Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Afternoon, 15:00.

After closing the door of the psychological consultation clinic, Du Wei walked towards the Subaru parked on the opposite street with his bag on his back.

The storage cabinet he ordered has arrived, it is placed at the door, and a sign is pasted on it. If there is a courier or a letter sent by someone else, it can be thrown in directly.

In this way, it can also prevent innocent people from provoking evil spirits at home

At present, Du Wei is using the mechanism of masking evil spirits to kill two evil spirits at once, and the balance of the family has just been restored.

But Sombra is an uncertain factor. Although it has always been obsessed with killing itself, when someone triggers the mechanism, it will directly kill people.

Like...the five heads in the attic freezer.

cross the street.

Du Wei opened the car door, habitually put his backpack on the co-pilot, then started the car and rushed to the suburban psychiatric hospital.

The sky is still gloomy, but the rain has reduced a lot, and it is not as scary as before.

According to the agreement, James and others should also set off at this time, and everyone will gather at the psychiatric hospital around four o'clock in the afternoon.

...

At this time, North Brook.

At the entrance of a small alley, three police cars were parked.

Further inside, Officer Tom and four of his subordinates were wearing raincoats, staring at the half-submerged corpse in the garbage dump with ugly faces.

"Damn it, why does this corpse look so similar to Dr. Du Wei's? Did someone want to kill him, but ended up killing the wrong person? This murderer is too stupid, he has no brain at all."

Tom couldn't help cursing: "fuck! For God's sake, let me rest for two days. I haven't been to the red light district for a long time. If this continues, I'm really going to collapse."

Seeing this, the subordinate at the side said helplessly: "Head, we have no holidays this year, and the matter of those cultists has not been resolved. In addition, the monitoring found that your friend Mr. Du Wei broke into a room through a window. Villa, are you sure you don't want to deal with it?"

Tom was stunned for a moment, and said nonchalantly, "Deal with it? What's there to deal with? That's it, it's fine anyway. By the way, the villa is sealed off by the way."

He is already very proficient at this kind of thing, preventing ordinary people from coming into contact with such evil spirits, and leaving professional things to more professional people to do.

The subordinate had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and said, "Okay, besides, what about this corpse? The footage captured by surveillance seems to be a murder."

Hearing this, Tom nodded and said, "Take the body back, and take a photo and send it to me. This is a bit strange. I may need to meet and talk to Mr. Du Wei."

"Also, even if I don't have the chance to go shopping in the red light district recently, I still want to relax myself."

"Well, I think I might be in love."

...

the other side.

Du Wei drove the car and left the North Brook area, heading towards the suburbs.

The fine rain hit the front windshield of the car, even with the wipers on, it looked hazy.

But fortunately, after arriving in the suburbs, there are basically no vehicles to be seen, and the speed of passage is much faster.

...

After more than an hour.

Du Wei arrived at the destination - Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

When he stopped the car, James and the others hadn't arrived yet, but at this time, the sky became more gloomy, and the storm seemed to be coming again.

At this time, looking around, there is a large area of ​​wilderness all around, and a few huts can be seen faintly ahead, but they are obviously deserted.

As far as I could see, there was only a row of white buildings like the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, and the bus stop sign on the side of the road.

Looking up, a discordant building appears in the psychiatric hospital.

The bell tower with obvious church style - the huge dial is at the top of the bell tower,

That is the location of the fourth floor.

The time pointed by the pointer is exactly 16:30.

Du Wei looked at the electric railing at the entrance of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and called James.

A minute later, the call was connected.

He said calmly, "I've already arrived, how long are you guys waiting?"

On the other end of the phone, James' tone was apologetic: "Mr. Du Wei, we may arrive later. The nearby roads are impassable due to stagnant water, and we are trying to detour."

Du Wei frowned and asked, "So what should I do now?"

James replied: "I will say hello to the dean later, she will come out to pick you up, and then all you have to do is wait for us to arrive. Of course, with your resilience, you can also consider investigating the relevant issues first." information."

Du Wei said lightly: "Okay, I see."

After all, he hung up the phone directly, then took the backpack from the co-pilot, and opened the car door with the umbrella in hand.

call……

A gust of wind blew by, taking the umbrellas away.

"This kind of weather is not suitable for traveling."

Du Wei held an umbrella and entered the state of spiritual vision while walking towards the Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

Since there is a nun's head in this psychiatric hospital, it is absolutely impossible for everything to go well.

For example, the trip to the horror house, the original scary part was replaced by corpses and ghosts, and it is still blocked.

But what makes Du Wei a little strange is that.

In the state of spiritual vision, there is no difference between the entire psychiatric hospital and what the naked eye sees.

There is no sense of depression, strangeness, or even the breath of evil spirits.

It's as clean as a paradise...

But at this moment, a sluggish voice suddenly sounded: "Please don't peek at my mansion, or I will ask the security to drive you out."

Um?

Du Wei was taken aback when he heard this, and looked in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the electric railing, that is, under the position of the machine, squatting a man in a hospital gown, with numb eyes, looking at himself quietly, his clothes and body have been wet by the rain, Shivering uncontrollably.

"Are you a patient?"

Du Wei frowned and asked, and then felt that this was nonsense.

In a psychiatric hospital, the person wearing the hospital gown is not a patient, could it be a doctor?

And the man still said dully: "Please stay away from my mansion, it is my favorite woman, if you want to go in, you must get my consent."

Du Wei was silent for a while, and stopped talking to the other party.

Psychiatrists and psychiatrists are actually two different professions, although some of their jobs are similar.

One is a psychological problem and the other is a spiritual problem.

Most importantly, at this time, a woman about 60 years old came over.

She was wearing white overalls and holding an umbrella, and she walked over staggeringly, looking slightly hunchbacked, her left foot seemed to have been injured, and her shoulders sank slightly every time she stepped forward.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Du Wei? I am the director of this psychiatric hospital, Taylor **."

At this time, Du Wei saw her face clearly, her face was full of wrinkles, the edge of her left face was full of burn scars, her ears seemed to be burnt, and her outline looked very strange.

He narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Hello, Dean Taylor, I am Du Wei."

Dean Taylor glanced at Du Wei, then turned his attention to the patient next to him, and sighed helplessly.

Then, she said to herself: "This patient is called Martin. He was a rich man before, but later his wife cheated on another man and brought him into the villa. I don't know what kind of relationship was established in the end. He left the house and was sent to Hill Psychiatric Hospital."

She also said this to Du Wei.

So Du Wei asked curiously, "So he's not sick?"

Dean Taylor shook his head and said: "I wasn't sick at first, but I don't know what happened. After coming in, I went crazy, so you'd better not get in touch with him, maybe you will go crazy for no reason."

Du Wei said noncommittally: "Most of the patients I deal with are strange, but until now, my mental state is very stable."

Dean Taylor, who was pressing the button of the electric railing, suddenly paused when he heard this.

She raised her head and stared at Du Wei: "The patient you contacted?"

Du Wei said with a normal expression: "Yes, I am a psychiatrist."