Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 309: Administrative Physician Ryan

Inside the psychological counseling clinic.

Everything has returned to calm.

Du Wei sat on the sofa, holding a pencil in his white right hand, and wrote the following on the paper:

【1. Choose the right evil spirit, use the marking ability to form your own forces, and reduce the number of evil spirits you turn into】

【2. Mark the evil spirit with shadow, bus, Annabelle】

【3. There are no evil spirits to be marked yet, we need to select absolutely safe evil spirits to act as oppressors】

[4. Unresolved matters, antique clocks, and possible curses]

This is the end of my writing.

Du Wei has sorted out a clear and accurate context of what he will do in the future.

To form an evil spirit force, you have to find suitable evil spirits, you have to be safer, and at the end of the day, you have to be within your controllable range.

Sombra and the bus are currently the safest to be marked.

Even if Sombra always wanted to kill himself.

Annabelle's safety level is inferior to that of the bus.

But still within the acceptable range.

The ability of the mark will make the evil spirit appear beside Du Wei regardless of distance and space.

If the marked evil spirit has a grudge against him, then this ability can basically only be used to commit suicide.

But if it's marking a bus, something like Annabelle, it won't make things too bad.

At least, within Du Wei's control.

This is how he arranges the marking ability.

As for the evil spirits that are malicious towards him, Du Wei will also selectively mark some, because he has a lot of items on him and has the ability to protect himself.

"Not counting the marked evil spirits, I have six evil spirits with me, which is enough for the time being."

Among the items that Du Wei carried with him, masks, coins, umbrellas, clown cards, and flintlock guns, each of them contained evil spirits.

The two sides of the coin represent an evil spirit.

"There is also that oil painting, I rarely use it, unless I go to school again, let's put it at home for the time being."

As Du Wei said so, he got up and took out the rolled oil painting from his backpack.

After thinking for a while, he looked up to the second floor.

"Perhaps, hanging in the bedroom is a good choice."

…

The other side.

In Yard City.

It's a bit far from New York, so it's still raining, just changing from heavy to light.

At this time.

Tom is wearing a police uniform and driving a car on the street.

Suddenly his cell phone rang.

A contact is his direct report.

Tom was a little puzzled, and hurriedly pressed the answer button, only to hear a majestic middle-aged voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"Tom, your judgment on the cult incident in New York is very accurate. After careful consideration, we decided to give you more rights and resources."

The moment Tom heard this, he was stunned.

What's going on?

Cult incident in New York?

Is your judgment accurate?

"Wait... When you say the cult incident in New York, do you mean the Vader Cult?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Yes, if you hadn't made an accurate judgment and asked your friend Du Wei to notify the police, this matter could not be resolved so quickly."

Tom was shocked. His good brother checked out yesterday morning and left without saying a word.

Co-author... He went back to New York to deal with Vader Cult.

But what does this have to do with me?

He was about to explain, but the voice on the other end of the phone made him hesitate.

"In view of your recent outstanding performance and the great achievements you have made this time, we have decided to transfer you back from Yard City, and will adjust your position again. You have the police in the entire New York power domination."

Tom struggled and said: "Thank you for your cultivation..."

The other party said with satisfaction: "Work hard, and when I retire in the future, my position will be handed over to you."

Speaking, the other party added another sentence: "Also, you have to change your habit of going to the red light district, at least not during the day, otherwise the impact will be great."

Tom said awkwardly: "I will."

After that, the other party hung up the phone directly.

And Tom's expression became extremely exciting.

"I didn't do anything fucking, can I be promoted?"

"There is also Vader Cult, shouldn't they all die?"

He thanked Du Wei from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for this friend, he wouldn't have been promoted from a district policeman to his current position.

But he knew that every time he was promoted, he was inextricably linked with Du Wei.

Because every time the aftermath is done, I do it myself.

Tom rubbed his swollen head, and couldn't help complaining: "The last time I was promoted, it seemed that a lot of people from Vida Cult died, and this time it was related to Vida Cult again."

"Fuck! Maybe one day these lunatics will target me."

Just talking.

Tom turned the car around and drove towards the Yard City Police Station.

He has to hand over the work with the people in Yad City before returning to New York.

It's just that Tom didn't notice that in front of the road he was going to drive, it was suddenly gloomy for a second.

A huge building shadow flashed past, completely undetectable to the naked eye.

It is the house of horrors...

If he hadn't turned around, he would have driven right into the horror house.

And before.

The member of the Vanity Sect, Crocker Mercer once said that in the deepest part of the House of Horrors, there is a mask of the Vanity Sect.

There is a demon hidden in that mask.

He performed a blood sacrifice in the house of horrors in an unsuccessful attempt to appease the genie.

The demon spirit ran out wearing a mask, and the rest of the horror house also mutated into some kind of strange existence.

It's the same thing as a bus.

And right now, it's moving around the world, seemingly doing something.

…

This moment.

In Switzerland, underground the headquarters of the Church of the Evening Bells.

James looked at Ryan in front of him with a serious face.

He said in a serious tone: "Mr. Ryan, I really know the Director Du Wei you mentioned. We once fought side by side. Please believe me."

During this time, James discovered Ryan's secret.

This mental patient is obsessed with Du Wei. He always believes that Du Wei is the director of the mental hospital and will give him a promotion and a salary increase.

But Ryan scolded disdainfully: "Fuck you, the director is the most powerful doctor in our hospital, don't you just want to meet with the director through me and ask the director to treat you? Do you think you have something in front of me?" Secret?"

James took a deep breath, he felt that he was about to figure out Ryan's thinking mode.

Forcibly squeezed out a smile and said, "Du Wei and I are friends, not a doctor-patient relationship."

Ryan's eyes widened: "You actually called the director by his first name?"

James immediately changed his words: "I mean, I have a good relationship with Director Du Wei, so I think you should trust me, and you said that I am a patient, then you, as a doctor, should have sympathy for me." Reason is right."

Lian spit and said proudly: "Very well, you finally admitted that you are mentally ill. I am very pleased. I can finally treat you in the next step."

James said while the iron was hot: "In fact, the people in Twilight Bell Church are all mentally ill, and everyone needs your treatment, and don't you want Director Du Wei to give you a promotion and salary increase? You join Twilight Bell, and we all Heal, he will give you whatever you want."

Lian hesitated for a moment: "But I have lost contact with the director~IndoMTL.com~ I call him every day, and it keeps telling him that the phone is turned off. I can't find him. How can I be promoted and raised?"

James was puzzled: "You don't seem to have a mobile phone, how did you call him?"

Lian pointed to his head and said, "I call him every day in my dream, what's the problem?"

James was about to collapse, and quickly changed the subject: "So, if you join Mu Zhong to treat us, as long as everyone thinks that you are sincerely joining, how about I apply to bring you to Director Du Wei?"

Sounds reasonable.

So, Ryan tapped his head: "Then I can join the Muzhong Mental Hospital, and I will be your attending physician in the future."

James was so excited that he laughed excitedly.

It's just that he didn't notice that when he laughed, his eyes were always calm and out of place...

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