"Said!" The assistant nodded quickly, trembling all over, "He said he didn't like his own wife, and he said... He also said he had thoughts about Dr. Conley's daughter. It was so disgusting, and then Dr. Conley suddenly broke out..."
Dean squatted next to the treatment chair, rubbed the blood on the ground with his fingertips, and looked up at Bai Haorui: "Is it Truth Curse too?"
"Yes, the power of the same source." Bai Haorui stood in the center of the clinic, eyes slightly closed, Divine Sense scanned the entire room, "The smell is heavier than that in the restaurant, which means it is closer to the source."
Sam was flipping through the reservation book at the front desk, running through the rows of names with his fingertips, and suddenly stopped. He pulled out a receipt and put it on the table. "Harry's Horn Store. There is also a record of this store in Jane's schedule. Both of them went there before they died."
Dean leaned over to take a look. The store name on the receipt was embossed with gold edges, and there was a small horn pattern printed next to it. His heart moved. "Horn? It can't be Horn of Truth from Gabriel, right? That angel weapon?"
"No." Bai Haorui shook his head, "Horn of Truth is a Heaven standard sacred object. Its power is overwhelming, and it won't just torment such a small town. It is probably an old object with the same name. You will know if you go and take a look."
When the three of them walked out, Dean deliberately fell behind and stared at Sam's back for a long time.
The sunshine stretched Sam's shadow very long, thin, but looked particularly strange.
He suddenly remembered that a year ago, when Sam jumped from Hell, his back was so determined. But at that time, there was light in his eyes, guilt, and the determination to die.
What now? Who is in this body now?
The shop owner Harry was an old man with a gray beard. He was sitting behind the counter and polishing a copper horn. He looked up when he heard the noise.
Dean handed over the photos of Jane and Dr. Conley: "Have these two people been to your store recently?"
"I've been here, I've been here before." Harry nodded and sighed, "It's so miserable. Good people are gone after they say no."
"What did they come to buy?" Sam asked, "Did they buy anything strange?"
"Just some old goods and small ornaments." Harry waved his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, aren't you looking for the stolen horn? Is there any progress?"
Dean was stunned for a moment. "What horn?"
"The one in my shop has a history of a thousand years, and no one knows its origin." Harry took out a photo to show them. The photo showed a brass horn with strange patterns engraved on it. "It was stolen two weeks ago, which happened to be the day Jane died. I thought you Federal Bureau of Investigation were investigating."
Just as Dean was about to speak, Bai Haorui reached out and took the photo first.
The moment his fingertips touched the photo, his eyebrows felt slightly hot - there was still a faint aura of the old god on it.
"It's not an angel weapon." Bai Haorui put the photo down and said firmly, "It's the medium of the old gods in the mortal world. It should be the introduction to summon the curse. Someone stole the horn and summoned the goddess of truth."
"Goddess of truth?" Dean frowned, "Veritas?"
"You still know this?" Bai Haorui was a little surprised.
"I've seen it in Bobby's book before." Dean scratched his head, "She said she is Rome's goddess of truth, who forces people to tell the truth, and also eats... tongues?"
"Not just the tongue, but the whole corpse." Bai Haorui nodded, his eyes darkened, "So the corpses in the morgue are probably gone long ago."
Sam stood nearby without interrupting, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the counter.
He had actually guessed it was Veritas, but he just didn't say it - he was used to holding information in his own hands, weighing the pros and cons before deciding how much to say.
It wasn't like this before. In the past, he would tell Dean as soon as he found a clue.
Bai Haorui glanced at him and took in all this little action.
After the soul is missing, the first thing people lose is never memory, but honesty.
It's that "I have something to share with you" instinct.
The three of them temporarily returned to the motel. As soon as Dean entered the door, he took out his mobile phone and called Bobby.
"Bobby, let me tell you something." Dean walked to the window and spoke in a very low voice, "Sam Something is wrong, and it is getting more and more wrong. When I was cross-examining the witness just now, the woman was crying like that. He didn't react at all, just like looking at an object."
Bobby on the other end of the phone sighed, "I know, Dean, Bai Haorui mentioned it to me before. But don't worry, you have to figure this out slowly-"
"Think about it slowly? I stay in the same car with him every day, and I get goosebumps all over my body!" Dean's voice was a little urgent, and he quickly lowered his voice, "I always feel that he is not Sam. Do you think he is Lucifer? Or something else is pretending to be him?"
"You've tried salt, silverware, and holy water, and he's fine." Bobby's voice was helpless, "Didn't Bai Haorui say that a piece of his soul is missing--"
"Impossible!" Dean interrupted immediately, "How can you remember the past without a soul? How can you still investigate the case? Bobby, believe me, he is wrong. He was standing by and watching on the day of the vampire! He watched helplessly as I was bitten!"
The room was very quiet. Sam was washing his hands in the bathroom, and the water flowed loudly.
Bai Haorui sat by the bed and wiped the mahogany sword. The cloth wiped the runes on the sword body, making a subtle rustling sound.
Dean's words floated into his ears word by word. He didn't stop moving his hands and just shook his head slightly.
He knows how to screw with Dean. But there are some things that cannot be avoided by just escaping.
"Okay Bobby, hurry up and look through the ancient books and check again." Dean plucked his hair irritably, "I'll give you a day. If I can't find it out, I'll solve it myself."
He hung up the phone and turned around to see Bai Haorui looking at him, with a clear "I knew you would be like this" in his eyes.
"What stupid thing do you want to do again?" Bai Haorui put the mahogany sword on the table and said in a calm tone, "Kill him while he is sleeping?"
"I didn't say that." Dean said hard, his eyes evasive.
"That's what you think." Bai Haorui hit the nail on the head, "I advise you not to. First, he is Sam, not a monster; second, if you really attack, you can't beat him. Now he strikes much harder than before and has no scruples."
Dean's heart sank. He actually felt it vaguely. After Sam came back, he hunted more and more efficiently, his attacks became more and more ruthless, and he became more and more... cold.
"Then what should we do?" Dean's voice was a little broken, like a helpless child, "Just watch him become an empty shell?"
"Check the case first." Bai Haorui stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the sunlight poured in. "The source of Truth Curse is Veritas. Find her and solve it. Then we will slowly think of ways to find the soul. There are always more solutions than problems."
Dean Looking at his back, the hanging stone in my heart seemed to fall slightly.
For so many years, every time the sky fell, Bai Haorui would always be like this, standing by and saying lightly, "There is a way." It seemed that as long as he was there, there would be no obstacles that he couldn't overcome.
The bathroom door opened, and Sam came out, wiping water on his face and dripping water from his hair. "What are you talking about? You're so serious."
"Nothing, let's talk about the case." Dean immediately put on a nonchalant expression and pointed at the information on the table, "You said, this Veritas, a good goddess, came to a small town to force people to commit suicide?"
"She originally liked worship in the mortal world." Sam picked up the information and flipped through it. "She used to love going down the mountain to preach the truth to people and enjoy the feeling of being held up by others. To put it bluntly, she loves to be in the limelight."
"What about now?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "You can't change your career to a news anchor, right?"
As soon as the words came out, the three of them were stunned for a moment.
Sam's eyes lit up, as if something suddenly occurred to him. "Wait a minute, it's really possible. In the 21st century, isn't the job of telling the truth to the whole country every day a news anchor?"
Dean had nothing to do, so he leaned against the window and muttered, "Speaking of which, what about Castiel? This matter involves the old gods, shouldn't he come out to take care of it? In the past, no matter how big the problem was, it would suddenly appear, but now no one will respond to the shouting."
He deliberately raised his voice and shouted into the air, "Castiel? Hey, did you hear that? The old god ran out and ran wild, don't you care? Castiel?"
The room was quiet and quiet, with no movement at all.
Dean sneered, "Look, he's putting on airs. In the past, it was faster to ask him to do something, but now it's better, no one is around."
"How can he have time to take care of this now?" Bai Haorui said calmly, turning Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips, and the copper coins turned into a circle of pale golden shadows, "Heaven has turned into a pot of porridge and has too much time to take care of himself."
Dean was stunned for a moment. "Yes, what do you think they are trying to do?"
"Grab the throne." Bai Haorui said in an understatement, "God has retired and the seat is vacant. Raphael wants to restore Apocalypse and follow the old script; Castiel and the others do not agree."
"No one can have too much power." Bai Haorui raised his chin, "If you don't believe me, ask him out and ask."
As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips, and a trace of pale golden spiritual power spread out of thin air.
The air suddenly became distorted, like crumpled paper. Castiel suddenly appeared in the corner of the room. His beige windbreaker was not wrinkled, and his face showed unmistakable fatigue and a bit of surprise.
He first glanced at Bai Haorui warily, then turned to Dean and said in a stiff tone, "You called me?"