Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Three hundred and forty-two, Director Du Wei, I blow it up

"Huh..."

cold, deep...

The body seemed to sink into the sea, into the abyss.

His consciousness was in a trance, and it seemed that he could hear murmurs like the tide in his ears, which were indistinct.

James only felt a pair of cold and calm eyes staring at him, the revealed will, wanting to make himself do something.

He couldn't help asking in his heart: "Who are you?"

But there was no answer.

Under the gaze of that gaze, all of James' secrets were undoubtedly exposed.

He even felt that the other party knew all his memories and experiences from childhood to adulthood, and even his personality and self.

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

James couldn't bear this sense of oppression, and he prayed to the Lord in pain, hoping to get some relief.

Because he felt that his consciousness had already begun to distort, and had even been affected a long time ago.

That gaze was fixed on him all the time, cold and deep...

Some mutations are subtle.

...

"call……"

James opened his eyes suddenly, heaved a sigh of relief, sweating profusely, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

His face was full of bewilderment, but his eyes were cold and calm. The original blue pupils also had a strange change in color, which at first glance seemed a bit like the characteristics of an oriental person.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

"You are sick, you have a very serious illness, but my medical skills can't cure you, only the director can cure you."

Hearing this, James was shocked, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Then his face turned green...

He saw Ryan pissing in the bathroom, leaving the door open, sticking his head out, grinning at him, showing his neat teeth.

How do you look, how awkward...

"Why are you in my room again?"

James suppressed his anger and said, "You should stay in your room and sleep at this time. Don't try to drag me out in the middle of the night to trouble the evil spirits."

Ryan pulled up his pants, scratched his head and said, "But it's daytime now."

James was taken aback: "Bai... During the day? But I just felt like I slept for a while..."

His memory still stays at the moment when he was lying on the bed.

Ryan came out of the bathroom, looked at James carefully, with a serious expression.

You know, he's a psychopath.

It made James uncomfortable to be looked at that way by a psychopath.

He said with an ugly face: "What do you want to do?"

Ryan said seriously: "Let me tell you, Director Du Wei, I will blow it up. If you imitate him again, I, Ryan, will definitely teach you how to behave."

James froze: "I'm imitating him? How is it possible."

When Ryan heard this, he snorted coldly and said: "Patient James, you can't fool me, you are just imitating the director, especially your eyes, I feel embarrassed, I have to treat you Electrotherapy, let you know your way back.”

James laughed angrily: "All right, all right,

You give me electrotherapy, if you can find the electrotherapy device in Muzhong, I will never sleep again from now on, and I will accompany you to solve the evil spirit incident 24 hours a day. "

Ryan's eyes widened: "That's what you said."

As he said that, he immediately walked up to James, held James' only remaining hand with both hands, and pulled him to press on the electrical plug in the house.

Mental patients have independent worldviews and cognitions.

For Lane, he stubbornly believes that he is a doctor.

In his view, hunters like James are all mentally ill, and if they are ill, they must be treated.

To him, there is no difference between electrical plugs and electrotherapy instruments.

He was, after all, an excellent psychiatrist.

James broke down and struggled crazily: "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, don't do this, I will never dare to be a model director again, I will go out with you to solve the evil spirit incident, I will close my eyes and return Can't you, I will wear sunglasses in the future..."

"If you do that, we'll both be electrocuted!"

"Lian, calm down!"

...

This moment.

At New York's international airport, Du Wei and Tom came to a nearby parking lot.

The McLaren GT was parked in the parking space.

After the two got into the car, Tom couldn't help but sighed, "New York is more comfortable. I don't want to go to Poland, that damn place in my life."

Tom had almost forgotten about that strange dream.

Only the cult girl in his dream was remembered very clearly, and Tom felt a little guilty when he thought of the scars on those women.

fuck!

He felt that he had suddenly lost interest in women.

Thinking of this, Tom couldn't help but said to Du Wei who was driving: "Brother, you send me to the church later, I have something to ask Father Tony."

Du Wei asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Tom said awkwardly: "I want to discuss theology with him."

Du Wei took a deep look at Tom: "He's too old, he really can't handle it...and I have to deal with the troubles in New York these two days. If you two have another accident, I can't help you."

It occurred to him that he knew what Tom meant without thinking.

My good friend and Father Tony have become frequent visitors to the red-light district. Whenever the two meet, they will go to the red-light district.

theology?

When the word came out of Tom's mouth, it was tantamount to profanity.

Tom patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will never take Father Tony to the red-light district. I just want to ask him to learn about the charm of divorced young women."

Du Wei said helplessly, "Okay..."

With that said, Du Wei turned the steering wheel and drove towards the church in North Brook.

All the way unimpeded.

About half an hour.

The car arrived at the door of the church.

After the two got out of the car, Tom rushed into the church excitedly.

And Du Wei also intends to go in and have a look, after all, it's not appropriate to just leave like this.

But just as he was about to go in, the phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that the person on the caller ID was his future father-in-law, Lawrence Wittbach.

Du Wei hurriedly pressed the answer button, and heard a deep voice on the other end of the phone: "Good morning, my son, I have bought all the antiques for you, and they are being transported to New York by special plane, and they will arrive in the afternoon." .”

He smiled and said, "Thank you uncle."

Lawrence said indifferently: "We will be a family in the future. You don't have to be so polite. Although it will make me feel that you are very well educated, too much politeness will make me feel unfamiliar."

Du Wei said awkwardly: "I will."

Lawrence hummed and said, "By the way, Alex told me that you stayed at home these two days and didn't go to her. Is there any friction between you?"

Du Wei raised his eyebrows: "No, it's just that I've been dealing with the curse these two days...it's inconvenient to tell her these things."

Immediately, I heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"So do you need any help, my son-in-law?"

Du Wei said calmly: "If possible, I hope you can send me a photo of the stele about the demon's real name and the information deciphered by your team."

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