"Right in front .."

Sam raised his head and spoke, "There have been six cases of single men mysteriously missing this month, and the police have found hundreds of corpse fragments in the grass and rivers near the highway, barely enough to put together the bodies of three and a half adult men."

"Tsk.." Dean exclaimed, "This chick has such a strong temperament."

"Be careful.." Sam told him, "Maybe she'll be waiting for us at the next intersection."

Dean chuckled, "Then I can't wait."

The mountain road at midnight was faintly misty, even if the headlights were turned on, the visibility was not high, and the speed of the black Chevrolet gradually slowed down, and it seemed that it was about to get out of this haunted section, but the rumored woman in white still did not appear.

"It seems that people look down on us... How's that, Sam, going to her?" Dean said casually, and as he spoke, two figures suddenly popped out of the road with the lights on.

Dean slammed the brakes hard, and the two looked closely.

I saw that five or six meters in front of the car, two children with pale skin and gloomy faces were looking straight at them.

There are two children, one older and one younger, and the older little girl is holding the boy's hand, and the feet of both are empty, and the identity is obvious.

"It's the two children of a female ghost.." Sam said.

Dean muttered, "What do they want to do? Solicit for Mommy?.."

Sam glared at him angrily.

At this moment, the two children stretched out their hands and pointed straight in one direction, then looked at them, then looked in the direction of their fingers, and suddenly disappeared.

"What does that mean?" Sam frowned, and began to dig through his notebook.

"What do we do now?" Dean couldn't help but ask.

"Wait a minute, I'll see if my father left us a hint.."

Sam replied casually, but the car roared and started to start.

"Didn't I say wait a while?" Sam cried out dissatisfied, and when he turned his head, he saw Dean looking at him helplessly, "I know, but the car moved on its own."

The steering wheel of the Chevrolet sedan spun on its own, and the car sprang out at a rapid pace.

"I guess they want to take us somewhere?"

Dean thought for a moment.

Sam glanced at him and replied coldly, "Maybe it's taking us to jump into the river."

Dean was startled, the car was getting faster and faster, the trees on either side were rapidly falling backwards, and he slammed on the brakes, but it didn't work.

"Oh shit.." Dean scolded in a low voice, "That's why I've never liked children... They don't know how to take care of other people's feelings."

Sam's face also became solemn, holding his notebook in one hand and putting the other on the doorknob, and replied, "Get ready to jump out of the car."

"Hell, we're going to be in the hospital."

"That's better than being sent straight to the morgue."

Dean gritted his teeth, his face a little hideous, and he was obviously ready to jump out of the car.

However, things were not as bad as they thought, and after a brisk drive for some distance, the speed gradually slowed down, and the scene in front of them became clearer and clearer.

A dilapidated log cabin appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is their home when they were alive.." Sam muttered.

Dean muttered, "Are you inviting us to overtake them?"

When the car finally stopped, Dean and Sam surveyed their surroundings and cautiously got out of the car.

The white shadow flashed, and the two children appeared in front of them again, holding hands and turning their backs to them, looking back at them, and then walking forward.

Dean and Sam looked at each other and followed with a composed.

The ghosts of the two children never disappeared, pushing open the dilapidated door, and the dust that had accumulated for years was pouring down and cobwebs were everywhere.

Dean pulled out his flashlight and carefully surveyed everything around him, when the two children were already standing on the stairs, staring at them closely.

"They want us to go up.."

Sam frowned.

Now that they had already walked here, the two of them dared to go upstairs.

The old wooden staircase creaked as if it was going to collapse at any moment, and I finally made it up to the second floor.

Suddenly, a terrible cry came from a room.

Listen to the voice, it's a woman.

Dean handed his brother the flashlight, pulled out the short gun pinned to his waist, and then nodded, signaling that it was ready, and the two took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The light of the flashlight illuminates everything in the room, and the crying stops abruptly.

The figures of the two brothers suddenly froze in place, and they looked at each other with indescribably strange expressions.

In front of them, a woman in white with messy hair and tattered clothes curled up in the corner of the room, trembling, her face was indescribably frightened and desolate.

That's like a woman from a good family who has just been raped...

New York, a chaotic, violent, bustling, extravagant city.

The dusty jeep stopped on the side of the road, and Carlo got out of the car, looking very good.

On the side of the road is a fast-food restaurant with a big "M" sign, and Carlo walks in and carefully looks at every poster printed on the wall, as if reminiscing about something.

But soon, he walked up to the counter.

"What do you need? The waitress girl in red and white stripes asked, and the girl was plain-looking, with a pale yellow freckles on her face, but her blonde hair was quite beautiful.

Carlo smiled politely at her and replied, "Give me a burger, a small fries, and a Coke." ”

"Okay. ”

The thing quickly came up, and Carlo took it casually and turned to leave.

"Ah, sir.." The freckled girl hurriedly stopped him, "You haven't paid yet."

"Oh yes.. I almost forgot.." Carlo looked back apologetically and threw something in front of the girl.

"See that jeep parked outside?.. Now it's yours .." Carlo raised the hamburger fries in his hand and said with a smile, "These should be enough."

With that, he strode away.

The girl took the car keys, was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she hurriedly chased out, but there was no one in sight.

Carlo bites the hamburger in his hand, and he eats it meticulously and even elegantly, like a gentleman sitting in a high-end Western restaurant sipping steak and red wine, rather than a homeless man standing at the corner of the street and swallowing a hamburger.

After eating the hamburger in his hand, he picked up the fries one by one and threw them into his mouth, his eyes were indifferent and his expression was lazy.

"Hey, buddy.." A young man in a black sweatshirt walked up to him quickly and said mysteriously, "Do you want to have a good time?"

He pulled out a few small plastic bags from his pockets, containing clumps of fine, shriveled leaves.

Carlo glanced at him and said lightly, "Do you know Hot Johnny?"