Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

first floor.

Du Wei looked at the heads of the four women on the ground with an extremely indifferent expression.

Each head seemed to be pulled down abruptly by some kind of huge force.

The facial features are distorted and hideous. Although they have solidified, it can still be seen from the bloodstains spreading on the ground that when the four heads came to the house, they must be dripping with blood.

"Why are there so many heads in my home?"

Du Wei said something in a low voice, and when he raised his head again, his face was full of doubts.

This is a very important question, and the consequences are fatal.

The evil spirit is contagious, and the more people it kills, the more fear and fear it will become.

The evil spirit brought by Aisha, the medium is to know its information.

The transmission medium of the evil spirit brought by the post is sight and hearing, and no other transmission medium has been found for the time being.

On the first day, the two evil spirits were in balance, and neither could overwhelm the other, so everything was safe.

The next day, the evil spirit brought by the post killed Mrs. Mina's brother, Luke Conan Doyle, and the balance began to tilt.

If it wasn't for the addition of weirder antique clocks at the back, it might not have existed for a long time.

Thinking of this, Du Wei's heart sank slightly, and he turned his head to stare at the antique clocks and Annabelle hanging on the wall, especially staying at the former for a long time.

Annabelle herself has been corroded by bone meal, and now she is locked in the framing cabinet. If she still has the ability to leave home to kill people, then last night its target should be herself.

Antique clocks don't have many abnormal performances so far. Although it is the most mysterious, the possibility is not very high.

And that ring engraved with the letter val...

Du Wei couldn't help laughing, he felt that he was just drinking poison to quench his thirst, and he couldn't stop at all, as long as there was a slight mistake, he didn't even know how he died.

"It shouldn't be them."

He keeps himself calm. Take a deep breath and make a judgment.

The evil spirit brought by Aisha, the media has been strictly restricted by Du Wei, as long as he doesn't say it, he can't leave this room.

The only thing left is the evil spirit who can post on the Internet by himself, spreading sex and terror.

Think about it.

Du Wei walked to the doorless cabinet on the first floor, took out a roll of garbage bags from it, and started cleaning.

He hated the smell of blood and corpses. This problem arose after dissecting a special corpse in his junior year.

That's why he turned to become a psychiatrist.

Each head was put into a garbage bag by Du Wei, and then carefully cleaned up the blood.

Although calling the police was the best choice at this time, in fact, Du Wei couldn't explain why four heads appeared inexplicably in his home.

Even Police Officer Tom, who knew about the evil spirit, would probably have doubts, thinking that he had something to do with this incident.

Besides...

There are too many unexplainable things at home.

A rotting woman's arm made out of an antique clock, and Roy's missing head.

All kinds of things, as long as they are discovered, normal people will think that Du Wei is an extremely cold-blooded terrorist killer.

However, when Du Wei was cleaning up the blood with a disposable towel, his cell phone rang suddenly.

The contact person is Officer Tom.

Looking at the phone screen, Du Wei was silent for a while before pressing the answer button.

"Good morning, Tom."

"Actually, it's not good at all, Mr. Du Wei, you know? I'm pulling the isolation zone at the Sofitel Hotel. You can never imagine who the dead are."

"I really don't know."

"It was the cultists who killed four women at once, each wrapped in a sheet,

It was like wringing out a towel, there was blood all over the room, I almost threw up! fuck! ! ! "

"Damn, I'm going crazy, I haven't been to the red light district for a month, I...I...fuck!!"

"Hello? Mr. Du Wei, are you listening?"

"Um... yes, I'm listening."

Du Wei glanced down at the four garbage bags at hand, and asked in a normal tone, "Let me guess, are their heads gone?"

"Um...yes, how do you know?"

"...Guess."

"Okay, but I suggest that you better be careful, because I transferred the surveillance records from the hotel staff. There are 20 of them in total, and now only 4 are dead, and the rest are estimated to be in the North Brook area. "

"By the way, I'll send you some information right now. I suspect this is an evil spirit incident."

...

After hanging up the phone, Du Wei walked all the way to the second floor with four garbage bags.

The house he rented has a small half-floor attic, which is basically used for storing sundries.

Although, in fact, there is nothing clutter to speak of.

When he reached the innermost part of the second floor, Du Wei raised his head and saw the handle on the ceiling.

Then, he casually picked up the hook placed aside, put it on the handle, and pulled it lightly.

yay...

There was a tooth-sickening sound of wooden structures rubbing against each other.

Then, a simple ladder fell down.

and no dust...

Because Du Wei had entered the attic once a few days ago.

The space in the attic is not very large, with a vertical height of only two meters. Directly opposite is a glass window. Although it is blocked by old curtains, it still reflects faint light.

There are some discarded furniture around, including a sofa, a table, a bed, and several broken lamps.

In addition, there is an old-fashioned freezer with a height of one meter, with the door opening above.

It was left over from the previous owner, and seems to have been used for food storage.

A few days ago, Du Wei passed electricity to the freezer and it can be used normally.

There was a crash.

The door of the freezer was opened, and there was a black plastic bag inside.

"Perhaps, I should find a time to get rid of all these things, but I need to be cautious."

Du Wei said this to himself, and at the same time threw the rest of the garbage bags in. After closing the door again, the faint smell of blood had dissipated a lot.

...

At this time, the other side.

Mrs. Mina's house is already in a mess.

Furniture had been overturned, and broken cups, saucers, and small appliances were strewn all over the floor.

The family photo hanging on the wall also fell to the ground, and the glass shattered, revealing the photos inside.

Mrs. Mina, her husband, and the little girl Kelly possessed by the evil spirit.

It looks like the scene caused by the earthquake.

Mrs. Mina, on the other hand, fell to the ground, looking at her daughter standing opposite her in horror.

Kelly's immature face was expressionless, and her eyes became dark, full of malice.

"Mom, why did you take me to see that psychiatrist again?"