Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

　　 10:31 in the morning.

　　 Du Wei took a stack of paper and sat on the sofa.

　　 On the opposite side are the stern-faced Mina and her children.

　　 Before there was no sense of oppression in that dream, that is, yesterday, Du Wei was planning to contact his previous patients. There are some people's medical records, which are really strange, and they are probably related to evil spirits.

　　 For example, on January 12, accompanied by family members, Mia's family came to consult with her condition.

　　 claimed that there was a doll in the house that could not be destroyed and could not be lost-Annabel.

　　For example, on February 17, a little girl named Reagan thought she was a man named Hoodie after a game of recruiting spirits, and her parents explained that Hoodie was Reagan's imaginary partner.

　　For example, on February 28th, the boy suffering from clown phobia...

　　 But after having that dream, Du Wei temporarily suppressed the idea because it would take time.

　　 So he chose to prepare with both hands.

　　……

　　 Withdrawing his thoughts, Du Wei glanced at Mina on the opposite side, and then filled in the following information in the form on the paper.

　　[Name: Mina]

　　[Age: 34 years old]

【Gender: Female】

　　【Occupation: None】

　　 [Illness: The specific manifestation is that I dream of the death of my brother and husband, and sleep longer and longer, and always feel that there is an invisible person by her side]

　　 The last word is over, Du Wei put down his pen.

　　 "About the situation, Father Tony told me on the phone, then Ms. Mina... No, Mrs. Mina, I may need to communicate with you for some details."

　　 At this point, Du Wei looked at the child leaning against Mrs. Mina.

　　 This is a 14-year-old blond little girl with her head down, seeming a little withdrawn.

　　 Mrs. Mina sighed involuntarily when she heard Du Wei's words: "I will tell you everything."

　　 Her expression was a bit dazed, she seemed to be lost in memory, and her back slightly humped and she looked older than she actually was.

"Mr. Exorcist, I...I don't know how to say it. The things I encountered are very complicated. The church seems to have been thinking about it, and they have not given me an accurate answer. So in fact, I am the only one. I feel that I have encountered an evil spirit."

　　 Du Wei nodded and said calmly: "I've heard Father Tony talk about this, but I'm the one who solves the problem, so please don't care."

"Ok……"

Mrs. Mina breathed a sigh of relief and slowly said: "This is how my brother Luke Conan Doyle died in an evil event. It was about 12 o'clock the next night that I dreamed of him. "

　　 "I remember very clearly. In his dream, he was in his recording studio, um... he is a cv who specializes in dubbing some programs. You should know this profession, right?"

　　 Du Wei gave a hum and motioned her to continue.

　　 "That's good, I am worried that you cannot understand the scene I described."

Mrs. Mina's complexion eased, and then she became nervous again: "The recording studio is not big, but the soundproofing effect is very good. He is standing outside the recording studio, expressionless and wet, as if he is drenched. It's like a rain."

"At that time, I had lost contact with him and called the police. So immediately, I asked him where he was. Instead of answering me, he pointed to the door of the recording studio, as if implying something. ."

　　 "Then, what broke me was that the moment he pointed to the door, the door of the recording studio opened.

　　 His whole person was like being pulled by some kind of force, and he entered the recording studio in the next second, and the door closed at the same time. "

　　 "But I found that my perspective has also entered the recording studio."

　　 Hearing this, Du Wei couldn't help but think of a recording studio picture. The small space represented a sense of urgency and psychological depression.

　　Mrs. Mina continued: "I saw him floating up strangely, and then twisted together from head to toe, his clothes and flesh were twisted together.

　　 Blood splattered the entire recording studio. I just looked at him like that, but there was nothing I could do. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t scream. I wanted to escape, but found that I couldn’t move my sight at all. "

　　 "Blood... more and more, and soon I found that the blood on the floor of the entire recording studio was rising crazily, and I could even feel the smelly and sticky feeling crawling over every piece of my skin."

　　 "When I woke up, my whole body collapsed, as if I was dead."

　　 "I almost broke down, Mr. Exorcist, I told my husband about it, but he didn't believe it at all, what should I do?"

　　Ms. Mina couldn't help sobbing when she finished speaking. She buried her face in her hands, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

　　 And Du Wei just gave a quiet hmm, in fact, he couldn't empathize with him.

　　 However, as an "exorcist" he naturally wants to be gentle.

　　 So Du Wei comforted her and said, "I can understand your fears and fears. Please rest assured, I will do my best to help you solve this matter. Please tell me about the next thing."

　　 "Well, thank you, Mr. Exorcist."

Mrs. Mina thanked him, and then said: “Later, I had another dream. This time it was about my husband. He is the director of a large auction house. I don’t know the specifics, but I It is suspected that his death was related to a certain auction item."

　　 "Large auction house? Does he work in Person in the heart of New York?"

　　 "Yes~www.NovelMTL.com~ is Berson Auction House."

　　 "Well, that is indeed a large auction house, so what is the auction item?"

　　 Du Wei frowned when he heard the word auction house, because the antique clock at home was bought by Alex at Berson Auction House.

　　 Besides, it's auction item again...

　　 Subconsciously, Du Wei looked at the antique clocks hanging on the wall, the overlapping hands still turned tirelessly, as if they would never stop.

　　Mrs. Mina didn't know Du Wei's thoughts, she just recalled the things in the dream and continued to describe.

"That is a gold brooch. I heard my husband mentioned it. It is a product of the last century. It seems to be related to a certain religion, and there is a letter on it, but it has been artificially worn out and can only be faintly. About to see va, of course he can’t be sure.”

　　 "Oh, by the way, when I saw him in my dream, it was before the last time I met you. It was raining that day. I dreamt that he seemed to be on a bus with the gold brooch on his chest."

　　 "I waved at him, but he pointed to the golden brooch, and then wanted to tell me something, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, but I couldn't hear any sound."

　　 "Then, he seemed desperate and ignored me anymore. Instead, he slammed into the car door frantically with his body. I guess he wanted to escape, but it didn't work."

"I kept calling him in my dream, but he couldn't hear it at all, and he kept hitting, and soon he shed a lot of blood. I could do nothing but watch him hit the car door one after another until he... ···I just woke up from my dream."

　　 "And yesterday, I had another dream..."

　　 "It's about myself..."