Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

in the hotel.

The melodious piano music sounded, and the music was soft, making people drowsy.

But Tom couldn't fall asleep at all. He stared at Du Wei who was sitting on the sofa playing music on his laptop with his eyes wide open, his expression a bit broken.

Seriously.

Tom can spend several days and nights in the red light district, even if he goes out and does high-intensity work, he will not feel a problem.

But away from the red-light district and without a direct job, he couldn't bear it without sleeping.

The time is now more than five o'clock in the morning, and there is still a long time before dawn. Because of the time difference, the sun does not rise until after eight o'clock in Poland.

And ten minutes ago, after Du Wei returned to the hotel, he took his laptop and began to search for lullabies one by one.

"Good brother, why don't we look for it tomorrow, I really can't bear it now, please, I just want to sleep now!"

Tom rubbed his hair frantically, and couldn't help complaining: "And many pianists have created lullabies, at least hundreds of them, and the lullabies played by different people are also a little different. To listen to the first one, you have to find it for at least a week!"

"Also, what if you find that lullaby?"

Tom couldn't imagine the significance of Du Wei's doing so.

At this time.

After hearing this, Du Wei pressed the pause button and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot to put on the earphones. Go to sleep now. I'll look for it later."

While talking, he took out his backpack and rummaged through the earphones, and plugged them into the socket of his laptop.

Seeing this, Tom said even more helplessly: "Don't you fucking need to sleep?"

Du Wei shook his head and said, "I'm used to it, and my intuition tells me that that lullaby is very important, and I have to find it."

Tom spread his hands: "Intuition? Every woman I've ever had sex with thinks I'm rich, but in fact I'm a moonlight clan. You actually trust your intuition? It surprises me."

Du Wei glanced at him and said speechlessly: "Intuition is just a conceptual vocabulary. When you have experienced many things and encounter similar things again, your subconscious mind will help you make a judgment. The reason why I want to find that song Lullaby, because the anomaly didn't happen until after the music played."

"That might be the way to use it."

According to common sense analysis, there is no problem with the conclusion.

However, Du Wei didn't know for the time being that the lullaby wasn't played by Freddy, but from the piano itself.

Even he didn't know the name Freddy.

When Tom heard Du Wei's words, he couldn't help asking in surprise: "So you want to play a lullaby after you get that piano? You still know music?"

Du Wei shook his head: "I don't understand, but when I was young, my family enrolled me in piano classes for several months, and I still remember some basic things very clearly. As long as I can memorize the score, I should be able to play it."

His family conditions were really good when he was a child...

But later, with the death of his parents, it became a thing of the past.

Tom couldn't help mocking: "Hey... my friend, I have also learned piano, and it has been much longer than you, but since I went to the police academy, I have forgotten all those things. I remember that the teacher who taught me the piano class was in good shape, and you only took the piano version for a few months, you told me that as long as I memorized the score, I could play the piano?"

After finishing speaking, he stood up and shook his head: "I don't think you can..."

Du Wei said calmly, "I think I can."

Tom clicked his tongue in amazement, lit a cigarette for himself, and walked to the bedroom: "Okay, then Mr. Du Wei, the future piano master, I'm going to bed, you can slowly find that lullaby here, I hope one day later You can find it."

Du Wei looked at Tom's back and raised his eyebrows.

I don't seem to have the habit of bragging, why doesn't Tom believe in himself?

Memorize scores mechanically, as long as you know the keys of the piano,

Playing a simple lullaby is not a big problem.

It only takes a little bit of luck to get started quickly.

As for finding that lullaby, it won't take long.

Du Wei put his gaze back on the laptop screen...

At this point, there were only three pages of lullaby entries searched on the screen browser.

The filter condition of the browser is checked - 20 years ago.

Find a lullaby one by one.

After about ten minutes.

Du Wei's eyes lit up and he pressed the pause button.

The tune of this lullaby is exactly the same as the one he heard except for the timbre.

But at this time, Du Wei glanced at the creator's name inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly changed.

I saw on the webpage that the creator of this lullaby is Ryan Hamel.

"Lane?"

Du Wei frowned and said something, but felt strange: "It should not be the Ryan I know, he was only eight or nine years old twenty years ago."

The voice fell to the ground.

Du Wei hesitated, typed the words of Ryan Hamel in the browser, and started searching.

Soon the browser displayed Ryan Hammel's life log.

but very short...

【Name: Ryan Hammel】

[Date of Birth: 1962-? ? ? 】

[The place of birth is San Bodia, and his parents are both core members of the church...]

There is only so much information that can be found.

Couldn't even find a photo.

Du Wei was slightly relieved when he saw this. The first time he met Ryan was in the Hill Mental Hospital. He was a complete mental patient. Until the last time the dream world contacted him again, he didn't find anything wrong with him.

"But this Ryan's parents turned out to be members of the church. Maybe I should ask the church to check his information for me."

It's just random.

After Du Wei took out his mobile phone and edited an email to the church, he began to remember the score of this lullaby.

He used the clown card to make a wish and had the opportunity to get in touch with that piano.

It should be in these two days.

...

Switzerland, the sun has risen high.

Ryan and James just solved a ghost incident.

"Patient James, help me figure out how many evil spirits I have dealt with, when can I become the vice president of our psychiatric hospital?"

Ryan wore a white coat with his hands in his pockets, with a proud face, and strode arrogantly.

On his chest, there is still the identity card of the Twilight Bell Church.

Of course, in his opinion, this thing is called a medical qualification certificate.

James on the side said wearily: "You have already dealt with the three evil spirits, but it is definitely impossible to become the vice president unless you get permission from that lord."

That Your Excellency, that is, Matthew, the leader of Twilight Bell.

When Ryan heard this, he said disdainfully: "That old man is also worthy of being the dean, just wait... When I climb up to the position of deputy dean, I will kill him and let Director Du Wei take over."

James couldn't keep up with Ryan's brain circuit, and asked suspiciously: "After you became the deputy dean, why did you let Du Wei be the dean, and you will already have a higher position than him by then?"

The title of the vice president is more than one level higher than that of the director.

Ryan scratched his head and said, "The director is not the dean, how did he promote me to be his deputy?"

James struggled and said, "But the premise of what you said is that you have already become the vice president!"

Ryan spit everywhere: "You know what, the director is the guiding light in my career. He can be the dean of our psychiatric hospital, which is enough to save face. If he doesn't become the dean, why don't you?"

The logic of this remark is completely inconsistent with the previous one.

James was already used to it, and he suddenly realized: "So that's the case, then I understand what you mean."

Ryan smiled with satisfaction: "Patient James, it seems that you are recovering well, and you can keep up with my thinking. You will be discharged from the hospital soon."

James' face turned green, and he was about to argue, but Ryan suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became extremely puzzled, and he looked into the distance...

"Strange, why do I feel like someone is saying my name..."

"Hey... what's my name?"

James replied, "Isn't your name Ryan?"

Ryan tilted his head: "Then what's my last name?"

James was stunned: "This... how do I know this, and don't you remember?"

Ryan said confidently: "A professional psychiatrist like me has to take care of so many patients every day. Is there a problem that I will forget my last name?"

"It just goes to show that I'm pretty good."

...

This moment.

In the wasteland of an amusement park in central Poland, three cultists lay on the ground with their eyes closed, seemingly in a deep sleep.

The surrounding is very quiet.

Before dawn, it is actually the darkest period of the day.

Therefore, the wasteland is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly……

There was a weird gurgling sound.

One of the three cultists suddenly struggled painfully in a deep sleep. Her hands were convulsively bent, waving wildly, her mouth opened and closed, and muddy water kept coming out of her mouth and nose.

Her clothes were also soaked.

Her hair and skin were all covered in water stains.

First spit out sewage, and then a frantic cough, like a drowning person being choked into the windpipe.

Her expression was extremely painful, but she couldn't wake up from her deep sleep.

The remaining two cultists also had different strange changes.

One person's body bounced up when it touched the ground, and when it fell to the ground, all the bones collapsed, the limbs were twisted, and blood splattered everywhere.

Like a corpse that committed suicide by jumping off a building.

The last remaining person screamed in terror in a deep sleep, and that cry was full of fear and collapse.

next second.

Five sharp claws made of steel protruded from her throat...

"Woooo..."

Pooh...

The steel claw extended directly down her throat and pierced into her chest. When it was pulled out again, a beating heart was brought out.

Snapped……

The heart was pinched and burst...

Elm Street didn't make it to reality.

But a terrifying nightmare who called himself Freddy appeared in the dream because someone saw it.

Obviously, it is not the piano that can kill in a dream, but Freddy.

That piano is just a special item that suppresses it and restricts it.

...

Early the next morning.

Among the hotels.

Du Wei sat on the sofa expressionlessly, looking at an email from the church on the laptop screen.

The mail reads the following.

[In 1986, Ryan Hamel graduated from a church school. His parents were both core members of the church. He loved art and became an exorcist in the same year]

[In 1989, Ryan Hamel went to Poland and fell in love with an old nun who was more than 20 years older than him on Elm Street. Under the strict punishment of the church, Ryan Hamel was expelled and became a non-staff]

[In 1994, the church lost all news of Ryan Hammel, who was suspected to be dead]

...

At this time, Tom came out of the bedroom, stretched himself and asked Du Wei curiously: "Hey, you haven't slept all night?"

"Yes……"

The voice is a bit hoarse...

Du Wei raised his head and glanced at Tom. His face was slightly haggard, but his eyes became calmer.

"I've learned that lullaby, and now I have something for you to do."

There was a hint of fatigue in his tone.

Tom asked in surprise, "Really?"

Du Wei said coldly, "Why should I lie to you?"

Tom immediately gave a thumbs up: "As expected of you..."

Although he didn't think Du Wei could do it, since his good brother had already said it, there was no need to ask further.

So he hurriedly asked, "By the way, what do you want me to do?"

Du Wei said calmly: "I want you to help me find the Polish police to find out if there was an exorcist named Ryan Hamel living in Elm Street twenty years ago, and help me find out who lived there at that time." A middle-aged nun in her mid-40s on Elm Street."

Judging from the information given by the church and the information he has found so far.

That exorcist named Lane Hamel may have left something on Elm Street, and he seems to have some kind of connection with the horror on Elm Street.

Even Du Wei suspected that the humanoid silhouette playing the piano was the dead Ryan Hamel.

After hearing Du Wei's words, Tom immediately called the Polish police without any hesitation.

After a while.

Someone on the other end of the phone found the relevant information.

Tom's face suddenly became extremely exciting.

After he hung up the phone, he said to Du Wei: "That guy named Ryan Hamel actually fell in love with an old nun in his forties, fuck! The son of that old nun is older than him .”

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Father Tony will definitely have a common language with him!"

Du Wei frowned and asked, "Is there any other news?"

Tom hurriedly said: "It's nothing else, but the Polish police told me that that Ryan Hamel had been to Elm Street twice, the first time because he fell in love with the middle-aged nun, and the second time because of Elm Street There are horror stories in the streets."

Du Wei narrowed his eyes: "Continue."

Tom continued: "That horror legend is related to the middle-aged nun, to be precise, her son Freddy Krueger."

"Freddie Krueger was a freak who harassed the little kids on Elm Street and was burned alive by angry parents, but since then, every day Freddy dies, there are kids Died in a dream."

Hearing this, Du Wei took a deep breath and said, "So, when Ryan Hamel came to Elm Street for the second time, did the fire follow?"

Tom nodded and said, "That's right, and it's said that someone heard a lullaby on the day Elm Street was on fire..."

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