Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

boom……

Alex's body fell heavily to the floor.

The eyes are closed, and the pretty face seems to be distorted because of the pain. The bent legs are slowly separated with the shift of the center of gravity, and they are in a lying posture.

Du Wei let out a foul breath, walked to her side, closed the silver cross dagger, and stuffed it into his clothes.

behind.

The weird antique clock has been completely wrapped in the shroud, and all the weird changes around it have disappeared.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

...

He struggled to open his eyes, but there was a faint pain in the back of his head and back.

Alex frowned, shook his head, and sat up from the sofa.

Opposite her, Du Wei with a cold face was playing with a ring with certain letters faintly engraved on it... val?

"You slept for over an hour, Miss Alex."

"Has...has it been this long?"

Alex rubbed his shoulders, always feeling that something happened after he fell asleep.

"I'm really sorry to make you wait so long."

"It doesn't matter."

Du Wei smiled at her, put the ring in his pocket, and said to her: "First of all, I would like to congratulate you. Your condition has improved. For the next period of time, as long as you take the medicine normally, you should be fine. .”

"I'll take my medicine on time, but are you sure you didn't do anything to me after I fell asleep?"

Alex felt the pain in his body, and looked at Du Wei with strange eyes.

Du Wei said helplessly: "Don't worry, I really didn't do anything to you."

"All right……"

Alex felt a little lost, and then she noticed that beside Du Wei's hand was an object wrapped in brown linen, which looked familiar.

"What's this?"

Alex was a little puzzled. She remembered that when Du Wei came, he didn't seem to have brought anything except for consultation cases.

Du Wei was silent for a while and said, "This is your antique clock."

"Ah?" Alex asked with surprise in his eyes, "What do you mean? Do you like this antique clock very much?"

Du Wei said with a stiff face, "Yes, I'm going to buy it."

Alex's eyes became even more surprised, and he asked cautiously, "This is an antique clock from the mid-18th century. Are you going to buy it? Do you know its price?"

Du Wei: ...

Mid-18th century?

Doesn't sound cheap...

"How much?"

He looked into Alex's eyes, feeling very helpless.

Originally, he had enough time to take this abnormal antique clock away, but this would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Furthermore, even telling Alex that her problems were caused by the antique clock would be hard to believe and would cause more trouble.

After all, in the eyes of most people, this world is scientific, and evil spirits are nothing more than ancient legends, words in novels, and pictures in movies.

But if you spend money to buy...

Although he is rich, compared with Alex, a rich woman, he is simply the difference between a middle- and lower-middle-class poor peasant and wealth and freedom.

Not to mention anything else, just a set of furniture in Alex's house is probably enough to buy his psychological counseling clinic.

Alex didn't know what Du Wei was thinking, and said with a faint smile: "It's not expensive, I bought it together with a batch of antiques at the auction, and I was planning to give it to my dad, but later I thought this antique clock was very interesting. I just kept it at home, but I can’t remember its exact price, it should only be 800,000.”

Actually, Alex remembered clearly that the price of the antique clock was 1.8 million,

But she felt that if she told Du Wei the real price, she might scare him.

There is a saying that the gap between the rich and the poor is not in money, but in the values ​​of both parties.

She didn't want Du Wei to feel that the living environment of the two of them was so different that there would be a sense of estrangement, so she deliberately erased one million.

But Du Wei didn't know the kindness of the woman in front of him, and when he heard 800,000, he fell silent.

The exchange rates between the world currencies have basically not changed much.

Converting the 800,000 knives into the amount of Dongfang, basically multiplied by six times and seven times.

Um……

That's a lot of money.

Du Wei really wanted to say sorry, but when he thought about his current situation, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Can I get a loan?"

"puff……"

Alex smiled, and looked at Du Wei playfully: "Actually, it is broken now, and the maintenance techniques have been lost. The value is not as high as I said, it is estimated to be only about 200,000. If you want to buy it , I can sell it to you cheaper."

After speaking, she leaned forward again, approached Du Wei, and said seriously: "Actually, as long as you ask, I can give it to you."

When Du Wei heard this, how could he not know what Alex meant, he gave a wry smile and rubbed his forehead.

"I'll transfer the money to you now."

When Alex heard this, a trace of tenderness from the heart flashed in his eyes.

She felt that she was in love.

...

Afternoon, 16:34.

The rain was getting heavier and the sky was getting darker.

Du Wei drove his Subaru Impreza on the road.

On the co-pilot's seat, the antique clock wrapped in a shroud is secured by a seat belt.

After buying the antique clock from Alex, Du Wei's mood was very complicated.

He has always been a rational person and will not affect himself because of certain things, but this time he really owes a lot of favors.

Although, he also solved Alex's troubles.

But with the latter, everything is unconscious.

He checked the price of this antique clock, and only found an auction record of 1.3 million for a clock in the late 18th century that looked even more dilapidated.

In the end, Alex sold it to Du Wei for 200,000 yuan.

As a price for favors, next Tuesday, the day after tomorrow, he agreed to spend a day with Alex.

Du Wei sighed quietly, and glanced at his face in the rearview mirror.

Calm, indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

But it's really handsome...

...

at this time.

Near the psychological counseling clinic, isolation belts have been pulled up.

Many passers-by around were stopping to observe, and some reporters also rushed over one after another.

Many Northbrook law enforcement officers in uniform are maintaining order, otherwise, these bold reporters and citizens don't know what will happen.

Take photos and post them online?

That would no doubt cause an uproar.

"fuck!"

Police officer Tom threw the burned cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, his face extremely solemn.

"Damn, the weird cases encountered in these two days are more than the number of times I went to the red light district this month."

At this moment, he raised his head and saw a brand new Subaru Impreza stopped across the road, his expression darkened immediately, and he hurried up.

"Hey, Dr. Du Wei, I have already called someone to notify you, but your phone has not been connected. If you don't come back again, I'm afraid I will offer you a reward."

Du Wei opened the car door, and the first sentence he heard when he got out made him frown.

"What's the meaning?"

Tom turned his head and motioned him to look at the house with the isolation belt behind him: "Two very bad news, your neighbor Roy died at home, someone saw her passing by your door before she died, now You are inseparable from this case."

Du Wei frowned: "What about the other one?"

Tom stared him in the eyes and said, "I have to say, it's a miracle you're still alive as neighbors like that."

When he said this, he leaned in front of Du Wei and stared closely into his eyes: "Roy is a cultist, we found a lot of blood in her home, as well as some special symbols and circle rituals, You know, these people's minds are full of water, and it's hard for me to guarantee that her friend won't have some dangerous thoughts about you, for example, kill you."