Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Outside the Goliath Winery in the middle of the night, more than a dozen police cars had already parked.

The police lights flashed, and the neon lights looked so hazy in the rain.

The surviving cult members were hooded and taken away in police cars.

Corpses wrapped in black body bags were lifted out of the winery and loaded into corpse trucks.

At this point, the matter finally came to an end for the time being.

The policeman who had called Du Wei before watched the last body being carried into the car, turned his head and said, "Mr. Du Wei, we would like to express our heartfelt thanks to you for your contribution to the security of New York City."

His tone was very solemn: "Given the close cooperation between you and the police for a long time, we will give you a large bonus and award you an outstanding citizen medal."

He looked at Du Wei who was standing in the rain with an umbrella.

Du Wei nodded and said calmly: "This is what I should do, and without the affirmation and support from my good friend, Officer Tom, this matter would not have ended so quickly."

Only one day had passed between his return to New York and the end of the matter.

The reason for saying this is naturally to connect Tom with the matter.

After all, it wasn't much use for him to take credit for the police.

The policeman didn't know Du Wei's thoughts, he said sincerely: "No matter what, you are a good citizen of New York City."

Du Wei smiled and said, "Remember to burn all those corpses."

The other party said seriously: "Please rest assured, we will definitely do it. By the way, do you need me to send you back to the psychological consultation clinic?"

Du Wei waved his hand and refused, "No, I came by car, and I have to see my girlfriend now."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The policeman looked at Du Wei's leaving back, his eyes became more reverent.

He couldn't help sighing: "It would be great if the citizens of New York City had a sense of justice like Mr. Du Wei."

Of course, he also knows that it takes confidence to uphold justice.

It just so happens that he knows,

Du Wei has this confidence.

After all, Du Wei has the support of the church behind him, and he is also a good brother of Tom, the head of the New York City police.

...

1:08 a.m. on June 11.

The Furman community looks more and more quiet in the rain.

Du Wei drove all the way into the community.

The security guard was already familiar with him, so although it was a little strange why he changed to a Volkswagen, he didn't stop him.

In front of Alex's house.

Du Wei opened the car door and walked to the door with a bouquet of roses.

He cleared his throat and rang the doorbell...

Although his girlfriend Alex had given him a copy of the house key, but Du Wei felt that he hadn't come back for two or three days, and it always felt weird.

Um……

He felt a little embarrassed.

After a while, footsteps came from behind the door.

yay...

Wearing a large sweater, Alex opened the door expressionlessly, his eyes stayed on the bouquet of roses in Du Wei's hand for a few seconds, and his eyes became more and more dangerous.

"You still know you're back? And this bouquet of roses, did you go to Scolin City to pick flowers again?"

"Uh... no, I bought this from a nearby flower shop, do you like it?"

Alex was so angry: "I like it so much."

There used to be a lot of people chasing her, flowers, exquisite jewelry, expensive jewelry, and people who gave cars and houses, but she never paid any attention to them.

Because she thinks those are too vulgar.

Ever since she got to know Du Wei, she understood one thing. It's just because she doesn't like it. No matter what she likes, it's so different no matter what she gives.

only……

flowers every time...

"Can't you be a little new..."

Alex snorted coldly, turned around and entered the room.

Du Wei was at a loss, walked in embarrassingly with the bouquet of roses, and closed the door behind him.

"Honey, are you angry?"

As soon as he entered the door, Du Wei hurriedly asked.

This made Alex even more upset: "Why should I be angry."

She sat on the sofa, picked up a cup of coffee and drank it.

All the emotions are written on the face.

Du Wei hurriedly sat over and put his arms around her shoulders.

Did not resist.

He thought to himself: It's not a big problem.

But he said: "Honey, there is a very interesting phenomenon in psychology."

"People are easily affected by external factors, vision, hearing, touch and so on."

"Brightly colored flowers will give people a visual impact. The brighter the flowers, the easier it is to make people feel happy."

"Many people have crowned flowers with flower language, adding different meanings with different colors and different flower genus."

"Rose represents love, and its flower language makes people passionate."

"But what I want to tell you is that the reason why I send you flowers every time is because I am not good at telling you my love, so I use flowers instead."

"So I sent you a bouquet of roses."

As his words fell to the ground, Alex couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and asked with a snort, "Where did you learn this?"

Du Wei smiled slightly: "From the heart."

"Hehe." Alex took the bouquet of roses, looked at them and sneered: "I'm not angry because you only send me flowers, but because you sent me a text message at three o'clock in the morning yesterday."

Du Wei asked suspiciously, "Shouldn't I report my safety to you?"

Alex laughed: "It's okay to report to safety, but you actually replied to me, go to bed early? I've been worried about you for two days, two days..."

"As a result, you asked me to rest early..."

Du Wei showed shame: "So how should I reply to your text message?"

Alex raised his forehead: "You should come back to me, you miss me too...or you will come back to see me soon, will falling in love make you a fool?"

Du Wei's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep tone: "But if I really do what you said, then I may have to send you a text message overnight."

Alex's tone was a little slow: "True...truly or falsely."

Du Wei said seriously: "Of course it's true, and no matter how many love words you say, it's not as good as talking to you face to face."

As he said that, Du Wei gently hugged Alex into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Honey, actually I've been thinking about you these two days."

Alex snorted coquettishly: "So what about your love words?"

Du Wei was asked...

He began to think calmly, looking for a solution.

But the mind is completely empty.

The love story he just said was learned from the flower language he saw when he was buying flowers.

Du Wei opened his mouth, but he hesitated and couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Alex pinched him angrily, and pulled Du Wei into the bedroom.

"Come on, let's go to bed and talk slowly. If you repeat a sentence, don't blame me for not letting you sleep..."

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