Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Thursday, May 27, 1:20 in the morning.

Inside the psychological counseling clinic.

After Du Wei got home to clean the "hygiene", more than half an hour has passed since he got down from the attic.

When he walked to the bathroom, he glanced at the door of the bedroom that had not been replaced, and sighed silently.

This door was destroyed by Sombra at the time. Although he wanted to buy another door to replace it before, there was no time.

Thought for a while.

Du Wei took out his mobile phone and wanted to place an order online.

But as soon as he turned on the phone, he saw that Alex sent himself a text message more than half an hour ago.

[Dear Mr. Du Wei, it is now 12:11, I guess you should have been asleep, and then I just came out of the garage now, um... I picked a car for you, it should be in line with your temperament, so tomorrow I hope you get up earlier so that I won’t be waiting outside for a long time. 】

At the end...I also added a love symbol that looks very playful...

Du Wei shook his head secretly: "I hope this car shouldn't be very expensive. After all, I have to return a gift..."

He was driving home in Officer Tom's car at that time, and when he got home, he was even more busy dealing with the heads of Vaders.

Therefore, Du Wei has always cared about looking at his mobile phone.

However, he felt that since he received the text message, he should reply, otherwise he would be very rude...

So he quickly edited a text message and sent it to Alex.

After doing this, he put the phone in his pocket and walked into the bathroom to start washing.

In the past two days, he was a bit too busy. Although he was not in contact with evil spirits all the time like before, it was not easy.

Fortunately, the Vaderists on the New York side have been completely resolved and should be able to stabilize for a period of time.

During this period of time, he wouldn't have been tensed, he could take a good rest, get ready, and then go to the uninhabited city of Massas.

...

the other side.

Alex's home.

She also takes a shower in the bathroom.

Lying in the high-end bathtub, Alex's expression is very comfortable, and a woman in love feels much more lively.

Om...

Mobile phone vibration.

Alex glanced at the cell phone that was placed in the bath's handguard and could be easily touched, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

It's so late, maybe no one will send a message to himself.

Her parents do not live in New York, but they are not too far away, and usually they don't send text messages to her at such a late hour. They are basically phone calls.

And some of my friends in the past are basically in other cities, and there are not many contacts.

Thinking of this, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she quickly took the phone.

But then, Alex was a little unhappy.

"Damn, how come he hasn't slept so late? Don't you know that staying up late is bad for your health?"

But after entering the text message, Alex couldn't help biting his lip and snorted coldly.

There is only one text message, which is concise and concise.

[OK, I will start at six tomorrow. 】

Alex smiled helplessly and said to himself: "At six o'clock, that means I have to get up at five o'clock at least to get up and dress up, and then drive to his door to surprise him."

"It's really a headache. It seems that I have to dry my hair and go to bed right away, otherwise I might not get up tomorrow."

There was a crash.

Splashes of water.

Alex got up from the bathtub, took a bath towel and wiped his body, then put on the bathrobe and returned to the bedroom.

...

Early in the morning, 2:08.

call……

In the bedroom on the second floor of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei was lying on the bed in black pajamas, his eyes closed, his face was very pale, with a hint of struggle.

Beside him, placed the joker card, mask, lighter, and the black umbrella.

What's weird is that there is a picture on the clown card. He is wearing a tuxedo, but he turned his head and stared at Du Wei on the bed quietly.

...

drop……

drop……

It was dark all around.

Under the feet is a cold and biting pool.

The top of the head is pitch black, and I can't see anything, I can only feel drops of spring water splashing on my forehead.

Du Wei knew that he had fallen into a nightmare again.

But this is completely different from the previous experience.

He was not affected at all in his dream except his sight.

Of course, he knew that sight was just a concept.

The so-called seeing is actually just the way that consciousness obtains information from dreams.

But it's weird...

Du Wei looked around for a while and frowned.

He remembered that he was in the bedroom before, because he was too tired and fell asleep soon after lying down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he fell asleep, he appeared in this strange and weird dream.

"Am I standing on the lake?"

He stepped on it hard, but found that his body couldn't get in at all.

He looked at himself again, but he was wearing pajamas, but he was a little fuzzy.

"The curse has just been weakened. This dream should have nothing to do with the nun, so it's the Joker card?"

According to what Father Tony said and the connection between himself and the Joker.

There is a part of the evil spirit in that card.

And this ghost will gradually assimilate and erode itself, eventually making itself a part of it.

"It affects my consciousness in the way of a dream~www.NovelMTL.com~ Then at a certain time, do you start to do it?"

Du Wei shook his head. This clown card was his trophy in the gambling game. It belonged to him, but unlike a black umbrella and a lighter, it didn't have too many hidden dangers.

Because these two things belong to a kind of medium, the evil spirits that should have existed have been wiped out and will no longer cause trouble.

It's just this lake...

Inexplicably, Du Wei frowned and suddenly glanced down.

For a moment...

His expression became very ugly.

At the bottom of the lake, a blurry figure, from an opposite angle, also stands below.

This scene is very strange.

It's like standing on a mirror, separated by mirrors, one side is myself, and the other is the opposite reflection.

Du Wei bent down and took a closer look.

In the process, the blurred figure at the bottom of the lake did not move.

Until Du Wei got closer and closer to the lake, it seemed to feel something. It also approached in a bending posture, and its figure and appearance gradually became clear.

When Du Wei's face was about to touch the surface of the lake, the figure at the bottom of the lake was completely exposed in front of him.

A man in a black trench coat with slightly messy broken hair and a wrinkled woman's face.

To be precise, it was another evil spirit Du Wei who had the same memory, personality, and behavioral logic with him.

Immediately afterwards, the evil spirit Du Wei slowly stretched out his hand, tore off the wrinkled woman's face, and smashed it to pieces, revealing a pale and indifferent face.

In this process, its movements are very elegant, much like a gentleman of the upper class. Even if it is very rough, it feels like nothing wrong with it.