In the hotel suite at midnight, the warm orange floor lamp cast an ambiguous light, and the silk sheets were wrinkled, still retaining the residual warmth after love. Paul Dutton leaned on the bedside, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and the smoke circled in front of his eyes, scattering. In the air. Amanda Burns nestled in his arms, fingertips lightly tracing his chest. "Paul, can you go with me to the art exhibition next week? I also want to go to the beach with you for vacation..."
Before she finished speaking, Paul gently pushed her away, sat up and put on her shirt, her tone as calm as if she was saying something insignificant, "Amanda, let's stop here."
The smile on Amanda's face froze for an instant, and the sweetness in his eyes turned into astonishment. "What did you say? Paul, don't be kidding..."
"I'm not kidding." Paul buttoned up his shirt without any nostalgia in his eyes, "Janet and I are husband and wife. I can't go on like this anymore. Let's break up."
"Husband and wife?" Amanda sat up abruptly, the thin quilt on her body slipped around her waist, her voice changed from trembling to sharp, "That's not what you said when you chased me! You said you had no feelings for her a long time ago, you said you love me! Now you break up just because you say break up? Paul Dutton, what do you think of me?"
"I'm sorry for you, but we must end it." Paul picked up his coat, stood up and left, "Don't contact me again in the future."
His back was so determined that it was dazzling. Amanda looked at his hand that opened the door, his nails digging into his palms, and his eyes filled with overwhelming resentment. "Paul, you will regret it. If you dare to abandon me, I will make you pay the price, both you and your precious wife!"
Paul paused, but did not look back, and walked straight out of the room. The door clicked shut, blocking out the hatred that almost overflowed from Amanda. She slumped on the bed, tears mixed with unwillingness to fall down, and her fingertips clenched the sheets tightly. There was only one thought in her heart: Since he betrayed me, he and his wife should both die.
Late at night, the Dutton family's bathroom was shrouded in warm yellow light. Water vapor rose from the edge of the bathtub and condensed a layer of mist on the mirror. Janet Dutton had just returned from the party. Before she could change out of her sequined dress, she stood on the sink. In front of her, with mint toothpaste in her mouth, she was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, and her fingertips were still caressing the sequins on her dress unconsciously - she had a great time at the party tonight, her husband Paul was waiting for her downstairs, everything should be stable.
But the next second, severe pain exploded from his gums.
Janet suddenly covered her mouth, toothpaste mixed with warm blood oozed out from between her fingers. She looked down and saw that the white sink was splashed with scarlet, and the teeth in her mouth were loosening and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye. Each one fell with heartbreaking pain. "Oh my. God! My teeth--Paul! Save me!" She screamed and backed away, hitting the cold tiles with her back. Her voice was full of out-of-control fear. There was only one thought in her mind: I was just attending a party, how could this happen? I don't want to die, who can save me! Paul Come and save me!
Outside the door, Paul Dutton's roar hit the door panel. He hit the door with his shoulder crazily, his knuckles turning red and bleeding, "Janet! Open the door! Speak!" But the bathroom door seemed to be locked by an invisible force. No matter how hard he hit or kicked, it didn't move at all.
Amanda Burns's living room, there is no warmth here, only cold darkness. Amanda is kneeling on the ground, with a circle of black candles in front of him, the flames dancing in the wind, and in the center Janet had a used blue toothbrush, and a piece of parchment with twisted runes on it. Her hands were shaking, but her eyes were filled with resentment, and her lips moved as she recited an Irish spell in a high-pitched and thin voice. "Per mea potestate, per mea voluntate..." (With my power, with my will...) She only had one thought in her mind: Janet stole my man, she deserves to die, she deserves to die long ago!
In the bathroom, Janet's teeth had fallen out and her mouth was full of blood. She fell limply to the ground, and could only make a whooshing sound in her throat. She looked at the closed door for the last time, and her consciousness completely sank into darkness. Paul finally opened the bathroom door and saw his wife's unrecognizable body lying in a pool of blood. He rushed over and hugged Janet. The cry of collapse echoed in the empty house, like a dull knife cutting into the silence of the night.
Early the next morning, the Dutton home was tightly surrounded by a police cordon. Outside the cordon stood several neighbors watching the excitement. Inside the cordon, Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui is wearing a CDC uniform, flashing a forged ID, pretending to be Agent Bachman, Agent Turner and assistant Haorui, standing in the living room.
Paul Dutton was sitting on the sofa, his eyes as red as rabbits, with wet tears still hanging on his face, and his whole person looked like he had been drained of energy. Dean was holding a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth and shaking it. He held the certificate close and said with his usual impatient tone, "CDC, check the cause of your wife's death. Don't hide it. Tell me! Who has been offended recently? Or is there someone outside?" He knew very well in his heart that this man's eyes were wandering when he spoke, so he must be hiding something.
Sam ignored Dean's questioning and went straight to the bathroom to start the inspection. After a detailed inspection, he came to the vent, stretched out his hand and hooked his fingertips hard, and took out a small bag wrapped in black cloth from the gap. When he opened it, he found that it contained dried herbs., a few strands of hair, and a few tiny teeth - exactly what Janet dropped. "It's a witch's curse bag, black magic, used to curse and kill people." He pinched the bag and frowned, but he was thinking in his mind: The black magic has become more and more rampant in the past two years. Is it related to the fact that Hell's Gate was opened?
Bai Haorui stood aside, took out a bunch of Five Emperor Coins from his pocket, held the copper coins with his fingertips and gently touched the magic bag. In an instant, the originally warm copper coins became bitingly cold, and True Fire Pill in his dantian also vibrated violently, creating a mixed feeling. The evil spirit with the smell of sulfur flowed upwards along the fingertips. "It is the medium of malicious black magic," he retracted his hand, his tone was calm but determined, "The evil spirit is mixed with the smell of demons, it is not the work of ordinary witches." He thought to himself: How do humans in this world practice such evil magic? There are also demons involved behind the scenes, which is a bit interesting.
The local policeman stood at the door with his arms folded and complained with disdain, "Witch? This is the 21st century. Don't do this. It's just ordinary murder, right?" As soon as he said this, Paul suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes became even redder, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I... I We broke up with Amanda... a week ago. She threatened me and said I would pay the price, but I didn't take it seriously..." He lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone, and felt full of guilt: I'm sorry for Janet, it was me who killed her.
The three of them didn't ask any more questions, turned around, left the Dutton house, and got into the iconic black Impala. Dean patted the steering wheel and chewed the lollipop stick in his mouth. "Witches are a group of idiots who take shortcuts, thinking that they can get power by selling their souls, and they all die in the end." But they were laughing at themselves in their hearts: Didn't I also sell my soul in exchange for Sam's life? At the same time, am I also a fool?
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, flipping through the witchcraft information in his hand, frowning. "Amanda should be a novice witch. She doesn't understand the rules of black magic, so she will definitely be counterattacked."
Bai Haorui was sitting in the back seat, with a wisp of pale golden flame condensed on his fingertips. The fire was beating gently in the palm of his hand, and the warm light reflected his side face. He had just broken through True Fire Foundation Establishment Realm Third Layer, and this True Fire was already at his fingertips. "There is a price to pay for using evil magic to kill people in such a tricky way." He looked at the flames in his palm and said in a calm tone, "This Amanda won't live long."