[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Merlin's eyes were serious because of Mu Ke's words. If he still used the image of a pale and old man before Arthur returned, the atmosphere would be more dignified at this time, "The last owner of this book was a demon. wounded him, but he escaped in black smoke."

"Do you have a name?"

Merlin shook his head, "I only remember that the person possessed by him is called Alva Gordon. If he is still alive, he should be 80 years old now."

"I'll go find him, and I should be able to track down that demon."

Merlin turned around and went into the room to find a box, and found a handwritten invoice to him, "This is the address of the hotel I stayed in back then. If he didn't move, you can find him in this small town, or his grave."

Mu Ke took the crumpled invoice, "Massachusetts, Newdiland, have you ever been to the United States?" He always thought that Merlin only liked to stay on this island formerly known as Albion.

"I heard that traces of dragons were found there, so I went to have a look," Merlin sighed, the movement made by this young face has a strange sense of time passing, "It's still a subspecies, not a real dragon. .”

Mu Ke got up to bid farewell to Merlin and Arthur. Arthur had been sitting by the side without saying a word. Perhaps it was the thousand years in Lake Avalon that made him calmer, or maybe it was because he had accepted magic but did not understand it. world.

"Do you want to use my fireplace?" Merlin just asked, then suddenly remembered, "Oh, you Eastern wizards don't need to Apparate."

Mu Ke smiled politely. It was a good thing for him that Arthur didn't open his mouth to join the conversation. Mu Ke could talk to Merlin as an old friend, but his attitude towards how to deal with a lover who had been waiting for a thousand years for an old friend made him feel tricky.This doesn't mean that such emotions are difficult for Mu Ke to understand, but that Mu Ke's study of this course is not even an introduction, and he has just completed half of the preview task.

He has lived for a long time, but most of the time is nothingness. Perhaps only his sword has been with him for more than a thousand years. That sword is now firmly inserted in the eighteenth floor of the underworld. The majestic power can shock No. The ghost on the 18th floor.Mu Ke remembered it, but he didn't miss it. He didn't have the desire to keep the sword with him.

Mu Ke doesn't think it's a lack of emotion, but there are very few objects that he can be emotionally invested in. At least, he is thinking about Will who works in Quantico's laboratory.He let the thoughts in his mind teleport with him to Massachusetts.

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"Dean, don't worry, look at this layer of soil." Sam stopped Dean's shovel.

Dean stood the shovel on the ground, folded his arms on the triangular shovel handle, rested his chin on his arms, and watched his younger brother inspect the soil under his feet with a flashlight.Dean took advantage of the time when Sam was playing with the clods, and took a look at the entire cemetery at the beginning of the film, ha, just like all the cemeteries dug by the Winchester brothers, "quiet" and "peaceful", occasionally a gust of wind blows, the wind There might be an earthy smell in it, but that's okay.

The first half of the case they found this time was like grabbing a piece of dough from a map and pressing it into the model of the ordinary cases made in the past, and then putting it in the oven—digging a grave and burning the bones— You'll get a plate of cookies.

"Somebody dug up this grave recently." Sam stood up and looked at Dean.

Dean raised two eyebrows at the same time, waved his palm casually and wanted to say something, but before that, he turned his head and took a serious look at the entire cemetery, "Tomb robber or another witcher, you choose which one?"

"Alva Gordon has no money. We saw his only daughter this morning, and he has no money."

"Okay, if it's another witcher, he's probably a rookie. Gordon's wraith is still killing people." Dean lifted the shovel up and weighed it, holding the middle of the wooden pole, "We still have to Dig again and get to work, Sammygirl."

The case this time is still the record of bizarre events that Sam found in the newspaper. There were several strange murders in Newdiland Town. The victim was stabbed in the heart by a fork, strangled to death by the strings of a harp, or It was making-love while stuffing your face in a basin of foam and drowning - Sam testified Dean let out a sigh as he read this.The same point in several cases is that the victim's body has extensive frostbite.

If it's just the former, then the two demon hunters will think it's the witch's spell, but with the latter, they also need to consider the freezing point brought by the wraith.It is not difficult to find the connection between the victims. Pretending to be an FBI agent to visit the family members of the victims is basically a standard for witcher investigations. The victims have all had a relationship with Alva Gordon’s daughter Dinah Gordon. conflict.

Sam and Dean went to meet Dinah, a kind, lonely, blind old widow who had no children, her husband was dead, but she was still kind and loved by the neighborhood children.Dean guessed that the father had seen his daughter suffer after his death, and that the wraith's anger also drove him to kill those who bullied her daughter.

The only question is why Mr. Gordon didn't come back until 20 years after his death. Judging from the surgeries that Dean and Sam found on Dinah's medical insurance records, her husband was alive. He is an alcoholic who loves domestic violence.He died years ago though, choking on his own vomit.

Sam and Dean also found EMF signals (electromagnetic field signals) in the room where Alva lived. Apparently, the ghost of Mr. Gordon came back to protect his daughter.

All you need to do is burn Alva's bones to kill the ghosts, which is what witchers always do.The Winchester brothers can be called professional grave-diggers. See, it won't be long before the two brothers have lifted the lid of Alva Gordon's coffin.

"Ahem." Sam waved the dust in front of him, and after seeing the contents of the coffin, he showed the same helpless expression as Dean.

"Who would buy a cemetery and only put a suit in the coffin?" Dean threw the shovel out of the pit, but he didn't rush to climb up, because of the professional ethics of a witcher, he took a few extra glances at the pit. It took a lot of effort to dig out the coffin, "Wait, Sam."

Dean bent down to look at the padded white cloth on the shoulder of the suit. There was a circular mark on the cloth. Dean drew the size according to the circle, "This looks like an urn...he is Cremated."

Most corpses will not leave ghosts in the world after cremation. This is also the way hunters choose to be buried after death. However, it is not uncommon for ghosts to remain after cremation. They can attach to things they used during their lifetime. or certain body parts that were not cremated with the body, teeth, hair, that sort of thing.

"Perhaps it wasn't a witcher who dug up Gordon's grave before us and took the ashes," Sam guessed.

"This idea is terrible." Dean said, crawled out of the pit again, poured the prepared gasoline into the coffin, and lit the fire.This suit was also something the deceased had touched during his lifetime, and it was burned to be safe.

On the way back to the motel, their radio picked up a message from the police channel that another dead man had died of alcohol poisoning while drinking by the burning fireplace. The hair burned to the face, and half of the face was scorched.But he also had extensive frostbite on his body.

The plan to go back to the hotel room to open a beer fell through. Dean turned the steering wheel and drove the impala to Dinah Gordon's house. Although knocking on a widow's door in the middle of the night sounds a bit embarrassing, they must burn Gordon as soon as possible. Deng's relics.

When Sam and Dean walked to the door of Dinah's house, Sam knocked on the white door. Dean looked at the door that Sam knocked and then opened by himself. After a creaking sound, the dark hallway opened. appear in front of your eyes.

Dean glanced back at the still, unshakable Chlorophytum, and there was no wind on the porch. "Have you unlocked any new skills? Knock and open the door?"

"I don't," said Sam, "the door isn't locked."

"Who doesn't lock the door at night..."

The two brothers suddenly looked at each other, what a pity!No one will not lock the door, but someone will open the door!

Sam checked the living room and the kitchen with a short-barreled Bacal shotgun loaded with salt bombs, and turned his head to meet Dean who was guarding the stairs. "There is no one on the first floor."

Dean nodded, and the two walked up the stairs cautiously. When they reached the corner, there was a hoarse shout from upstairs. Na's room.

The door was ajar, Dinah's shouts overflowed through the gap, and together with the piercing cold, Dean kicked the door open and fired two shots at the shadow standing in the room.

clang-clang-

The two salt bombs missed him. The black shadow's hand was originally facing Dinah's direction, causing Dinah to be pressed against the wall by an invisible force. She was still in her pajamas, struggling desperately.The salt bombs distracted him, and with a flip of his wrist, it seemed that a force knocked the two salt bombs away.

The vibration of Sam's eardrums told him: two salt bombs hit the window frame, and the other smashed a porcelain pot on the ground. The powder and debris in the pot splashed on the ground together. He was reminded by hearing Turning my head and looking over there, whatever color the splattered powder had been, in the dark it looked like a blob of a shade a little lighter than the floor.

But this shadow had a shape, and Sam stared at the strange shape of the powder, trying to find something from memory to match it.

After Dean saw the black shadow distracted, Dinah fell from the wall to the ground, pinching her neck and coughing continuously.This kind of power is like a demon. Dean saw the eyes flashing through the black mist, and without hesitation, he took out the holy water he carried with him and rushed to the black shadow and splashed it on it.

Mu Ke never expected that the human in front of him could do the act of pouring tap water on the enemy's face, so his movements froze for a moment.

Dean didn't hear the screams and burning sounds of the expected demon after touching the holy water, only the sound of ticking water seemed extremely embarrassing in the silent night.

"Aren't you a demon?" Dean grinned dryly.

Mu Ke wiped some tap water on his hair.