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How about moving between paintings like Li? " Dean hesitated.

"In other words, we still need to find him."

Sam and Dean split up, with Sam upstairs and Dean searching downstairs.

Sam shined the flashlight on the dark corridor. When he pushed open the door of a bedroom, a figure stood in front of the window. The faint moonlight shone on him, and it seemed that his whole body was glowing. "This is a real person." This was Sam's first thought.As soon as he entered the bedroom, the door closed with a bang.Sam turned the handle hard, but the door was locked securely.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to chat with you. I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time." A gentle voice said, with a little boyish voice.

Sam looked at him dubiously, but gave up trying to wrestle with the door and instead held up the flashlight to shine on him.That was the boy in the painting, with his lips pursed delicately, looking at him dignifiedly, when the flashlight caught his eyes, he squinted his pretty eyes.

Sam didn't find the cold spots, and he didn't find the flickering lights that often occur when ghosts appear. This shows that it is not a ghost in front of him, and it also shows that the salt bombs he brought are completely useless.

"Who are you?" Sam asked tentatively.

"I am Narcissus, don't you already know?" The boy looked innocent.

"Are you the Narcissus who turned into a narcissus in Greek mythology?" Sam was surprised.

"God, I'm not." The boy laughed: "But the one who created me, like Narcissus, fell in love with his own appearance, and wanted to preserve his appearance in this way. In this painting , he will never grow old or die.”

"Pure painting cannot be separated from the activity of drawing paper."

"Maybe he did something else, I don't know, I just know that suddenly one day, I will be able to walk off the drawing paper."

"Where's the guy who drew you? What happened to him?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him since then." The boy tilted his head, no matter what action he did, it was done with a sense of innocence, which made it impossible for people to feel bad for him. "Don't talk about me, I can leave the drawing paper for a short time, what's your name? What do you do?"

Sam was unconsciously brought into the rhythm of the conversation by him, perhaps because his image was too harmless: "My name is Sam Winchester, and I'm a hunter."

"Hunter? Are they hunting rabbits, partridges, and wolves?" Narcissus asked naively, tossing his hair.

"No." Sam laughed. "We're dealing with evil ghosts, demons, monsters, things like that."

"Are you with that other guy? The one with short hair who's shorter than you."

"Uh, that's right." Sam glanced at the door unconsciously, and began to worry about Dean who was downstairs alone.

"You like him a lot, don't you?"

Unprepared for this question, Sam was taken aback for a moment before answering: "Uh, it's okay, although he's annoying a lot of the time."

"You're not very honest this time." Narcissus showed an inexplicable smile: "Maybe it's because I was created with my heart, so I can understand other people's thoughts. For example, you, you like that person very much , you're in love with him, but you haven't made up your mind yet about admitting it to yourself. Yes, because you're not quite sure if you love him that way. Of course, he has some bad things, But it's all trivial to you, no one is absolutely perfect." Narcissus' eyes flicked across Sam's face, and Sam felt that the whole person became transparent in front of him. , even a doppelganger or a demon cannot distinguish such delicate emotions.

"What kind of feelings does he have for you?" Narcissus casually picked up a mirror at hand, brushed his hand across the mirror, and the mirror became a small screen, on which Dean's figure was reflected , it seems that he hasn't noticed Sam's disappearance yet, standing by the window and talking on the phone.

Sam pursed his lips: "You just want to talk to me about this? I really hope you have something more useful in your mind." Sam suddenly hoped that he could shut up, because no matter what the conclusion was, Sam would I think I might not want to know that much: if Dean has just ordinary brotherly feelings for me, then it means that my feelings will never go anywhere; if Dean feels the same as me, well, I don’t know How to respond.From brother to lover, this distance is not so easy to bridge.

"You're really unfriendly." Narcissus pouted in disappointment, and put down the mirror in his hand: "I met you, I'm interested in you, and I sincerely hope that I can help you realize all your wishes."

"And then? At the cost of our lives?"

"I have never made such a request, not only to you, but to no one. I am just a painting, endowed with love in the process of production, but no one will really love me, I just want to see so that others can get love." The boy sat on the bed, hugged his legs, rested his head on his knees, showing a lonely expression.

Sam suddenly had a feeling that he was bullying children, but he reminded himself that the deaths of those people were definitely not accidental, and he must not trust this boy too much.

"Do you know how the owner of this house died?"

"I don't know, I didn't come out, I just listened to her talk to me for a while, she said that I was very much like someone she loved, and then she left the room, and I don't know what happened after that. "

"Narcissus, can you open the door to let Dean in too? I'll be worried if he can't find me," Sam said as casually as possible.

Narcissus smiled slyly: "Do you feel uneasy when he is not by your side?"

"It's not disturbing, but I'm used to him being by my side no matter what happens." Sam showed a shy expression.

"But I just want to talk to you. He doesn't understand my beauty. He looks at me like a potted flower or a bird. I have no life in his eyes, but you are different from him. You can understand to the purpose for which I was drawn."

"I can't say I understand painting," Sam said with a smile, spreading his hands.

"You will understand, look, you only need to hold my hand, and you will be able to see and understand everything." Narcissus held out his hand to Sam.Sam hesitated, then held out his hand too.Just before the two hands came into contact, Narcissus' face suddenly turned pale, and he withdrew his hand abruptly, gnashing his teeth and saying, "How dare he do this?!"

The door of the room flew open, and Narcissus disappeared from the room.Sam guessed that Dean had done something to make Narcissus react like this, and hurried downstairs.

In the living room downstairs, there was a glass plate on the floor, and the portrait of Narcissus was removed from the frame, and he himself was standing in the living room confronting Dean.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled seeing Sam, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, Dean, what do you want to do?"

"You suddenly disappeared into the house. I tried to burn the painting, but he popped up." Dean pointed to Narcissus with his thumb: "Where did you go?"

"He's talking to me about things you'll probably never understand, like love." Narcissus's expression became a little defiant, but he kept eyeing his portrait nervously.

Dean looked at Sam, and Sam made an innocent expression, but he didn't object because he didn't want to tell Dean what he had just talked about.

"I'm sorry that I don't understand your topic at all." Dean glanced at Narcissus, "But I have a solution to solve the problem once and for all." He said, he took out the lighter that he carried with him, and squatted down.

"Sam, I didn't hurt you, did I? I didn't do anything to them." Narcissus looked at Sam pleadingly.

"Dean, we really have no evidence that he is the murderer." Sam looked at Dean: "All of this may be a coincidence, at least I have nothing."

"No, it's not a coincidence." Dean said: "After you disappeared just now, I checked the painting carefully. The decorative pattern on the curtain in the background is actually a spell map. I also confirmed with Bobby, The function of this pattern is to bind the soul to this painting. So I boldly guess that you, the soul of the painter, was bound to the painting for some reason, and obtained other people’s love by selling so-called love. Life force, am I right?"

"You're right." After the initial panic, Narcissus calmed down: "I am the painter himself, this is my true face. I can't bear the possible aging that will take away my appearance, so I paint After reading this painting, I bound my soul to this painting with a method taught to me by a witch, so that I could keep my youth and beauty forever. But I did not absorb anyone's life force." Narciso Si looked sincere.

"Maybe what you said is true, maybe you were tricked by that witch, and she is getting life force through your portrait, because that's how these two patterns work, and they both have very evil power. When time slowly As time goes by, you will be eroded by this power, becoming more and more evil and uglier." Dean took out his mobile phone, which contained a photo of the painting during the auction.At that time, the boy still had a calm face, but now his face has become full of evil due to anger and distorted love for his own beauty.

Narcissus covered himself