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Will you take me to see it? "

"Okay." Susan immediately stood up, as if eager to leave the dull living room, leaving only Dean and Tim staring at each other.

"So, you guys are sent by the government? Is it 'X-Files'?" Tim bit his nails and spoke suddenly.

"Eh? No, no, but you can think that our work is similar in nature, specializing in investigating more special incidents."

"Then you are Maud?"

"What?" Dean couldn't keep up with Tim's train of thought.

"FBI special agent, responsible for the investigation of supernatural events, your companion is Scarlett's position, responsible for scientific forensics." Tim quickly said a long list.

"I know who they are. Well..." It seems Tim is a TV junkie, too addicted to engage in real life.Dean was a little helpless: "Actually, what you said is similar. We do allocate work like this."

"So have you ever met aliens?" When talking about interesting topics, Tim immediately became more talkative.

"No, no. Speaking of which, your mother must have given birth to you very early, right? You don't seem to have a big age gap."

"No, she was 28 when she gave birth to me, and I'm 22 now, so she's exactly 50 this year." Tim didn't get the answer he wanted, and he gnawed his fingernails again, and said listlessly.

"But she doesn't look like that at all!" Dean said, particularly shocked.Susan Ball doesn't look like she's 40 yet.

"God knows what she's done to keep that face, which means more to her than mine," Tim said darkly.

Dean stood up. "Can I walk around the house?"

"Please."

Dean went upstairs and opened a door on the left hand side.This is a bedroom with the curtains drawn, the light is very dim, and there are many strange posters in it, such as aliens, huge footprints, and hairy monsters.But from Dean's point of view, everything is fake!

There were a lot of inexplicable spell books and monster illustrated books in a mess on the table, and none of them were genuine. There was only one corner that was not affected by this pile of junk. On it was a photo of a woman hugging a little boy, laughing. very happy.The woman vaguely resembles Susan Ball, but is much more ordinary-looking than she is now.

"Witch? Possessed by a demon? Traded by a demon?" Dean rubbed his forehead. These options seemed to remind him of something, but the thought was fleeting and he couldn't grasp it at all.

Looking around the other rooms upstairs, I found nothing. The hostess's room was also very clean. There was no spell bag, no strange altar, and of course no sulfur.Dean mentally crossed out the witch option.

When they came to the study, Sam and Susan Ball had already left the room and came to the yard.It can be seen that the Ball family has a very comfortable garden, that is to say, manicured lawn, white umbrellas and rocking chairs, a hoop and basketball in the corner.But it doesn't feel like anyone really appreciates or uses it—the umbrellas are closed, the basketballs are deflated.

Dean asked Sam with his eyes if he found anything, and Sam shook his head slightly.They walked to the fence wall together. There was indeed a hole under it, which could allow a medium-sized dog to pass through. Sam pushed the bushes around the surrounding bushes and looked carefully: "No dog hair or anything like that, no recent Traces of animal activity, whatever killed Pohl, shouldn't have come in through this hole."

"There is nothing suspicious upstairs, no spell bag, not a witch, no brimstone, not like a demon, do you think... it could be a hellhound?" Dean hesitated and said, he was inexplicably surprised by this word. Feeling a little scared.This is not common, and this is not the first time they have encountered Cerberus.

"Then we may need to look at the corpse, although we may not be able to conclude, after all, it has been a while, maybe it is a werewolf? But this has nothing to do with the devil. Do you think a devil just passed by here? ?” Sam flipped through the small book in his hand: “Speaking of which, Mr. Pohl’s novels are best-selling, probably in the past 8 or 9 years.”

"Do you think Susan would know what happened to her husband?"

"You can ask." Sam walked towards Susan Ball, who was standing by the rocking chair in a daze, and came back soon: "She doesn't know about her husband's writing. Although he has been writing novels for many years, but It didn’t sell well until about ten years ago, when he changed his agent and suddenly became famous. Cerberus is more and more likely, isn’t it?”

"Does she have the contact information of her agent?"

"Yes, her name is Anne Cook, and she lives just two blocks away."

"Then let's go meet this Anne Cook first, and then go to the county forensic laboratory."

In the car, Dean said, "What do you think of Susan Ball?"

"How about what?" Sam was confused.

"Like looks, figure, blabla, things like that."

Sam frowned: "I didn't know you still liked this type."

Dean glanced at his younger brother helplessly: "I don't like it, I just want to ask your opinion."

"Uh, very beautiful? I can't tell that there is such an old son. Speaking of which, what did you talk about with Tim? Their mother and son don't seem to have a good relationship, and they don't look very similar. Is it a stepmother? Adoption?"

"No, she's 50 years old." Dean concentrated on driving.

"Huh? Cough!" Sam choked on his saliva, and Dean glanced at him proudly, very satisfied with the effect he saw.

"This family is so weird! What the hell have they done?" Sam gasped with difficulty.

"Perhaps the key to the problem lies in this Annie."

Anne Cook's House

"Why do you think Boll became popular after signing me? In fact, he is a writer with great potential, but not everyone can accept his writing style. It can also be said that we were lucky. Not long after signing, he His novel won a small award, which also played a role in stimulating subsequent publications, so his career was officially on the right track.”

"Why did you sign me? Because his previous agent suffered from ALS and couldn't continue to work as an agent. He recommended me to Boll, and we have similar views on novels. He thought it would be very pleasant to cooperate with me. , and then signed the contract."

"Why would the FBI be interested in how Ball became famous?"

"No, I don't know his wife well, but they should have a good relationship."

"His son? I've only met him once or twice, and I'm not familiar with it at all. I don't talk about family affairs with Pohl very much, so as not to spoil the feeling of writing."

"No problem, you can call me if you need anything, here is my business card."

Anne's interviews yielded nothing, and the agent was very strict and cautious.

"Maybe everything is just a coincidence?" Sam said, "Maybe there are no demons, and there are no hellhounds. Speaking of which, even if there are demons, how does Bobby judge that he must be related to Colt?"

"I think it's best to call Bobby and ask in detail." Dean said, "We can't do anything until Bobby has further information. This time we came too late."

Sam agrees with Dean, but no one answers Bobby's phone.

It was night, maybe because he thought too much about this case during the day, Sam had a strange dream: he dreamed that he was killed by a person who was also chosen by the yellow-eyed demon, and became In order to save himself, he saw with his own eyes that Dean made an agreement with the devil at the crossroads to exchange his life with his own.In just one year, he and Dean tried every means to crack the deal, but they never succeeded. In the end, Dean died at the mouth of the hellhound.

Sam sat up abruptly and found that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.The dream was too real and too strange, Sam thought, changing into dry clothes.It was impossible to sleep again. Sam walked out of the room, and it was still dark outside, but Sam knew that it would be dawn in half an hour, and it might be the first time in two years that he could enjoy the night peacefully.Sam searched for a vending machine for a can of coffee, trying to recall the dream as long as he could.The grief in that dream was too real, unlike the usual dreams when I sometimes dream of Jessica or my father, although it is also very painful, but there is a layer of frosted glass between the pain and the feeling is not so real, but this time , the grief really seemed to be suffocating, the feeling of holding Dean's body seemed to still remain in his hands.

deal with the devil

Early the next morning, Dean saw a Sam with dark circles under his eyes who was still staring at him, which made his hair stand on end.Dean checked his clothes several times and looked in the mirror several times to confirm that there was nothing strange about his appearance. to revenge.But in his memory, there shouldn't be anything Sam complained about.And Sam's eyes didn't mean to wait for him to be fooled, but a bit of a tangled expression that wanted to say something to him but didn't know how to say it.

"Forget it, think about this question later." Dean told himself in his heart: "Wait until the things here are over, and then ask when we are on the road."