The cold white streetlight halo soaked into the late autumn night, the slippery asphalt road reflected the reflection of the glass door of the squash hall, and the wind blew the fallen leaves across the corner, making a fine rustling sound.
Thomas was carrying two bottles of ice-cold mineral water, and the water droplets on the bottles were dripping down between his fingers. He turned his head and chatted with Jules, who was walking side by side. Jules was wrapped in a well-tailored black expensive windbreaker, holding the shoulder strap of his gym bag with his fingers. He had just finished a high-intensity squash game with a thin layer of sweat on his face, and there was lingering fatigue in his eyes.
"Want to have a drink?" Thomas raised his eyebrows, with an adult's familiar ridicule in his tone.
Jules shook his head and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips. "No, I have to get up before dawn, work is important."
Thomas smiled evilly and took a half step forward, "Breast augmentation surgery?"
"I hope so." Jules rolled his eyes, his tone full of helplessness and self-deprecation, "She is a grumpy old lady. To do a full facelift, I have to find a forklift to pull her skin back."
Thomas laughed out loud and shook the mineral water in his hand, "You spend so much effort just to look younger for 15 minutes?"
Jules stopped and spoke in a very low voice, "Hey, staying young forever is a cruel business."
Thomas didn't notice the strangeness in his tone. He smiled and pressed the car key. The bright yellow sports car lights not far away flashed twice and made a crisp unlocking sound. He waved goodbye to Jules and drove out of the parking lot. The sound of tires grinding against the ground gradually disappeared into the night.
Jules stood alone, looking at the intersection where the sports car disappeared, the smile on his lips faded little by little, and in the end only a cold numbness remained.
Oh, cruel? More than cruel.
He turned around and walked towards his black car. The camera slowly zoomed out. In the deepest shadow of the parking lot, a tall figure quietly emerged, like a beast dormant in the darkness. His eyes were locked on his back without a trace of warmth.
The light in the parking lot became increasingly dim, and the light from a few scattered street lamps was cut to pieces by the dense street trees. The wind passed through the empty parking spaces, bringing with it the chill of late autumn.
Jules walked to his car, took out the car key, and just touched the remote control button with his fingertips.
There was a very light "rustling" sound behind me, like fallen leaves scraping the ground, but it clearly pierced the silence of the night.
Jules turned around suddenly, his eyes tightened instantly, and he scanned the surrounding shadows vigilantly. "Who?"
There was no one in the parking lot, except for the wind blowing through the trash can, making a soft clang sound. Jules frowned and shook his head mockingly, thinking that he was suffering from auditory hallucinations due to being tired from the surgery for the past few days. He turned around and bent down to open the trunk, ready to put the gym bag in.
The moment he bent over, a tall black figure suddenly appeared from behind the pillar on the side of the trunk. He pressed his back with both hands and pushed forward with all his strength!
There was a loud "bang", and the trunk door was slammed shut, and the metal latch clicked and locked. Jules's body hit the inner wall of the trunk hard, and his gym bag hit his face, and his eyes suddenly went dark.
"Help! Let me out! Help! Open the door!"
Jules was smashing the metal wall in the trunk like crazy, and the roar penetrated the iron sheet, carrying the ultimate fear, but was swallowed up without a trace by the empty parking lot. The black figure stood in front of the trunk, motionless, listening to the crashes and shouts inside, as if he was enjoying a scheduled performance. In the darkness, only his pair of unruffled eyes were left, hidden in the shadows.
The glass door of the emergency room was pushed open violently, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
Jules stumbled in with bare feet and covered in mud and dried blood. The hem of his windbreaker was torn to pieces, and he covered his abdomen with both hands, dragging out a string of winding and dazzling blood drops on the white sterile floor.
The nurse on duty was sitting at the nurse station writing medical records. She suddenly raised her head when she heard the sound. She immediately stood up and rushed to Jules. She reached out to support his shaky body. "Sir? How are you? Don't panic, we are here."
"Please... help me..." Jules's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. His body was shaking uncontrollably, cold sweat was flowing down his cheeks, and his vision had begun to blur.
The nurse patted his back and tried to comfort him in a calm tone, "It's okay, sir, let me see what's wrong. Don't worry, I've seen everything."
She reached out and gently pulled open the hem of the windbreaker that Jules was holding on to.
I saw a hideous surgical incision on Jules's abdomen, with blood still oozing from the edge. The fresh liver tissue slid down the wound and hit the smooth white floor with a "splat" sound, making a wet sound.
The nurse let out a hysterical scream, piercing the tranquility of the emergency room. The medical records in her hand fell to the ground with a crash. She staggered back and bumped into the cart behind her. The instruments were scattered on the floor.
Oh my God... who is this person so cruel!
Jules's body slowly collapsed to the ground. The lights on the ceiling rotated and extinguished in his eyes. The nurse's scream continued, but became farther and farther away, and finally fell into darkness completely.
The farmhouse was covered with dust, the wooden furniture was tattered, and the corners were covered with thick cobwebs. The air was filled with the pungent smell of rust, holy water, and evil. On the cement floor in the center, a complete Devil's Trap array was painted. The black lines were mixed with salt and holy water, glowing with a dull light. The black-eyed demon was tied to a chair with silver shackles, and was trapped in the center of the trap, unable to move.
Bai Haorui stood on the north side of Devil's Trap, with his feet shoulder-width apart and his body standing upright. He held two yellowed yellow talismans in his hand, and his fingertips rested on the word "Zhen" on the talisman surface. The surface of the talisman paper glowed with a very faint golden light of pure sunlight., which checks and balances with the black lines of the trap array, firmly locking all paths for the demon to escape. The aura of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" is restrained around him, without any leakage, but it makes the demon in the trap instinctively shrink, and even his roar is a little weaker.
Dean carried a bottle of holy water, walked up to the devil, and unscrewed the bottle cap expressionlessly. The bottle cap fell to the ground with a soft sound. Sam stood beside Dean, with cold eyes and arms folded across his chest.
"Are you ready to talk?" Dean looked down at the devil, his tone as cold as ice.
The demon roared, struggling wildly, and the shackles clanged against the chair, but was suppressed by the power of the trap array. "Stop! I don't know! I don't know anything!"
Dean turned to look at Sam, with obvious sarcasm in his tone. "Hey, Sam, he said he doesn't know anything."
"Yes, I heard it." Sam nodded, his eyes still cold and not loose at all.
"I'm telling the truth!" the devil shouted urgently, a trace of panic flashed in his dark eyes, and his tone was pleading.
Dean raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes in surprise. "Oh, really? Oh my god, then I have to apologize to you. Come on, let me make it up to you."
He took a step forward, grabbed the demon's chin, and used his knuckles to forcefully pry open his mouth. Sam Turned slightly sideways, staggering his steps to prevent the demon from being accidentally injured when he struggled. Bai Haorui With a slight force on his fingertips, the golden light on the yellow talisman suddenly became a little brighter, and an invisible pressure of pure Yang fell, pressing the demon's body to the chair, leaving him with very little strength left to struggle.
Dean poured the entire bottle of holy water into the devil's mouth.
When the devil's mouth and throat came into contact with the holy water, white smoke suddenly erupted, making a sizzling burning sound, followed by a scream that was so shrill that it broke the voice. There was a "gurgling" bubbling sound in his throat, and black smoke continued to pour out from the corners of his mouth.
Dean let go of his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers. His tone was still cold and without any mercy. "Now, let me ask for the last time: Who holds my contract?"
The demon shook the holy water on his face, with a ferocious smile on his lips, and his dark eyes full of unbridled provocation. "Your mother. Yes, she even showed me before she was fucked by me."
Dean's pupils suddenly shrank, he clenched his fists suddenly, his knuckles turned white, and he leaned in front of the demon, with the tip of his nose almost touching the demon's face. The murderous intent in his eyes almost overflowed, and the air pressure around him was so low that even the air seemed to freeze.
Bai Haorui frowned slightly and held the Evil-Suppressing Talisman in his left hand. A pale golden True Fire shimmer quietly appeared on his fingertips, ready to deal with the devil's counterattack after Dean lost control. He knew Dean's bottom line very well and knew the devil's tricks too well, and would never give the other party any opportunity to take advantage of it.
"I want a name. Otherwise..." Dean's voice was low, filled with extremely suppressed anger.
"Otherwise what? Huh? Are you going to pour holy water into my two ends?" The devil sneered, his tone was unscrupulous and provocative, as if he was sure that Dean couldn't do anything to him, "Come on, brother, even if you do this, it will be worse than a mosquito bite compared to the consequences of me leaking the secret. You can do whatever you want, the only thing I'm afraid of is the devil holding your contract."
Seeing this, Sam took a step forward, raised his hand and put it on the devil's shoulder, and took a deep breath. Bai Haorui moved lightly, walked to Sam's side, lowered his head slightly, moved his lips slightly, and his breath perfectly matched the rhythm of Sam.
Sam began to recite the exorcism spell, the Latin syllables were clear and firm, with unquestionable power. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
Bai Haorui recited the magic spell in a low voice, and his voice blended perfectly with Sam's spell. The breath of pure Yang spread along the spell, and the dust in the farmhouse was rolled up by invisible air waves. "Three altars of pure fire cleanse away evil spirits; pure Yang acts as a guide to help the spell exorcise evil spirits."
Sam's exorcism spell was intertwined with Bai Haorui's spell formula, and the air in the farmhouse began to vibrate violently. The demon's body twitched painfully under the attack of the two forces, and let out an even more miserable scream. Black smoke continued to emerge from his seven orifices, and the entire figure was thrown into a hot oil pan.
"Feeling good? Come on, take me back to Hell." The devil twitched and smiled provocatively at the two brothers. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, "When you get there, I will be waiting for you. There are several brothers who can't wait to 'say hello' to Dean·Winchester."
Sam stopped chanting the incantation, turned his head and looked at each other with Dean. Both of them saw the helplessness and exhaustion of "cannot get the answer" in each other's eyes.
"Do you want me to continue?" Sam looked at Dean, his tone was calm, and no emotion could be heard.
Dean's tone was low, with a hint of exhaustion that could not be concealed, and he waved his hand. "Send him back to where he belongs, and don't come out to harm others again."
Sam took a deep breath, raised his hand again and pressed it on the demon's shoulder. The rhythm of the spell suddenly accelerated. Bai Haorui quickly put the Evil-Suppressing Talisman in his hand on the demon's forehead. As soon as the talisman touched the skin, it made a sizzling sound, and the demon instantly let out a heart-rending scream, and his body shook wildly like an electric shock.
"Ergo, omnes spiritus diaboli, adiuramus te: cessate decipere humanas creaturas, eique æternæ perditioni præparare viam." Sam's spell became more and more firm, and every syllable carried great power.
Bai Haorui's fingertips condensed a very fine wisp of golden True Fire, and it was accurately placed on the heart of Evil-Suppressing Talisman's charm. His voice was cold and cold, with only one word. "Suppress!"
The golden light and the power of the spell instantly blended, forming a dazzling golden light pillar that enveloped the demon. The demon let out a last shrill scream, and his body turned into a thick black smoke. He was quickly dragged into the underground trap array and disappeared completely, leaving only the pungent smell of sulfur in the air.
The host's body lost support, his head tilted, and he collapsed on the chair, losing his breath.
Dean looked at the host's corpse, his eyes were empty, and his tone was so weak that he couldn't ask anything. There were only three weeks left.
Sam looked solemnly, looking at the fading lines of the trap array, and tightened his fingertips slightly. The guy that the devil is afraid of must be a stronger existence than the high-level devil... Dean Time is running out, this clue is broken, I must find another way, no matter what it is, even an extreme way.
Bai Haorui put away the yellow talisman, and the True Fire on his fingertips slowly dispersed. Looking at Dean's tense back, he frowned slightly. The Yin Qi of the Dean contract mark is getting heavier and heavier. There are only less than three weeks left. This devil's mouth To this extent, the person behind it is most likely the Hell new manager Lilith mentioned earlier. The obsession in Sam's eyes can no longer be hidden, and he is afraid that he will go astray in order to save Dean.
The dim flashlight light shone on the tattered wooden table, and dust danced in the beam.
Sam sat at the table, holding a mobile phone in his hand, pretending to be a policeman on the phone, with a calm tone, perfectly imitating the tone of a state policeman. Bai Haorui squatted next to the host's body, and took out one from his pocket The silver needle probed the carotid artery and meridians of the host to confirm that there was no residual demonic aura. Then he put away the silver needle and began to pack away the exorcism props such as holy water, salt bags, and yellow talismans scattered on the ground. He moved neatly and orderly and put the things into his backpack by category.
"You compared fingerprints twice? Are you sure? Okay, just think of it as a laboratory error. Of course I know. Okay, thank you, I will tell the captain." Sam hung up the phone and put the phone back in his pocket.
Dean walked in from the outside carrying a shovel, his trouser legs and jacket were stained with mud, and his face showed a look of exhaustion. He threw the shovel on the ground in the corner, making a clanging sound.
"The body was buried?" Sam looked at him.
"Well, poor guy, these demons are just taking fun of his body." Dean nodded, sighed, walked to the table, picked up a bottle of mineral water, opened it and took a big sip.
He took a sip of water, looked at Sam, and wiped the corners of his mouth. "What happened to that phone call just now?"
Sam leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Do you remember the news in yesterday's newspaper?"
Dean raised his eyebrows, deliberately teasing, and raised a deliberate smile at the corner of his mouth, trying to dispel the depression just now. "The stripper used her thighs to suffocate the man to death?"
Sam rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "Another one."
"Oh, the man who walked into the emergency room and fell to the ground dead, with all his internal organs ripped out?" Dean suddenly understood and patted his forehead.
"It's the liver." Sam corrected, his tone becoming serious, "And I discovered something very interesting."
Dean raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, and motioned for him to continue, "Oh?"
"The deceased's body was covered with bloody fingerprints, not his own." Sam said word by word, with a hint of unnoticeable eagerness in his eyes.
Dean whistled, with a bit of playfulness in his tone. "That's great, our CSI brothers will definitely be very excited."
Sam stared at Dean, spoke solemnly, and tapped his fingertips on the table. "Those fingerprints belong to a person who died in 1981."
Dean The cynicism on his face disappeared instantly. He put down the mineral water bottle and leaned forward slightly. A trace of intense interest flashed in his eyes, as well as a hint of unnoticeable vigilance. "Really? So, this is... a living dead? A living dead that can kill people?"
"It's possible." Sam nodded, his tone deliberately uncertain.
Dean raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth and leaned back on the chair, "Zombies like to eat this kind of 'white meat', ha."
As soon as the conversation changed, Dean sat up straight and looked at Sam with sharp eyes. With obvious suspicion, the smile just now disappeared without a trace, "Speaking of which, why are you suddenly interested in zombies? In the past few months, you have been focusing on saving my soul. I am going to play Hell in three weeks. You suddenly want to fight zombies?"
Sam's eyes flickered for a moment. He avoided Dean's gaze, picked up the newspaper on the table, and flipped through it pretending not to care. His tone was pretending to be relaxed, but his fingertips tightened slightly. "Hey, it's you who have been clamoring to go demon hunting. I thought I was doing you a favor. If you don't want to go, forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Dean immediately sat up straight, with a somewhat eager tone in his tone, the scrutiny just now faded a bit. "Hey, wait, I didn't say I didn't want to go, nonsense, of course I want to go fight zombies."
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Sam's mouth, but he immediately put it away and looked at the newspaper pretending to be serious, not letting Dean see his expression. "Okay, whatever."
Bai Haorui just packed up all the props, walked between the two of them, and took out a folded white paper from his pocket. After unfolding it, there were several red dots marked with cinnabar. It was Erie City's map. One of the dots was highlighted, and the direction and intensity of the breath were marked next to it. He Putting the white paper flat on the table, he calmly broke the deadlock between the two people. "I just sensed an evil plundering aura from the direction of Erie City. It is different from ordinary demons and undead. It smells of a mixture of alchemy and evil magic. I marked the direction, which is where the accident happened to the deceased."
Dean and Sam looked at the red dots on the white paper at the same time, and their eyes became solemn.
Sam looked at the red dot, his heart was beating fast, and his tone was uncontrollable eagerness. He couldn't tell him, at least not now. What if this wasn't Benton, what if Immortality Technique is fake, telling him will only make him more desperate. Fortunately, Haorui smoothed things over, so it is logical to go to Erie City and find Benton.
Dean stared at Sam's evasive side face, frowning slightly, and his tone was filled with lingering suspicion. This kid definitely has something to hide from me. He has never taken the initiative to mention anything during this time. Damn it, especially when I was about to play Hell. But Haorui had already marked its location, so whether I checked it or not, I could at least keep an eye on Sam and not let him mess around.
Bai Haorui looked at the expressions of the two people with their own thoughts, and was very helpless. Sam obviously had something to hide, and Dean also saw it. I built a bridge to let the two of them go smoothly. It was logical to go to Erie City, not only to expose Sam's thoughts, but also to reassure Dean. After all, there was something wrong with that smell, and it was necessary to find out.
The chill in the morgue was overwhelming. The stainless steel mortuary table glowed with a cold white light. The air was filled with the smell of formalin and disinfectant. The coldness crawled up the trouser legs. The body of Jules was lying on the morgue, covered with a white shroud, and only his pale forehead was exposed.
Dean and Sam were wearing black suits and ties, pretending to be state troopers, standing next to the morgue. The retiring coroner was sitting at the table, holding an autopsy report in his hand, with obvious impatience on his face, looking at them up and down, his eyes full of scrutiny.
At the door of the morgue, Bai Haorui was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt with a low brim, leaning against the wall, pretending to be a waiting entourage. The golden light between his brows moved slightly, and Divine Sense silently scanned the entire morgue to confirm that there was no The evil aura remained, and there were no traps. At the same time, he firmly locked onto the corpse of Jules, and felt the faint aura remaining on the wound - the strange smell of evil breath, which was exactly the same as the aura he sensed at Erie City before.
"Yes, all other parts of the body are intact, only the liver is missing." The coroner picked up the autopsy report, turned a page, and spoke in a cold tone.
Dean leaned forward slightly, with a somewhat cautious tone in his tone, trying to formulate words. "The place where the liver was pulled out, are there any... um... teeth marks?"
The coroner suddenly raised his head, stared into Dean's eyes, and glanced at Sam again. The suspicion and disdain in his eyes became even stronger. "Can I see your police badge?"
Sam immediately took out the forged state police badge from his pocket and handed it to the coroner. There was no panic on his face and his tone was natural. "Of course."
The coroner glanced at the police badge and threw it back to Sam. The police badge fell on the table with a soft "ding" sound, "Okay, so you are a policeman or an idiot."
"Excuse me? We are very smart..." Dean looked stunned and sounded unconvinced.
"The liver was not pulled out, it was surgically removed." The coroner interrupted him with a serious tone and tapped the autopsy report with his fingertips. "A scalpel was used. The person who did it was very proficient in surgery. The incision was accurate to the millimeter and there was no unnecessary damage. Didn't you read my report?"
Dean scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "Oh, of course I read it. The writing... is so attractive. I just flipped through the pages. It was so exciting."
The coroner looked at Dean expressionlessly and was silent for three full seconds. The atmosphere in the room was extremely awkward.
"Finished?"
"That's almost it."
"Then please go out." The coroner stood up and pointed at the door, his tone unquestionable.
Dean and Sam looked at each other, turned around helplessly, and walked towards the door of the morgue. Bai Haorui saw the two people coming out, and immediately put away his palm Invisibility Talisman - he had just used this talisman to block his breath to avoid getting too much attention from the coroner - and went to meet them.
"How's it going? Do you have any clues?" He lowered his voice and followed the two of them to the corridor.
Dean followed Bai Haorui out of the morgue, with an annoyed tone in his voice, teeth marks? I'm really dizzy, how can any zombie know how to use a scalpel? Although this coroner has a bad temper, he is telling the truth.
Sam's eyes lit up instantly, and he performed surgery! It was indeed Benton! His surgical skills will not be lost even after two hundred years. Now it is confirmed that the clues to Immortality Technique are here. Haorui is guarding outside to prevent Benton from suddenly appearing.