Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"So, this diary exists to induce me, so I deliberately created an illusion that I wrote to myself, trying to warn myself."

　　 Du Wei made a judgment, but this also gave him a vague idea in his mind.

　　 There is something, I want to do something for myself, or expose the way to leave, because it may also want to leave.

　　 is also possible, it has no way to kill itself directly, so it needs to make hints to itself, induce itself to die step by step, or achieve some of its goals.

　　 appears to be safe, but in fact it hides extremely deep malice.

　　 "But it doesn't matter, since you want to play, then I will play with you and see who shows the flaws first."

　　 Du Wei turned the diary to the last page, took out the pen on the work station, and wrote a paragraph.

　　【I’m Du Wei, I already know all the secrets of this school, and everything is safe now. 】

　　 [The reason why I failed before, I suspect that I didn't know the school deeply enough, I don't know its real secret, and I don't know where the door is. 】

　　 [So I plan to stay for two days for the last game. 】

　　 [If I can't find the door within two days, destroy it or close it, then I will immediately leave that way. 】

　　 As for the method, Du Wei deliberately didn't write it.

　　 After doing this.

　　 Du Wei stood up, cleared his throat, picked up the lesson plan on the table, and stepped out of the office.

　　 From beginning to end, he never had any contact with those "colleagues".

　　 fits well with the mentality of someone who is eager to explore school secrets and intends to leave at any time...

　　 and wait for him to leave.

　　 On the spot, the colleagues suddenly froze.

　　 The whole office is silent and scary.

　　 Click, click...

　　 Next second.

　　 Everyone suffocated their necks, turned their heads and looked at where Du Wei had left.

　　 At the work station, the diary has been closed, and only the signature-Du Wei can be seen.

　　……

　　 A-012 classroom.

　　 As the class bell rang, Du Wei opened the door and walked in.

　　 In the classroom, there are a total of 24 students, mostly women.

　　 Du Wei glanced at the people, and paused for a moment on the second row of the left window.

　　 The teacher is on the fifth floor of the teaching building. There is a misty drizzle outside the window. Looking out, the outline of the entire school is silent in the rain.

　　 The one sitting by the window is a girl.

Ok……

　　 Du Wei has seen her picture. It is the beautiful neighbor from whom Tom died-Joanna, to be precise, she was still studying ten years ago.

　　 In Joanna's home in Essegrin, Du Wei saw a photo of her and the female student ten years ago, and neither of them died at the time.

　　 But I was in the church in New York, and I had clearly killed the evil spirit she became after death. She shouldn't be here again.

　　 Or, is this really the school from ten years ago?

　　 Du Wei pressed his thoughts to the bottom of his heart, passing over all the students one by one.

　　 He remembered everything.

　　 Then, Du Wei stood at the desk, holding the lesson plan in one hand, and tapping on the blackboard in the other.

　　 When he came, he had already read the contents of the lesson plan.

　　 is a bit different from what he thought, the content is all about psychology.

　　 This is absurd, because all the signs indicate that this is a private high school.

　　 These students are still in the first year of high school, the psychology of the first year of high school...

　　 However, it is not important.

Du Wei looked at his students and said calmly: "I am your psychology teacher Du Wei. I will give you this lesson. Do you still remember which lesson I taught you last time? "

　　 Someone replied: "Teacher, you talked about the micro-expressions in item 4, section 5 of basic psychology in the last class."

　　 Du Wei nodded: "Very good."

　　 He asked about the last time, not the last one.

　　 And the content in the lesson plan happened to be connected to the previous lesson.

　　 In other words, his teacher was forcibly embedded in this school. All the previous records have been compiled by some kind of existence.

　　 is like playing a role-playing game, Du Wei temporarily played the role of a psychological teacher.

　　 However, he does plan to give these students a good lesson.

　　 thought of this.

　　 Du Wei threw the lesson plan directly on the podium: "Students, micro-expressions are an introductory course in psychology. It is a branch. Everyone will have micro-expressions. This is subconscious."

　　 "It is difficult for people who have not received relevant training or relevant experience to hide micro expressions."

　　 "When lying, some people habitually droop their eyelids."

　　 "When hiding secrets, some people will act as if nothing has happened, and be more calm than before."

　　 "So how do you discover the secret of the other party through micro-emojis?"

　　 Du Wei stepped off the stage and asked his students a question.

　　 Someone triumphantly replied: "Teacher, I know that we can discover the other party's secret by summarizing the other's expression patterns and guiding each other through language."

　　 Du Wei nodded approvingly: "You are right. In fact, it's just written language. Everyone knows that it can be done, but few can do it."

　　 "So I won't tell you any theoretical knowledge in this class, but will let you experience the charm of psychology."

　　 When he said this, his tone was a little strange.

　　 role-playing games sounded very interesting, but he didn't want to follow the set script at all.

　　 The contact with these students was the first trial.

　　 reminds the students of their evil spirit status.

　　 Test the bottom line of a certain existence, whether you will endorse a lie for yourself.

　　 If he can endorse, he is ready to continue sabotage.

　　 Those students don’t know what their teacher is going to do, and they all look excited. For students of this age, they like new and exciting things.

　　 "This is so cool~www.NovelMTL.com~Teacher, are you planning to let us practice and use micro-expressions to find other people’s secrets?"

　　 Hearing this, Du Wei smiled and said, "No, I used micro expressions to find out your secrets."

　　 While talking, Du Wei walked to the student Joanna and started with her first.

　　Joanna was a little nervous: "Teacher, I don't have any secrets."

Du Wei looked at her eyes and said calmly: "Everyone has a secret in their heart, but everyone wants to bury it deeper, and some people have suffered serious trauma, and the subconscious mind will bury those secrets. Forget it, but we can wake it up through psychological means."

　　 "The way to be softer is to first relax the relationship with the other party and let the other party relax their vigilance."

　　 "But I don't like this approach. I like to point out the contradiction of the other party more directly and simply, and stimulate the other party to respond."

　　 "So classmate Joanna, why didn't your girlfriend come to class today?"

　　 "Is it because of a conflict between you?"

　　 "You hate her very much, so you have done too much to her!"

　　 "Then let's make a bold guess, did you kill her, right?"

After the voice of 　　 fell, the whole classroom became quiet.

　　 Joanna looked horrified, everyone was staring at her, her face gloomy...