Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 334: 332. Artist (two s in one)

Chapter 334: 332. Artist (two chapters in one)

In the hotel.

Soft piano music began to play, soothing and sleep-inducing.

But Tom couldn’t sleep at all. He stared with wide-open eyes at Du Wei, who was using his laptop to play the music while sitting on the couch, his expression on the verge of collapse.

Honestly speaking.

Tom could party in the Red Light District for several days and nights, and even after coming out and doing high-intensity work, he wouldn’t feel any problem.

But away from the Red Light District and without any direct work, he simply couldn’t hold up without sleep.

Now it was past five in the morning, and there was still a long time before daylight, as the sun wouldn’t rise until after eight o’clock in Poland due to the time difference.

About ten minutes earlier, as soon as Du Wei returned to the hotel, he started searching through lullabies on his laptop, one after another.

“Dude, let’s search again tomorrow, I really can’t take it anymore, I’m begging you, all I want is to sleep now!”

Tom rubbed his hair frantically, unable to help but complain, “Also, there are many piano versions of lullabies composed by various pianists, at least a hundred, and the tune varies a bit with different performances. If you keep listening one by one, it’ll take at least a week!”

“And what if you do find that lullaby? Then what?”

Tom completely failed to imagine the significance of what Du Wei was doing.

At that moment.

Hearing this, Du Wei pressed the pause button, and with a bit of an apologetic tone said, “Sorry, I forgot to use headphones. You go to sleep now, I’m just going to look a little longer.”

As he spoke, he searched his backpack for his earphones and plugged them into the laptop.

Seeing this, Tom said with even greater resignation, “Do you not need sleep at all?”

Du Wei shook his head, “I’m already used to it. Besides, my intuition tells me that lullaby is important, I must find it.”

Tom spread his hands, “Intuition? Every woman I’ve ever been with thinks I’m rich, but in reality, I’m from the Moonlight Clan. You actually believe in intuition? I’m surprised.”

Du Wei glanced at him and said speechlessly, “Intuition is just a conceptual term. When you’ve experienced many things, and you encounter similar situations again, your subconscious helps you make a judgment. I want to find that lullaby because the anomalies only occurred after the music started playing.”

“This could be a way to use it.”

The conclusion drawn from logical analysis had no problems.

However, what Du Wei was not yet aware of was that the lullaby had not been played by Freddy but originated from the piano itself.

He did not even know the name Freddy.

Hearing Du Wei’s words, Tom asked in surprise, “So you’re suggesting that after getting that piano, you’ll play a lullaby? You even understand music?”

Du Wei shook his head, “Not really, but when I was younger, my family signed me up for a few months of piano classes. I remember the basics quite clearly, so as long as I can memorize the score, I should be able to play, clumsily.”

His family circumstances had been very good when he was young…

However, that all became the past following his parents’ death.

Tom couldn’t help but mock, “Hey… buddy, I actually took piano lessons too, and for much longer than you did. But ever since I joined the police academy, I forgot all that stuff. I only remember that my piano teacher had a nice figure. You only went to a few months of piano classes, and you’re telling me you just have to remember the score to play the piano?”

After speaking, he stood up and shook his head, “I don’t think you can do it…”

But Du Wei calmly stated, “I think I can.”

Tom clicked his tongue in wonder, lit a cigarette for himself, and then headed toward the bedroom, “Okay then, future piano master Mr. Du Wei, I’m off to sleep. Take your time searching for that lullaby. I hope you find it by tomorrow.”

Du Wei watched Tom’s retreating back and arched an eyebrow.

He didn’t have a habit of bragging, so why didn’t Tom believe him?

Memorizing the score mechanically should not be too difficult, as long as he had some understanding of the piano keys. Playing a simple lullaby shouldn’t be a big problem.

It would just take a little bit of luck to get the hang of it quickly.

As for finding that lullaby, it shouldn’t take too long.

Du Wei returned his gaze to the laptop screen…

At this moment, on the browser where he was searching, there were only three pages left for the lullaby entries.

The filter criterion on the browser was selected for — 20 years ago.

He continued searching through the lullabies one by one.

About ten minutes later, Du Wei’s eyes lit up, and he hit the pause button.

The tune of this lullaby was identical to the one he heard, other than a difference in timbre.

But then, Du Wei glanced at the creator’s name unintentionally and his expression suddenly changed.

On the webpage, the creator of this lullaby was — Ryan Hamel.

“Ryan?”

Du Wei frowned and muttered, then felt it was strange, “It shouldn’t be the Ryan I know. Twenty years ago, he was only eight or nine years old.”

As he finished speaking.

Du Wei hesitated for a moment, then typed Ryan Hamel into the browser and started the search.

Soon, the browser displayed a brief chronology of Ryan Hamel’s life.

But it was very short…

[Name: Ryan Hamel]

[Date of Birth: 1962-???]

[Born in St. Bodia, his parents were core members of the church…]

The amount of information available for search was only this much.

Even a photo could not be found.

Relieved, Du Wei recalled that he first encountered Ryan in Hill Psychiatric Hospital. He was a complete lunatic, and even during their last contact in the Dream World, Du Wei hadn’t noticed anything off about him.

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