Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 2: In 1)

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 any problem.

But he left the red-light district and didn't have a direct job, so 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 will not rise until after eight o'clock in Poland.

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

"Brother, why don't we look for it tomorrow, I really can't handle it right now, please, I just want to sleep now!"

Tom rubbed his hair frantically, and couldn't help complaining: "Moreover, many pianists have composed lullabies, at least hundreds of them, and the lullabies played by different people have different tunes. If you listen to it one by one like this, you will have to look for 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 speaking, he took out his backpack and rummaged through the earphones, and plugged them into the socket of his laptop.

Seeing this, Tom said more helplessly: "Don't you **** 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: "Instinct? Every woman I've ever had **** with thinks I'm rich, but in fact I'm a moonshine. 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 The lullaby was found because the anomaly occurred after the music started."

"This might be the way to use it."

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

It's just that Du Wei doesn'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." /

When he was young, his family conditions were really good...

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 completely forgotten those things , I just 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 scores, I could play the piano?"

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

But Du Wei said calmly: "I think I can."

Tom was amazed, 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 you can find it in one day."

Looking at Tom's back, Du Wei raised his eyebrows.

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

Memorizing the score 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 refocused his eyes on the laptop screen...

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

The browser's filter criteria is checked - 20 years ago.

Look for lullabies one by one.

It took 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 moment, Du Wei glanced at the creator's name inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly changed.

On the webpage, 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 for a moment, entered the words of Ryan Hamel in the browser, and started searching.

The life log of Ryan Hammel was soon displayed in the browser.

But very short...

[Name: Ryan Hammel]

[Date of Birth: 1962-? ? ? 】

【The place of birth is Santa Bodia, and his parents are both core members of the church...】

There is only so much information that can be searched.

Not even a photo can be found.

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 Dream World contacted him again, he didn't find anything wrong with him. .

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

This is 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 to have access to that piano.

It should be in these two days.

…

Switzerland, the sun is already 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, showing pride, and strode arrogantly.

On his chest, there is still an 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 exhaustedly: "You have already solved the three evil spirits, but it is definitely impossible to become the vice president unless you get permission from that lord."

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

When Ryan heard this, he said disdainfully: "That bad 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 vice president, why did you let Du Wei be the dean? By that time, you will already have a higher position than him?"

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

Lian 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 become the vice president!"

Lian spit on the ground: "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, don't you?" ?”

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

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

Lian 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 in a short time."

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 pronouncing my name..."

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

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

Lian tilted his head: "Then what is my last name?"

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

Lian 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?"

"This only shows that I am very good."

…

This moment.

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

The surrounding area is very quiet.

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

As a result, the wasteland is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly...

There was a strange gurgling sound.

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

The clothes on her body also became soaked.

The hair and skin are all covered with water stains.

First spit out sewage, and then coughed frantically, as if a drowning person was choked into the trachea.

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 spattered everywhere.

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

The last remaining person screamed in terror in his deep sleep, his voice was full of fear and collapse.

The next second.

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

"Woo..."

Puff...

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.

Crack...

The heart was pinched and burst...

Em Street did not succeed in coming to reality.

But a horrible 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.

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

…

Early next morning.

Among the hotels.

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

The message 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 hired a non-staff member】

[In 1994, the church lost all news of Ryan Hamel, and it was suspected that he was 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 said 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 check whether there was an exorcist named Ryan Hammel living in Elm Street twenty years ago, and help me check , a middle-aged nun in her 40s who lived on Elm Street at the time."

According to the information given by the church and the information he has found so far.

That exorcist named Lane Hamel may have left something behind on Elm Street, and he seems to have some kind of connection to the terrifying presence on Elm Street ~IndoMTL.com~.

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

After hearing what Du Wei said, Tom immediately called the Polish police without any hesitation.

In a short time.

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

Tom's face suddenly became extremely exciting.

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

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 It's because of the horror stories that happened on Elm Street."

Du Wei narrowed his eyes: "Continue."

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

"Freddie Krueger is a pervert. He often harassed the children on Elm Street. He was later burned to death by angry parents, but since then, every day Freddy died, he There will be children who die in dreams."

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: "Yes, and it is said that someone heard a lullaby on the day Elm Street was on fire..."

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