Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Inside the psychological counseling clinic.

Everything has returned to calm.

Du Wei sat on the sofa, holding a pencil in his white right hand, and wrote the following content on the paper:

[1. Choose the right evil spirit, use the marking ability to form your own forces, and reduce the number of evil spirit transformations yourself]

[2. Mark the evil spirits with shadows, buses, and Annabelle]

[3. There are no evil spirits to be marked, and it is necessary to select an absolutely safe evil spirit to act as the suppressor]

[4. Unresolved issues, antique clocks, and possible curses]

This is the end of my writing.

Du Wei has sorted out a clear and accurate context of what he will do in the future.

To form an evil spirit force, you have to find suitable evil spirits, you have to be safer, and at the end of the day, you have to be within your controllable range.

The current Sombra and Bus are the safest to be marked.

Even if Sombra always wanted to kill himself.

Annabelle's level of safety is inferior to that of the bus.

But still within the acceptable range.

The ability to mark will make the evil spirit appear beside Du Wei regardless of distance and space.

If the marked evil spirit has hatred against him, then this ability can basically only be used to commit suicide.

But if it's marking a bus, something like Annabelle, it doesn't make things too bad.

At least, within Du Wei's control.

This is his arrangement for the marking ability.

As for the evil spirits that are malicious to him, Du Wei will also selectively mark some, because he has a lot of items on his body and has the ability to protect himself.

"Not counting the marked evil spirits, I have six evil spirits with me, which is enough for the time being."

Among the items Du Wei carried with him, masks, coins, umbrellas, clown cards, and flintlock guns, each contained evil spirits.

two sides of the coin,

Each represents an evil spirit.

"There is also that oil painting. I rarely use it. Unless I go to school again, let's put it at home for the time being."

As Du Wei said so, he got up and took out the rolled oil painting from his backpack.

After thinking about it, he looked up to the second floor.

"Perhaps it is a good choice to hang it in the bedroom."

...

the other side.

In Yard City.

It's a bit far from New York, so it's still raining, just changing from torrential to light.

at this time.

Tom is wearing a police uniform and driving a car on the street.

Suddenly his cell phone rang.

The contact person is his immediate supervisor.

Tom was a little puzzled, and hurriedly pressed the answer button, only to hear a majestic middle-aged voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"Tom, your judgment on the cult incident in New York is very accurate. After careful consideration, we decided to give you more rights and resources."

The moment Tom heard this, he was stunned.

what's the situation?

New York cult incident?

Is your judgment accurate?

"Wait... When you say the cult incident in New York, do you mean the Vader Cult?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Yes, if you hadn't made an accurate judgment and asked your friend Du Wei to notify the police, this matter would not have been resolved so quickly."

Tom was shocked. His good brother checked out yesterday morning and left without saying a word.

Co-authored... He went back to New York to deal with Vader Cult.

But what does this have to do with me?

He was about to explain, but the voice on the other end of the phone made him hesitate.

"In view of your outstanding performance in the recent period and the great achievements you have made this time, we have decided to transfer you back from Yard City and adjust your position again. You have the right to control the entire New York police. "

Tom struggled and said, "Thank you for your cultivation..."

The other party said with satisfaction: "Work hard, and when I retire in the future, my position will be handed over to you."

As he said that, the other party added another sentence: "Also, you have to change your habit of going to the red light district, at least not during the day, otherwise the impact will be great."

Tom said awkwardly, "I will."

After all, the other party hung up the phone directly.

And Tom's expression became extremely exciting.

"I didn't do anything fucking, can this get promoted?"

"There's also Vader Cult, shouldn't all of them be extinct?"

He thanked Du Wei from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for this friend, he would not have been promoted from a district policeman to his current position.

But he knew that every time he was promoted, he was inextricably linked with Du Wei.

Because every aftermath work is done by myself.

Tom rubbed his swollen head, and couldn't help complaining: "The last time I was promoted, it seemed that many people from Vida Cult died, and this time it was related to Vida Cult again."

"Fuck! Maybe one day these lunatics will target me."

is talking.

Tom turned the car around and drove towards the Yard City Police Station.

He has to hand over the work with the people here in Yad City before returning to New York.

However, Tom didn't notice that the road ahead of him was suddenly gloomy for a second.

A huge building shadow flashed past, completely undetectable to the naked eye.

It's the house of horrors...

If he hadn't made a U-turn, he'd have driven right into the horror house.

And before.

The member of the Vanity Cult, Crocker Mercer, once said that in the deepest part of the House of Horrors, there is a mask of the Vanity Cult.

There is a demon hidden in that mask.

He performed a blood sacrifice in the house of horrors in an unsuccessful attempt to appease the genie.

The devil ran out wearing a mask, and the rest of the horror house also mutated into some kind of weird existence.

It's the same thing as a bus.

And now, it's moving around the world, seemingly doing something.

...

This moment.

In Switzerland, the headquarters of the Church of the Evening Bells is underground.

James looked at Ryan in front of him with a serious face.

He said in a serious tone: "Mr. Ryan, I really know the Director Du Wei you mentioned. We once fought side by side. Please believe me."

During this time, James discovered Lane's secret.

This mental patient has a persistent fanaticism towards Du Wei. He always believes that Du Wei is the director of the mental hospital and will give him a promotion and salary increase.

But Ryan scolded disdainfully: "Fuck you, the director is the most powerful doctor in our hospital, don't you just want to meet with the director through me and let the director treat you? Do you think you have a secret in front of me?"

James took a deep breath, and he felt that he was about to figure out Ryan's thinking mode.

Forced a smile and said: "I and Du Wei are friends, not a doctor-patient relationship."

Ryan's eyes widened: "You actually called the director by his first name?"

James immediately changed his words: "I mean, I have a good relationship with Director Du Wei, so I think you should trust me, and you said that I am a patient, then as a doctor, you should have empathy for me right."

Ryan spat and said proudly: "Very well, you finally admitted that you are mentally ill. I am very pleased. Then I can finally treat you in the next step."

James struck while the iron was hot and said, "Actually, everyone in Twilight Bell Church is mentally ill. Everyone needs your treatment, and don't you want Director Du Wei to give you a promotion and salary increase? You join Twilight Bell and cure us all, He will give you whatever you want."

Ryan hesitated for a moment: "But I have lost contact with the director. I call him every day and keep telling him that the phone is turned off. I can't find him. How can I be promoted and raised?"

James was puzzled: "You don't seem to have a mobile phone, how did you call him?"

Ryan pointed to his head and said, "I call him every day in my dreams. Is there any problem?"

James was about to collapse, and quickly changed the subject: "So, if you join Mu Zhong to treat us, as long as everyone thinks that you are sincerely joining, how about I apply to bring you to Director Du Wei?"

Sounds reasonable.

So, Ryan tapped his head: "Then I can join the Muzhong Psychiatric Hospital, and I will be your attending physician in the future."

James was so excited that he laughed excitedly.

It's just that he didn't notice that when he laughed, his eyes were always calm and out of place...

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