"At present, the clues we have, summed up, there are only three left-"

Dean looked at the three,

"1. The founder of the church, Pastor Abraham, wanted to make some dangerous change and cure his terminal illness.

2. The witch creates dead skin after this

3——”

Dean paused, looked at the female psychic medium, and said in an accentuated tone, "Dead skin has some kind of connection with you. ”

Given such an obvious hint, the Tress swallowed their saliva, their eyes flashing with disbelief.

"Ms. Jesse, are you... Witch? ”

A touch of bitterness appeared at the corner of Jesse's mouth,

"I'm just a person who came out of an orphanage, I've been living an ordinary life, I don't know any witchcraft except for weird dreams, and the neighbors can testify for me."

Dean looked at her face, if she was a witch, there was no reason to help herself by revealing the news of the dead skin to herself in the first place.

"We have full trust in you. Next, we will wait for more news of 'Hartman' from the director's side to find her parents. ”

……

The four of them put down their papers and left the room.

"Mrs. Tobeka, take this kindness, take care of your children, and wish you a long life." Walking to the door, Dean left another two hundred dollars for the old lady with cats.

We then drove back to the hotel.

After a hard day's work, the two siblings soon fell into a deep sleep.

Dean pushed open the door of the guest room and found Ms. Jesse sitting on a bench in a thick sweater in the courtyard outside the hotel, staring at the dark night sky with a deep confusion in her eyes.

In the moonlight, her bloated back resembled a stone sculpture of a thinker.

"You haven't rested so late, and you're having nightmares again?"

Jesse asked, "You've already guessed it, right?" ”

"There was a witch in your ancestors." Dean sat beside her, calmly looking at her complicated face, "You have inherited her bloodline, so you can foresee the future in your dreams, see the past, and connect with the dead skin. ”

"My ancestors created such a monster that cursed the land of Bohao County and devoured hundreds of people?" Jesse covered her face with trembling hands, her moist eyes revealing deep guilt between her fingers, she couldn't believe that the dead skin that had tormented her for so many years and made her hate actually came from her ancestors.

"You don't need any apologies, you don't have any contact with them, you can't even remember their names." Dean said, "You're an individual. ”

"But I have their blood in my veins," Jesse shook his head, "and I deserve their sins." ”

"Aren't you making amends now? If you're against witches, you'll be on our side, right? ”

There was a dead silence in the air.

Jesse hesitated for a moment, looked at the moon in the sky, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice,

"I'm not interested in getting in touch with a witch who threw me into an orphanage, communicated with the devil, and killed innocent people."

"I'm going to destroy the dead skin and get rid of the torment of nightmares, at all costs."

Dean nodded heavily,

"Then we are still on the same front."

"By the way, I've always had a question for you, are you almost forty years old, have you ever encountered any other supernatural events in this amount of time, other than the anomalous events related to dead skin every 23 years? For example, meeting other superpowers, or monsters? ”

"Aren't you?" Jesse said,

"What about other than me? Think about it. ”

"Nope." Jesse shook his head with great certainty, "I live in a shabby RV, occasionally repair the lawn for my neighbors, do chores, earn some living expenses, and my days are peaceful and simple, and decades have passed. ”

Dean was deeply surprised when he heard this, "This is not in line with the law of supernatural convergence, normal superpowers have to go through an event at most every five years, and according to your age, you should have been exposed to ten events." ”

Jesse's face was full of question marks, "What is the Law of Supernatural Convergence?" ”

Dean hesitated for a moment and shook his head,

"Forget it, go back to sleep early, I have to go to the police station tomorrow."

……

The next morning, the sun was shining.

After breakfast, the four of them rushed to the police station, only to find that the surging crowd surrounded the police station.

"Hey, guys, come over here."

A bald-headed black police officer pulled the four Dean into a clean corner and handed them a piece of paper, "This is the information that Director Tubbs asked the brothers to investigate, but please forgive me, the disappearance and assault case have too bad an impact for him to pull away." ”

"Understandable, I wish you all the best..."Dean glanced at the addresses on the piece of paper, turned to leave with the group.

"Jeffrey Hartman, 52 West Sixth Street... Simon Hartman, 24 North 5th Street... Maggie Hartman, 108 Blue Shield Street, where to start? ”

Jesse thought a little and concluded, "North 5th Street... Closest. ”

"Let's go!"

……

After spending the morning visiting the families of Jeffrey Hartman and Simon Hartman, the four of them ruled out the possibility that they were related to Jesse.

Afternoon.

The four of them drove an hour to the third home, 108 Blue Shield Street, where Maggie Hartman lived.

It's in the middle of nowhere, and it's empty for miles.

The weeds in the yard grew to knee height, and the trees on both sides were so thick that rabbits could be seen poking their heads out of their burrows.

The two-story wooden house in the center of the courtyard has been exposed to too much wind and rain and has not been maintained, the exterior walls have become gray and moss, and a lot of leaves and other garbage have accumulated on the roof.

Dean opened God's perspective and swept around the room.

The owner of the house was obviously far away, and there was no one in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom, and black dust cloth was pulled on the bed, sofa, and table.

Poorly furnished, with white walls on all sides, and no frills.

Bang bang bang ...

Jesse stepped up the stairs and couldn't wait to knock on the door on the first floor,

"Hello, is anyone home?"

"Anyone?"

"Don't knock, there's no one in the house." Dean walked to the door and reached out and touched the wooden door gently.

With a crisp sound, the door automatically pushed back to reveal the dark hallway and staircase leading to the second floor.

"Cool buddy, how did you do that?" Daley peeked through the door and groped around the door to turn on the light switch, but found nothing.

"It's just a little magic." Dean walked into the room first, his shoes on the floor, and the thick dust floated into the air, making people unconsciously wave his hand and fan his nose for a while.

"Aren't we breaking into the law like this?" Cui Shi's eyes looked around, it was dark, the temperature in the room was noticeably a few degrees lower than outside, and the air was extremely dull, with a smell of wood rotting that made it difficult to breathe.

"Be flexible, no one will see what the law is?" Dean retorted skillfully, and looked up again, the house had no electric lights on the ceiling, and the dining room tables were covered with delicate candlesticks.

Dean went as the villagers went, took out a candlestick and lit it, and each person distributed one.

The light in the room brightened. Under the candlelight, everyone found that the female psychic medium looked in a trance, and her dark eyes seemed to be staring at the rift of time and space.

"What's wrong, Jesse, what's wrong?"

"I'm a little familiar with this place, I've been here before, I seem to have lived here for a long time."

"That proves we've come to the right place, maybe you lived here as a kid." Dean clapped his hands, "Look separately, I'll check the basement, you guys search the first and second floors, be careful, don't touch anything unusual if you find anything, call me immediately!" ”

“OK！”

……

Dean pushed the door through the entrance near the kitchen and entered the basement, and a cursory sweep of God's perspective eliminated suspicions,

Close the door and take out the divination set from the fantasy space, the candlestick is placed on the ground, the Ouija board is placed between the knees, the palm of the hand is cut, and the call begins,

"The good spirits and the evil spirits that hover in this house, please listen to my words."

"If you have any outstanding wishes, please appear before me... Let us know you exist... I will make amends for you. ”……

Five minutes later, Dean, who had received no response, gathered his gear in disappointment and got up.

"There are no ghosts in the basement."

Dean went back to the first floor to hold the summoning ceremony, and accompanied Trish to look for it, but he couldn't find special props related to witches, such as crystal balls, wands, bone knives, grinding, etc., and there were no so-called demon marks or mysterious symbols on the walls, carpets, and furniture skins, not even a single hair.

But he noticed another anomaly, not only was there no electric light in the house, but there was also no microwave oven, television, tape recorder, and landline telephone.

"Could Maggie Hartman, who used to live in this house, be a primitive?" Cui Shi's slender fingers rubbed his small chin, and he couldn't hide his curiosity to look at Dean, "Without any electrical appliances, normal people can't survive at all." ”

"This is also one of the characteristics of the existence of witches." Dean analyzed with a serious face, "As far as I know, all electrical appliances emit electromagnetic radiation that is invisible to the naked eye, which will interfere with the process of witches casting spells, so they demand an absolutely simple and close to natural living environment. ”

Cui Shi looked at his serious expression, smiled, and reached out and knocked on the chest muscles under the sweatshirt opposite, "I've seen from the book that there are many witches who live in tree hollows in the forest with bare butts, seducing men who have strayed into the forest, are they trying to get close to nature?" ”

"There's not even a mirror in the whole house, and they must be in shape before they go out, or they will scare the men away." Dean reciprocated, reaching out and brushing Tresch's blonde hair, his fingers lightly touching the fair skin of the side of her face.

Well, she changed into a sports vest and a white shirt today, revealing a vibrant little waist and slender calves.

"Ahem, excuse me." Daley poked his head out of the guardrail on the second floor and smiled apologetically, "Come to the second floor, Ms. Jesse has found an important clue!" ”

Trish raised her middle finger at her brother.

……

Second floor.

In an empty bedroom,

The four sat on a board bed and looked at a black-and-white photograph by a candlestick.

In the photo, a woman stands on the lawn outside the house, wearing a black long-sleeved lace skirt and a black lace veil hat, covering most of her face, so that she can't see her face clearly.

But she has a plump figure and exudes a mature charm after the fermentation of time, and she stands there quietly to attract everyone's attention, like a bride in a black wedding dress at a wedding banquet.

"This woman has the same body as you, a bit like a young version of you." Daley muttered as he looked at the Medium.

"She's Maggie Hartman." Jesse tapped his finger on the woman in the photo, his tone determined.

"Your mother?" Dean's gaze swirled over the photo and Jesse's face, and there was indeed a hint of similarity.

Jesse's eyes flashed with confusion, "I'm not sure if she's my mother, aunt, or any other relative?" But she was important to me. ”

"Is she a witch then?"

"I don't remember, guys, let me stay in my room quietly for a while, maybe I can remember some memories from my childhood?" Jesse held the picture and looked at the three of them pleadingly.

"Okay. Pay attention to safety, if there is any situation, call us immediately. Dean called the Twins out of the room and continued to search the attic, observing Jesse from time to time with God's eyes.

……

Jesse stared at the photo, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and an uncontrollable sleepiness welled up in his heart, while a familiar and unfamiliar female voice echoed in his ears:

Imagine a flash of fire drifting over you, then falling to the ground, moving deeper into the darkness... Take a deep breath, then follow the firelight, slowly open the door, walk out, and see the truth—

Call... Suck...

Jesse blinked his eyes, shuddered, and woke up from a deep sleep, and when he turned his head, the candlesticks around him were still burning quietly, but the sky outside the curtain was completely dark.

What is the situation, from sleeping in the afternoon to night?

"Dean, Trace, Daley, are you there?" Jesse shouted a few times, and for two minutes there was silence in the air, and there was no response, and she began to panic, got up with the candlestick, and pushed open the bedroom door.

A fishy wind blows in the face.

She froze.

Outside the gate was not the darkened second-floor hallway as you might expect.

Rather, it is an ancient, primitive cave, with uneven limestone walls, the roof of the cave recessed inward in the dark, and stalactites of varying lengths hanging down like the teeth of giant beasts.

In the center of the cave, a bonfire illuminates a layer of scalp-tingling white bones on the ground, and human ribs, thigh bones, and some of them are covered with unshaved flesh and blood, and the number is so large that it covers the ground.

At the end of the bones stood a huge statue of sandstone: a winged humanoid creature with a face-hugging arthropod, a mouth full of steel needle-like teeth, and a skin of gray-black armor.

Extremely powerful and hideous.

In front of the statue, there stood a dark-skinned woman with her back to Jesse, her plump figure exposed to the air, vaguely similar to the woman in the black dress in the photo, and the light of the campfire jumped on her back to outline a large tattoo of some bright red paint on her back skin.

Several large black-haired rats stood at her feet, shaking their heads like pets.

Opposite her knelt a thin man, dressed in a black robe, white tie, and white cufflinks, with a sickly flush on his cheeks, covering his mouth and coughing in pain, and when he spread his fingers, a bright red mass lay in his palm.

The woman nodded, and dropped a fruit with a strange shape, and the mouse chirped and sent the fruit to the man.

"Abraham Moreau, are you ready, you will take my place and serve my lord forever."

The man ate the fruit.

Out of nowhere, a dense drum beat came from the cave, which seemed to hit Jesse's heart, making her face red, her eyes bloodshot, and her heartbeat and breathing became unconsciously short.

But she didn't feel the slightest rejection or discomfort, but a long-lost hearty feeling, as if she was born to dance to the sound of this drum.

The woman with her back to her felt her thoughts, shaking her hands and feet as sensitively as an ape, chanting obscure incantations in her mouth, and dancing grotesquely with her bones.

Several rats circled between her feet with their paws raised, as if they were dancing for her.

The drums are beating faster and faster,

The man screamed and lay on the ground, arching his back and spasming, the skin on his face blistered and festered as if it had melted in the heat, revealing scarlet muscles and white bones, elbows, knees, spine, branches of overgrown bones all over his body pierced the skin and grew and folded.

Bang bang bang ...

The man's wriggling body flew eerily into the air, slowly spinning around the statue.

The woman shouted:

"Nasre, who sleeps in the abyss... The great Nasre... Fear for you..."

"Nasre... Serve on the left and right... Immortal with you..."

The wind was raging in the cave, the bonfire was swaying, the ceiling was shaking off pieces of broken stone, and the rats straightened up and trembled twice, as if they could not bear the majestic magic in the air, and their little bodies blew up like balloons, and then crackled and exploded into minced flesh.

The space cracked like a shattered mirror, and wisps of black mist poured out of the cracks, quickly condensing a huge and evil black shadow on the walls of the cave - a huge head, with its chin pressed against the ground and the top of its head reaching the ceiling, taking up most of the space.

The head opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue and curled around the wailing man in mid-air, pulling him back into his mouth and chewing on it.

The woman who had been chanting the incantation was prostrate on the ground and convulsed, and Jesse couldn't help but feel a heart-wrenching pain when she saw this, as if the old wound on her body had been healed again, and she stared at the prostrate woman again, trying to see the other party's face clearly.

Finally, the woman turned her head to meet her eyes.

Two identical faces were reflected in the pupils.

Sorry this one has changed a large part of it.

(End of chapter)