Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

“I…I saw something,” Sam said in a hoarse voice, filled with unbelievable fear. “A man in a black sedan. He seemed to be trapped by something, unable to move, struggling, and gasping for breath, and then he suffocated to death!”

The details of the images and the intense sense of suffocation crashed against his brain like a tidal wave, stirring his mind with a clarity that sent chills down his spine.

"Location. I see it clearly, the street sign. It's a parking lot near Union Station in Toledo, Ohio!"

Just then, Dean's cell phone rang sharply in his pocket, breaking the deathly silence of the study.

He took it out and saw that the screen displayed an encrypted message from an unfamiliar number, but in a format they were extremely familiar with. It was from their long-lost father, John Winchester.

The message is brief and urgent:

"Unusual deaths have occurred near Union Station in Toledo, Ohio. Suspected supernatural causes. Characteristics: suffocation in a confined space. Investigate immediately. —Dad"

The time the information was received was almost exactly the same as the time Sam had his headache!
Dean looked up abruptly, glancing at the still-shaken Sam, then at Wu Heng across from him, whose expression was deep and unfathomable.

Sam's premonition perfectly matched the location and manner of his father's death!
Before any clues about the Yellow-Eyed Demon have been found, new, more bizarre and urgent events are coming at us, and they seem to be closely related to some kind of ability that Sam has suddenly awakened.

Inside the study, only the crackling of the fireplace flames and the heavy breathing of the three people remained.

After listening to Sam's description of the suffocating scene, Wu Heng tapped his long fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, a look of noncommittal on his face.

"Prophecy, predicting the future?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice carrying a sense of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Time is a river full of countless variables. Every tiny disturbance can lead the future down a completely different path. I have always been skeptical of 'fixed' prophecies, and the more common so-called prophecies."

Such a prediction is more likely to be a precise calculation based on existing information, or a fragment of thought deliberately released by some powerful being. However, Wu Heng did not say this, as the current time was not appropriate.

He paused, then turned his gaze to Sam, whose face was still somewhat pale, a barely perceptible glint of inquisitive interest flashing deep in his eyes.

“However,” he changed the subject, “the scene you described is so specific, the location is so clear, and it even arrived at the same time as your father’s message. This really piques my curiosity. Instead of guessing here, I’d like to verify it myself. The truth is often more interesting than bizarre prophecies.”

Once the decision was made, the three of them did not delay and immediately drove to Lawrence, Ohio.

Arriving at the cold parking lot near Union Station proved Sam's premonition to be true.

Because the area is cordoned off and police lights are flashing.

Through the gaps in the crowd, they could clearly see a middle-aged man slumped in the driver's seat of an old black sedan in an extremely contorted and painful position. His eyes were wide open in terror, his mouth was agape, his face was bluish-purple, and his hands were gripping his throat and the steering wheel tightly, as if resisting an invisible, suffocating force.

The scene was strikingly similar to the image that flashed through Sam's mind, down to the smallest detail.

"Damn it!"

Dean cursed under his breath, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Witnessing the fulfillment of a prophecy was a chilling experience. He felt that if he had been a little faster on the road, he might have been able to save the man!
Sam's face grew even paler, not only because of the gruesome sight of death, but also because of an invisible pressure; his 'sight' seemed to be intertwined with death itself. "FBI, please make way!" Dean quickly got into character, pulling out forged identification and expertly pushing through the crowd, with Wu Heng and Sam following closely behind.

Their aura and professional disguise easily fooled the local police officers, who obtained preliminary information: the deceased was named Richie Modlin, lived alone, and appeared to have died suddenly from an illness or accident, but the cause of death was suspicious, and there were no signs of forced entry at the scene.

After confirming the information, the three left the scene and then obtained an address through inquiries.

Following the address, the three found Richie's house and, likewise, showed their FBI badges to conduct the visit.

However, the investigation did not go smoothly. Richie's family, his brother Bart Modlin and Bart's wife, showed an almost indifferent attitude towards Richie's death, and even revealed a hint of annoyance and impatience in their words, as if the one who died was just a troublesome distant relative, not a family member.

“He was always unlucky, and had a weird personality. He was always getting into trouble, drinking, and throwing tantrums.” Bart said, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes expressionless. “Who knows how he died? Maybe he finally brought it all down.”

Bart's wife nodded perfunctorily, her eyes even showing disgust and relief.

During a break in their conversation, Dean secretly used his EMF detector, an electromagnetic field detector often used to detect paranormal phenomena, to scan the room quickly. However, the instrument remained silent, showing no signs of abnormal fluctuations.

“No evil spirit reaction, not at all.” Dean returned to the car, frowning as he said to the two men, “Could it really be an accident, or… a heart attack?”

Sam shook his head, his tone certain: "No, Dean, what I saw wasn't natural death, it was... some kind of force at work, it felt very evil!"

Wu Heng had been silently observing everything until now, when he finally spoke slowly, his voice steady yet carrying a thought-provoking narrative tone:

"The absence of evil spirits does not mean the absence of supernatural forces."

“Evil spirits are just one of the lower-level manifestations. Some more hidden and ancient forces, or ‘curses’ formed based on strong emotions and contracts of rules, may operate in a completely different way and leave no common paranormal traces.”

"These kinds of beings are often more dangerous and elusive than howling evil spirits."

His words made the atmosphere in the car even more tense.

Just then, Sam suddenly let out another muffled groan, clutched his forehead, and curled up in pain.

"Here we go again?!" Dean quickly helped him up.

Wu Heng's gaze instantly sharpened, like the most sophisticated radar, locking onto Sam.

He appeared motionless, but an extremely subtle, inhuman perception, like invisible tentacles, quietly spread toward Sam, meticulously scanning the energy field around him, the fluctuations in his brain, and even the subtle ripples in his soul.

The core of hell silently appeared before my eyes.

He was trying to pinpoint the source of the 'prophecy'.

Sam's breathing became rapid, his pupils unfocused again, and he hissed intermittently, "Bart...it's Bart! The old-fashioned wooden window...fell and hit...his head...he's dead, bleeding." (End of Chapter)