10:31 AM.
Du Wei, holding a stack of papers, sat down on the sofa.
Opposite him were the restrained-looking Mina and her child.
Initially, before the oppressive feeling of that dream had set in—yesterday, to be exact—Du Wei had planned to get in touch with so of his forr patients whose dical records seed quite strange and were possibly related to an Evil Spirit.
For instance, on January 12, Mia and her family ca to consult about their condition, accompanied by a family mber.
They claid that a doll that could not be destroyed or lost had appeared in their ho—Annabelle.
For instance, on February 17, a little girl nad Reagan, after a session of Spirit Summoning, believed she was a man nad Hoddy; her parents, however, said Hoddy was an imaginary friend conjured up by Reagan.
For instance, on February 28, the boy who suffered from coulrophobia…
But after having that dream, Du Wei temporarily suppressed the idea, as it required ti.
So, he decided to make preparations on two fronts.
...
Recollecting his thoughts, Du Wei glanced at Mina opposite him, then filled out the following information on the form on the paper.
[Na: Mina]
[Age: 34]
[Gender: Female]
[Occupation: None at present]
[Condition: Specifically, having dreams about the death of her brother and husband, with sleeping ti increasing and always feeling like there's an unseen person following her]
With the last word written, Du Wei put down the pen.
"Father Tony has told about the general situation over the phone, so, Mrs. Mina... no, Mrs. Mina, I may need to discuss so details with you,"
As he spoke, Du Wei glanced at the child leaning against Mrs. Mina.
This was a 14-year-old blonde girl, looking down, seemingly sowhat introverted.
Mrs. Mina sighed involuntarily upon hearing Du Wei's words, "I will tell you everything."
Her expression was sowhat vacant, as if lost in reminiscence, and she looked more aged than she actually was due to a slight hunch in her back.
"Mr. Exorcist, I... I don't know how to explain, what I've encountered is very complicated. The church seems to have been considering it all this ti, and they haven't given a definite answer, so actually, it's just who feels that I've encountered an Evil Spirit,"
Du Wei nodded calmly, "I've heard about this from Father Tony, but I am soone who resolves issues, so please don't worry about it."
"Okay..."
Mrs. Mina relaxed a little bit and then continued with so anxiety, "The thing is, my brother, Luke Conan Doyle, died in an incident involving an Evil Spirit. It was about after midnight on the second day that I dread about him."
"I rember it very clearly, the dream was set in his recording studio at ho. Um... he was a voice actor, specializing in dubbing for certain shows, you are aware of this profession, aren't you?"
Du Wei humd in acknowledgnt, gesturing for her to continue.
"That's good, I was worried you wouldn't understand the scene I'm describing."
Mrs. Mina's expression eased slightly but then tensed up again, "The recording studio wasn't large, but it had good sound insulation. He was standing outside the recording booth, expressionless and soaking wet, as if he had been through a rain shower."
"At that ti, I had already lost contact with him, and I had reported it to the police, so the first thing I did was ask him where he was. He didn't answer , instead, he pointed at the recording studio's door, as if hinting at sothing."
"Then, what devastated was that the mont he pointed at the door, the studio's door opened.
His whole body seed to be yanked by so force at high speed, and the next second he was inside the studio, with the door closing behind him."
"But I found that my perspective had also entered the studio."
Hearing this, Du Wei couldn't help but picture the scene of the studio in his mind, its cramped space symbolizing urgency and psychological oppression.
Mrs. Mina continued, "I saw him unnaturally floating up, then his whole body twisted together, from head to toe, his clothes lding with his flesh into a contorted mass.
Blood splattered all over the studio, and I just watched him, powerless. I wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound. I wanted to escape, but found that I couldn't move my gaze."
"Blood... more and more of it. Soon, I realized that the blood on the floor of the studio was rising frantically. I could even feel that stench and sticky sensation crawling over every inch of my skin."
"After I woke up, I was completely drained, as though I had died."
"I almost fell apart, Exorcist sir, I told my husband about it, but he simply wouldn't believe . What should I do?"
Mrs. Mina finished speaking and couldn't help but sob softly, her face buried in her hands, her body shaking uncontrollably.
And Du Wei just humd calmly, in reality, he couldn't empathize.
However, as an "Exorcist," it was natural for him to appear a bit more sympathetic.
So, Du Wei comforted her, saying, "I understand your fear and dread. Rest assured, I will do my utmost to help you resolve this. Please tell what happened next."
"Hmm, thank you, Exorcist sir."
Mrs. Mina expressed her gratitude and then said, "Later, I had another dream, this ti about my husband. He was the director of a large auction house. I'm not clear about the specifics, but I suspect his death had sothing to do with an auction item."
"A large auction house? Did he work at Berson in the heart of New York City?"
"Yes, at Berson Auction House."
"Hmm, that certainly is a large auction house. And what was the auction item?"
With this, Du Wei frowned, for he had asked Alex afterward where the Antique Clock was purchased, and it was indeed from Berson Auction House.
And also being an auction item...
Subconsciously, Du Wei glanced at the Antique Clock hanging on the wall. The overlapping hands were still revolving tirelessly, as if they would never stop.
Mrs. Mina was unaware of Du Wei's thoughts, she was just recalling the events in her dream and continued to describe.
"It was a Golden Brooch, my husband had ntioned it before. It dates back to the last century and seems to have so religious significance, with a series of letters on it that soone intentionally ground off, leaving only a faint 'va' visible; of course, he wasn't sure."
"Oh, right, the last ti I saw him in the dream was before the last ti we t, it was raining that day. I dread he was on a bus, wearing that Golden Brooch on his chest."
"I waved at him, but he just pointed at the Golden Brooch, then as if trying to tell sothing, opened his mouth and shouted loudly, but I couldn't hear anything."
"Then, he seed desperate, no longer paying attention to , instead he frantically slamd his body against the bus door. I guess he was trying to escape, but it was to no avail."
"I kept calling his na in the dream, but he couldn't hear at all, and he kept hitting, quickly bleeding profusely. I was powerless and could only watch him bang against the door until he... until I woke from the dream."
"And yesterday, I had another dream..."
"It was about myself…"
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