Chapter 280: 279. Are you the director? (Fourth update)
Downstairs.
Du Wei knocked on the coffee table and leaned on the sofa, his eyes sowhat unfocused.
Next to him, Bernard hugged young Reagan, soothing his own daughter’s emotions.
The thing called Hoddy claid to know that he was an Exorcist, but the credibility of this statent was not high; it could have been misleading him.
But…
About the door…
That was sowhat intriguing.
There was indeed a door.
And it was just last week, Du Wei rembered it vividly.
Behind that door was a passage, and before the door was opened, everything strange felt worlds away.
However, once the door was opened, so bizarre entities would erge from behind it.
The most important thing was.
He had seen an eye through the crack at the very end of the humanoid passage behind the door…
Could it be Hoddy?
Du Wei thought about it but couldn’t provide a definite answer.
Because Hoddy had appeared before he encountered that door, which was hard to explain on the tiline.
If it was sothing from behind the door, it implied the door had been opened before, which would allow it to appear.
But if the door had been opened, there shouldn’t have been just one of them.
With that thought.
Du Wei asked, “What exactly happened, can you tell ?”
Reagan raised her head to look at Du Wei, her big eyes red from crying, and she sobbed, “Then… Hoddy just appeared.”
Du Wei noticed she said “we.”
“So, were you four kids playing the Spirit Summoning ga?”
Reagan nodded and said, “Yes, Uncle.”
Bernard, hearing this conversation, opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated.
It looked like he had sothing to say, but had so reservations.
Du Wei glanced at him and imdiately understood it might have to do with Reagan, so he spoke softly, “Reagan, your dad and I need to talk, can you stay here by yourself for a while?”
Reagan looked afraid, “Uncle, can I go upstairs to find my mom?”
Du Wei paused for a mont, “Of course you can.”
Reagan imdiately turned around and ran upstairs, wiping her tears.
It was then that Bernard spoke helplessly, “Mr. Du Wei, besides Reagan, there were three other kids playing…”
This…
Du Wei had a bad feeling, “How much do you know about those kids, or have you had any contact with their family background?”
Bernard regretfully said, “No, they just seed to pop up out of nowhere. If it wasn’t for the video we found later from that day, we wouldn’t have known about it at all.”
“We have no clue about those three children or their parents.”
“Even where they live is unknown to us.”
Hearing this.
Du Wei felt a headache coming on.
They appeared mysteriously and disappeared quickly.
It all seed preditated.
Soone was scheming in the shadows.
Therefore, Du Wei sighed and said to Bernard, “This world is actually very dangerous in the dark, so people always harbor ill will towards life.”
“Soone is trying to use your daughter as a dium to connect her with sothing behind the door.”
“It’s a ritual… but with malice.”
The voice abruptly stopped.
Du Wei was all too familiar with this kind of ritual—
“Crazy won…”
Du Wei cursed inwardly.
Looking up at the Antique Clock on the wall, this Exorcism elicited no response from it, and the sa went for Annabelle.
It only indicated one thing.
From beginning to end, it’s possible that Hoddy was only a split personality, or perhaps an extension of so will.
An evil spirit with a na, and seemingly intelligent at that, this creature is by no ans a simple entity.
It’s possible, it is not an evil spirit as well.
Bernard had no idea what Du Wei was thinking.
He asked cautiously, “Mr. Du Wei, what should our family do now? Should we continue to stay at your place, or wait for the church to make arrangents?”
Turning his head, Du Wei said, “I suggest you go to the church and stay there for a few days, until this matter is over.”
In fact, his ho was the safest place.
But that was only if he was at ho; if not, who knows what kind of trouble could arise…
Especially that mischievous child, if he accidentally released Annabelle, then things would really get troubleso.
Bernard nodded heavily, “You an the church in New York, right?”
“Yes, and first thing tomorrow morning, I will accompany you there,” Du Wei answered.
This matter had to be reported to the church.
In other words, he needed so help.
The door had to be closed…
…
At this very mont.
In the basent of the Dusk Bell Church headquarters in Switzerland.
Hannibal stood emotionless in front of the door holding Ryan, blocked by two people.
One of them was Jas, and the other was an old hunter of Dusk Bell, clad in black garb, looking overly aged, as if he might breathe his last at any mont.
However, beneath the decrepit exterior lay an uncontrollable cold malignity.
“Mr. Hannibal, Jas has taken charge here. If you have nothing else, please return to your own room,” the old man spoke with an ancient voice, yet his tone was very firm.
Hannibal’s gaze swept past the old man and lingered on Jas for a mont before suddenly smiling, “I’m just used to interacting with Ryan every day, please forgive my impudence.”
With that.
He turned and walked away, the smile on his face growing ever more intense.
Watching Hannibal leave, the old man turned emotionlessly to Jas and said, “Dusk Bell is never stingy, but you have to do your job well.”
Jas pounded his chest with his remaining left hand, “I will.”
He knew this was both a warning and a test of himself.
A hunter from the church, having just joined Dusk Bell and given the critical responsibility over Ryan, carried a profound implication.
If it were before, Jas might have been unable to see through it, but ever since becoming a hunter, he always felt his mind had beco clearer, as if his intelligence had grown by leaps and bounds.
Thinking sharply, and more inclined to contemplation.
Just like a friend he would never forget in his lifeti.
Now, with this change in mindset, Jas was very aware that in places he couldn’t see, there must be many people surveilling him.
Any slight deviation would expose him and make him a pawn in soone else’s ga.
Contemplating this, Jas took a deep breath, nodded to the old man, then pushed the door and went inside.
Behind the door.
Ryan was squatting on the ground, writing so crooked letters with a paint pen.
Upon hearing the door open, he looked up at Jas.
Then, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, “Director… Director, is that you?”
Jas was taken aback, “What director?”
Ryan scratched his head, stood up, looked Jas over, and stared into his eyes, murmuring, “Eh, I thought you were the director, seems I was mistaken.”
Jas was a bit lost following Ryan’s train of thought and replied, “Mr. Ryan, from now on I will be the one dealing with you. You might not know, but I’ve also been to Hill Psychiatric Hospital, the sa one you were at, although we never t.”
Ryan snorted, “Don’t try to get chummy with . I’ve heard too many similar things from the Dusk Bell lunatics, do you think you can fool ?”
“I’ll tell you, your condition is very serious, do you know that?”
Jas’ face darkened, “I really have been to Hill Psychiatric Hospital.”
Ryan was puzzled. As a psychiatric “doctor,” he could easily determine whether the other person’s words were true or not.
Realizing this.
Ryan had an epiphany and pointed at Jas, “I know now, being a famous doctor, I have to et with so many patients every day. You must have been transferred to our Hill Psychiatric Hospital from another institution.”
“Don’t worry, patient Jas, I will prescribe your dication right now.”
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