So information.
So Du Wei had known before, while other pieces were gleaned at different tis from different people.
Now, all these pieces of information were coming together.
And suddenly, the doubts that had been accumulating in Du Wei's mind cleared up.
The man he had faithfully served, Ryan, was that blond exorcist who died in New York over twenty years ago, carrying many cursed objects.
And he had done so deliberately.
At the sa ti, this person was also Ryan Hal, the man in his forties who ended up with Freddy's mother.
To say his tastes were sowhat peculiar would be an understatent.
Mysteriously.
Du Wei thought of his good brother Tom, and his good friend Father Tony.
These two eccentrics, one liked only brothels and the other only divorced won.
Extrely devilish...
What if one day the three of them got together? Wouldn't that scene be a bit too much?
At the thought, Du Wei's expression turned odd.
However, the current Ryan had nothing to do with Ryan Hal anymore, although Du Wei didn't know how he had turned into what he was now, their personalities were completely different.
After all.
The Ryan who served him faithfully was a man who vowed to dedicate his life to dicine.
Dr. Ryan had no interest in won whatsoever.
A partner? Nonexistent!
But Du Wei quickly suppressed that thought.
He looked at the Freddy in front of him and asked another question, "What exactly is Rahr's Bell? Why did Ryan Hal collect these items?"
Over the phone, Ryan's curious voice also ca through, "Yeah, why did Ryan Hal look for these junk? Are they valuable?"
Freddy was at a loss for words.
It glared at the cell phone and said to Du Wei, "I don't know what that bastard's purpose was, he never told . But he did talk about Rahr's Bell; it seems to have sothing to do with Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods."
Du Wei frowned and asked, "Tell about it."
Freddy hesitantly said, "How would I know? That bastard Ryan Hal was always secretive, and by the ti he told , I had already been resurrected as a nightmare after dying. I didn't have the ans to investigate."
Du Wei was also unclear about Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.
He had previously searched the internet for information about Rahr's Bell, but couldn't find anything.
Not to ntion the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.
But hearing Freddy talk like this, it seed that these important pieces of information had been deliberately hidden, or that very few people knew about them in the first place.
Freddy, sitting beside him, saw that Du Wei had fallen into deep thought.
Its expression was sowhat hesitant.
After talking so much, the desire it had to die had actually faded away.
It wanted very little, just to escape this dreamscape and then stay far away from Du Wei and Ryan.
Besides, as long as it wasn't pestered by Ryan, even if it had to stay in the dreamscape for a lifeti, it would manage to get by.
After all, it had already been locked up for over twenty years.
So, Freddy tentatively said, "Mr. Du Wei, I've now told you all I know, are you satisfied?"
Du Wei squinted his eyes, "I am very unsatisfied..."
Freddy was stunned, "What? But I... I've told you everything?"
It wanted to make a suggestion, to let itself go.
But unsatisfied, what did that an?
Had it not cooperated well enough?
Or was it that this psychiatric hospital devil didn't play by the rules?
Fuck!
However, a bold idea suddenly erged in Freddy's mind.
It tentatively asked, "So... so you don't plan on granting my wish to kill ?"
Holding the phone in his hand, Du Wei imdiately said, "That won't do, Director. This dumbass has been calling you a devil nonstop, insulting you. If Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital didn't need so much, I swear I'd fly over there and give it a sliding tackle."
"Plus, it's been praying to God and Satan to take you back to hell."
"This dumbass is a natural-born rebel!"
With a frown, Du Wei said to Ryan on the other end of the phone with a tone of heartfelt warning, "Ryan, as my deputy, you shouldn't always be thinking about fighting and killing. That's not what you should be doing."
"You should focus on studying dicine and furthering your education at Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital. Only this way can you stand on your own two feet."
Ryan was incredibly surprised: "There's such a move?"
Du Wei replied indifferently, "Yes, for instance, Freddy, actually, killing it is not very aningful. On the contrary, keeping it is like having a trump card at hand. As doctors, we should always have a trump card."
"When the critical mont cos, it can co in handy."
He was speaking half to Ryan and half to himself.
Although he was strong now,
he was still in a weakened state, and the more he used his power, the faster the Evil Spirit Transformation would erode him.
Sooner or later, he would beco an Evil Spirit.
Power is a trump card, Freddy, the shadow, Annabelle, they could all be trump cards.
No one would complain about having too many trump cards.
Du Wei was no different.
Therefore, he looked at Freddy and said calmly, "Your words have revealed your thoughts. You actually don't want to die right now, and the only thing you hate is Ryan, right?"
Freddy nodded frantically: "As long as you don't let Ryan bother anymore, I will be absolutely loyal to you. Whatever you tell to do, I will do."
But Ryan angrily said, "Oh, Freddy, you were calling daddy the day before yesterday, and today you hate , is that right? I, Ryan, will rember this, you ungrateful bastard."
As he spoke, Ryan, still fuming, said, "Director, I want to complain. This ungrateful Freddy says one thing to my face and another behind my back. It had already planned to seek out the Demon Nun to commit suicide."
"It definitely has no good intentions."
Du Wei nodded: "I know about this. When I left before, I left behind so troubles. Now is a good ti to sort them out and block Freddy's path to suicide."
Freddy was stunned on the side.
What does that an?
Does this psychotic devil not plan to accept my allegiance?
Suddenly,
Freddy thought of a possibility and a trace of despair crossed his eyes.
"No... don't do that... just kill instead..."
But Du Wei just sneered on and on.
With a casual wave of his hand, the door to the autopsy room in the dream simply vanished.
Freddy collapsed in despair on the floor.
Now, death was not even an option anymore.
And it would bet that Ryan, that nutcase, would definitely hold a grudge against it and call every day.
My God...
Kill ...
Du Wei couldn't be bothered with Freddy any longer, kicking it into the darkness where it disappeared.
Then, he spoke into the phone, "How are things on Dusk Bell's end?"
Ryan said solemnly, "Reporting, Director, the situation at Dusk Bell is severe. Many hunters have developed an allergic reaction to the drugs, experiencing daily diarrhea, but I believe it's all within manageable limits."
"Moreover, I've discovered that all the psychos at Dusk Bell are broke. Matthew owes a hundred billion, Jas owes two hundred billion, and they have no intention of paying back."
"The last ti I asked Matthew for the money, he said Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital couldn't cover it even if it were sold and told to bugger off."
"Isn't this just bullying the working class?"
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