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This holiday night, of course, is also a holiday home. "The doorman obviously wanted to chase them away. Sam saw the delicacies on his table, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to enjoy them.

"One last question, do you know the two missing children?" Dean didn't expect to get an answer because there were too many students in the school.

Unexpectedly, the doorman replied: "Yes, I know them, two mischievous children who caused me a lot of trouble."

"Can you tell me more about it?" Sam asked.

The doorman glanced at his desk regretfully: "Peter, that is, the boy, often bullies other children, often arrives late and leaves early for class, and has broken the glass of the classroom several times. Garcia, that girl, is a slut through and through. People—forgive me. Last month she just got into a fight with two girls at the school gate for stealing someone else's boyfriend, and it wasn't the first time."

"Do you think the two of them know each other?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen them talk."

"Then do they all have good friends?"

"Oh, yes. They are all troublemakers like them. Pete's good friend is Harry, who often acts with him and bullies others. Speaking of which, this Harry seems to know Garcia. Oh! Yes Now, he is the boyfriend of the client!"

"Thank you very much for your help. Do you have this Harry's address? We suspect that this is a revenge homicide. If Harry is not suspected, then he is in great danger."

"Oh, okay, okay. I'll check it out for you right away." The guard wrote Harry's address on a note and handed it to Dean.Dean smiled at him: "Thank you for your support of the FBI's work, and I wish you a Merry Christmas."

The doorman waved his hand with an expression of "I've said all I need to say, you go quickly".

"So we're dealing with some kind of monster pretending to be Santa Claus? Who likes to eat human livers?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

"It should be, but to be on the safe side, we should go and see the body. Oh, it's snowing!"

"Yeah, whiteChristmas." Sam looked up, and sure enough, the snow had already started to fall while they were asking the guard.

"We can't sit in a warm room eating pie and watching TV in this weather, but we have to run around to find a monster who doesn't know where it is hiding." Dean complained half-truthfully.

"And I don't think even a forensic doctor can work in this day and age."

"So what do we do? Wait for the Christmas holidays to end?"

"Maybe we can go around the alley where the incident happened, which is not far from here, and then go to Harry's house to have a look, maybe we can find something."

Dean and Sam chose to walk instead of driving. The snow had already accumulated a thin layer on the ground, and it creaked when they stepped on it.Neither Dean nor Sam spoke, but the tacit atmosphere made them both very comfortable.I don’t know where Christmas carols came from, and the surrounding houses were all lit up, making the road bright even without street lights. You can imagine that under those lights, there are countless families reunited, eating Christmas dinner, and interacting with each other. Give a gift.

"But I'm also with my family, the only family," Dean thought, glancing at Sam.Sam didn't know what he was thinking, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

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Coming to the alley where Garcia disappeared, Sam and Dean observed the surrounding environment while walking.This is a very narrow alley, and Sam and Dean can hardly walk side by side, and because it is between two tall buildings, there are almost no windows on this side, and of course there are no street lights, so the light is very dim.Sam, who was walking in front, first saw a black shadow, which looked like an animal crawling on the ground. To be cautious, Sam reminded Dean to take out his weapon.

Slowly approaching the black shadow, Sam found a person lying prone on the ground. He hurriedly put away his gun and brushed away the hair blocking that person's face. It was Garcia.

Her face was pale and her eyes were wide open. She had been dead for a long time.Outwardly, she was unharmed, but when Sam turned over her body and found a hole in the abdomen, the blood had been drained, it was almost like someone forcibly pulled the liver out of her body. ripped out.

Sam had a horrible expression on his face and said, "It seems that the monster likes fresh livers, likes to commit crimes during Christmas, and likes to send its prey back to the place where it was caught."

"And his speed must be very fast. When we came here, it had already snowed for a while, and there was already snow on the ground, but there were hardly any snowflakes on Garcia's body, and there were no footprints on the ground where we entered the alley , but in the other direction, look," Dean said, pointing to the ground, "and there are no footprints, just two long traces. How did he get in and get out? Did he fly?"

"Then what we need to look for is a monster who likes to eat fresh liver, likes to commit crimes at Christmas, and seems to be able to fly."

"You know, what you said just reminded me a little bit, what does this description seem to be talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked bewildered.

"Except for eating the liver, does it look like Santa Claus?" Dean pointed to the Santa Claus flying in the air in a sleigh that was repeatedly played on the display screen on the opposite floor.

"But Dean, Santa Claus can't eat human livers, no, Santa Claus doesn't exist!"

"I know you don't believe in the existence of Santa Claus, but when I was young, I still looked forward to his real existence." On Christmas Eve, Santa Claus with a white beard drove a sleigh pulled by reindeer, loaded with presents, come down the chimney into the room, and put presents on the pillows of good boys.' Besides, Santa must have something to eat, right? You know he can't live on beer and turkey or chocolate , who knows if he likes to eat raw liver?" Dean said irresponsibly.

"I think we should go back and check Dad's notes, or look it up on the Internet, maybe it just happened to be that monster committed crimes on Christmas, and it has nothing to do with Santa Claus."

"So what about Harry? Do you think this incident has anything to do with him?"

"Maybe we can split up. You go to Harry's house, and I go back to check the information." Sam patted the snowflakes on his head and shoulders and said.

"No! Finger-guessing!" Dean said firmly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam tilted his head.

"I'm sure! I don't believe you will win every time!"

"This is definitely the last time I will play boxing games with him!" Dean walked quickly towards Harry's house while patting the snowflakes on his head.

Harry's home was in a dilapidated street, even on a festive night, the lights were not very bright, and there were suspicious sounds from time to time.Dean rang the doorbell twice, and then a tall, scruffy man opened the door and asked gruffly, "Who are you looking for?"

Dean straightened his expression, took out his ID from his pocket, and didn't know if it was right for him to do so: "Does Harry Brown live here?"

"He's not at home. What good thing did that kid do to get an FBI agent to rush over in this snowy day?" The man had a suspicious expression on his face.

"Uh, it's not what he did, it was his friend and girlfriend who had an accident, didn't you see the news? We were worried that he would be involved in the same incident, do you know where he went?"

"You can go to the bar in the neighborhood, where he usually hangs out." Saying that, the door closed in front of Dean's nose with a bang.

Dean had to walk to the bar two blocks away through the increasing snow, complaining that he didn't drive, but who would think of running around in this snowy day?

Come to the block, a bar called "pink" has shiny neon lights at the door, and the sound of music leaks from the door. From time to time, drunken guests help each other, talk nonsense, or leave staggeringly.It seems that many people chose to spend Christmas Eve here, and even though the night was not halfway through, some people were already so drunk that they passed out.

Dean walked into the bar. He thought that a minor should be conspicuous here, but he found out that he was wrong. There was definitely more than one minor here.At this time, it is not appropriate to show the FBI's ID, otherwise more than half of the people here will escape.

Dean walked to the bar, ordered a bottle of beer, drank it, and looked around.Not far away, a group of girls dressed in cool clothes watched him whispering, not to mention a few screams and laughter.Dean walked over with the bottle, and the girls made a fuss and pushed each other for a while before the youngest-looking one stood up.She twitched her fingers and said to Dean with a smile, "Hi."

Dean smiled at her and said, "Do you know Harry Brown?"

The girls giggled for a while, and finally the girl said, "What do you want with Harry?"

"Actually, I'm his girlfriend's cousin, and I want to meet him for my sister's sake."

The attitudes of the girls changed immediately, and their tone became less polite: "Harry doesn't want to be clinging to her, okay?"

"No, no, I'm not for that kind of thing. Garcia disappeared. I heard that he was the last person to see her. I want to ask him if there was anything wrong with her at that time."

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