Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

　　 In the afternoon, 15:00.

　　 Du Wei closed the door of the counseling clinic and 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 with a sign. If there is a courier or a letter sent by someone else, you can throw it in.

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

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

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

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

　　 across the street.

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

　　 The sky is still gloomy, but the rain has decreased a lot, not as terrifying as before.

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

　　...

　　 At this time, Northbrook.

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

　　Inside, Officer Tom and four subordinates were wearing raincoats, staring at the corpses in the garbage dump, half of them submerged in water.

　　 "Damn it, why does this corpse look so similar to Dr. Du Wei? Did someone try to kill him and kill the wrong person? This murderer is too stupid, he has no brains."

　　 Tom couldn't help but cursed: "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 really will break down."

Seeing this, the subordinate on the side said helplessly: "Head, we have no holidays this year, and the cult's matter has not been resolved. In addition, monitoring found that your friend, Mr. Du Wei, seems to have broken into a room with a broken window. Villa, are you sure you don't take care of it?"

　　 Tom was taken aback, and said nonchalantly, "Take care of it? What can I do? Let's do it, it's okay anyway. By the way, the villa is sealed off by the way."

　　He is already very proficient in this kind of thing. He avoids ordinary people from being exposed to this kind of evil events, and leaves the professional things to more professional people to do.

　　 The subordinate shrugged his shoulders and said, "Good head, besides, what about this corpse? The footage captured by the surveillance seems to be murder."

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

　　 "Also, even if I haven't had the opportunity to go shopping in the red light district recently, I have to relax myself."

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

　　...

the other side.

　　 Du Wei drove the car and drove out of North Brook, heading for the suburbs.

　　 The fine rain water hit the front windshield of the car, even if the wiper was turned on, it looked hazy.

　　 Fortunately, after arriving in the suburbs, there are basically no vehicles in sight, and the traffic speed is much faster.

　　...

　　 more than an hour later.

　　 Du Wei arrived at his destination-Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

　　 Waiting for him to stop the car, James and others have not arrived yet, but at this time, the sky has become more gloomy, and the storm seems to be coming again.

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

　　 As far as he can see, there are only rows of white buildings at the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, and the bus stop sign leaning on the side of the road.

　　 Looking up, an unharmonious building appeared in the psychiatric hospital.

　　 The bell tower with a distinct church style—the huge dial is at the top of the bell tower, which is the fourth floor.

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

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

　　 One minute later, the call was connected.

　　 He said calmly: "I have arrived, how long do you have?"

　　 On the other end of the phone, James’ tone was apologetic: “Mr. Du Wei, we may not be able to get there a while later. The nearby road cannot pass because of stagnant water. We are trying to detour.”

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

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

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

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

　　Hu...

　　 A gust of wind blew by, pulling the umbrellas sideways.

　　 "Such weather is not suitable for traveling."

　　 Du Wei holding his umbrella, walked towards the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, while entering the state of spiritual vision.

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

　　 For example, in the horror house trip, the original scary links were all replaced by corpses and ghosts, and they are still being blocked.

　　 can make Du Wei a little strange.

　　 In the state of spiritual vision, there is no difference between the whole psychiatric hospital and what you see with the naked eye.

　　 The feeling of depression, strangeness, and even the breath of evil spirits does not exist.

　　 Clean is like a paradise...

　　 But at this moment, a dull voice suddenly rang: "Please don't take a peek at my mansion, otherwise I will ask the security to drive you out."

Ok?

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

At the end of the electric railing, under the position of the machine, a man in a hospital gown was squatting, with numb eyes open, looking at himself quietly, his clothes and body were already wet by the rain. Shaking uncontrollably with cold.

　　 "Are you a patient?"

　　 Du Wei frowned and asked, then he thought it was nonsense.

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

　　 And the man still said dullly: "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.

　　 Psychologist and psychiatrist have similar jobs, but they are actually two professions.

　　 One is a psychological problem, the other is a mental problem.

　　 The most important thing is that at this time, a woman who was about 60 years old came over.

　　 She was wearing white overalls, holding an umbrella, and staggered over. She looked a little hunched, and her left foot seemed to have been injured. Every time she stepped out, her shoulders would sink slightly.

　　 "Is it Mr. Du Wei? I'm Tyler ** Da, the director of this psychiatric hospital."

　　 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 strange.

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

　　 Dean Taylor glanced at Du Wei, then placed his gaze on 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 then his wife cheated on other men and brought the man into the villa. In the end, she didn’t know what the relationship was. He cleaned up and went to the Hill Psychiatric Hospital."

　　 She also said this to Du Wei.

　　 So, Du Wei asked curiously: "So he is not sick?"

　　 Dean Taylor shook his head and said, "I was not sick at first, but I don’t know what happened. After you come in, you will be crazy, so you'd better not contact him, maybe you will be crazy for some reason."

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

　　 Dean Taylor, who was pressing the button of the electric railing, heard this, his hand suddenly stopped.

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

　　 Du Wei said as usual: "Yes, I am a psychologist."