At two o'clock in the afternoon, the bar was filled with the mellow aroma of whiskey and lazy jazz music. Sam drank the amber liquid mixed with ice cubes in one gulp, and the bottom of the cup hit the bar with a dull sound. The sound. He frowned, with a lingering haze in his eyes, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the ice marks on the wall of the cup. Dean brought out a gust of cold wind when he pushed open the bar door, Cowboy His boots made a crisp sound on the wooden floor. He sat directly next to Sam, propped his elbows on the bar and raised his chin towards the bartender. "Give me a glass of bourbon, just drink it." Turning around. Looking at Sam, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone, "Drinking pure drinks at two o'clock in the afternoon is not your style. Even if I found out that I was bald during the investigation, I didn't see you coming to the runway bar to get drunk."
Sam turned his head and pushed the wine glass aside irritably. His voice was full of suppressed anger. "You think I want to? Dean, I've been looking up ways to break the contract every day, Bobby's ancient book, I contacted all the hunters I could find, but what's the result? There are only a few months left in your contract, but I can't do anything!" At this point, his voice began to tremble slightly, and his eyes turned red, "Am I so useless? I can't even save my own brother!"
The smile on Dean's face disappeared, he pursed his lips, and just about to open his mouth to comfort him, there was a crisp sound of turning copper coins next to him. Bai Haorui was sitting in a booth not far away, holding Five Emperor Coins in his hand, turning his fingertips gently, and the copper coins drew a round arc in the palm of his hand.. He raised his eyes to look at the two people arguing, and said in a calm tone, "Stop talking, you will start arguing again after just a few words. Old Bobby has not responded to messages for three days. According to his temperament, he either found the key clues during the investigation and got into trouble and forgot to contact him, or... something went wrong."
Just as he finished speaking, the cell phone in Dean's pocket suddenly rang rapidly, breaking the silence in the bar. He took out his cell phone and saw an unfamiliar hospital number displayed on the screen. His heart skipped a beat, and his fingers that pressed the answer button were trembling a bit. "Hello?" came the doctor's formula on the other end of the phone. Voice: "Is this the emergency contact person Dean·Winchester for Bobby·Singer? Bobby is now in our hospital, in a deep coma, and his condition is unknown. Please come as soon as possible."
Dean hung up the phone and looked at Sam and Bai Haorui solemnly. "Bobby had an accident and is unconscious in the hospital." Sam stood up suddenly, and the previous irritability was instantly replaced by worry. Instead, he grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair. "Let's go to the hospital!" Bai Haorui put away Five Emperor Coins, and when he stood up, he picked up the mahogany sword placed next to him. "I'm really a crow's mouth, I'll do whatever I say, Fake!"
Sam's eyes fell on the wine glass on the bar, and he felt helpless in his heart: Dean's contract is getting closer and closer, but I don't even have a clue. Now Bobby is in trouble again, what else can I do?
Dean walked quickly to the door, his steps hurried but worried: Sam's pressure is getting bigger and bigger. He puts all the responsibilities on himself. If this continues, he will collapse. What should I do to make him feel more relaxed?
Bai Haorui followed the two of them and sighed helplessly: Every time, they start to quarrel as they talk. Is it so difficult to communicate well? My head is so big, I don't really have a crow's mouth, do I? Whoever says something is wrong, something is wrong, God damn it Nangong Wenya.
The corridor of the hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, cold and pungent. The three people walked quickly into Bobby's ward. On the hospital bed, Bobby's eyes were closed tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was so weak that he could barely see the rise and fall of his chest. The doctor followed behind, holding a medical record folder in his hand, and his tone was a bit confused. "The patient's body refers to The signs were all normal, and the brain CT, electrocardiogram, and blood tests found no problems, but he just couldn't wake up and fell into a deep coma. This situation is very strange. There was a doctor named Gregg before who had the same symptoms. Finally..." The doctor paused and did not say any more, but the unfinished meaning made the air feel heavy.
Sam immediately grabbed the key words, turned to look at Dean and Bai Haorui, his eyes were determined. "A supernatural event, definitely." Dean frowned, stretched out his hand to hold Bobby's cold hand, and the touch from his fingertips made his heart sink: Old Bobby has always been tough, how could he suddenly become like this?
Bai Haorui walked to the other side of the hospital bed, slowly raised his right hand, and gently pressed his fingertips against Bobby's eyebrows. He circulated the True Fire Pill in his body, and a trace of warm red gold True Fire poured into Bobby's body along the fingertips. As soon as he came into contact with Bobby's soul, he felt a cold and tough force coming towards him, repelling True Fire and making a subtle collision sound..Bai Haorui's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and his fingertips True Fire Pill felt slightly hot, as if he was resisting something. He retracted his hand and said in a serious tone, "His soul is trapped in a dream, and there is a strong evil force in it., which is in conflict with my True Fire. If he can't get out on his own, we must find a way to enter his dream and help him break his obsession. Otherwise, over time, the soul will be swallowed by that power, and even if the body is still alive, the person will not be able to wake up."
Dean immediately asked, "What should we do? How do we enter his dream?" Bai Haorui shook his head and his eyes fell on the backpack on Bobby's bedside table. "We have to check ancient books. There must be relevant clues in Bobby's room. He has always been cautious. It is impossible to investigate such supernatural events without leaving behind a backup plan."
Bai Haorui felt the lingering cold breath on his fingertips, and thought to himself: This energy is sinister and tough, like it is condensed by obsession, and is much more powerful than ordinary ghosts. If True Fire is used to break the dream forcibly, it is likely to hurt Bobby's soul, and the gain will outweigh the loss. Only by finding the source and prescribing the right medicine can it be safer.
Dean looked at Bobby's lifeless face, filled with self-blame: This is such an inexplicable thing again, something happened to Bobby, who can I protect? Sam, Bobby, there is only one person around me Everyone is in danger. My brother, this hunter, has failed too much. Sam stood beside the hospital bed, clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms: It is another unknown supernatural power. If I can be stronger, if I can directly sense these evil existences, can I detect the danger earlier and protect everyone?
The motel room Bobby rented was messy but orderly. It was filled with ancient books, newspapers and investigation notes. The air was filled with the smell of paper mixed with ink and a faint smell of tobacco. The three of them pushed the door open and entered. Sam went straight to the closet. Before that, he and Bobby When cooperated in investigating the case, he saw Bobby hiding important information in the secret compartment of the closet. Dean was rummaging through the bedside table and desk, while Bai Haorui walked to the bookshelf and ran through the rows of books with his fingertips. spine, trying to find clues related to dreams and souls.
"Found it!" Sam's voice broke the silence in the room. He took out an iron box from the secret compartment of the closet. After opening it, it contained a stack of information and a notebook. The three of them gathered around and Sam looked through them one by one. "Here is the information of Dr. Gregg. He is a professor of neurology and specializes in neurology. Research sleep. There is also an obituary, Dr. Gregg died in his sleep, the cause of death is unknown, and the symptoms of Bobby are exactly the same." He picked up the notebook and turned to one of the pages, "There is also this, 'South African Flyweed', which is African Dream Root, which records the characteristics of this grass."
Dean leaned over and took a look, and couldn't help but cursed, "Damn old guy, couldn't you have informed us first when you encountered such a difficult thing? You have to be alone, now it's fine, let's get in!" Bai Haorui took the notebook, rubbed the writing and pictures on the page with his fingertips, and suddenly pointed to a place with symbols and said, "Look here, on the note There is a symbol of 'Dream Root+blood' painted on it, and there is a line of small words next to it, 'Use blood as a guide to enter dreams without leaving a trace'. This means that in order to accurately enter other people's dreams, the target's blood or hair must be used as a medium. Bobby must have been plotted by someone when they were investigating the cause of death of Dr. Gregg, and the other party used Dream Root to make him fall into a dream."
Sam looked at the text on the information and felt anxious: It is an unknown supernatural force again. It is like this every time. We are always reacting passively. When can we take the initiative?
Bai Haorui was rubbing the symbols on the notebook, and the mantra of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" flashed through his mind. "The soul is connected with the fire, and if the heart is not arrogant, the fire will not be impatient." He thought to himself: Dream Root's dream is essentially the soul entering the spiritual world of others. My True Fire is connected to the soul, and it will definitely be affected by the state of mind after entering the dream. If the heart is not firm enough, True Fire is likely to lose control. Not only will Bobby not be saved, it will also endanger your own soul, so you must be careful.
Dean leaned against the desk, looking at the obituary in his hand, with mixed feelings in his heart: Dr. Gregg, professor of neurology, studies sleep... There must be some conspiracy behind this. Someone is using Dream Root to kill people. Bobby must have found something. No matter who dares to touch old Bobby, I must make him pay the price.
Dr. Gregg's laboratory is located deep in the scientific research building of the university. It is filled with various experimental equipment, books and documents, and the air is filled with the mixed smell of chemical reagents and dust. Dean pretended to be agent Federal Bureau of Investigation, showed his forged ID, and found Dr. Gregg's graduate student. The young man looked to be in his twenties, wearing thick glasses, his eyes were evasive, and he seemed a little nervous.
Dean sat on the chair next to the experimental table, leaning forward slightly, and said with a somewhat oppressive tone, "We are investigating the cause of death of Dr. Gregg. As far as we know, you are his most effective assistant and the last person to see him. We hope you can cooperate with our investigation and truthfully tell everything you know."
The graduate student pushed up his glasses, rubbed his hands together nervously, and looked away. "I... I don't know anything. The doctor's death has nothing to do with me. I'm just his student, responsible for helping organize the information." His voice was trembling, and he was obviously hiding something.
Dean sneered, stood up, and approached the graduate student step by step. The strong aura made the other person back away involuntarily. "Really? But we found out that you had an argument with the doctor before his death, and part of the doctor's experimental records were missing, which you happened to be responsible for keeping. If you don't confess, we will take you back to the police station now. I think the interrogation room of the police station will remind you of more 'unknown' things! Right? Do you want to give it a try?"
The graduate student's face turned pale and his legs trembled slightly. He glanced at Dean's cold eyes and knew that he couldn't hide it anymore. He sighed with a cry in his voice, "The doctor's experiment is too weird. He has been studying African Dream Root, saying that this kind of grass can make people who can't dream dream again. Jeremy·Fu Roth is his experimental subject, that little When Zi was ten years old, his father hit his head with a baseball bat, and he never dreamed again. The doctor successfully made him start dreaming again, but later, for some unknown reason, the doctor wanted to stop the experiment. Jeremy disagreed, and the two had a fierce quarrel. I have seen Jeremy look at the doctor, as if he wanted to eat people, and I felt something was wrong at the time. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that something would really happen to the doctor."
The graduate student's heart was full of fear and uneasiness: the doctor's experiment was too weird, and Jeremy that kid looked abnormal at first sight. I just wanted to graduate smoothly, but I didn't want to get involved in this kind of trouble, let alone be suspected of murder. Dean Looking at the panicked expression of the graduate student, I already had the answer in my heart: it was the obsession that caused the trouble, the pain of not being able to dream, the ecstasy after dreaming again, and the fear of losing, which are enough to make a person crazy.
Jeremy's residence is a small and dim apartment. The air is filled with the smell of whiskey and tobacco mixed with marijuana. Empty wine bottles and cigarette butts are scattered on the floor, which looks particularly decadent. Dean Press The doorbell rang, and after a while, the door was opened. Jeremy stood at the door, his face pale, with thick dark circles under his eyes, his eyes empty and tired, wearing a wrinkled shirt, and holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
"Who are you?" Jeremy's voice was hoarse, with a bit of vigilance. Dean showed a seemingly friendly smile, "I am a friend of Dr. Gregg. I heard that something happened to him, so I came to ask about the situation. My name is Dean, can you come in and sit down?"
Jeremy hesitated for a moment, then turned sideways to let Dean in, turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down, taking a sip of whiskey by himself. "The doctor died in his sleep. The police said it was an accident, but I know it was not." His tone was calm, but with a hint of subtle weirdness.
Dean sat on the chair opposite him, opened the beer and took a sip. His tone was somewhat sympathetic. "I heard about you. When I was ten years old, my father hit my head with a baseball bat. I haven't had any dreams since then. It must be very painful, right? It's like staying up for fifteen years without even a moment of peace."
Jeremy raised his head, a flash of resonance flashed in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly, "What do you know? A day without dreams is like living in a dead wasteland, without color, without hope, just living mechanically every day. The doctor asked me to dream again, and he gave me The new life made me feel the meaning of life. But later, he regretted it. He said that the experiment was too dangerous and wanted to take away everything. He wanted me to return to the dreamless Hell!" His emotions suddenly became excited, his voice rose high, and his eyes were full of madness.
Dean observed him calmly, and was secretly vigilant: This kid's condition is very unstable, and it seems that the doctor's death is indeed related to him. He followed Jeremy's words. "So you killed him? Because he wanted to stop the experiment?"
Jeremy suddenly laughed sinisterly, his eyes became cold and strange. He picked up another bottle of beer on the table and handed it to Dean: "Have a drink, Dean. The doctor is too selfish. Since he can give me a dream, he has no right to take it away."
Dean took the beer, and his heart skipped a beat. Just now, he thought this kid was pitiful, but now he was looking at him like he was looking at prey. But he still took a sip calmly, trying to figure out more about Dream Root: "What? What do you mean by that, you really did something to the doctor?"
Jeremy didn't answer, just stared at the beer in Dean's hand, with a sinister smile on his lips: Another prey, what he drinks can allow me to enter his dream. As long as I destroy his heart and let him be swallowed by his own obsession, I can absorb his spiritual power, stay in the dream forever, and never have to return to that damn dreamless world.
Dean was drinking beer, but he was making quick calculations in his mind: There must be something wrong with this guy, don't worry, let's go back and discuss it with Sam and Haorui first.
Dean came back from Jeremy's residence and rushed to the hospital ward immediately. Sam was sitting next to the hospital bed, looking at Bobby's face, his eyes full of worry. Bai Haorui was standing by the window, closing his eyes to rest, running True Fire Pill, trying to sense the changes in Bobby's dream.
The moment Dean walked into the ward, Bai Haorui suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes like an eagle. He walked quickly to Dean and held his wrist. True Fire Pill's fingertips instantly felt hot, with a wave of warmth. The energy poured into Dean's body, and he immediately felt a strange cold breath, which was exactly the same as the breath he felt in Bobby's eyebrows before, but it was weaker, but it wrapped around Dean's soul like a gangrene attached to the bone.
"Not good!" Bai Haorui's face instantly became solemn, "The aura on your body is wrong, there is an evil force wrapped around you, the same as the one on Bobby! What did Jeremy do to you?" He pressed his fingers harder, True Fire moved faster, trying to dispel the coldness, "Fuck, this power has been connected to your soul, you are probably about to fall asleep!"
When Sam heard this, he immediately became anxious. He stood up and grabbed Dean's arm. "What should we do? Don't let Dean sleep? But how could a normal person stay awake all this time?" Bai Haorui let go of Dean's wrist. Frowning: "We can only do this for now, at least until we find a way to crack it. Once you fall asleep, Jeremy will be able to enter your dream through that connection. At that time, he will use your obsession to attack you, just like he did to Dr. Bobby and Gregg."
At this moment, Bobby on the hospital bed suddenly let out a shrill scream, curled up into a ball, held his head tightly with both hands, an expression of extreme pain on his face, and the hospital gown was instantly soaked in cold sweat. Bai Haorui immediately walked to the bedside and put his fingertips on Bobby's eyebrows. He sensed that the energy in his dream was fluctuating violently. The cold force was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to completely tear Bobby's soul into pieces.
"His dream is collapsing!" Bai Haorui's tone was a bit anxious, "Obsession has begun to devour his soul. If we don't save him, even if we find a way to break it, there will be nothing we can do!"
Bai Haorui Feeling the increasingly strong cold air in Dean's body, he secretly cried out in his heart: This is great, before one of them can be rescued, another one is trapped. Jeremy This kid is worse than I thought. Xiangzhong is even more tricky, as he can actually control the dreams of two people at the same time. Dean looked at Bobby's painful look, and felt filled with self-blame: You must be more careful in the future, don't let yourself be held back by being unable to help.
Sam looked at the painful Bobby and the anxious Dean, feeling like a huge stone was weighing on his heart: time is running out, we must find African Dream Root as soon as possible and enter Bobby Save him from 's dream, and at the same time protect Dean from being dragged into the dream by Jeremy. But where can Dream Root be found? We have no clue now.
The three of them returned from the hospital to the motel room rented by Bobby. The lights in the room were dim, and the table was filled with Bobby's ancient books and investigation materials. Sam sat at the table, flipping through the ancient books page by page, his fingers moving quickly on the pages. Swiping quickly, his eyes were focused and eager. Dean leaned on the sofa, folding his arms, frowning, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip water. Bai Haorui sat aside, wiping the mahogany sword in his hand. The sword body was polished smooth and shiny, reflecting the weak light.
"Found it!" Sam suddenly shouted and raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of excitement, "It is recorded here that in order to enter other people's dreams, you must make tea with African Dream Root and add the target's hair as a medium. This way you can accurately locate and enter the other person's dream instead of falling into your own obsession."
Dean immediately stood up from the sofa, walked to the table, and looked at the ancient book. "It's disgusting, using hair as a medium, but I will fight for old Bobby." He paused, and his tone was full of irritation, "But where can I find this ghost grass? It is a specialty of Africa. We can't fly to Africa now, can we?"
Bai Haorui put down the mahogany sword, raised his head, and said with determination, "Bela, she has a wide range of paths, and is related to both black and white. She has a lot of strange things in her hands. Maybe she will have African Dream Root."
When Dean heard the name "Bela", he immediately showed a look of disgust and waved his hand. "Looking for her? Forget it! That woman only cares about money and has no profit. If you ask her for help, it will definitely not do anything good. She might open her mouth or dig a hole for us."
Sam frowned. "But besides her, do we have any other options now? Bobby's time is running out, and Dean you can't last long, so we have no choice."
Dean was silent. He knew that Sam was right. It was important to save people now. He gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and said viciously, "Damn it, just believe her this once! If she dares to play tricks, I will make her look good!" After that, he dialed Bela's number.
After the call was connected, Bela's charming and somewhat joking voice came. "Hey, Dean·Winchester, you rare guest, why did you suddenly remember to call me? Are you in trouble again and need my help?"
Dean took a deep breath and suppressed the disgust in his heart. "We need African Dream Root, do you have it? Make an offer."
Bela chuckled, "African Dream Root? What do you want this for? But, I happen to have a little bit. The conditions are very simple, tell me what do you want it for?"
Dean: "What does it have to do with you? If you have it, just make an offer and we will definitely agree to it!"
"How come it has nothing to do with me! I have fallen in love with you." Bela's tone was a bit determined. "Okay, how about I give you my things and you become my boyfriend?"