[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

"I'm not afraid of that monster." James replied evasively.

"But you're scared, I can see that."

"I'm just worried about Bruce."

"Everything will be fine, by the way, is Bruce your grandpa?"

"...No, he and Clark are my adoptive fathers."

"Wow, that's hard to see, but honestly, it's kind of cool."

James suddenly laughed. He looked at Sam with sincere eyes, nodded seriously and replied, "You are the first to say that, but how do you say it? Yes, I think so too."

And all of a sudden, the two boys were chatting, at an age when sometimes friendship comes quickly and inexplicably.Although exhausted by the events of the day, James and Sam sat down and chatted.

Talk about James taking down the bullies at school, and Sam and Dean hunting demons.

"If I met a bully like that, I would beat him up too. I don't think it's your fault."

"I thought it was a big deal that I took down school bullies, I was supposed to be at the top of my class, but look at what happened tonight, look at you and Dean. I'm just an ignorant smug Little bastard. Time and time again, just panicked, hid behind grown-ups, got Bruce...to protect me..."

"At your age, you should really hide behind adults."

"You and Dean are not."

Sam was silent for a while, he looked a little depressed, and it took him a long time to say slowly: "That's because we were not treated as children, we were raised as soldiers from an early age, danger is everywhere, and Dean and I must always Get ready to fight back. I guess when the average kid tells their parents they’re scared of the monster under the bed, their daddy’s not going to give them a pistol and tell them to deal with it themselves.”

"But I need to be strong, Sam, and I can't lose Bruce and Clark," James said in frustration.

Sam blinked in shock, and couldn't help asking: "Are you sure? Are you sure the two of them need your protection? James, no man in a wheelchair can last so long under the full force of Mangruni's attack. There's that Mr. Clark... oh my god, the hairs on me and Dean stood on end when he walked in."

"No matter how good Bruce is, he's just a normal guy, and he's still in a wheelchair. No, I don't mean to belittle him, Bruce is smarter than everyone in this community put together, but he still gets hurt, like tonight Same! As for Clark, he's just a regular writer who mows lawns and makes cookies."

Sam opened his mouth, looked at the agitated little James, whose cheeks were flushed, and closed his mouth decisively and with interest.

A Pu who can only mow the lawn and make cookies!Pass!do!Home!

Are you kidding me?When the man with glasses walked into the room, it seemed that he and Dean could be crushed to death like ants with just one look. This is the aloof, indifferent and cold aura that only those with absolute power can have.

Even after Clark put away his fangs, Sam and Dean still didn't recover from the shadows, so they didn't dare to disobey Clark's request to invite them to eat milk cookies, and they didn't see Dean drinking milk. Is your face all wrinkled?

"Well, what do you want? What can you do?" Sam said seriously, "I don't think the way our father trained us is suitable for you, and your adoptive fathers would not agree to train you to be a Soldiers on the alert at all times."

"But karate doesn't work at all," James muttered.

"Dean and I are more about the experience accumulated in actual combat. Let me think about it, find a suitable opponent, or find a group of opponents? I remember that there are many punks on the street, and Dean sometimes fights with them. "

"Oh no, Bruce knew he'd strangle me."

"You told him you were policing the streets?"

"No, he will only think that I plan to be the leader of the gangsters in this area."

"..."

"Forget it, I'll figure it out on my own. Speaking of which, Sam, you and..." Before James finished speaking, he heard Dean's shout from the bathroom. The tone was drawn out, and it seemed a bit malicious and ridicule.

"Dear little Sanmi, I forgot to take my pants, please help me—"

Sam twitched the corners of his mouth and roared back angrily: "Come on, you didn't bring a change of pants at all, why didn't you put on today's pair? Don't tell me you threw it out of your reach went!"

"Of course not, Sanmi, my pants got wet, and after wearing them for so many days, don't you feel sick?" Still full of ridicule.

"Oh Dean!!!"

Dean laughed openly, and the laughter echoed double in the resonant bathroom.Sam looked into James' green eyes, flushed with shame on his face, his small chest heaved violently a few times, as if he would rush into the bathroom the next moment and kill his own brother in the water.

"I'm going to find a pair of pants, and you can bring them to Dean." Finally, James said in a muffled voice, trying to hold back the laughter in his voice.

The children had a good time because there was no pressure, but the atmosphere on the adults' side was dignified and even worried.

"You mean, that Mangruni is the mother of that child?" John confirmed again.

"Two years ago, there was a Layton couple living next door. The husband, Adam Layton, was an interior designer, and his wife, Lydia Layton, was a writer. Their adopted son was James. At that time, we had just moved into this community. Clarke and I weren't here when the Leytons happened. The serial killer murdered the Laytons. They were tortured before they died. They had their throats slit. The killer was discreet, and the bodies of the Laytons weren't there for three days. It was discovered, and when we came back, Clark smelled blood, knocked on the door and went in without answering, it was already too late." Bruce said in a steady and low voice.

"How do you know it's Lydia Layton?"

"At that time, if she had shifted her attack focus to Jim, I would have been distracted to protect Jim. The final result must be in her favor. Considering the wisdom of Mangruni when she escaped, she would not have thought of such an obvious strategy. However, She didn't intend to hurt Jim in any way. Besides...the way she looked at Jim, and the scar on her wrist." Bruce said these words without any emotional ups and downs, as if he was analyzing something calmly.

John nodded, he didn't want to ask that Mangruni was covered in blood and dirt, how did Bruce see her injury scar clearly.He believed in Bruce's judgment that this man was not simple, whether it was his calm attitude or ability to observe and analyze.And when John's eyes touched the same necklaces on Bruce and Clark, his pupils dilated slightly, as if he suddenly understood something.

"Mangruni are not easy to deal with. This kind of creature is very cunning, and it will gradually lose its humanity and become extremely cruel and bloodthirsty. But they are mutants of ghosts. Like all methods of dealing with ghosts, they are afraid of salt and iron tools. Just find the bones and sprinkle salt on them and burn them." John's surprise only lasted for a while, and he quickly focused on the business.

Bruce said briefly, "The bodies of the Laytons were cremated."

"That is, what relics of their DNA are nearby, which also need to be sprinkled with salt and burned."

This time Bruce thought for more than ten seconds, and replied: "Mrs. Layton knit a sweater coat for Jim, and it has been kept here. The rest of the relics were taken away by Layton's relatives. It was overhauled before, and all the old things left in it were cleaned out, but there may be fish that slipped through the net."

"Ghosts generally move with the relic, and their range of activities will not be very wide. This Mangruni has just mutated, and the relic should be nearby. Find the sweater and I'll search the next door." John made a decision immediately.

Clark pushed his glasses, frowned and said, "The White family next door still lives there."

John twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a formulaic expression with a half-smile, and then said: "Then I will tell them that there is a danger of gas leakage in this house, and the government staff strongly advise them to find another place to live tonight."

"Hunter." Bruce said indifferently.

Things didn't get better, they found the sweater, John drove the Whites away, and turned the old house inside and out, not letting go of every crack in the bricks.To be on the safe side, Clark also checked several times with a perspective eye.

They then burned any possible remains of the Leytons.

"Jim will die of grief. We burned the only thing his mother left him without even explaining to him in advance." Looking at the burning flames, Clark whispered.

Bruce pursed his lips, and sat in the wheelchair without saying a word, watching these old objects that carried the memories of a family burn to ashes.There was a "cracking" sound from the fire, echoing the dark sky above, everything was quiet.

"That's not right, Mangruni won't sit still." Nothing happened until the fire cooled down.John, who was fully armed, frowned and put down the pistol in his hand. His brows were tightly frowned, full of seriousness.

"Let's just say—" Bruce responded, "It's not a big deal to her to burn these things."

This is not good news to be celebrated. The existence of Mangruni is like a terrifying time bomb, and the shadows surround this community. No one wants to be neighbors with such a bloodthirsty monster.

The former dark knight tapped his finger on the wheelchair, and then he whispered: "Mangruni launched two attacks in total, the first time was to kill Pete White, and the second time was to kill me. And Pete White bullied and insulted me earlier. Jim, and then I punished Jim for their slapstick."

"Mangruni is protecting her child. Maybe she hasn't been a monster for a long time, so she still retains her motherhood. But I doubt how long humans can stay on her." John sighed.

"Mother's love is more than you can imagine." Bruce has seen with his own eyes what a mother can achieve in order to protect her child. It is simply a human miracle. Something will happen. The best way is to lure her out and use Jim as bait. I think you should have other ways to deal with Mangruni besides salting and burning, if not destroying her, at least Can trap her, Mr Winchester?"

"Ghosts rarely disappear by themselves. Part of the magic circle may be useful, but trapping her is not a cure for the symptoms."

"Now she must be stopped from continuing to kill."

"You're going to use a child as bait? It's dangerous. Mangruni doesn't care if it's her child when he's in a frenzy. Besides, the child is only her adopted son." John asked, not that he disapproved of using children. With the bait, after all, the hunter is forced to do anything, but he must admire Bruce's ruthlessness.

"Maybe you have a better way? Follow my plan, and I'll talk to Jim in person." Bruce said quietly.