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I didn't really want to answer this question, and finally the little girl said, "Harry was still there just now. He said he was going to the bathroom, but he didn't come back."

"Maybe she left with some new little bitch." One of them said in a sour tone, everyone glanced at her together, she shrank her neck and closed her mouth.

"Speaking of which, do any of you have a photo of Harry?" Dean asked, pretending not to hear it.Almost everyone lowered their heads and started touching their phones, and then pointed the phone screen at Dean.

Dean glanced at the nearest cell phone. Harry was a handsome young man with a very different outfit. He seemed to be very popular among girls.

Dean took out his phone, snapped a photo of Harry, smiled at them, and squeezed his way towards the back door.

Dean first went to the bathroom next to the door to look around, but there was no one who looked like Harry.At the back door, a cool air mixed with snowflakes blew over, forming a stark contrast with the warm indoor environment.Dean went out and saw a man dressed as Santa Claus carrying a huge package. He turned around and saw Dean, and ran away as if the package on his shoulders was nothing.

Dean immediately chased after him. Santa Claus didn't seem to have a car, but ran forward quickly.Dean chased for two streets in one breath, before being blocked by a passing car and lost the chase.

When Dean returned to the motel, Sam was sitting at the desk typing on the computer. When he saw him come in, he raised his eyebrows: "Did you find anything?"

"It seems that Harry is also missing. I saw a Santa Claus at the back door of the bar where he appeared. He ran as fast as a reindeer, but he hardly left any footprints. He was carrying a big bag. I doubt it was Harry. Lee, after that I went back to his house to check, but he didn't come home."

"Then Harry is in danger," Sam said, turning the computer screen to Dean. "Looks like we've encountered an evil Santa Claus."

Dean got himself a bottle of beer, and Sam pushed him a box of fried chicken, before explaining to him: "After the legend of Santa Claus in Europe, there was the legend of evil Santa Claus, although it seems It's like a story about scaring bad kids. It is said that the evil Santa Claus will come down at Christmas time, grab bad kids, eat their livers, and the only thing that can kill him is a beech wood picket. It looks very In line with the situation we encountered, the ones who were taken away were all bad kids."

"But I lost him, we have to find a way to find him, otherwise by this time tomorrow, we will find Harry's body." Dean took a sip of his wine viciously.

"Which direction are you chasing him?"

"Go west."

Sam spread out the map of Henderson City and drew on the map with his finger: "West... West... Dean, look, there is an abandoned place called Hayden Farm on the west side of the city. You said Santa Claus likes What kind of house?"

"How do I know? Probably an igloo, since he lives in the North Pole."

"It should have a chimney, right? Because he wants to climb down the chimney to give gifts to the children." Sam put down the map: "It can be reached in this direction by foot, and it is not easy to be found. I think a house with a chimney is also This is the only place left, and besides, I found a grass stalk on Garcia's coat, the only place with grass stalks this season should be the farm, right?"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Dean grabbed his coat and walked out.

Sam and Dean drove to Haydn's Farm. As expected, it was also unexpected. It was pitch black, and there was no sign of human activity at all.Dean cautiously took out the small lock pick and unlocked the door.The room wasn't particularly messy, but there was a musty smell in the air, dust everywhere, and it was very cold.Sam and Dean searched the room from room to room, and finally at the door of the basement, they saw a glimmer of light.Sam and Dean looked at each other, Dean nodded and opened the door gently.

The lights were on in the basement, and it looked like the only place that had been touched up.Dean looked in and saw no trace of the evil Santa Claus, but there was a person paralyzed in the corner.

Dean and Sam went into the basement one after another. After searching inside and finding that there was indeed no one else, Sam helped the man up and found that he was Harry Brown.Sam patted his face and saw that Harry was in a coma. He checked again and found no injuries on Harry.Perhaps some drug or spell has taken hold of Evil Santa?

Sam lifted Harry up, and Dean was responsible for opening the way ahead. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard the sound of the door opening.Sam hurriedly stuffed Harry into the gap under the stairs, and Dean took out the prepared beech stakes and stood sideways beside the stairs.

There was almost no sound of footsteps, but a figure in red clothes and boots could be seen coming down the stairs, as if he had sensed something, he stood under the stairs and looked around.Dean stabbed at Santa Claus with a wooden stake. Although the evil Santa Claus looked very old, he was very powerful. He grabbed the beech stake with one hand, and Dean could no longer move. Push, and Dean fell backwards, out of his hands on the stake.

At this time, Santa Claus growled and spoke, and his voice was no different from that of an old man: "Sneaked into other people's houses, you bad boy, it seems that I have to teach you good manners!"

Dean struggled to get up, Santa Claus took a step forward, his tall body was very oppressive, but he just exposed his back in front of Sam.Sam gripped the beech stake and thrust it hard into the vest of Evil Santa.The evil Santa Claus let out a scream, red smoke came out of his body, and quickly disappeared.

It was almost dawn and the snow had stopped by the time Sam and Dean took Harry to the hospital.Dean rubbed his sore shoulders: "To be honest, I don't think we are suitable for Christmas. It happens almost every time."

"At least you got your wish to meet Santa Claus."

"Man, I'd rather never have this wish come true. Next time I'll definitely make a simpler wish: like a piece of pie."

When the two returned to the motel, Dean threw his head on the pillow, but felt something hit him, lifted the pillow, and there was a box underneath.Dean looked in the direction of the bathroom. Sam was taking a shower. Dean opened the box. Inside was his favorite band's album and a piece of his favorite pie, but the pie was a little squashed.Dean looked at the box and smiled, took out a small box from his coat pocket, put it under Sam's pillow, sat on the bed and began to enjoy his pie.

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"Beast cannibalism incident on the [-]th, the heart of the deceased disappeared. It should be a werewolf, right? Is there anyone close to that in Maine?"

"Steve's gone over there."

"Ok, in the serial murder case in Pennsylvania, the deceased's internal organs were lost and the blood was drained. Could it be a vampire?"

"Dean, you are reading last month's newspaper. I have a follow-up report here. It was done by an illegal organ trafficking group." Sam threw the newspaper in his hand to Dean. The newspapers in the box were thrown aside together.

"Look at this, there was an eighth-grade boy in Phoenix who killed his adoptive parents and nearly strangled the police who came to stop him. Could it be demon possession?" Sam picked up another newspaper: " Bobby, have you found any records of the demons in the vicinity?"

"I don't have any records here, but it's possible that some low-level demons possessed it. Maybe I can let Arthur use his system to test again. In addition, I will see if there is any manpower over there, so I will go and have a look." Bao Bee picked up the phone and called Arthur.

"I also have one here. Several people in Rapid City, Iowa, suffered from amnesia at the same time. Some people suspect that it was caused by electromagnetic radiation. This is the result of advanced technology. Have any of you ever heard of a monster that eats people's memories? Is it?" Dean picked up another newspaper: "This is the last one I have here."

"I've never heard of it." Sam put the newspapers in a stack. "So are we going to Phoenix? Or Iowa?"

"Or don't go." Dean slumped on the chair: "Are we going to stay at Bobby's house to look for cases during the New Year's holiday? But I just want to go to Colt now." Saying this, Dean made a Aiming gesture.

"First of all, almost half a month has passed since the New Year, and secondly, I really wanted to find Colt, but those demons probably went back to hell for vacation, and we didn't have any clues. After that, they seemed to disappear. Sam spread his hands: "So before we have any clues, we have to do what we can."

At this time, Bobby ended the call and came over: "There is no abnormality found on Arthur's side, and there is no chain reaction. We think this is an isolated incident. It happened that Rufus was relatively close to that side, so we called him passed."

"So we have to go to Iowa?" Dean said disgustedly.

"It looks like this. Don't dislike this kind of work. People's memory is also an important part of life. If you don't look it up carefully, maybe you will cry and beg me for help." Bobby said with his hands on his back: " I re-maintained your car, do you want to go and have a look? It's exhausting my waist."

"Oh! Bobby, I love you so much!" Dean jumped up and ran out happily.

"I'm not at all happy to hear that." Bobby