Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

June 12th, 11 o'clock at night.

The bedroom on the second floor of the counseling clinic.

"call……"

Du Wei took a breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

The faint moonlight reflected into the bedroom through the curtains, but because the lights were not turned on, it seemed that the light in the room was very dim.

"Unexpectedly, I would come out of my dream in this way..."

Du Wei reached out to take off the mask in the dark, fumbled for the light switch by the bed, and pressed it lightly.

Snapped……

The lights came on, and the indoor scene became clearer.

Glancing around habitually, Du Wei sat up from the bed, reached into the backpack next to him, and checked his belongings.

Masks, flintlock guns, black umbrellas, coins, clown tokens and other items were all intact, and they did not appear to be lost in the dream.

Du Wei's tone was a bit complicated: "I didn't use any of the means I was going to get out of, but it's a good thing, at least I can probably know that it won't jump out of the dream for the time being, because it doesn't seem sure to kill me .”

"But it doesn't mean it can't come to reality, but because it still wants to devour more people's nightmares and appear in reality in the form of demons."

"At that time, as long as there are still people having nightmares, it will be equivalent to immortality."

"Unless all those people die."

"Also, I have to die, or it will last forever."

Although the contact with the nun this time is not even close to danger, and the time is very short, the danger hidden in it is actually more troublesome than any evil spirits and evil spirits that Du Wei encountered before. many.

For comparison, Sombra would attack Du Wei whenever he had the chance, but every time it was so weak that it couldn't succeed.

But the nun is different, it lurks in the dream, waiting for the transformation to the most incomprehensible, it will come to reality.

big problem...

Du Wei frowned, but recalled the letter that the nun spoke a second before being kicked out of the dream world.

...

"Is that your real name?"

Puzzled, Du Wei took out the ring in his wallet and looked at it carefully.

On the ring, the three letters val are engraved, and the letters behind are artificially erased.

And before, when he was on the bus, he saw the evil spirit wearing a gold brooch. On the brooch, he found the letter va and the letter that was suspected to be k that had been erased.

If that letter is really k.

Then what the nun said was most likely its real name.

Because all the letters are combined, and the duplicates are removed, it just happens to be...

Transliterated, it is Walaka.

Du Wei couldn't help thinking to himself: "If Valaka is its real name, why did it tell me? Once I get its real name, I can call it out and drive it out of the world, and the curse will disappear at that time. It doesn't make any sense at all."

"The logic doesn't make sense..."

"Could it be that this real name is fake, and it wants to mislead me? But it doesn't make any sense. When Lawrence's father-in-law brings those antiques, I will soon find out its real name."

At this moment, Du Wei hesitated.

Even if he instinctively felt that Valaka might be its real name, Du Wei didn't dare to call it out now.

He felt that something must be wrong.

"I'll have to wait a little longer..."

"Otherwise, once one link is wrong, things may develop into a situation that even I cannot control."

Calm and cautious is the best response to these ghosts.

Whether it is the ability to transform evil spirits or those special items, they are just means.

"Also, I have to prepare a backup plan to prevent the passive situation where the real name may be questionable."

He was referring to undoing the nun's curse without using her real name, or making it impossible to erupt forever,

into standby.

Have to think about it.

As he said this, he glanced at the time on his phone. It was past 11 o'clock, and there was still a long time before dawn.

Looking at the phone screen.

Du Wei's eyes were a little strange. He received an unfamiliar phone number in his dream, but it was Ryan who called after he got through.

Currently, Ryan is tantamount to a potential undercover agent for the Church of Twilight Bells.

It is impossible for anyone to think that he is his own person.

"I don't know if I can contact him."

Du Wei remembered the phone number very clearly, so he hesitated for a while, then picked up the phone and entered the exact number.

beep……

The phone number is not empty.

beep……

beep……

Du Wei frowned when he heard the busy tone: "No one answered? Or is this not Ryan's phone number?"

Lane is psychotic...

Although I don't know how he managed to call Du Wei in his dream, but maybe the phone number is not accurate.

It might just belong to Lane's imagination in a dream, but it just so happened that in reality, someone used the same phone number.

Du Wei sighed helplessly, and was about to hang up the phone.

But at this moment, the phone was connected.

"Hoo...hoo..."

It sounded like someone was breathing over the phone...

Probably not Ryan.

Du Wei thought for a while, then said, "Sorry, I made a typo."

After finishing speaking, we must hang up.

But on the other end of the phone, there was a low and cold laugh suddenly: "Hey...hey..."

Laughter is creepy...

Inexplicably, Du Wei felt an instinctive discomfort, but he didn't feel any danger.

He said, "Are you an evil spirit?"

Opposite: "Hey..."

Along with the cold laughter sounded again, the temperature in the bedroom also began to drop slowly.

The light bulb on the roof made the sound of electric current, and the light flickered on and off.

Du Wei raised his eyebrows. If it was an evil spirit, he really had nothing to be afraid of.

As long as it dares to appear at home, it is impossible to leave easily.

Even if he lets it run away, Du Wei will choose to mark it off, and act as a pathfinder when encountering danger.

Seriously.

Du Wei is very short of evil spirits now...

And some evil spirits may need a little help because of their different triggering methods.

For example, Roy, Du Wei's cultist neighbor at the time, made the black shadow stare at him because he stuffed a note at home.

In a sense, this is an invitation.

Therefore, Du Wei turned to the other end of the phone and said again: "My home is in North Brook District, No. 109, Queen Street. You are welcome to visit my home."

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

...

This moment.

On the outskirts of New York City, traces of the fire were clearly visible inside the former site of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

Even though more than half a month has passed, there is still no life here.

In the deepest part of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, behind the lighthouse-shaped building, is a barren cemetery.

Looking around, the tombstones are basically broken, and only one tombstone is intact.

In the night sky, a dark cloud drifted slowly, and the bright moonlight shone on the tombstone. On the upper part of the tombstone, a photo was sealed by gel.

It was a blond-haired Caucasian male, wearing a priest's uniform, with profound features, but his face was extremely pale, as if he had suffered from a serious illness...

Obviously, it is the owner of the tomb.

When Du Wei was in the Hill Mental Hospital, he learned from Mrs. Taylor, the dean, that a blond exorcist came to the Hill Mental Hospital, which was still a church at that time, twenty years ago.

Antique clocks, masks, and oil paintings are all its relics.

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