Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 342: Director Du Wei, I blow it up

? "Call..."

Cold, deep...

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

Consciousness is in a trance, and it seems that I can hear murmurs like tides in my ears, which are indistinct.

James could only feel 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 do you want me to do?"

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

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

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

Some mutations are subtle.

……

"Hoo..."

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 **** in the bathroom, leaving the door open, sticking his head out, grinning at him, showing his neat teeth.

How do you look at it, 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 feel 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 in this 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 teach you how to behave."

James was stunned: "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 am embarrassed by seeing them, I have to Perform electrotherapy on you, so that you will come back when you are lost."

James laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, give me electrotherapy. If you can find the electrotherapy device in Twilight Bell, I will never sleep again, and I will accompany you 24 hours a day to solve the evil spirit incident."

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

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

Mental patients have an independent worldview and cognition.

For Ryan, 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 cured.

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

He is, after all, an excellent psychiatrist.

James broke down and struggled frantically: "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 now to solve the evil spirit incident, I put my eyes Is it okay to close it, I will wear sunglasses in the future..."

"If you do this, we will 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 is parked in the parking space.

After the two got into the car, Tom couldn't help but sighed: "It's still comfortable to stay in New York. I don't want to go to Poland, that ghostly place in my life."

That strange dream has been almost forgotten by Tom.

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

Fuck!

He felt that he suddenly lost interest in women.

Thinking of this, Tom couldn't help but said to Du Wei who was driving: "Good brother, you can 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 is 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 having to think about it.

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?

This word comes out of Tom's mouth, which is tantamount to blasphemy.

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 understand 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.

There is no obstacle along the way.

About half an hour.

The car arrived at the door of the church.

After the two got out of the car ~IndoMTL.com~ Tom rushed into the church excitedly.

And Du Wei also planned to go in and have a look. After all, they have already come, so it is 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 thick 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, about afternoon It will be there.”

He smiled and said, "Thank you uncle."

Lawrence said indifferently: "We will be a family in the future, and you don't have to be so polite. Although this 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 not convenient 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."