorui stood in the shadow of the corner, his hands forming obscure seals, his fingertips moving slightly, and his knuckles clearly defined.
The hidden barrier around him was like an invisible cover, locking the summoning breath firmly in the house, preventing Hell from noticing it in advance.
The space stagnated slightly, as if it was pressed against the surface of the water. Even the air stopped flowing and the candle flames were steady.
The candlelight suddenly swayed, and a gust of cold wind appeared out of thin air, blowing people so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. The candlelight almost went out, and it swayed violently.
There was a flash of light, and a ghost wearing an eighteenth-century captain's uniform appeared in the formation.
He looked like he was in his thirties, holding a three-cornered hat in his hand, with some traces of salt and frost on the brim.
The eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Crowley, but he was tougher. His face bore the wind and frost of many years of sailing, and his skin was tanned and rough. He looked around confusedly, frowned, and his voice was hoarse with the sea breeze. "Is this...Hell?"
"No." Bobby spoke with a steady voice, "Are you the son of Gavin·MacLeod? Fergus·MacLeod?"
Gavin heard his father's name, his face instantly darkened, his tone was full of disgust, as if he had swallowed a fly, his brows knitted into knots. "Don't mention that person."
Bobby now knows better. It seems that the relationship between father and son is indeed not good, worse than expected.
"I need your help. I want to trade you with Crowley in exchange for my soul."
Gavin was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, the laughter was harsh. "You threaten him with me? It's useless, he doesn't care about me at all. He is a rotten person, a shabby tailor, who sells his soul just to get three more inches in order to get ten inches. How can such a person care about his son's life and death?"
"He doesn't care about you," Bobby looked at him and spoke word by word, speaking very slowly and clearly, "But he cares about his secret. You know where he is buried, right?"
Gavin stared at Bobby for a few seconds, slowly turned away, kept silent, and tightened his jaw.
He hates Crowley, but he doesn't want to help outsiders deal with his father, no matter how bad that person is, even if he hates him his whole life.
Bobby was about to say something more when Bai Haorui walked over slowly, his steps were so light that there was no sound when he stepped on the floor.
He stood beside the summoning formation, the lavender Lotus Seal between his eyebrows lit up slightly, glowing with a warm light.
A very fine trace of the original power penetrated into the formation, like a ray of warm water, gently touching Gavin's soul. It was very gentle and non-aggressive.
Gavin froze, became alert instantly, and shrank back, like a cat with explosive fur. "What are you doing?!"
"I won't force you." Bai Haorui's voice was very soft, but it had penetrating power and penetrated directly into people's hearts. "You hate him and don't want to help him, I understand. But you don't want to be trapped in this summoning circle forever, and you don't want to go back to Hell to suffer, right? Tell the location of the bones, and I will help you purify your soul and send you to where you should go. You don't have to be controlled by Hell anymore."
Gavin looked at him, his eyes full of struggle and changing.
He could feel the power of the man in front of him, who was gentle but could not be refused. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally nodded slowly, his Adam's apple moved, and whispered the burial place of Crowley's bones, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of being heard.
After Bobby listened, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Dean, including the address and notes. He typed so fast that his fingertips were shaking a little.
Time passed slowly, and in the second half of the night, the pendulum on the wall ticked away, making people panic.
At this moment, the candle suddenly went out without warning, and with a "pop" sound, a wisp of green smoke rose.
The wind suddenly stopped, and the room became eerily quiet. You could even hear your breathing, and your own heartbeat was very clear.
The familiar voice of Crowley came from the darkness, with a joking smile, but a little more tense than usual. "Did you miss me, Robert?"
From the shadows, Crowley walked out slowly, still looking well-dressed, with no wrinkles in his suit, as if it had grown out of the air.
But when he saw Gavin in the summoning array, the smile on his face froze instantly, his eyes became panicked for the first time, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.
"Gavin?" His voice was a little tight, with an imperceptible tremor, "Why are you here?"
Gavin looked at him, his eyes were cold, without the warmth of a father and son meeting, like looking at a stranger.
Crowley quickly calmed down, sneered, glanced at Bai Haorui next to him, and his pupils shrank slightly - he had suffered a loss on Bai Haorui, Raphael's container was all folded in this man's hands, his strength was unfathomable. No wonder the summoning aura was hidden so well, even he didn't notice it in advance, it was this man who was holding the battle here.
"Save it Crowley." Bobby stood on the side of the battle with a calm and confident tone, "I know your background, Fergus. A little tailor, selling his soul just for that ridiculous vanity. Do you think that after becoming the king of Hell, no one will know about your past?"
Crowley quickly calmed down, sneered, and pretended to be calm. "So? You threaten me with my son? Sorry, I wish this Little Bastard would be unlucky. Do you want to torture him? Whatever, I can bring a chair to watch with you. You can also burn his Bones, give him Hell, we will reunite father and son."
He spoke harshly, but his eyes drifted towards Gavin unconsciously, glanced at it quickly and then looked back, pretending not to care.
Bobby smiled, not panicking at all, as steady as a mountain. "You are wrong, I never used him as a bargaining chip. He just helped me dig up some dirty information about you. After all, he hates you, but he hates you much more than you hate him."
He paused and spoke clearly, word by word. "Now I know where you are buried."
Crowley's face finally changed, it was so gloomy that it could drip water, and the smile at the corner of his mouth completely disappeared.
At this moment, Bobby's mobile phone turned on the speakerphone, and there was a "click". Dean's voice came over, with a bit of a ruffian voice, and there was the sound of wind in the background, "Hi, Crowley. Long time no see."
Crowley's pupils shrank and he suddenly turned his head to look at the phone. "Dean? Where are you?"
"We are traveling abroad." Dean's voice was smiling and slow, "It happened to be in your hometown, Scotland. Seriously, have you ever worn a skirt before?"