Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"I sensed an extremely strong evil coming from the city center!"

Sam was panting in the car, his fingers pressed tightly against his temples, trying to relieve the discomfort that was emanating from his blood, “mixed with a particularly filthy, concentrated aura of desire.”

Wu Heng calmly looked at Sam: "Can you sense the specific location?"

Sam tried to concentrate, and the demonic blood within him rippled ominously like a lake where a pebble had been thrown in: "Second Avenue, near Maple Street, has a strong energy reaction, like a gathering point."

“Then let’s go there,” Wu Heng said succinctly.

As Dean turned the car around, he asked Sam in a low voice, "Are you sure? Is this feeling any different from before?"

Sam nodded, his face pale. "Very different. The evil before was like a dispersing fog, but this time it's a venomous snake twisted into a single strand."

“And that aura of desire reminded me of…” he paused, as if searching for the right words, “…some maggots cloaked in sacred garb.”

Dean slammed on the gas, and the old car roared, breaking the silence of the night as it sped off toward Second Avenue.

The atmosphere inside the car was heavy, with only the roar of the engine and Sam's occasional soft gasps of discomfort.

“Lor,” Dean stared at the road ahead and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think Lilith will show up this time? Or is it just those white-eyed demons causing trouble?”

Wu Heng sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on the dimly lit street scene rushing past the window: "Lilith won't show herself easily, but her will drives these white-eyed demons and pale believers. This time, these guys have a very specific purpose: to capture people who can meet the conditions for opening the seal."

"Specific people, you mean they don't just arrest people randomly?" Dean asked, turning his head.

"Focus on driving," Wu Heng said before continuing, "Have you ever used an electronic lock?"

If we liken those sealed locations to an electronic lock, then each person's soul and character are different, representing different symbolic numbers.

They wanted to unlock the 'seal' lock.

Of course, the correct numbers and order are required.

That would require capturing different people and breaking the seal in a specific order.

“I understand, it’s like a jigsaw puzzle,” Sam replied, trying to catch his breath. “It requires pieces of a specific shape, and the souls of those who were taken away are those pieces.”

"Damn it!" Dean cursed. "Using living people as passwords and puzzle pieces, these sons of bitches!"

He subconsciously touched the ordinary hunting knife tucked behind his waist, feeling the newly acquired power within him, wanting a fight to vent his anger.

As the black antelope entered the Second Avenue area, an invisible sense of oppression immediately arose. The streetlights flickered and dwindled, casting shadows of varying lengths and swaying distorted shapes, as if the entire street was being slightly twisted.

"Look over there." Dean slammed on the brakes, pointed to an alleyway to the side, and then jumped out of the car.

In the shadows, a tall man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and exaggerated sunglasses was seen supporting a person who was stiff and sleepwalking, and they quickly disappeared into the darkness of the alley.

The entire process was silent, without struggle or cries for help, only a chilling submission.

By the time Dean rushed over, it was too late; all he saw was a cold, hard wall.

“Another one.” Sam’s voice was filled with anger and helplessness. “How many people have they arrested?” Dean said angrily, “Like a fucking harvest.”

They drove slowly, the EMF detector on the dashboard, the needle jumping violently from time to time. In just a few blocks, they witnessed two more similar scenes. The seemingly ordinary acts of help appeared particularly eerie against the backdrop of the night. The people being taken away had empty eyes and mechanical steps, like puppets whose souls had been taken away.

"The residual energy is getting stronger." Sam stared at the detector, his brow furrowed. "There are at least three distinct demonic auras, very strong, and a large amount of negative energy is gathered there."

Finally, their car stopped in front of a detached villa in a quiet neighborhood. The door was ajar, and the interior was pitch black, a stark contrast to the warm lights of the surrounding houses. An eerie, deathly silence emanated from within.

“This is it,” Sam said with certainty, feeling a strong resonance with the sinister atmosphere here.

Dean held a knife, Sam gripped a gun, and Wu Heng followed behind. The three of them cautiously pushed open the slightly ajar door.

Everything in the house froze in a moment. A half-eaten pizza sat on the table, and a late-night talk show was playing on the TV. But the male and female homeowners, who should have been home, and the child implied by the small dinosaur toy on the sofa, had all vanished.

There was no fighting, no chaos, only an eerie silence.

“Too late!” Dean’s voice was filled with suppressed anger. He checked the living room, where the EMF detectors were beeping loudly. “The energy readings are off the charts. They just left not long ago.”

Sam crouched down, his fingers tracing the floor, feeling a chilling aftertaste: "At least three people were taken away. A family of three."

“We have to find them.” Dean looked at Wu Heng with urgent eyes. “Lorre, it’s up to you. These bastards can’t get away with this!”

Wu Heng nodded slightly.

He knew he could no longer rely solely on the Winchester brothers' conventional methods and continue to loosen monetary policy.

Otherwise, it would arouse suspicion.

He needs to reasonably demonstrate some of the puppet spirit's abilities.

So he closed his eyes, seemingly concentrating his mind, but in reality releasing a trace of the evil spirit puppet's perception, like invisible tentacles, capturing the residual demonic aura fluctuations in the air.

A moment later he opened his eyes and pointed in one direction: "This way, the air is still fresh."

The next half hour turned into a race against time.

Wu Heng walked ahead, his pace seemingly slow, yet he always managed to navigate the alleys and overcome obstacles with precision, choosing the most direct path. Dean and Sam followed closely behind.

Sam kept comparing the city map with the peak feedback from the EMF detector, eliminating incorrect options and gradually narrowing down the possible location of the seal.

"The energy flow is converging towards the west of the city, in the old industrial area, near the lake!" Sam pointed to the area marked with abandoned factories and warehouses on the map. "This place doesn't seem to fit the 'mirror' at all."

They eventually stopped on the edge of a forgotten industrial wasteland.

Ahead, a factory without a sign has quietly been built here.

"Damn it, how come there's a private glass factory here!" Sam suddenly understood why the sealing location was so hard to find.

A few faint rays of light pierced through the broken windows and cracks in the walls, appearing like the eyes of a demon in the darkness. (End of Chapter)