The black Chevrolet sedan was speeding down the interstate, and Dean, a young man with short hair, was driving the car lazily in sunglasses, and in the passenger seat, his handsome younger brother Sam was intently flipping through a notebook.

"Hey Sam, it's not good to read in the sun, have you forgotten what the old man told us more than ten years ago."

Dean yawned and spoke lazily, a little speechless.

Sam didn't lift his head, and for him, the things in his hands were obviously much better looking than his brother's rugged side face.

"If you had read your father's diary carefully, you wouldn't have fallen into the embarrassing situation you are in now, and it's not just about remembering monsters."

"Of course I do.." Dean pouted, "The old man also wrote down the number of the blue hotline on it, and I spent a lot of money on this."

“...”

Sam found that he and his brother had as little in common as ever.

Just as the atmosphere was about to continue to be silent, the car suddenly braked suddenly, and the strong inertia caused Sam to pounce on his notebook.

"Oh, what are you doing? It's a highway."

Sam screamed in displeasure.

Dean ignored him, but got out of the car, staring in a daze and running briskly in one direction.

"What's wrong?"

Sam notices that something is wrong with his brother and follows him, and soon, he learns the reason for Dean's erratic behavior.

An obese man knelt on the ground, his back to the two of them and did not move, and the two walked over, and the "buzz" startled a large swarm of entrenched green-headed flies.

Dean had already walked to the front of the man, his brow furrowed, and his face was very solemn.

Sam followed suit, and finally saw the man's appearance clearly: he was on his knees, his body slightly bent forward, his mouth open to an extremely exaggerated degree, filled with a large pile of dirt, gravel, sand and other messes, and his bloody hands held a pile of dirt, making a gesture of wanting to stuff it in his mouth, and there was a small pit dozens of centimeters deep in front of him, which was completely cut by hand.

The man is actually not fat, and the reason why he looks bloated is because his belly is particularly large, and it is uneven, like a balloon that will be burst at any time, and it is full of mud and stones.

The man looked like a man who had been hungry for a long time and threw himself frantically on the bread, but his eyes were full of despair, pain, and fear.

His body was out of his control, and he was held alive by stones.

An extremely horrific way to die.

Sam's back couldn't help but stir up a cold sweat.

"It's him... He's been here before.." Dean said in a deep voice: "The people of Devil's Pot Town are also dying in this way, supporting death... This demon is even more terrifying than we imagined.."

Sam's face was solemn, he thought for a moment, reached out and groped around the dead man, and pulled out a bunch of bits and pieces from his pocket, a wallet, a lighter, and a few papers...

"A jeep with license plate number XXX.." Sam looked at the driving license in his hand and said, "The devil drove his car, and we finally have a rough goal."

Dean replied casually, "It doesn't mean much.."

Sam was noncommittal and asked, "Can your Chevrolet catch up with the Jeep?"

Dean glanced at him, "What do you think?"

"When I didn't say .."

...

At night, on the dark and cold road, a jeep drove forward unhurriedly.

Carlo sat in his seat, intently looking at the large pile of CDs in his hand, and he was considering which one to choose to accompany him through this lonely night.

The steering wheel of the jeep is empty, no one controls it, but it still drives very smoothly, if this scene is seen by others, it will definitely cry out to hell, but now, at midnight, I'm afraid only ghosts can see it..

Carlo chose a CD, an album by a rock band called "Blue Clam Shell", and it looked very good, and he was about to change it with a satisfied look on his face, when suddenly the car radio made a sizzling sound, and the display lights flickered brightly and dimly, as if there was some interference.

Carlo looked up and saw a woman in a white dress standing on the side of the road in front of her, quietly staring at Carlo with an eerie and cold taste.

Carlo couldn't help but smile and put the CD down casually, something more interesting was coming.

The jeep slowly stopped in front of the woman, and Carlo poked his head out, "Hey, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The cool breeze of the night blew the woman's white dress and hair, she was not bad-looking, and the large exposed skin and deep furrows under her neck had a different kind of alluring smell in the dark.

The woman was dressed in a white dress fluttering slightly in the wind, her eyes were lonely and sultry, and she said quietly: "Take me home.."

"OK!" Carlo nodded briskly, opened the car door, and beckoned to the woman with a smile, "Come, come on."

...

The black Chevrolet let out a low "cough" and tried to keep its "eyes" open and run fast in the dark.

"I said, can you slow down? Safety first." Sam couldn't help but protest.

"Trust my skills, Sam.." Dean made a cool face, "Besides, that's what you said, catch up with that jeep."

Sam pursed his lips and didn't speak, and after a while he couldn't help but speak: "My father's diary says that a woman who was abused by her cheating husband and lost her mind, killed her own children and finally committed suicide by throwing herself into the river, and after her death, she turned into a highway ghost, specializing in seducing and killing single men who passed by... We should be careful, Dean... That's almost the place."

"Wow, this can also run into 'bad things.'" Dean couldn't help but whistle, "Did my father's notes say that the female ghost is beautiful, if she is beautiful, we will spare her once..." Oh yes, her husband wouldn't cheat if he was pretty.."

Sam was a little speechless about his brother's inconsistency.

"I mean, since I've passed through here and my father has made a mark in his notebook, we should have just expelled her, or someone will always be killed."

"Listen to you, boy with a sense of justice.." Dean smiled a little, then said, "But it's not certain if we can meet her tonight, don't forget the guy we're chasing... The female ghost may have been too scared to go out for a long time.."

Dean looked a little strange and muttered, "Are demons and ghosts in the same system?..

Sam reluctantly held his forehead...

The woman walked into the car lightly, leaned on the saddle, and slowly twisted her body, looking confused and strange.

The moment the woman came in, all the electric meters in the car were no longer functioning, it was dark and silent, only the sound of the engine roared.

As if unconscious, Carlo turned his head to look at the woman, his eyes wandering back and forth on the woman wantonly, without any concealment.

The woman noticed Carlo Chiguo's gaze and said faintly, "Aren't you going to send me home?"

"Of course.." While staring at the woman's breasts, Carlo replied casually, "I'm still on my way, and I don't have much time to spare."

The woman's eyes were sluggish, her expression became more and more weird, and her voice began to fluctuate: "Then why did you let me get in the car?"

Carlo raised his head, smiled brightly, showed his white teeth, and said coldly: "Didn't your mother tell you not to get into a single man's car in the middle of the night before you died?