[comprehensive] superior skills

Comparing with the information provided by Megan, Sam quickly flipped through the exorcism diary left by his father, "Meditating monsters, hustlers, cannibals, no, none of these."

"Could it be Rakshasa?"

Dean pointed to one of the pages of information and said: "It can be invisible, change shape, and only eat adults. But it must be invited to enter the room, so it often appears as a clown."

"A clown who showed up at the hotel?"

Sam shook his head, "Do you think such an obvious target will be ignored by others? If it's really Rakshasa, all the women in the room will die."

In this way, the two brothers studied the possible evil spirits in Room 143. Listening to all kinds of monsters and ghosts that have never been seen in legends, the four of Gideon suddenly felt that they were living together with the ghost of a serial killer. Dinner was nothing terrible either.

In particular, Reid, who has the most thirst for knowledge, secretly ran to the two, wanting to see the real images corresponding to those ghosts.

"Red!"

Morgan stopped him just in time, "Your wish will come true on Halloween."

How to escape Hodge's eyes after going back is enough to cause headaches. He doesn't want to watch a good federal agent become a witcher reserve because he is obsessed with the unknown.

The most important thing is that with the little doctor's physical ability, he has no chance of winning against violent criminals in his life. If he upgrades to a elusive evil spirit, the only way left is to die young.

"Well," Rhett said insincerely, unable to resist the silent condemnation of the three companions, "Actually, I'm not that curious."

He just wanted to know how it felt to profile a ghost compared to a human being.

This kind of thinking may be a bit strange, but God testified, he wanted to do it when he learned that there was another creature in this world.

"There are no similar monsters in John's notes."

Sam, who sought help to no avail, had to give up the possibility of finding answers from his father, "It seems that this notebook is incomplete, and we need to complete it during our future journeys."

"I don't think so."

Dean as usual refused any topic about questioning his father, "Maybe it was damaged and lost the most important part when it was detained by the police!"

In his heart, John is omnipotent, as long as he finds someone, all problems will be solved.

Seeing the familiar bickering mode again, Megan said quickly: "I think you can find the answer in a simpler way."

"Tell me?" Dean shrugged.

Seeing that everyone was sitting in the same boat, he decided to temporarily put aside the previous petty grievances.

Megan raised her watch and signaled: "There is still half an hour before the lunch break is over. How about bringing one of the women here for questioning?"

"They won't talk."

"I know the nature of these people," Gideon said.

Under the pressure of being charged with murder, many criminals never even tell the truth in their entire lives, even if the police have enough evidence.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Megan tapped the dial, "Maybe it only takes five minutes for us to know what happened in that room."

After taking the check-in information of the relevant personnel from Reid, Dean tidied up his collar proudly, "I'm the best at finding women, everyone, see you in five minutes!"

"Dean! You forgot your gun!" Sam yelled.

What answered him was his brother's handsome back and the closed door.

Seeing his uneasiness, Megan explained kindly: "Don't worry, the aborigines in the hotel are the best to deal with compared to that thing on the 14th floor."

As long as it is willing to stay in place honestly.

Thinking of those employees who were all carrying the secret of death in their hearts, she suddenly felt that such an arrangement was not bad.

The appointed time came soon, but Dean didn't keep everyone waiting.

When Sam rushed to open the door immediately after hearing the knock on the door, a tearful Dean came over pushing a cart for maids.

"Dean? Why did you become like this?" Sam asked in surprise.

At this time, Dean looked extremely embarrassed, not only had a few scratches on his handsome face, but even his eyes were red as if he had cried a lot.

"This crazy woman!"

Dean dragged the red-haired girl out of the cart, "I just wanted to buy her a drink, but she started attacking me without saying a few words, and even sprayed pepper water in my eyes!"

"Damn! No time to talk about this, I'm going to the bathroom!"

Could it be that the detectives had a relaxed smile on their faces when they saw such a distressed side of the supernatural demon hunter.

"He picked the wrong time."

Morgan, who also has experience in making friends, said: "Now is the suspect's most sensitive and vulnerable moment. Her nerves are tense, and she will react defensively at the slightest sign of trouble."

Al knelt down and felt for the woman's pulse, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to wake up in a short time."

Perhaps it was because the seduced object's attitude was too overbearing, and the man's hands were also merciless. When the person woke up, he might have a mild concussion.

"So what if she's sober?"

Gideon said not very optimistically: "Even in the face of formal inquiries, she will put all the blame on others and put herself in the most favorable position."

Moreover, supernatural events were involved, and what the interrogators finally got was an invalid and rather funny transcript.

"This state of slumber is more suitable for me."

Megan said to the little doctor who was still in a daze: "Can you help me move the chair here?"

Rhett found an armchair under the window, "Can you?"

Seeing her intentions, Morgan, who was the strongest, immediately carried the unconscious woman to the seat.

"Thank you."

Megan snapped her fingers next to the woman's ear, "Alyssa, tell me, what happened in Room 143 last night?"

Alisa's calm face suddenly became extremely distorted, and she screamed as if she was enduring severe pain: "Lilian!"

The sudden wailing made the detectives and the hunting brothers in the room jump in their hearts. They had a premonition that the truth of the matter would soon surface.

The woman caught in the horror hallucination was still screaming. If it wasn't for the hotel owner's special hobby that made him install soundproofing devices in every room, the movement in the room would have attracted the surrounding neighbors long ago.

"Blood! A rain of blood!"

Alisa's eyelids kept trembling, "It's all Zoe's fault! She attracted the devil!"

Because she couldn't stand the reappearance of the horrific scene in her mind, while she was describing what happened, her whole body convulsed like an epileptic, and even the corners of her mouth frothed.

"She's rolling her eyes."

Al stared at the woman who was really hard to sympathize with, "If you continue to forcibly hypnotize her, her consciousness will collapse."

Megan stood behind Alyssa, leaned into her ear and said, "Stop thinking about Lilian, tell us about Zoe, she is the mastermind, right?"

"It's Zooey, this vicious woman."

Alisa, who was covered in cold sweat, panted rapidly, "I overheard her secret. When summoning Bloody Mary, you must write the name of the sacrificer on the back of the mirror, but she didn't tell Lilian!"

Dean, who was recording new information in his notebook, stopped writing and made a surprised expression, "What a terrible jealousy!"

But he couldn't help but think in his heart, if those six women sacrificed the hateful witch to the evil spirit hidden in the mirror as originally imagined, what would happen now.

Maybe they'll hear another piece of good news when they get to the hotel.

"Dean!"

Really couldn't stand the unfriendly expression on his brother's face, Sam touched his shoulder, "The most important thing we should pay attention to now is how to eliminate this unknown devil, right?"

Once this kind of malicious curse that costs almost nothing is spread, it is no fun. In this world full of mirrors, everyone who has an enemy will be in the most dangerous situation.

"Well, yes."

The demon hunter who regained his gentlemanly attitude cleared his throat seriously, "Has Zoe ever mentioned the weakness of the evil spirit in the mirror?"

Dean thought his tone was sincere enough, but Alisa ignored his contact signal.

Megan glanced at the man who still had ridiculous red marks on his face with a half-smile, and said to the interrogated: "Do you know the answer?"

Alisa frowned, "Zoe didn't say it, but after the accident, she blocked all the mirrors in the room."

Gideon, who was helping to analyze the case, looked at the shadows reflected on the glass window, "I speculate that Zoe doesn't know how to get rid of the person hiding behind the mirror, otherwise she would never have made such a self-deceiving act."

But from Alisa's description, it is not difficult to see that the key to solving the problem lies in the mirror in Room 143, which is the source of all disasters.

"Since you have no doubts, the interrogation is over."

Megan snapped her fingers in the woman's ear again, "Thank you for your cooperation."

After hearing her words, Alisa stood up in a daze, and walked out of the room like sleepwalking.

Reid, who finally had the opportunity to speak, praised sincerely: "This skill is really good, and it can help the police solve a lot of troubles."

Those scumbags who used the victim's burial site to bargain with the prosecution suddenly popped up in his mind, and he slapped a big red cross on their heads by the way.

"Forget it, Rhett."

Morgan said slightly mockingly: "You should be able to imagine that if someone knows that someone has mastered an interrogation method that is more dangerous than Veritaserum, they will definitely be more disturbed than those serial killers."

At that time, let alone serving the government, the possibility of being humanely destroyed by a collective vote is more.

Megan, who seldom talks directly with the chocolate man, nodded with a smile, "So in order not to be the first alien to enjoy living body experiments, I'd better be a quiet psychic."

"Are you really an alien?" Dean asked suddenly.

Just now when he was reviewing his father's notes, he did not forget to investigate the evil witch once, but unfortunately he was also at a loss.

"Oh, God!"

Sam held his forehead helplessly and said, "Can you forget about this question for a while, even if it's only for a second!"

He really didn't understand why the old brother insisted on targeting Megan, when there were so many more destructive monsters waiting for them outside.

Under his brother's stare, Dean could only temporarily change his words, "Well, I'm just guessing."

The demon hunter who refused to admit defeat secretly thought in his heart that he would find out the details of that woman in the not-too-distant future.

"A piece of advice."

Megan raised her index finger, "Don't talk about any of this matter in front of the mirror, no one can guarantee that there will be something spying on you inside."

After getting the agent's promise, she turned to Wen's family again, "If you two still want to find out the whereabouts of your friend, tonight is the last chance, because the police will intervene in the investigation tomorrow morning. I know the producer very well, and he will definitely Take this opportunity to hype up this matter until everyone knows about it, and then you will have to deal with an endless stream of spirit explorers."

Everyone understood what she meant. The influx of people would not only bring death, but also allow the evil spirits to take the opportunity to take a long journey.

After all, who pays too much attention to a mirror in a suitcase until it's too late for people to notice something is wrong.

"Megan."

Sam opened the equipment box, "Silver bullets, holy water, and salt bombs. The weapons we have currently cannot predict whether they will cause fatal damage to that guy."

His expression was a little disturbed, and he was also considering whether such a request would be approved by the other party, "Can you go to the fourteenth floor with us? It's just after midnight. To be honest, I don't have any certainty in my heart."

Especially in the case of a very experienced hunter missing, instead of fighting alone, looking for nearby foreign aid is the most correct choice.

Although their identities were different, he had an intuition that Miss Psychic Medium was the only person who could get help in front of him.

"Sammy! Are you ignoring me?"

Dean roared like a lion whose territory had been offended: "Why would my younger brother abandon his own brother and turn to outsiders for help?!"

The most unacceptable thing is that the target he chooses is still his imaginary enemy!

"Because we are one! No distinction between each other!"

Sam looked at his brother intently, "I don't want to see you in trouble, understand?! You have to remember your responsibilities, at least until you find John!"

So don't waste your life worrying about these little things, the most important thing is to work hard to live with your loved ones.

After understanding the fragility and reluctance hidden in his eyes, Dean's anger disappeared like a balloon being poked.

On the other side of the room, Reid, who was trying to play the background panel, asked quietly: "Why do I feel that the relationship between them is a bit hard to describe."

"Some people just can't express themselves," Gideon replied.

He could see that the two brothers' hearts were filled with stones filled with all kinds of negative emotions, and it was hard to imagine that they could maintain such an optimistic and positive attitude towards life.

More people will automatically turn to the dark side of their hearts after enduring unresolvable pain and become others' nightmares.

From this point of view, the Winchester brothers are particularly admirable.

"Hey, stop your little tricks!"

Noticing the whispers of the agents, Dean muttered awkwardly: "Don't think I don't know what you are doing, it's not when you're in the detention room!"

He was willing to bow to the witch for his younger brother, but it didn't mean that even the little policeman could talk behind his back, even the higher-level FBI.

Unable to change the "Dean mode", Sam once again looked at the woman who was still in the mood to tease her pet, "Megan, are you willing to help us?"

Megan slightly raised the corners of her lips when she heard the words, "Of course, why not?"

She was also very curious about the appearance of the evil spirit that could make those six women commit suicide.

Early morning, witch hunt time.

After changing into a neat attire, Megan met the Wen brothers at the elevator entrance on the fourteenth floor.

"You don't have a weapon?"

Dean glanced at the little scabbard she'd pinned under her bomber jacket, which couldn't hide her splendor even in the dark of night. "What is this? The Sword of Damocles?"

The proud man ostentatiously opened his coat, revealing several long and short pistols hanging inside, "Do you need me to 'support' you?"

He admitted that he did it on purpose, for the little dissatisfaction hidden in his heart.

"no, thank you!"

Not intending to cooperate with the man's naive behavior, Megan replied unceremoniously: "I have already experienced their 'power'."

I believe that in the next expedition, reality will teach him what it means to judge things by appearances.

"Dean, come and help me!"

Sam, who was a step behind, pinned his feet to the elevator door and tried to move out the oversized full-length mirror that was as high as a person. "Do you want me to break it?"

"You think we're summoning a snow monster?"

Dean, barely showing half of his face, complained softly behind the mirror: "It's too big! I'm not even sure if it can be carried into the guest room!"

Sam lifted the frame and moved with difficulty, "Do you think I want this? There is only this mirror in the dressing room of the crew that can reflect the whole person!"

"Be gentle, please?"

Dean, who was almost beheaded by the metal decoration on the frame again, asked the woman who was watching coldly: "You just look at it like this? What about the agreed cooperation?"

Megan shook the key ring twirling around her finger, "I'll help open the door."

"Damn it! I knew I couldn't count on her!"

After finally standing the mirror at the door of the guest room, Dean rubbed the red mark on his neck, "Next time there is such a big guy, remember to hire a crane for me."

After listening carefully to the movement in the room, Megan tapped the wall lightly with the tip of her shoe, "Is giving you five minutes to rest enough?"

"unnecessary."

Sam checked his gear one last time. "I'd rather finish this job sooner."

He exhaled softly, "Open the door."

"You get what you say."

Turning half an arc in the keyhole, Megan pushed open the wooden door, revealing a dark room.

Dean and Sam immediately moved the full-length mirror in, and the partner who stayed in the corridor to watch the wind followed closely behind and locked the door.

Megan went to the window and opened the heavy curtains, "I think we need a little light urgently."

The silver-gray moonlight lightly sprinkled into the room, illuminating an inch of space beside the bed.

Although the transition from pure black to sub-gray does not help the sight much, it finally feels less oppressive.

Sam lit the lighter in his hand, looking for the most likely place where the hunter left traces.

He soon found some white powder at the door of the bathroom, "Dean, come here, there is some scattered salt here."

Apparently there was supposed to be a salt line here, but it was sabotaged for some reason.

Dean squatted down and rubbed the familiar small particles in his fingers, "No one would use salt in this way except hunters. Pratt wanted to seal something in with a salt thread and take the opportunity to destroy it, but unfortunately he failed .”

In other words, the disappearance of hunters may be more or less ominous.

Presumably Bobby already had an ominous premonition, so he told the two brothers to protect themselves first.

Sam was the first to get up and wipe the salt off his hands, "There's no time to mourn, let's get started!"

Dean nodded, and waved off the black cloth tied to the full-length mirror, "Look in the mirror, I'll go to the bathroom."

"Dean?"

Sam pulled him back. "We can be together, like we used to do."

"No, I insist."

Dean broke away his brother's clenched fingers, "You stay outside."

"Crack, snap, snap."

Megan, who was bathed in the moonlight, couldn't help clapping her hands and said: "What a touching brotherhood. Although I don't want to spoil the fun, have you forgotten something? For example, a woman who is also interested in seeing the evil spirit of death."

"With you?"

Dean shook his head, "Never, I don't want anyone holding me back."

"Then follow the principle of women first."

Megan walked slowly to the bathroom, "Or are you afraid of making a fool of yourself in front of me?"

"what!"

Dean smiled arrogantly and said, "Are you kidding? Do you know how many times the Winchester family has done cleaning work? I don't mind lending you John's notes!"

"What are you waiting for?"

Megan stood inside the door and tickled her fingers, "Let me see how brave the Wen family's men are!"

Her eyes were focused on Sam more often, perhaps it was not bad to brush up the favorability of the host before the two big figures came to visit.

"Did you hear?"

Dean looked at his brother angrily: "Now she is declaring war on me!"

Loading the bullet roughly, he patted Sam on the shoulder, "Wait for my good news."

He will definitely catch the evil spirit before the witch does it, and swear on the Wen family's honor.

Sam cast a grateful look at the contract object, and told his brother: "Be vigilant."

The small bathroom is only enough for two people who don't fit well to be separated by a palm width. After confirming that each other's upper body can appear in the mirror, Megan and Dean chanted the spell at the same time.

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

In the silent darkness, there were only two indistinct breathing sounds, and Dean could only see the shadow standing beside him from the corner of his vision.

His eyes were fixed on the mirror, but there was nothing there except two dark shadows.

There is an unclean smell unique to the sewer in the bathroom, coupled with the intermittent dripping sound of the faucet, it gives people the feeling that something may come out of the dark at any time.

This strange silence was too testing, and Dean had to try to communicate with the women around him in a more subtle way.

"How are you feeling?"

He quietly wrote in the other's palm: "Should we read it again?"

"No, don't make unnecessary movements."

Megan replied: "Don't you feel that it's cold here, the kind of cold air that comes out of your bones."

"When do you think that damn monster will come out?"

Dean then asked, "Are we just standing around like this?"

"It won't be long, so be patient."

After answering this sentence, Megan unilaterally cut off contact.

The fear of being handwritten in this environment is far greater than looking at the black shadow in the mirror, because you don't know when the fingertip sliding on the palm will change.

After standing quietly like this for about 10 minutes, when Sam outside the door also walked back and forth restlessly, Dean, who was exhausted of patience, finally made a movement without warning.

Gritting his pen between his teeth, his hand without a gun reached out to the old-fashioned hanging mirror nailed to the wall, intending to buckle it and write his name on it.

But Megan saw a white shadow sticking behind Dean when the mirror rotated.

It was a woman with blood all over her face. Her hands were softly resting on the man's shoulders, and they were slowly tightening.

"Shoot!"

Megan's warning was hasty, but the witcher's reflexes were quite sensitive, and Dean pulled the trigger almost the instant she spoke.

"boom!"

At the same time as the mirror cracked, a spring of blood flowed out from the cracked gap, rushing down like a waterfall.

Dean, who hurriedly jumped into the bathtub to hide, watched in horror as a piece of driftwood gushed out along the bloody water, "What the hell is that?"

Carefully stepping on the edge, Megan leaned forward holding the water pipe to distinguish, "It should be a corpse."

Because the victim's body was too swollen, it was difficult to identify the gender from the bloody hair alone.

"Dean, are you and Megan okay?" Sam shouted outside the door when he heard the gunshots.

"We're fine, don't come in!"

Dean stepped on the toilet seat and re-observed the water pattern in the corner, "The blood seems to be falling. Is this a hotel with self-cleaning ability?"

The shattered mirror has stopped gushing liquid, and even the hair floating around the corpse is slowly sticking to the torso. With the last drop of blood slowly flowing into the drain, there is only a prostrate dead man left on the tiles on the ground. .

Using the rolled paper at hand to brush away the sticky hair above the skull, Dean confirmed, "Gold, not Pratt."

No matter how long an Indian's braids are, it is impossible to change the color after death, unless the murderer has a special hobby.

"Then it can only be Lillian Smith."

Megan took out a pair of gloves from her pocket, "I hope you don't forget to wipe the mirror clean when you leave, otherwise the world will know the news that Killer Rose is back."

Or in a more bloody and violent way.

After lighting the bloody toilet paper and throwing it into the bathtub, Dean once again remembered the unhappiness between the two, "Who is all this thanks to?"

"Shh!"

Megan stopped touching the doorknob, "Don't you think the room is too quiet?"

After the surging blood stopped flowing, there should be another sound.

Her eyes widened suddenly, "Where's the sound of Sam's footsteps?"

"Sammy!"

Shouting his brother's name, Dean yanked open the bathroom door, but saw an extremely horrifying scene in an instant.

Sam, who was lying on his back in front of the mirror, was struggling desperately, his body convulsed rapidly due to lack of oxygen, and a pair of pale hands were strangling his neck, trying to drag him in.

"Sam!"

Dean rushed to his brother's side and yelled at the woman in white who was crouching in the mirror: "I am the one who summoned you, why did you hurt him!"

The woman raised her head, revealing two rotten sunken eye sockets.

"Bloody Mary!"

Megan slashed her wrist exposed in the mirror with a sword, "Drag Sam away!"

The sharpness of the sword was far beyond ordinary people's imagination, and it cut off the woman's arm with just one blow, and thick black blood flowed out from the mirror again.

"Do not!!!"

The howling evil spirit pressed its body tightly against the mirror, and wriggled out of the mirror bit by bit.

Her severed arms were thrown on both sides of her body, and she twisted her body strangely and rushed towards the three humans facing her.

With no time to take care of his brother who had just escaped from death, Dean fired several shots at the evil spirit, but it had no effect at all, even the holy water splashed on it had no effect.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Megan! Do whatever you want, just don't just sit and wait to die!"

The woman wiping the sword slowly said as if she had just been awakened: "Do you need me to 'support' you?"

"Yes, thank you very much!" Dean yelled, breaking down.

He swore that he would never fight against this witch again. When it comes to holding grudges, women are always better.

"Well, for the sake of the contract."

Megan smiled, and lightly threw a piece of talisman onto the face of the evil spirit who was close at hand, "Rest in peace, Mary, everything is over."

The woman with a terrifying face only let out a wail from the depths of her soul, and was melted into ashes by the flames bursting out of her body in the next second.

The full-length mirror by the wall also shattered into powder in an instant with the disappearance of the woman, leaving only an empty frame.

Dean, who had escaped the catastrophe, leaned against the closet panting heavily, and Sam next to him was still in the same posture as before. He turned his head slightly and looked at the small pile of black ash on the ground, "Hey, it seems that there is something in it .”

His throat had just been severely injured, and he was still a little hoarse.

The exhausted Dean glanced lazily, "I'm not in the mood to care about a relic of an evil spirit right now."

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

Megan walked over gently, and pushed away the ashes in the eyes of the two brothers, revealing a skull knife stained with blood.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: I'm sorry, Brother Indian. =, =

The skull knife is set here as a sacrificial object and will not be destroyed by evil spirits.

In addition, there are various versions of the spell in the heroine's hand, and the one that eliminates Bloody Mary is obviously an enhanced version.

Cute, cute~~