Chapter 311: 309, Attending Physician Ryan (Fourth Update)
Inside the psychological consultation clinic.
All had returned to tranquility.
Du Wei sat on the couch, his fair right hand holding a pencil while writing the following content:
[1. Select suitable Evil Spirits and use the Marking Ability to form one’s own forces, reducing the frequency of one’s own Evil Spirit Transformation.]
[2. The marked Evil Spirits include the shadow, the bus, Annabelle.]
[3. Pending marked Evil Spirits, must choose absolutely safe Evil Spirits to act as Suppressors.]
[4. Unresolved matters, the Antique Clock, and the potential outbreak of curse.]
That’s where the writing ended.
Du Wei had already sorted out a clear and precise plan for what he had to do in the future.
To build an Evil Spirit force, suitable Evil Spirits had to be found. They had to be safe, or at the very least, within his control.
The shadow and the bus currently were the safest marked ones.
Despite the shadow constantly wanting to kill him.
The safety level of Annabelle was one rank lower than that of the bus.
But it was still within an acceptable range.
The ability to mark allowed the Evil Spirits to appear beside Du Wei regardless of distance and space.
If the marked Evil Spirits bore a grudge against him, then this ability could basically only be used for suicide.
But if the marked ones were things like the bus or Annabelle, it wouldn’t make matters too bad.
At least within Du Wei’s control.
This was his arrangent for the Marking Ability.
As for the Evil Spirits who bore ill will towards him, Du Wei would also selectively mark so, as he had many items on him capable of self-protection.
“Not counting the marked Evil Spirits, I carry six Evil Spirits with , which should be enough for now.”
Among the items Du Wei carried, the mask, Coin, umbrella, Joker Card, and Flintlock Gun each contained an Evil Spirit.
The two sides of the Coin each represented an Evil Spirit.
“And then there’s that painting. I barely use it, only if I go back to school again. So for now, I should probably keep it at ho.”
As Du Wei said this, he stood up and pulled out the rolled-up painting from his backpack.
After thinking, he looked up towards the second floor.
“Perhaps hanging it in the bedroom is a good choice.”
…
Elsewhere,
In Yard City.
It was a bit far from New York, so it was still raining, though it had turned from a downpour to a drizzle.
At that ti,
Tom was wearing a police uniform, driving on the streets while on duty.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
The contact was his direct superior.
Tom was puzzled, hurriedly pressed the answer button, and heard an authoritative middle-aged man’s voice coming from the other end.
“Tom, your judgnt on the New York Cult incident was very accurate. After careful consideration, we’ve decided to grant you more authority and resources.”
The mont he heard this, Tom was flabbergasted.
What was going on?
New York Cult incident?
His judgnt was very accurate?
“Wait… when you talk about the New York Cult incident, do you an the Veda Sect?”
The middle-aged man spoke solemnly, “Yes, if it wasn’t for your accurate judgnt, having your friend Du Wei inform the police, the incident wouldn’t have been resolved so quickly.”
Tom was shocked; his good buddy had checked out and left yesterday morning without saying a word.
So… he had gone back to New York to deal with the Veda Sect.
But what did that have to do with him?
He was about to explain when the voice on the phone made him hesitate.
“Considering your outstanding performance recently, and the great rit you’ve accomplished this ti, we’ve decided to transfer you back from Yard City and adjust your position upwards again. You will have authority over the entire New York police force.”
Tom said with mixed feelings, “Thank you for your support…”
The other party said with satisfaction, “Work hard, and when I retire, my position will be yours.”
Then, they added, “Also, you need to change your habit of frequently visiting the Red Light District, at least don’t go there during the day, otherwise it will have a big impact.”
Tom said awkwardly, “I will.”
After speaking, the other party hung up the phone directly.
Tom’s expression then beca incredibly animated.
“I didn’t even fucking do anything, and I got promoted?”
“And the Veda Sect, could they all be dead?”
He genuinely thanked Du Wei from the bottom of his heart; without this friend, it would have been impossible for him to rise from a district police officer to his current position.
But he knew that every ti he got promoted, it was inextricably linked to Du Wei.
Because he was always the one doing the cleanup work.
Tom rubbed his throbbing head and couldn’t help but complain, “Last ti I got a promotion, it also seed to involve a lot of deaths in the Veda Sect, and now it’s related to them again.”
“Fuck! Don’t tell one day these crazies will co after .”
As he said this,
Tom turned the car around and headed toward the Yard City police station.
He needed to work with the locals on handing over his duties before he could return to New York.
However, Tom did not notice that at the road he was originally going to travel on, it darkened for just a second.
A massive shadow of a building flashed by, completely imperceptible to the naked eye.
It was the Horror House…
If he hadn’t turned around, he would have driven straight into the Horror House.
Before this,
a mber of the Vanity Sect, Crocker rcer, had once said that in the deepest part of the Horror House, there lies a mask belonging to the Vanity Sect.
Within that mask, there was a Demon Spirit.
He had conducted a blood sacrifice in the Horror House, trying to appease that Demon Spirit, but it was not successful.
The Demon Spirit ran off with the mask, and the remaining Horror House also mutated into so sort of peculiar entity.
It was the sa kind of thing as a bus.
And now, it was moving around the world non-stop, seemingly up to sothing.
…
At this very mont,
in the basent of the headquarters of the Dusk Bell Church in Switzerland,
Jas looked at Ryan in front of him with a serious face.
He earnestly said, “Mr. Ryan, I really do know Director Duwei that you speak of; we fought side by side. Please, you must believe .”
Over this period, Jas had discovered Ryan’s secret.
This ntal patient had an obsessive fanaticism for Du Wei, firmly convinced that Du Wei was the director of the Psychiatric Hospital and that he would promote him and give him a raise.
Ryan, however, disdainfully cursed, “Go to hell, the director is the best doctor in our hospital; you just want to et the director through , so he can treat you, right? You think you have secrets from ?”
Jas took a deep breath, feeling that he was starting to understand Ryan’s thought patterns.
He forced a smile and said, “I’m friends with Du Wei, not in a doctor-patient relationship.”
Ryan’s eyes widened, “You dare to call the director by his na?”
Jas imdiately corrected himself, “What I ant to say is, I have a very good relationship with Director Duwei, so I think you should believe , and besides, if you think I’m a patient, then as a doctor, you should have empathy for .”
Ryan spat, declaring arrogantly, “Good, you finally admit you’re ntally ill. I’m relieved. Now at last I can move on to the next step of your treatnt.”
Seizing the mont, Jas said, “Actually, everyone in the Dusk Bell Church is ntally ill; they all need your treatnt. And don’t you want Director Duwei to promote you and give you a raise? If you join Dusk Bell and cure us all, he will give you everything you want.”
Ryan hesitated, “But I’ve lost contact with the director; I call him every day, and it always says the phone is switched off. I can’t find him, so how can he promote or give a raise?”
Jas was puzzled, “You don’t seem to have a phone, how have you been calling him?”
Ryan pointed to his head and said, “I call him in my dreams every day, is there a problem with that?”
On the verge of a breakdown, Jas quickly changed the subject, “How about this: you join Dusk Bell and treat us, and as long as everyone believes you’re sincerely joining, I’ll apply to take you to see Director Duwei. How does that sound?”
It sounded reasonable.
So, Ryan tapped his head, “Then I can join the Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital, and I’ll be your chief physician.”
Jas was thrilled, unable to contain his excited laughter.
But he didn’t notice that while he laughed, his eyes remained calm, strikingly at odds…
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