Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 335: 332. Artist (two s in one)_2

Chapter 335: 332. Artist (two chapters in one)_2

“But Ryan’s parents are both from the church, maybe I should ask the church to help me check his information.”

This was just a casual thought.

Du Wei took out his mobile phone and swiftly composed an email to the church, then began to recall the melody of the lullaby.

His wish upon the Joker Card was a chance to touch that piano.

It should be in the next couple of days.

…

In Switzerland, the sun had already risen high.

Ryan and James had just dealt with an Evil Spirit incident.

“Patient James, help me count how many Evil Spirits I’ve dealt with. When can I become the deputy director of our mental hospital?” Ryan strutted around in his white coat, hands in his pockets, looking immensely prideful and arrogant.

On his chest, he wore a Dusk Bell Church identity badge.

Of course, in his eyes, this thing was a medical license.

James, looking utterly exhausted, said, “You’ve dealt with three Evil Spirits. But there’s no way you can become the deputy director unless you get permission from His Excellency.”

His Excellency, that is, the leader of the Dusk Bell, Matthew.

Ryan, hearing this, disdainfully said, “That old fart is worthy of being a director? Just wait… Once I climb to the position of deputy director, I’ll kill him off and let Director Duwei take the helm.”

James, unable to keep up with Ryan’s train of thought, asked in confusion, “Why would you want Duwei to be the director after you become deputy director? By that time, you’ll already be in a higher position than him.”

The position of deputy director was more than one level above that of the director.

Ryan scratched his head and said, “If the director doesn’t become the head of the hospital, how can he promote me to be his deputy?”

James, tangled in his thoughts, responded, “But the premise you’re talking about is that you’ve already become the deputy director!”

Ryan spat on the ground and boasted, “You don’t understand. The director has been the guiding light of my career. It’s already an honor for him to be the head of our mental hospital. If he doesn’t take the position of director, are you going to take it?”

The logic of this statement didn’t align with the previous one at all.

But James was already used to it and as if he had an epiphany, said, “Oh, I see, I understand what you mean now.”

Ryan smiled with satisfaction, “Patient James, it seems you’re recovering well, being able to keep up with my thoughts. It won’t be long before you can be discharged.”

James’s face turned green, and just as he was about to argue, Ryan suddenly froze, his expression becoming extremely puzzled as he gazed into the distance…

“Weird, why do I feel like someone is calling my name…?”

“Eh… What’s my name again?”

James answered, “Aren’t you called Ryan?”

Ryan cocked his head, “Then what’s my last name?”

James was at a loss, “How would I know that… and don’t you remember it yourself?”

Ryan stated righteously, “As a professional psychiatrist like me, responsible for so many patients every day, is it a problem if I forget my own last name?”

“That just proves I’m exceptional.”

…

At this very moment.

In an abandoned area of the amusement park in the center of Poland City, three Cultists lay on the ground, eyes closed as if they were deeply asleep.

The surroundings were deathly quiet.

Before the break of dawn, in fact, was the darkest period of the day.

Therefore, the wasteland was pitch black, where one couldn’t see their own hand before them.

Suddenly…

A strange gurgling noise started up.

One of the three Cultists began to struggle painfully in her sleep, her hands spasming and bending, wildly waving, her mouth opening and closing as murky water gushed forth from both her mouth and nose.

Her clothes were soaked through.

Her hair and skin were covered in a layer of moisture.

First came the dirty water, then the frantic coughing, like a drowning person choking on water in their windpipe.

Her expression was of extreme agony, yet she couldn’t seem to wake from her deep sleep.

The other two Cultists started to exhibit their own bizarre changes.

One of them suddenly sprung up, then collapsed back to the ground, all bones collapsing beneath, limbs twisted, blood splattering everywhere.

It was like the body of someone who had jumped to their demise.

The last one screamed in terror in her sleep, her voice laden with fear and breaking.

The next second.

Five sharp claws, forged of steel, extended from her throat…

“Ugh…”

Splat…

The steel claw pushed further down her throat, piercing into her chest, and when it was withdrawn, a still-beating heart was pulled out.

Thud…

The heart was crushed…

Elm Street did not successfully materialize into reality.

But some horror nightmare that calls itself Freddy manifested in dreams because someone had seen it.

Clearly, the one who could kill in dreams wasn’t the piano, it was Freddy.

The piano was just a special item that suppressed and restricted it.

…

Early the next morning.

Inside the hotel.

Du Wei sat emotionlessly on the couch, looking at the laptop screen, at an email sent from the church.

The email read as follows.

[In 1986, Ryan Hamel graduated from the church’s school, both of his parents were core members of the church, he was fond of art, and he became an exorcist that same year.]

[In 1989, Ryan Hamel went to Poland, fell in love with an elderly nun who was more than twenty years his senior on Elm Street, and was expelled from the church and became an unaffiliated member under severe punishment.]

[In 1994, the church lost all contact with Ryan Hamel, suspected to be deceased.]

…

At that moment, Tom came out of the bedroom, stretched lazily, and curiously asked Du Wei, “Hey, didn’t you sleep at all last night?”

“Yes…”

HIs voice was a bit hoarse…

Du Wei looked up at Tom, his face slightly haggard, but his eyes were calmer than ever.

“I’ve learned that lullaby, and now I have something for you to do,” he said in a weary tone.

Tom said in astonishment, “Really?”

Du Wei replied coldly, “Why would I lie to you?”

Tom immediately gave a thumbs up, “As expected of you…”

Although he didn’t believe Du Wei could do it, since his good brother had said so, there was no need to press further.

Thus, he quickly asked, “So, what do you want me to do?”

Du Wei said calmly, “I want you to help me ask the Polish police to check if an exorcist named Ryan Hamel lived on Elm Street twenty years ago, and also to look up a middle-aged nun about 40 years old who lived on Elm Street at the time.”

According to the information provided by the church, and what he had found out on his own so far.

The exorcist named Ryan Hamel might have left something on Elm Street, and he seemed to have some connection with the horrific entity there.

In fact, Du Wei even suspected that the humanoid silhouette playing the piano might be the deceased Ryan Hamel.

Upon hearing Du Wei’s words, Tom did not hesitate and immediately called the Polish police.

It wasn’t long before someone on the other end found the relevant information.

Tom’s expression suddenly turned very intriguing.

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Du Wei and said, “That guy named Ryan Hamel actually had an affair with a forty-something-year-old nun, fuck! Her son was even older than him.”

Then he added, “Father Tony will definitely have some common ground with him!”

Du Wei frowned and asked, “Any other news?”

Tom quickly said, “That’s about it, but the Polish police told me that Ryan Hamel had come to Elm Street twice, the first time because he fell in love with that middle-aged nun, the second time because a horror legend happened on Elm Street.”

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and said, “Go on.”

Tom continued, “That horror legend is related to the middle-aged nun, or more precisely her son, Freddy Krueger.”

“Freddy Krueger was a pervert, he often harassed the children of Elm Street, later, he was burned to death by the enraged parents, but ever since then, every year on the anniversary of Freddy’s death, children would die in their sleep.”

Du Wei took a deep breath and said, “So, when Ryan Hamel came to Elm Street for the second time, did the fire break out concurrently?”

Tom nodded and said, “Exactly, and it’s said that on the day Elm Street caught fire, a lullaby was heard…”

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