Delaware Sea Pines Beach At night, the salty sea breeze carried the roar of the waves and washed away the fine sand grains over and over again. Sheila was wearing sports headphones, and his jogging shoes made a gentle rustling sound when he stepped on the beach. The excitement in the headphones The electronic music made her completely immersed in her own world, and she was not aware of the chill quietly gathering in the night. The sea level in the distance should have been a blend of ink and starry sky, but at a certain moment, a strange three-masted ship suddenly appeared - the hull was glowing with decaying blue-gray, and the sails were The cloth was as tattered as a spider's web, and wet seaweed and salt frost condensed on the side of the ship, as if it was traveling from a graveyard in the deep sea. It stopped quietly at the edge of the horizon, with no lights, no boat sounds, and only a sense of dead silence permeating the air. Sheila subconsciously stopped, took off her headphones and rubbed her eyes, thinking it was an hallucination caused by insufficient oxygen supply to the brain after running for a long time. When she looked again, the ghost ship had dissipated like mist, leaving only surging waves on the sea, as if the scene just now had never existed.
In Sheila's apartment bathroom, hot water poured down the shower head, and the dense steam blurred the mirror. She hummed happily and adjusted the water temperature, unaware that the turbid seawater was slowly overflowing from the floor drain, carrying the smell of sea and decay, and silently spreading over the tiles. The water potential The swelling was getting faster and faster, spreading from her ankles to her calves and then to her knees. It was not until the cold seawater touched her waist and abdomen that Sheila realized something was wrong. She tried to turn off the shower, but found that the valve did not move at all. She wanted to push the bathroom door open, but was held down by an invisible force. Hai The water continued to rise and soon spread to her chest. The cold touch made her tremble all over, and the feeling of suffocation instantly grabbed her throat. She struggled desperately, waving her hands in the water, but she could only catch a piece of nothingness. In the end, the force suddenly submerged her, and seawater poured into her mouth and nose, and her eyes widened., with endless terror, lost his breath in the silent struggle. And the moment the signs of life completely disappeared, the overflowing seawater quickly returned like an ebbing tide, disappearing along the floor drain, leaving only a layer of wet traces on the bathroom floor tiles, and the lingering smell of sea and resentment in the air.
On the highway, Dean's black car sped past, but the atmosphere in the car was quite solemn. Dean clenched the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and his profile was tense. Finally, he couldn't help but burst out. "Colt's bullet is missing! Let me ask you, have you ever gone to find the Crossroad Devil?"
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning forward slightly, with a tired and stubborn tone. "I have been looking for her."
"Ever looked for her?" Dean slammed the dashboard, causing the decorations in the car to sway, "Sam, do you know what you are doing? Do you really want to kill yourself! What are crossroad demons? Their promises are more deadly than poison!"
"I know!" Sam also raised his voice and turned to look at Dean, his eyes full of pain and urgency, "But I have no choice! Dean! I can't just watch you play Hell! I have to try, even if there is only the slightest hope, I have to try!"
"Try?" Dean sneered, with self-mockery and anger that could not be concealed in his tone, "What you call trying is making a deal with the devil? Have you forgotten what happened to those who were backlashed by the deal? Have you forgotten that we have been hunting these things all along?"
"I haven't forgotten!" Sam's voice was trembling, "But I haven't forgotten, you are my brother! I can't lose you! And I shot her, Dean, I didn't let her take any advantage!"
"Kill her?" Dean slammed on the brakes and the car stopped on the side of the road. The tires made a screeching sound on the ground. He turned his head and stared at Sam, his eyes as sharp as knives, "You think you killed a cross Is the road demon over? The contract has another owner, Sam! You have no idea who you are provoking! She refuses to say who the real owner of the contract is, what does this mean? It means that if we continue to chase us, there will be greater trouble waiting for us!"
"I know this is dangerous, but I have to do it!" Sam was also excited, "You are always like this, carrying everything by yourself and not telling me anything! Do you think this is to protect me? I tell you! No! Watching you walking towards Hell step by step, but unable to do anything, this is more uncomfortable than killing me!"
Bai Haorui in the back seat was originally running True Fire Art with his eyes closed. The pigeon-egg-sized True Fire Pill between his eyebrows glowed with a restrained red-golden shimmer, following the path of the Daoist Little Zhoutian, with wisps of warm True Qi rises from Dantian, flows through Tanzhong and Baihui, and then sinks to Yongquan. During the cycle, the pores all over the body slightly open and close, quietly cleaning away the violent energy in the car caused by brotherly disputes. This True Fire Art refines heaven and earth. Pure yang energy, True Fire in the elixir is like a dormant red dragon when it is running on weekdays, docile and mellow, but it was slightly shaken by the sudden quarrel between the two people, and the red gold light flashed suddenly. He opened his eyes and looked at the brother in the front row who was at war with each other. The two brothers felt congested. "One is afraid that the other will take risks and risk his life; the other is afraid that the other will die and is eager to find a chance of survival." He sighed silently in his heart, "Hey, they all have good intentions, but no one wants to accept the kindness of the other. It's really painful."
Seeing that the dispute between the two was getting more and more intense and getting out of hand, Bai Haorui finally couldn't help but interject. "Okay, stop arguing." His voice was not high, but it had a hint of Daoist True Qi's calmness, which slightly cooled down the anger in the car. "It's useless to argue now. We have no clue about the contract for the time being, and the case in front of us is still waiting for us to investigate. If we delay it any longer, someone might die again."
He paused and looked at Sam: "Sam, your intentions are good, but when dealing with demons, one wrong step will lead to disaster. Before making a decision next time, at least discuss it with me or Dean." He turned around again. Looking at Dean: "Dean, don't be too excited. Sam is also afraid of losing you, which is why he is so anxious. If you two keep arguing like this, let alone resolving the contract, you won't even be able to investigate the case in front of you."
Bai Haorui's words caused a brief silence in the car. Dean took a deep breath and restarted the car, but his face was still ugly. Sam also turned his head and looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, his eyes full of complicated emotions. Bai Haorui leaned on the back seat and shook his head secretly. "Sam He is getting more and more anxious, Ruby, that female devil has been fanning the flames beside him, and if he continues like this, he will really be led astray." A trace of worry could not help but arise in my heart, "Dean is so tough on his words, but the pressure in his heart is not as great as usual. Who can remain normal when they know that their life is about to come to an end? The countdown to this contract is driving them crazy."
Black Antelope parked downstairs in the apartment where the crime occurred. Bai Haorui in the back seat held three Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips. The coins were spinning rapidly in his palm, but they never fell. There was a faint blue-black aura. The True Fire Pill between his eyebrows suddenly became hot, and the red-gold light almost came out through his skin. A cold aura enveloping the water demon came in along the lines of the copper coins, piercing it like an ice pick. Entering the meridians, he frowned subconsciously. "The resentment condensed into substance, with the coldness of the water demon, this thing is not simple." He whispered to himself, and quickly activated True Fire Art, True Fire in the elixir was like a red dragon. E surged instantly, and the warm True Qi flowed upstream along the meridians, wrapping and refining the evil spirit, leaving only a trace of the faint sea smell dissipated in the palm of the hand.
After arriving at the door of the apartment, the three of them showed their forged Federal Bureau of Investigation IDs and walked into the bathroom where the cordon still remained. Bai Haorui squatted down and lightly touched the wet water stains on the floor tiles with his fingertips. A trace of True Qi penetrated along the fingertips, and was instantly rebounded by a violent force of resentment. He suddenly retracted his hand., there was a faint white frost on his fingertips, and his brows furrowed even more. "It's not an ordinary water ghost, this resentment is very powerful - it's many times stronger than the evil spirit of ordinary ghosts who have died in vain." He stood up and looked around the bathroom, his eyes fell on the edge of the bathtub, where there was a trace of very faint black evil energy, as hard to dissipate as an ink stain, "It's not killing people randomly, it comes with a clear goal."
After the three people came out of the bathroom, they immediately checked the file left by the police at the scene. It clearly recorded that the only emergency contact person of the deceased Sheila was her aunt Miss Case. And Alex was Sheila and Miss Case was a junior whom both of them trusted very much. He worked in a local maritime research institute and often helped his aunt and nephew with their daily life. He was a frequent visitor to their home. The three of them also discovered from Sheila's cell phone call records that the last two people she contacted before her death were It was Miss Case and Alex, and the conversation with Alex lasted for more than half an hour, but the content was inexplicably cleared, making Alex the key person involved in the case. Dean originally wanted to call Miss Case directly, but was stopped by Bai Haorui. He said that asking over the phone would easily arouse the other party's vigilance, so it would be better to visit him at home. Using Federal Bureau of Investigation's identity, he could not only appease the other party's emotions, but also obtain more detailed clues.
The car soon arrived in front of Miss Case's house. It was a warm little house with colorful flowers planted in the yard. There were milk-white sofas and various cute decorations in the living room, showing the kindness and enthusiasm of the owner everywhere. Miss Case was wearing a light-colored dress, with red eyes, and was obviously still heavy. She was immersed in the grief of the death of her niece Sheila. "I am Case, you can call me Miss Case." She poured water for the three of them, her voice was choked, "Sheila is a very well-behaved child, how could this happen..."
"Miss Case, we are sorry that you heard this news." Sam showed a gentle smile and said in a sincere tone, "Actually, we know Alex. He mentioned you to us and said that you are a very enthusiastic person."
Hearing Alex's name, Miss Case's eyes lit up, the vigilance on his face dissipated a lot, and his tone became much more friendly. "Do you know Alex? He is a good child, and he has always taken good care of me and Sheila." She sighed. He said, "Sheila told me a strange thing on the phone before she passed away. She said she was running on the beach at night and saw a ghost ship under the red sky. The hull was in tatters and looked very scary. We all thought at the time that she was too tired from running and was hallucinating, but we didn't expect..."
Bai Haorui pretended to look through the documents in his hand, but in fact he was running True Qi quietly. A miniature Clear Heart Talisman formed on his fingertips. When Miss Case turned around, he placed it under her tea cup. He could clearly sense Miss Case had a slight aura of anxiety lingering around him, presumably because he was uneasy because of his niece's death. "Miss Case," he asked, "Aside from seeing the ghost ship, has Sheila had any grudges with anyone recently? Or is there anything you don't want to mention?"
Miss Case frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head. "Sheila has a very good personality. She seldom quarrels with others, and I have never heard of anything bothering her. On the contrary, Alex, Sometimes he would tell me about some unsatisfactory things at work, but his relationship with Sheila has always been very good." When she mentioned Alex, her eyes dodge unconsciously, and soon returned to normal.
"Red sky." Bai Haorui captured this key information and immediately became alert. "The red sky is a manifestation of resentment, indicating that the ghost's resentment is strong enough to affect local celestial phenomena." He looked at Winchester Brothers said in a serious tone, "This ghost must have a specific target for killing people, not random killings. There may be something wrong with Alex mentioned by Miss Case, so you need to pay special attention to it later."
He thought to himself, "When Miss Case mentioned Alex, his eyes dodged, obviously he was hiding something. Who is this Alex? Does he have anything to do with Sheila's death? This ghost is more powerful than I thought, and the evil spirit can change the sky. It seems that this case is not easy to handle."
Outside the seaside hut, police lights flashed and several policemen were maintaining order. This was the home of diver Jake. His body had just been discovered, and his younger brother Todd was mysteriously missing. "The deceased Jake was a diver by profession. The manner of his death was the same as that of Sheila before him. He was drowned in his bathroom. There were no signs of a fight at the scene, only fresh sea water on the floor." A policeman introduced the situation to the three people, "His brother Todd is currently missing, and we suspect that he may be the next target. Before their deaths, Jake and Todd both mentioned seeing a ghost ship to those around them."
Just as the three people were asking about the situation, a graceful woman in a red dress came over. She had exquisite makeup, sly eyes, and a faint smile on her lips. It was Bela Talbot. She held a camera in her hand and walked straight to the police. "Hello, I am Bela Talbot, a reporter from "Coastal Times". What happened here?"
Dean looked Bela up and down, with a hint of vigilance and playfulness in his eyes, but did not expose her. "Reporter? Why haven't I heard of a reporter as beautiful as you in "Coastal Times"?"
Bela raised his eyebrows and smiled, ignoring Dean's teasing. Instead, he took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to the three of them. "I think we are looking for the same thing." Photo On it is a withered severed hand, with curled fingers and a rusty iron chain wrapped around the wrist. It looks very old. "This is 'Hand of Glory'. It is said that the severed hand of a seventeenth-century sailor has the power to bind ghosts."
Bai Haorui looked at Bela, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He could clearly sense that Bela had a lot of antique Yin Qi on his body, and there was also a hint of evil spirit, which was obviously However, he has handled a lot of supernatural items. "This woman is very thief, so we must be careful." He thought to himself, "She escaped from our hands last time, and she dared to come to her this time. She must have some support, or she needs us to help her with something."
Hearing "Hand of Glory", Bai Haorui's eyes lit up. Since this sailor's severed hand can bind ghosts, it can come in handy. Sam picked up his notebook and started searching for legends about Hand of Glory: This is the right hand of the United Kingdom sailor Malcolm in the seventeenth century, when Malcolm was falsely accused of treason and was hanged after three years of torture in prison. His right hand was chopped off, soaked in holy water, and blessed with special rituals, becoming an instrument that could bind the ghosts. As long as Hand of Glory is pointed at the ghost and the corresponding spell is recited, the ghost can be temporarily trapped so that it cannot hurt people. But this also has side effects. Improper use will be counterattacked by the ghost's resentment, and only people with a righteous mind can use it to achieve maximum effectiveness.
"This Hand of Glory is indeed the key to dealing with this ghost." Bai Haorui said, staring closely at Bela, "But you are a woman who doesn't have any good intentions at first glance. If you want to cooperate, you can't. "Yes, but Hand of Glory has to be held by us. If you dare to play tricks, we won't let you go so easily this time." He said while winking at Winchester Brothers, signaling them to be more vigilant.
Bela looked at Bai Haorui, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then her sly smile returned, "Don't worry, I'm just employed by the victim's family. I just want to resolve this matter as soon as possible and get my reward." She paused, with a hint of urgency in her tone. She felt, "Todd is the next target. We have no time to waste. Hand of Glory is now on display at the Maritime Museum's charity dinner. If you want to get it, we need our cooperation." There was calculation in her smile, and she had obviously made a plan.
Dean looked at Bela and snorted coldly, "Cooperation is okay, but if you dare to play tricks, just like Haorui said, I will let you know what it feels like to regret."
Bela raised his eyebrows and sneered, spreading his hands. "Don't worry, I'm a businessman, and I value mutual benefit and win-win results. As long as you get Hand of Glory, solve the ghost, you can save people, and I can get the money, everyone will be happy."
In the Maritime Museum, a charity dinner was going on. The rich people were dressed in gorgeous dresses, holding wine glasses, laughing and talking useless nonsense. They had no idea that a crisis was quietly approaching. Sam accompanied Miss Case to socialize, and the two of them shuttled among the crowd, Sam asked Miss Case about the situation of Alex from time to time, trying to get more clues. Miss Case obviously enjoyed this occasion and had a good impression of Sam. He answered all questions, but still subconsciously avoided it when certain details were mentioned.
The three of them made a plan together after they left Miss Case's house and met Bela. Sam took the initiative to dial Miss Case's phone number, on the pretext that there were still a few details in the case that needed to be answered. It was necessary to verify in person and appease her emotions. When Miss Case received the call, she was worried about the invitation letter for the Maritime Museum charity dinner - she had promised her friends to attend the banquet, but she could not find a companion at the moment. See Sam's tone was gentle and sincere, and thinking that he was a detective investigating his niece's case, he felt a little more trusting, so he tentatively suggested. "Detective, there is a charity dinner at the museum tonight. It's too deserted for me to go alone. If you are free, can you go with me? The dinner." Maybe you can meet a few people who know Sheila, who may be able to help you." Sam immediately responded, and even went home to change into a decent suit, and this was the scene where the two of them were socializing side by side at the dinner.
At the same time, Dean and Bela slipped into the museum's vault. Bela was wearing a black evening dress, swaying, and walked up to a guard. He suddenly covered his forehead with a painful expression on his face. "I'm sorry, I'm a little dizzy. Can you help me go to the side to have a rest?" Seeing her beauty and frail appearance, the guard immediately lowered his guard and helped her to the lounge.
Dean took the opportunity to sneak to the door of the vault, took out the tool from his pocket, and skillfully opened the door lock of the vault. Various maritime cultural relics were displayed in the vault, and "Hand of Glory" was placed in a glass display cabinet. Under the light, It glowed with a light yellow color. Dean carefully opened the showcase and took out Hand of Glory. It was cold and smelled of old sea food. As soon as he put Hand of Glory into his bag, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.
"We have to leave quickly." Bela appeared at the door of the vault at some unknown time, his eyes eager, "The guards will soon discover the abnormality."
The two quickly left the vault, met up with Sam and Bai Haorui who had come out early, and drove away from the museum. In the car, Bela looked at the bag in Dean's hand, with an imperceptible smile on her lips. "Okay, now that Hand of Glory is in our hands, it's time to talk about the next plan." She said.
Dean was about to speak, but Bela suddenly took action and snatched the bag from his hand. "Sorry, everyone." She raised her eyebrows and smiled, took out a stack of cash from her bag and threw it to the three of them. "The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. Hand of Glory I will accept it. See you later."
Before the three of them could react, Bela pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car, rolled to his feet, stopped a taxi, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Bai Haorui, however, seemed unusually calm, as if he had anticipated all this. "I knew she was going to betray her, but luckily I saved my life." He said lightly. In fact, before entering the museum, he had already laid out simple signs around the museum. Yang Gathering Array, with four copper coins as the base, was buried in the four directions of southeast, northwest and north respectively. The eye of the array is the showcase where Hand of Glory is located. When the array is running, wisps of pure Yang energy are wrapped around Hand of Glory like silk, leaving a mark silently.. He took out a mahogany sword with fine Daoist runes engraved on the blade, and drew a complex Tracking Talisman on the ground. The runes were arranged in Big Dipper, with the word "Xunzong" engraved in the center. A ray of red gold condensed on his fingertips. True Fire, as thin as a hair, does not burn but carries the power of pure Yang. Touch it gently on the heart of the talisman, and Tracking Talisman will burn instantly, emitting a faint golden light. A thin thread in the golden light goes straight to the south, which is the direction in which Bela escapes.