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Chapter 25

So I don't know.But it feels suspicious doesn't it? "

"Did you find out who bought it?"

"A female movie fan of Marlon Brando, an entertainment reporter by profession."

"Wow, there's not that much local entertainment, is there? Does she carry the razor around anyway?"

Sam spread his hands in reply.

"There is another thing I want you to know. I met that demon girl in the library. Her name is Ruby. She wants to cooperate with us."

"Cooperation? How does she want to cooperate? You didn't agree to her, did you?" Dean immediately became vigilant when he heard the news, like a cat with fried fur.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Of course I can't just agree to cooperate with her. What if she wants to gain our trust and betray us?"

"That's right! That's it!" Dean stretched out a finger to strengthen his tone: "As hunters, we are absolutely! Absolutely! You can't trust demons."

Sam felt a little uncomfortable, as if his judgment had been questioned, and a little rebellious psychology emerged, but he did have a force in his heart telling himself: Dean's judgment is correct, the devil is not trusted.

But he still just twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't agree with Dean's statement.Fortunately, Dean didn't get too entangled in this matter, and his brother just didn't object, which was enough to satisfy him.But speaking of it, it seems that Sam hasn't challenged his authority for a while. Even last time, he thought there would be a big fight over Ruby's matter, but Sam finally obeyed his opinion inexplicably.

Thinking of this, Dean took a few extra glances at Sam, who was digging into his sandwich, not sure if he was happy or not.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked, putting down the food in his hand.

"Well, nothing special." Dean hurriedly withdrew his gaze: "There are almost no witnesses. I went to ask the police about the investigation results. They said that there was only one victim who was killed while jogging in the park, and there was one witness. But he saw it from a distance, and actually saw nothing. He didn't see anyone, only the dead man fell to the ground. At first he thought the dead man had fallen, but he didn't see it after a few minutes She got up, and worried that she was suffering from a disease, so she ran over to have a look - no one passed by during the whole process. And I hoped to have a look at the surveillance of the only store where the victim was photographed, but the boss was not there , the clerk refuses to make decisions without authorization - it is simply superfluous dedication."

"Then let's go check the monitoring together tomorrow, and then try to find a way to find that reporter. Maybe we can find some traces related to that ghost there."

"No problem." Dean said indifferently, picking up the last burrito.

"Dean!" Sam called, his voice mixed with unbelievable annoyance.

"Huh?" Dean took a big bite of the burrito and looked at Sam.

"That's my burrito!"

furry little problem

The next day, the two came to the fast food restaurant. The fast food restaurant was located on the edge of a forest. Most of the customers who came here were couples or sportsmen who came to have a drink.The incident occurred very close to the fast food restaurant, and the place where the deceased fell could be seen from the window.But Sam and Dean have the bad luck to find a few men in FBI uniforms busy inside and out.They immediately turned and walked towards the forest, leaving the scene before the FBI noticed.

"What to do? Looks like we'll have to go to the reporter first," Sam said.

But maybe bad luck always comes in pairs. When we arrived at the newspaper office, the beautiful front desk lady who was in charge of reception said politely: "Christina left for New York last night on a business trip, and she won't be back until about a week later."

Sam and Dean looked at each other helplessly: There is no way, the clues that can be investigated cannot be continued for various reasons.

"Let's go to the park that the forensic doctor mentioned before. It's almost evening. Maybe that ghost, or whatever, won't appear until night." Sam suggested.

"Okay, let's go."

In the park in the city, the setting sun is still reluctant to take back the last ray of light. Two handsome men in shirts and trousers seem to be walking leisurely side by side on the path, breathing the fresh air. Sometimes I bent over to brush the overgrown weeds by the roadside, and sometimes I bowed my head and got together to communicate.From time to time, there are joggers passing by, looking back to enjoy this pleasing scene.But in fact, what they discussed was far from this pleasant environment.

"According to the testimony of eyewitnesses, this should be the place where the incident happened." Sam fiddled with the electromagnetic detector in his hand that didn't respond.

"But if it's that ghost, there seems to be no way to explain this." Dean propped one hand on a big tree, and at the height of his head, there was a white mark, as if he had been cut by a sharp knife.It still looks fresh and won't be produced for too long.Dean turned off the trail, and in the depths of the woods he found more notched trees, some of which looked like tools for sharpening wild animals' claws.

"Even if a ghost can kill by possessing a razor, why would he want to chop down a tree? Maybe we still have some missing clues to investigate."

Back at the fast food restaurant, the owner looked haggard, as if he had been questioned repeatedly by the FBI before, and he was exhausted, because when he saw Sam and Dean dressed up, he jumped up like a frightened rabbit and said nervously : "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"We need you to answer a few questions." Dean said: "Did anything special happen on the night of the incident? For example, it suddenly became cold and the electronic products were disturbed."

"No, nothing, as usual. And there was no one in the store at the time. I was watching a baseball game, so I didn't pay attention to the movement outside the window."

"We still need to confirm the surveillance video again." Sam said.

"But haven't you checked repeatedly during the day? And the video in my store really proved that I didn't have enough time to kill people." It seems that the owner of the store has been suspected as a suspect.

"Relax, we don't suspect you, we just care about the content of the video."

"Speaking of which, are you there during the day? Can I see your ID?" The shopkeeper asked suspiciously as soon as he was relieved.

"We were investigating the surrounding environment during the day, and now we need to combine the video to confirm the extent of the damage at the scene." Sam took out his ID and flashed it, staring at the owner with the most sincere eyes and said.

"Okay. You know, it's not my fault for destroying the scene. I just ran over to see what happened. The rest were destroyed by those doctors..." the shopkeeper babbled to defend himself, with Sam and Dean came to the monitoring room.

The useful part of the video was very short. They saw a man walking past the far end of the camera, as if he had lost something, looking back from time to time, and quickly walked out of the surveillance range.Then the shop owner said that the man was never recorded again, at least the police didn't find out.

Sam stared at the monitor with his chin propped up. Hearing what the shopkeeper said, he just smiled politely and said, "Can we watch it again in slow motion?" After he walked by, there were some black spots flying over here, which didn't look like noise."

Dean leaned over, frowned and looked at the screen: "Well, it seems like this."

The video started to play in slow speed again, and this time, the man's expression could also be seen, he seemed a little impatient and panicked, as if something was following him, making him a little scared.And at the end of the video, some small black dots can indeed be seen flying in a parabolic trajectory.

Sam was silent for a while, then said, "Is that probably blood?"

Dean nodded, pressed Sam's shoulder, and said, "You rewind the video a little bit, and the speed is slower. I seem to have seen something just now. A small black thing flashed past."

Sam reversed the video frame by frame. Sure enough, at the place where the man turned his head, a black object about the size of a rabbit or a puppy was recorded. This object almost flew past the camera—at least one person’s high.The surveillance video is not clear enough, and the speed of the thing is too fast, so I can't see its appearance clearly.After Sam freezes the frame again, he zooms in on the image, and the black shadow looks more like a small animal, with two bright light spots on it, like eyes, and a long shadow behind it, It should be the tail.But if the video was played at normal speed, it was just like a shadow cast by something blown by the wind. No wonder the police and FBI didn't notice it.

The shopkeeper was silent for a long time after seeing it, and then murmured, "God, what the hell is that?"

"That's a good question," Dean said.

Sam and Dean took the enlarged picture to a university in the city and found a professor of biology.

"I am very happy to help the work of national public officials." The professor looked down at the picture and said, "But even zoology experts may not be able to judge what kind of animal it is from such a blurred image."

"You can speculate, it's okay, we won't mention this in the official report." Sam