The coroner looked at the backs of the two men and rolled his eyes. These two boys couldn't be police officers at first glance. Their police badges were fake as hell, and they asked about teeth marks? I'm afraid there's something wrong with their brains, but it has nothing to do with me. It's better to do less than to do more.
Bai Haorui listened to the conversation between the two, twirling the trace of breath that had just been stained from the wound on the corpse with his fingertips, and said with a clear tone, surgical removal? It's not a zombie, it's man-made organ theft. Sam's eyes were so bright just now, it seemed that he already knew who it was, and there must be an inseparable relationship between this case and what he wanted to find.
The corridor outside the morgue is brightly lit, the tile floor is shiny, and the smell of disinfectant is much lighter. Occasionally, nurses and doctors hurried past with carts.
Bai Haorui, Dean and Sam walked side by side, not walking fast. Sam couldn't help it, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly suppressed it, but was still caught by Dean.
"What are you laughing at?" Dean immediately turned to look at Sam, his tone filled with dissatisfaction and scrutiny.
Sam immediately put away his smile, looked at the ground pretending to be serious, and paused. "Nothing."
He raised his head, looked at Dean, and with a serious tone, returned to the topic. "So, the scalpel has overturned our zombie theory, right?"
Dean shrugged, with a bit of deliberate ridicule in his tone, trying to ease the embarrassment. "A zombie that can do surgery? The zombie version of "Xinglin Double Heroes"?"
Sam gave him a "Don't make trouble" look, with a solemn tone, and took half a step forward. "Maybe we are looking in the wrong direction, and we should not be looking for the chopped up corpses."
Dean raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what should I look for?"
"Survivors." Sam said word by word, with determination in his eyes, "This is not zombies looking for food, this is organ theft."
Bai Haorui leaned against the wall of the corridor, nodded, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and turned on the screen, which displayed the hospital's ward registration information - while waiting at the entrance of the morgue just now, he had hacked into the hospital's internal system, rummaged through the emergency records of the past three months, and screened out all the victims who met the characteristics of "organ theft, surgical incision, and discovery in the wild."
"In the case of organ theft, there must be traces of the perpetrator on the survivor. Moreover, the other party's methods are professional and will not leave too many flaws. Finding the survivor is the most direct way." He added calmly, "I just checked the hospital's registration record and found that a victim of kidney theft is still hospitalized. He is in the surgical ward on the third floor, and the bed number is 307."
Sam took Bai Haorui's phone, glanced at the information on the screen, nodded, and returned the phone to him, with the eagerness in his eyes almost unbearable.
Sam thought that he could finally check in the direction of the survivors. He would soon be able to find the traces of Benton and rescue Dean soon. Fortunately, Bai Haorui checked the ward information, which saved us a lot of effort.
Dean looked at Sam with suspicion, organ theft? This case is getting more and more complicated. Sam smiled so happily. He must have known that it was not a zombie. Bai Haorui also helped to check the information. How many things did this kid hide from me?
Bai Haorui looked at the two of them with helplessness. Sam was anxious to find the survivors. I helped search for information and followed his wishes, which would also make Dean less suspicious. Let's find the clues first. Dean is not stupid, how can he be so easy to deceive.
The light in ward 307 is soft, and the afternoon sun shines in through the blinds, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor. The victim of kidney theft is lying on the bed, his face is as pale as a sheet, and he is mentally depressed. There is an IV tube inserted in his body. There is a bouquet of flowers sent by relatives and friends beside the bed, but it cannot dispel the strong smell of medicine and the sense of depression in the room.
Dean and Sam gently pushed open the door and walked in, closing the door behind their backs. Bai Haorui stood at the door of the ward, pretending to be a passing doctor, holding a blank medical record folder in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be casually scanning the corridor, but in fact he was paying attention to all movements.
The golden light between his brows moved slightly, "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was running at full strength, and the light golden Pure Yang True Fire breath spread silently, covering the entire surgical ward on the third floor. He carefully checked every corner to confirm that the floor was There is no evil aura left, and there is no dangerous ambush. At the same time, an invisible warning talisman is placed at the door of the ward. Once someone like Benton with an evil aura approaches, the talisman will immediately give an early warning to prevent the victim from being silenced.
"I already told the police yesterday and I don't want to say it again." The victim lay on the bed, opened his eyes, and saw the two people, his tone was tired and showed obvious resistance.
Sam walked to the bed, pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking in a gentle tone, trying to appease his mood. "Just asking a few questions, sir. It won't take you too long."
"Brother, I just had my kidney cut off. I'm tired." The victim sighed, his tone full of helplessness and bone-deep pain.
Dean took a step forward and said with a bit of urgency, "We'll be fine soon. Don't you want to catch that guy?"
The victim smiled bitterly, turned to look out the window, and asked with despair in his tone, "If you catch him, can you give me my kidney?"
Sam did not give up. He leaned forward slightly, looked into the victim's eyes, and said firmly, "What is the last thing you remember?"
The victim closed his eyes, was silent for a few seconds, and his body trembled slightly. The terrible experience came up like a tide, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably. "I put coins in the parking meter, and then I was knocked unconscious from behind. When I woke up, I was tied to the operating table. Then it was the most painful feeling you can imagine, worse than that. Then I passed out again, thank God. When I woke up again, I was in the bathtub of a shabby motel, full of ice cubes, and I screamed in pain."
Dean immediately walked to the bedside, leaned over and asked, trying to get more details. "Do you remember any details of the surgery? What did the man look like and what was in the room?"
The victim opened his eyes suddenly and stared at Dean in disbelief. His eyes were filled with anger and collapse, and his voice suddenly increased. "Let me think about it... yes, there is one thing I remember very clearly. Do you know what I remember? I had my kidney cut off!"
Dean and Sam looked at each other, with a trace of helplessness flashing in their eyes. Knowing that if they continued to ask, there would be no results, they could only stand up helplessly and walk towards the door of the ward. When Bai Haorui saw them coming out, he immediately put down the medical record folder and went up to them.
"I just sensed that the aura on this floor is normal, and there is no evil breath." He lowered his voice and said, "But I have written down the location of the parking lot mentioned by the victim. It is 'Pine Grove Motel' in the western suburbs of Erie City. It is most likely a temporary crime site."
Sam nodded, took out his phone, and quickly wrote down the name "Pine Grove Motel".
The victim looked at the backs of the three people and said to himself: What do these people want to do? I have become like this, and I still ask questions. I will never forget the pain of having a kidney cut out. How can I remember other details?
With determination, Sam identified the operating table, motel, and ice cubes... which completely matched Benton's modus operandi! Now it was completely confirmed that it was him. Haorui recorded the motel information so that it could be investigated later, and he was one step closer to finding Immortality Technique.
Dean thought about the way this crime was committed. It was so professional and definitely not an ordinary criminal. Sam must know something. Bai Haorui also helped memorize the information. Could it be that the two of them had colluded long ago?
Erie City In the motel room in the western suburbs, the light was dim, and the curtains were half-opened, leaving only a gap to let in the sunlight. There were shabby sofas, two single beds, a wooden table with peeling paint, and an old laptop buzzing, and the air was filled with the smell of coffee and fast food.
Sam was sitting at the table, looking up information on his laptop, tapping the keyboard with his fingers quickly. The screen was filled with scans of medical documents and old newspapers from the 19th century. Dean was sitting on the bed next to him, holding a burger piled with lettuce, tomatoes, and beef. He ate it with gusto. He glanced up at Sam from time to time, the suspicion in his eyes never dissipating.
Bai Haorui was sitting on another bed, holding John·Winchester's demon hunting notes in his hand. Next to him was a stack of yellow talismans and a cinnabar pen. He flipped through the notes about alchemy. The records of spells and Immortality Technique were compared from time to time with the spells he drew. Occasionally a light golden True Fire flashed across his fingertips, correcting the lines of the spell. Occasionally he raised his eyes to look at the two of them, paying attention to their conversation.
Sam suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Dean, with a flash of excitement in his eyes. "I have an idea."
"Huh?" Dean took a big bite of the burger and responded vaguely.
"I talked to the doctor of the victim who had his kidney cut off. His wound was sutured with silk thread." Sam pointed at the computer screen with a serious tone.
Dean chewed the burger and raised his eyebrows. "It's quite strange."
"It's strange now, but in the early 19th century, silk thread was the suture material of choice." Sam explained, leaning forward slightly, "But the problem was huge. Patients were prone to serious infections, and the mortality rate was ridiculously high."
Dean shrugged and said in a casual tone, "It's a good time."
"So doctors at that time tried every means to prevent the infection from spreading, and one of the methods was to use maggots."
Dean immediately wrinkled his face, put down the burger in his hand, and looked at Sam with a look of disgust. "Brother, I'm eating."
Sam ignored his disgust and continued, his tone becoming more and more sure. "Actually, this method works. Maggots will only eat necrotic tissue and will not touch healthy tissue. Moreover, the body cavity of the deceased we found was full of maggots."
"Brother, I'm really eating." Dean looked collapsed and raised his voice, but he couldn't help but pick up the burger and took another big bite.
He was chewing, and suddenly he seemed to remember something. His eyes lit up, he put down the burger suddenly, and sat up straight. "Wait, so, someone was attacked, using antique surgical techniques, and their organs were stolen... Why do I feel like this is so familiar?"
Sam smiled slightly, took out his father's demon hunting diary from his bag, opened it to a page that had been marked in advance, and handed it to Dean. There were complex alchemical symbols drawn on the page, and the keywords "Dr. Benton", "Immortality Technique", and "organ replacement" were scrawled next to it in John's scrawled handwriting.
"Because you heard your father say that when you were a child. Dr. Benton." Sam said calmly.
Dean took the diary and looked at the contents. He thought about it instantly, and a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. Bai Haorui just put down the demon hunting notes in his hand, handed Yin-Gathering Array Talisman the one he had drawn, and placed it next to the diary. The cinnabar lines on the talisman corresponded perfectly with the alchemical symbols in the diary.
"This is the Yin-Gathering Array Talisman I drew based on the alchemy symbols in the notes and combined with the magic principles of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art"." He pointed to the formation symbols and the symbols on the diary, and added in a calm tone, "Benton is addicted to Immortality Technique, combining alchemy with Yin Xie magic, will definitely create Yin-Gathering Array to preserve the vitality of fresh organs and delay organ necrosis. The breath of this talisman is completely consistent with the breath of breath plundering that I sensed in Erie City."
Sam looked at Dean and continued to explain, "The doctor in reality lived in New Hampshire. He was very smart and obsessed with alchemy, especially the method of immortality. In 1816, he gave up practicing medicine and disappeared into the forest..."
"Yes, that's right. No one heard from him for the next 20 years, and then people began to disappear, die, or lose body parts such as organs or hands." Dean nodded with a firm tone and took over the conversation. He was deeply impressed by the case in his father's diary.
"The set of things he made are really useful, and he is still alive." Sam's tone became solemn, "If the body parts are broken, just replace them with new ones."
Dean frowned and looked at Sam: "Didn't dad catch him and dig out his heart?"
"It seems that the doctor has replaced it with a new one." Sam shook his head and spoke calmly.
Dean asked, "Okay, where did he commit the crime?"
"Benton is very picky about the location of the laboratory. He likes dense forests with fresh water such as rivers or streams nearby." Sam pointed to the Erie City map on the computer, which had several forests that met the conditions circled.
Dean asked in confusion, "Why?"
Sam said with a hint of disgust in his tone, "Because he likes to throw bile, intestines, feces and other things there."
Dean looked at the burger in his hand with a disgusted look on his face. He put the burger on the bedside table next to him and had no appetite to eat it anymore.
Sam raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Have you lost your appetite?"
Dean looked at the burger, then at Sam, smiled helplessly, and picked up the burger again. "Oh, baby, I can't be angry with you." He took a big bite of the burger, Bai Haorui looked at the two of them, shook his head helplessly, and continued to look through the demon hunting notes, his fingertips lightly scratched the spell.
Sam thought about finally telling him, Benton is here, Immortality Technique is here. Bai Haorui's addition of array symbols and clues has completely confirmed Benton's location, and it will be much easier to find him now. No matter how extreme this method is, as long as it can keep him alive.
Dean's suspicions are getting deeper and deeper, Benton... Dad didn't even kill him completely back then. Immortality Technique? Does this thing really exist?
Bai Haorui Benton's Yin-Gathering Array is indeed the same as what I felt. Immortality depends on organ replacement. This is not immortality. It is clearly turning oneself into a monster made of parts. Sam, this unlucky child, may be in trouble again.
Erie City Deep in the black pine forest in the western suburbs, a dilapidated cabin stands alone by the stream. It is surrounded by dense trees, almost completely blocking the view. There is only a trampled path leading to the cabin. The window of the cabin reveals a pale light, like an eye dormant in the darkness, which is Benton's operating room.
In the operating room, the light from the shadowless lamp was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes. The air was filled with the pungent smell of strong disinfectant, blood and formalin. A young jogger was tightly tied to the operating table, his hands and feet were fixed with black belts. He was awake, his eyes were full of extreme fear, and his body was struggling wildly. The belt was cut into his flesh, making a "creep" sound.
"No, please, no! No! Let me go!" the jogger roared crazily, tears streaming down his cheeks, and his voice changed in tone due to fear.
Dr. Benton was wearing a yellowing white surgical gown, a worn cotton mask on his face, and a polished scalpel in his hand. He stood beside the operating table with an expressionless face, no pity in his eyes, or even the slightest emotion, as if what he saw in front of him was not a living person, but just a part waiting to be disassembled.
He raised his hand, and the scalpel shone coldly under the shadowless lamp, accurately cutting open the jogger's chest.
The jogger's screams instantly echoed throughout the cabin, shrill and desperate, penetrating the walls of the cabin and echoing in the silent forest, but were quickly blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.
In the motel room, Erie City's map was spread out on the ground between the two beds, with more than a dozen abandoned hunting lodges circled in red pen, and dense annotations filled the blank spaces of the map. Dean, Sam, and Bai Haorui lay on the map, scanning each circled location with solemn expressions.
Bai Haorui held a red marker in his hand and drew a circle on the westernmost position of the map. His tone was affirmative and without any hesitation. "I just went to the forest to check. Among the circled hunting cabins, only the one on the west side matches Yin-Gathering Array." The condition of is that there is Erie Creek next to it, and I placed Tracking Talisman outside that hut, and the breath is completely consistent with Benton's Yin-Gathering Array, which is his hiding place."
He had just taken advantage of the break between the two of them to check information and went to the black pine forest alone. He used Divine Sense of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" to scan the entire forest and accurately targeted Benton's laboratory. He even placed three warning signs outside the cabin to ensure that they would receive the news immediately once Benton left.
"These are abandoned hunting cabins, most of which have been abandoned for many years." Sam looked at the map and said, tapping his fingertips on the position circled by Bai Haorui, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Dean stood up, picked up his coat and threw it on his shoulders, saying simply, "Then what are we waiting for?"
The classic rock ringtone suddenly rang, it was the mobile phone of Dean.
Dean picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID. The expression on his face instantly became serious. He pressed the answer button and walked to the window.
"Bobby?"
Bobby's hoarse and tired voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of imperceptible urgency. "Hey, Dean. I finally found the trace of Bela."
Dean raised the volume a bit. "I'm listening. You say."
"Rufus·Turner."
Dean raised his eyebrows, deliberately teasing, with a deliberately relaxed tone, trying to hide his emotions. "What is that? Some kind of pornographic gameplay?"
"He is a hunter. He used to be. Now he is basically a hermit. He occasionally does some reselling business." Bobby rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone with a helpless tone. "I called Bela a few months ago. He just called and said that a woman contacted him and wanted to buy something."
Dean's tone instantly became urgent. "Does he think it's Bela?"
"United Kingdom accent, the name used is Mina·Chandler." Bobby's tone was affirmative.
Dean's eyes darkened and his tone was cold. "She has used this name before. Is she too careless to contact your old friend?"
"Friend? I haven't seen him in 15 years. He is not the kind of person who would send Christmas cards." Bobby said in a calm tone, "I guess she doesn't even know that I know him. She is at Vermont, Canaan City."
Dean nodded and said in a solemn tone, "Thank you, Bobby, we will go there right away."
"One more thing, bring a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label whiskey." Bobby paused and added.
Dean smiled, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Dean immediately began to pack his backpack, stuffing holy water, salt bags and daggers into it. He moved quickly and said with unquestionable determination in his tone, "Pack your things, let's go find Bela."
Sam immediately stopped him, stretched out his hand to hold down his backpack, and stood in front of him with a firm tone. "What? Wait, wait a minute."
"Hurry up, time is running out." Dean pushed his hand away and continued to clean up.
"Listen, I think we should stay here and finish this case." Sam raised his voice, persisted in his opinion, and refused to give in.
Dean looked at Sam with a stunned look on his face, and said in a somewhat unbelievable tone, "Are you crazy?"
"There is no way she is still holding Colt gun. It has been several months. She will definitely sell it as soon as she gets it." Sam said in a calm tone, trying to convince him.
Dean's eyes were cold and his tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation. "Then I'll kill her, win-win."
"Dean..." Sam shouted, with a hint of pleading in his tone.
"Sam, let's go." Dean interrupted him with a strong tone, put on his backpack and walked towards the door.
Sam took a step forward, blocked the door of the room, confronted him, and raised his voice again. "No."
Dean stared at him, frowned tightly, and asked, "Why not?"
Sam took a deep breath and finally expressed his true thoughts that he had hidden all the way. His tone was a bit urgent and pleading, and his eyes were full of worry for Dean: "Dean, this case is the only way to save you now."
Dean frowned, with a puzzled look on his face, as if he didn't hear what he said clearly, "What? Chasing that Frankenstein?"
"The way to pursue eternal life." Sam said in a firm tone, speaking word by word, each word was like hitting the ground, "Listen, Benton will not die. If we find his method, we can use it on you."
Dean's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked at Sam in disbelief. The backpack in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack" and his whole body froze. "What did you say?"
"You have to die first before you can play Hell, right?" Sam continued, with a bit of irrepressible excitement in his tone, "So, if you never die..."
Dean finally reacted. His tone was a bit angry and disappointed, and he pointed at Sam's nose, his hands shaking. "Wait, wait. You knew this was Dr. Benton's case from the beginning, right?"
Sam's eyes flickered, his tone was somewhat evasive, and he lowered his head subconsciously. "No, I just... have hope."
"So the zombies are all lying to me?" Dean's voice suddenly increased, and the anger in his tone almost overflowed.
"I don't want to say anything until I'm sure, Dean, I just want to find a solution." Sam raised his head, his tone a little guilty, but he didn't flinch at all.
"No, you don't want to solve it, you want to chase this 'Ripper', not kill him, you want to treat him to a beer and study him." Dean roared, his tone full of disappointment.
"I just want to help you." Sam raised his head, his eyes were firm, his tone was a bit aggrieved, and his eyes were slightly red.
"You're not helping me!" Dean's tone was cold, with a hint of helplessness and pain, "Have you forgotten? If I breach the contract, you will die. Living forever is a breach of contract."
Sam said without any hesitation, with a decisive tone, "Okay! No matter what kind of ghost medicine this is, I will use it too!"
Dean looked shocked, and then he laughed, the smile full of ridicule and heartache, "Oh, what is this? "Sid and Nancy"? No. Just like Bobby has always said, if we kill the devil with the contract, all this will be wiped out. This is our best chance."
"Even if you have Colt gun, who are you going to shoot?" Sam retorted, with a somewhat impatient tone, "We don't even know who holds the contract."
"Then I'll shoot Hellhound before they tear me apart." Dean's tone was firm without any wavering, "Now, will you follow me?"
Sam looked directly into his eyes, with a bit of resistance in his tone, and said word by word without any concession, "I'll stay here."
"No, you can't stay." Dean's tone was strong, with the unique protectiveness of a brother, "I can't let you wander alone in the forest, chasing that lunatic who stole organs."
Sam took a step forward, looked at him without flinching, and said with defiance in his tone, "You can't let me?"
"Yes, I can't." Dean nodded, his tone unquestionable.
Sam looked at him and asked with a desperate and stubborn tone, "How are you going to stop me?"
Dean was stunned. He looked at Sam's firm eyes and was speechless for a moment. The two looked at each other, the tips of their noses almost touching. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, as if it was about to explode, and the air was frozen.