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Man, there were quite a few contemporary artists in the house, but a portrait on the mantel caught Sam's attention.It was a boy, about teens, very handsome.He has full cheeks, pure eyes, wearing a classical style riding outfit, leaning on the handrail with a whip in his hand, as if he met the painter when he was about to go out, and showed a shy smile to the painter.

"This painting is very special." Sam said to Mr. Li's cousin: "The paintings in this room are all modern, which shows that they like this style, but this painting is a classical oil painting, which can be said to be in harmony with This room is so out of place, why would they hang such a painting here?"

"I can answer this question for you. This painting was sold at a charity auction related to African children a while ago. They thought it would be great if they could have a son like the boy in the painting, so they took this picture A painting. They didn’t intend to keep the painting here forever, but they haven’t had time to find a suitable location.”

"Has this painting been dated? It looks new." Sam studied the frame.

"I remember that it was a work of George IV, but the frame was added later."

"As expected of a rich man." Dean commented, he had finished searching the interior of the house, and found no trace of witchcraft such as a spell bag.

Sam looked at the painting, and the more he looked at it, the more vivid the people in the painting became. He couldn't help marveling at the artist's brushwork. Before leaving with Dean, he turned his head to look at the painting again.

"Like that painting?" Dean said back in the car.

"I think the drawing is pretty good." Sam gave Dean a surprise look. Generally, Dean is not very sensitive to such trivial matters.

"If you like it, you can take a look at the auction. As long as it's not too expensive, you can buy it. It's just that there doesn't seem to be a place to hang it after you buy it." Dean took it for granted and started the car.

"Dean, that's an antique. You probably can't buy it without tens of thousands of dollars." Sam said to Dean with a smile.

"These rich people always like to spend a lot of money on this kind of thing, and they might run into a perverted killer." Dean muttered.

Sam listened to Dean's words and frowned at him.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Dean asked distractedly while driving.

"Do you remember? We came across a painting before, and the little girl in it would come out of the painting and kill people."

"True, but aging people? Can a painting have such magic?"

"That's right, why didn't the person who held this painting before suffer such a fate? Maybe there are other reasons?" Sam thought for a while and gave up this idea.

On the third night of staying in Minot, Dean received a call: "Is it Detective Jackson? We found another strange death here, which is similar to the situation of the Lee couple a few days ago. You want to Come over and take a look? The dead man is Norman, who lives in the fifth block."

Sam and Dean arrived at the scene, and the portrait of the boy was hanging prominently in the dead man's living room.

"This can't be called a coincidence, can it?" Dean said, looking at the painting.

Sam carefully removed the portrait from the wall and pried off the frame. On the back of the painting, in the lower right corner, Sam saw a cursive signature: Narcissus.

"What's this? I've never heard of a painter with this name, but the name sounds familiar. It has nothing to do with painting..." Sam frowned and tilted his head to study.

Dean went to see the dead man still lying on the bed.Similar to the previous Li and his wife, the deceased also looked shriveled and thin, as if all the vitality had flowed out of her body.

"What was her original age?" Dean asked the local police.

"58 years old." The policeman flipped through the small book and said, "Even if it takes another 20 years, she shouldn't look like this. When the neighbors saw her yesterday afternoon, she was no different from usual." He As he said that, he handed Dean an evidence bag, and there was a photo in it. The person on it looked very young, and he didn't feel that he was over 50 years old. The date in the lower right corner was last year's Christmas.

"She still looks very happy, with a relaxed expression, and she shouldn't have suffered any pain." Dean looked at the body, and two policemen carried her away.

"Maybe it's because the process is very fast. If the hourly worker didn't find out, she lived alone, and no one would know about her death." The policeman shivered, nodded to Dean, and took the collection The evidence left.

Sam restored the painting as much as possible, and hung it back to its original place. The policeman in charge of the scene took a look at him, saw that the painting had returned to its original place, and said nothing more.

Sam approached Dean and said softly, "We'll take it tonight before it falls into the wrong hands."

Narcissus

After returning to the hotel, Sam kept checking information on the computer.was retrieved, there is no painter with the same name, but this name exists in ancient Greek mythology.He was a handsome man who eventually became a daffodil because he fell in love with his reflection in the water.

Sam propped his chin in thought, completely wondering whether the painting was called by that name or the person in it.Moreover, Narcissus is just an ordinary human being in the mythology. Apart from his outstanding appearance, there is no deed at all that can make him occupy a place in the mythology. It can be seen that there should be no foreign gods playing tricks.

"I just called Marian, and she said that as far as she knows, there shouldn't be any Greek gods here." Dean walked over with his mobile phone: "Aren't you worried that this has something to do with Greek gods? I think Marian should Do you know better?"

The incarnation of the goddess of memory, Marianne, who was saved by the brothers before, restarted her life after changing the city.

"You still have her phone?" Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, and there was a little playfulness in the corners of his eyes.

"She still owes us a favor. A goddess' favor is rare, isn't it?" Dean ignored Sam's joking intentions and replied very confidently.

"Oh, of course." Sam laughed, so bright that Dean turned his head away and muttered vaguely to find a beer, and he didn't see the other side of his face. In an instant, Sam flattened his mouth childishly.

Dean stood at the window drinking beer, thinking about life after hell.Sam didn't once mention the souls he'd tortured, and Dean appreciated his thoughtfulness, but it didn't help him much either.Sometimes, Dean still thinks about the torment of those souls in hell.Alastair was a strict, observant man, he never showed his violent tendencies, but judging from his enjoyment of torturing people, he was a very cruel man.He likes to watch the fear, disgust and helplessness of his prey, and it is the same for Dean.

He had extremely high demands on Dean, and he needed Dean to torture those souls creatively. If he didn't devote himself from his heart, he couldn't satisfy Alastair's request.So in the beginning, Sam suffered a little extra because of this.As Dean gradually reached Alastair's high standards, it became increasingly difficult for him to look Sam in the eye—whether it was because he avoided loving him, or because he was afraid of Sam's possible dislike or dislike for him. fear.During that time, Dean often had some thoughts in his mind, imagining how to hurt Alastair, and first applied these thoughts to some of his experimental subjects. He began to feel that he had gradually become his own People who don't know each other, he has no confidence in himself, if he meets another demon, if he does such a thing again, will he slip into a deeper abyss.So he has been avoiding contact with demons, but Dean also knows in his heart that such days will not be too long, and sooner or later he will return to the hunter's life.

Dean was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't hear Sam calling him several times. He didn't turn his head to look at him until Sam came over and took the wine bottle from Dean's hand. To Sam.

"So you didn't hear a word I said just now?" Sam said helplessly.

"Oh, I was wondering what to eat tonight. What did you say?" Dean turned nonchalantly.

"I said, we need to go to Norman's house to get a portrait tonight, but we can't go through the normal process, so," Sam glanced at Dean: "If you think, uh, the state is not so good, I can take a people go."

"What are you talking about, of course I want to go together."

"In addition, I found out the origin of the painting. It was mentioned in the auction news that the Narcissus was found in the basement of an abandoned orphanage. Knowing who the owner is, the frame of the painting was broken when it was found, but the painting itself was well preserved, so it was put in the auction.”

"Good job!" Dean rolled his eyes and smiled, patting Sam on the shoulder.

At night, Sam and Dean got into Norman's house, which had only been cordoned off, but to their surprise, the picture frame became empty and the boy disappeared.

"What do we need to do?" Sam looked at Dean.

"Generally speaking, this kind of cursed painting can be burned directly, but he is not in the painting, if he can be like Bloody Ma