Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 62: Freezer

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 stronger the fear and fear will become.

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

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

On the first day, the two evil spirits were in check and 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 of checks began to tilt.

If it wasn't for the addition of weirder antique clocks, there might have been no more.

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 a mounting cabinet. If she still has the ability to leave home to kill people, then last night its target should be herself.

Antique clocks haven't shown many abnormalities until now. Although it is the most mysterious, the possibility is not very high.

And that ring 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 should not be them."

He kept 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 **** 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 hates the smell of blood and corpses very much. This problem appeared 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 it is the best choice to call the police at this time, in fact, Du Wei has no way of explaining why four heads appear inexplicably in his home.

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

Besides...

There are too many inexplicable things at home.

A rotten 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, this is not good at all, Mr. Du Wei, do you know? I am pulling the isolation zone at the Sofitel Hotel, and you will never know who the dead are."

"I really don't know."

"It was the cultists, four women died at once, each wrapped in a sheet, wrung to death like 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 you 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 probably still in the north. Brooke."

"By the way, I will 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, there are actually no 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.

Yah...

There was a sound of teeth-gritting wooden structures rubbing against each other.

Then, a simple ladder fell down.

There is no dust...

Because ~IndoMTL.com~ 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 obsolete 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.

This is something left by the previous owner, it seems to be used for food storage.

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

There was a clatter.

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

"Perhaps, I should find a time to get rid of all these things, just 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.

The furniture was overturned, and the floor was littered with broken cups, saucers, and some small appliances.

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

Mrs. Mina, her husband, and the little girl Kelly who was possessed by evil spirits.

It looks like the scene caused by the earthquake.

As for Mrs. Mina, she fell to the ground and looked at her daughter standing opposite her in horror.

Kelly's immature face showed no expression at all, her eyes became dark, full of malice.

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