"drop……"

"drop……"

"drop……"

Little by little wet cold liquid splashed on the forehead, sliding down the cheeks, gradually soaking the pillows and bed sheets on the pillows.

The air became heavier and heavier, as if it was lack of oxygen, making people almost unable to breathe. They could only open their mouths and breathe heavily, trying to maintain the amount of oxygen in their lungs.

"Ha ha……"

Du Wei only felt as if he was suppressed by something, and he couldn't move while lying on the bed. No matter how hard he struggled, it would be futile.

He knew that he was having nightmares, but he couldn't control himself from waking up.

This is something very difficult to imagine.

When any normal person realizes that he has a nightmare, he will resist due to his physical instinct, which will cause him to wake up from his dream.

For example, the sudden feeling of weightlessness in sleep and inexplicable palpitations.

People who specialize in human psychology and consciousness can often subconsciously get themselves out of dreams or change them.

But Du Wei could not do it, or rather, he was trapped in a deeper dream and could only wait for his physiological awakening.

The consciousness is chaotic and can hardly think, and can only endure the experiences in the nightmare in a daze.

Drops of unknown liquid dripped on Du Wei's face, and some went into his eyes and mouth, which felt very bad.

He felt physical disgust. The smell of those unknown liquids made him instinctively irritated. He tried to shout, but it was useless.

The calmness and rationality of the past seem to have become the worst disguise in dreams. After being gently revealed, what is revealed is an ordinary soul, no difference from you and me.

Du Wei felt that he was about to be unable to breathe and was about to suffocate.

Physiological fear is difficult to suppress and keep calm.

Especially in dreams, this is the most vulnerable home court for human beings and the most powerless one.

"call……"

Du Wei breathed a sigh of relief, his chest fluctuated violently, and his body bulged up involuntarily. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a woman dressed in a clergy, dressed in a nun suit, floating above, opening her mouth, and slowly dripping black brown blood from her hideous fangs.

The body is parallel and the eyes are looking at each other.

It stared at Du Wei tightly, with a strange and malicious smile on the corner of its mouth.

Du Wei felt a severe pain in his heart, and for no reason he felt a huge fear from the bottom of his heart.

The originally clear and calm deep black pupils suddenly shrank, and the whites of their eyes were covered with dense blood.

...

Monday, May 18, 2:19 am.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the clinic.

Suddenly, Du Wei sat up from the bed, breathing slightly rapid, and his face was unusually pale, as if he was a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness.

He stretched out his right hand, supported his forehead, and rubbed it gently.

"What a weird dream..."

Du Wei's voice was hoarse, and she frowned and looked extremely painful.

When I think of what I experienced in my dream, I feel nauseous from the bottom of my heart, and even my stomach twitches, and I feel a violent feeling of vomiting.

He lifted the quilt, put on his slippers, and was about to go to the bathroom. Before he reached the door, he stopped again.

The originally intact bedroom door was destroyed during the contact with the second evil spirit the day before yesterday. It had been removed by him and the new wooden door had not been delivered.

Therefore, the bedroom is open to the space outside the second floor at this time.

And at this time, on the ground at the door.

An object the size of a basketball was quietly placed on the ground, with some shadows distributed in fan shapes behind the object, like solidified blood.

Du Wei breathed, his eyes becoming extremely cold. He pressed the light switch in the bedroom and took out a pistol from his pajamas pocket with his other hand.

"I don't have the habit of throwing things around, so, it's an evil spirit?"

As the lights light up, the security of the pistol was also pulled open.

However, what comes to your eyes...

But it was a human head full of dried blood.

The shadow was chestnut hair, twisted with some blood, and looked like weeds.

Du Wei's face suddenly became strange.

"A head?"

He held the gun, pulled out the silver cross dagger placed close to him with his backhand, and went up.

"Is it Roy?"

At such a close distance, Du Wei completely saw the human head and face. The originally delicate facial features were twisted into one piece at this time. After the large area of ​​blood solidified under the skin, it showed a kind of sauce color.

Only a pair of eyes are wide open, and you can see the original blue colors.

The huge wound under the head seemed to be torn apart by a huge force.

It's Roy...

Du Wei's eyes calmed down, and he walked over and didn't even look at it, so he came to the bathroom.

He has been able to face these terrifying events calmly, or even turn a blind eye to some extent.

After all, whether it is an evil spirit or some weird thing, most of their power comes from human terror and emotions. The more intense the emotions are, the faster it will cause you to die.

At this time, in the bathroom.

The lighting was normal and the faucet was not turned on for no reason.

After twisting the faucet, clear and cold water flowed out.

Du Wei washed his face and felt awake. He looked at the bottom of the sink, took a deep breath, then turned his head and walked out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

Dada dada...

There were only footsteps in the whole room.

Outside the house, the rain continued, without any decrease.

The latest weather forecast shows that there will be such continuous rainstorms in the past week.

...

Early in the morning, 6:20.

Duwei drove the Subaru Impreza away from the psychological consultation clinic and headed straight to the church where Father Tony was.

When he arrived at the place, there were already many people praying in the church.

Du Wei did not have so-called faith, nor did he like the church's stuff, so he just glanced at Father Tony in the church stands and found a corner to sit down.

At this time, a woman sitting in front of her, sobbing with her head down, caught his attention.

Looking at the back, the woman was slightly hunched, her black hair tied into a ponytail, and her shoulders were exposed. She could see that her skin was yellow, as if she was Asian.

In the West, praying is a very sacred thing. When a person cannot control his emotions and sobbs, crying, etc., it is often the person who is suffering from pain and torture that ordinary people cannot bear.

Du Wei remembers seeing some cases before. When some murderers and their family members were praying, they became very excited because of their inner uneasiness and uneasiness. They were eventually reported and fell into the French Open.

Of course, the priest would not do such a thing, because as a man of faith, the priest would never violate his norms and betray any secrets of the teller.

Looking at this woman, guessing why she was sobbing, suddenly, Du Wei's eyes became dry and a sharp buzzing sound came from his ears.
Chapter completed!