Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the restroom, the ropes binding Du Wei's hands and feet had been untied.

James looked at the masked man, able to see only a pair of eyes that were so calm and rational they were chilling, and he couldn't help feeling a shiver in his heart.

"Mr. Du Wei, are you sure you can deal with this Evil Spirit?"

He pointed to the mirror, at the hideous-looking Evil Spirit that looked exactly like Du Wei.

This thing was just too eerie; it almost killed all three of them, and Du Wei was someone who had just become an Exorcist two days ago—it was hard to believe what he had said before was true.

Harry and Homier's expressions were similar; both somewhat perplexed. This Evil Spirit was extremely terrifying, and many things that could be used against Evil Spirits were basically useless against it.

Even for an Elite Exorcist, without using those items from the Sealing Nun, they would be utterly helpless against it.

It was beyond common understanding.

Totally incomprehensible.

And more importantly, there was still an unknown dark shadow blocking the door in this psychological clinic...

Du Wei looked at them calmly, moved his limbs, and said, "Please trust me, this is between it and me."

Seeing his resolute attitude, James could only say, "In that case... we'll go deal with the dark shadow at the door first, and wait for you outside. If you can't handle it, come out immediately and we'll think of another solution."

Du Wei shook his head and said, "You don't need to worry about that dark shadow anymore, I understand it very well. You can leave with confidence."

"Alright..."

After James finished speaking, he gave Du Wei a deep look, then nodded to Harry and Homier, and the three of them directly opened the door and walked out.

...

Once the three had left, Du Wei casually closed the door, glanced at the Evil Spirit in the mirror, bent down to turn on the faucet, and let the thin stream of water continue to fill the sink.

At this moment, the Evil Spirit in the mirror had undergone a drastic change in demeanor and attitude, having completely lost its previous gentlemanly facade; it was snarling with anger, as if long-suppressed negative emotions had just been ignited.

Du Wei lifted his head and glanced at the "himself" in the mirror.

He had intended to repeat the previous process in the washbasin, to take back his body the moment he put on the mask, but now it seemed that, according to the mechanism of the Evil Spirit possessing a body, the process had already begun as soon as he put on the mask.

Then, in a tone devoid of emotion, he began to narrate: "I studied forensic science in college. On February 16 of my junior year, a body purchased by the hospital was delivered to the dissecting room. Although it had been soaked in formalin for many years, it was still very fresh."

"I still remember my mindset at the time being very normal, facing that body with the idea of gaining experience, but when I lifted the covering cloth from the body, I saw the corpse of my father who had been dead for many years."

"When I was 11, my mother perished in a fire, and my father hanged himself. The people in charge of the case told me that this was called conjugal suicide."

"When I saw my father's corpse in the dissecting room, my heart felt indescribable pain, but what made me angry was that I found my father's corpse to be very abnormal."

"While my peers were having fun, the only companion I had was study. I knew life would be difficult without my parents, so I had to work even harder to make my own life better. If I hadn't still been in the dissecting room on February 16, I would probably be a successful forensic pathologist by now."

"So I dissected my father's corpse... The cause of death was not suicide, but murder."

"I spent a month investigating, and eventually I found out that my mother's death was not due to a fire, but to cover up a murder, and my father had also investigated it, and the result..."

At this point, Du Wei's tone became even colder as he looked down at the wrinkled woman's face that was surfacing in the washbasin.

Then, he took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and moved a bit closer to the "himself" in the mirror.

"For the first time, I felt that the world was so unfair to me, and to my parents. I, who should have known the truth, knew nothing at all. And my parents, who were clearly murdered, were passed off as accidental deaths and suicides." Discover stories with empire

"It's as if I was in a play. The only reason I lived well was that I was too young."

"I've figured out the most likely murder suspect. Hmm... He was once the son of a wealthy family, and as time passed, he also became a rich, middle-aged man, paying great attention to maintaining his health and going to a private medical institution for care every week."

"Forensic medicine should have been the last chance for the victims, and I have great respect for this profession. However, it contradicts what I wanted to do."

"So, I gave up forensic medicine and turned to study psychology, tirelessly researching criminal psychology, personality, mental and psychological factors, among many others..."

"When I graduated, my grades were outstanding."

"Hmm... I entered that private medical institution."

"Then, in one year, I rose to the level of deputy director, successfully becoming the psychological healthcare advisor to the killer."

"Guess what I did?"

By this time, Du Wei had entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision, and the Evil Spirit Transformation had spread to his shoulder.

This should have been a thrilling discovery for him, yet at this moment, it could not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

"When I found out that the murderer seemed to have forgotten his past actions, I decided to help him remember."

"Through psychological suggestion and some deliberate hypnosis, I learned the truth."

"It's laughable, just because he wanted to try controlling someone else's life..."

"I led him to believe that there are ghosts in this world, and even hypnotized him, suggesting that ghosts would come to take his life."

"For two years, he sought many masters to perform exorcism rituals, but to no avail."

"When someone's mind is trapped in a dead end, their perspective becomes completely limited, like an insect caught in a web, struggling in vain."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"In the end, he completely broke down and leaped from the 26th floor, smashing to pieces on the ground."

Having said that, Du Wei reached out his hand, picked up the crumpled woman's face from the washbasin, and slowly placed it over his own reflection in the mirror.

This game was nearing its end, with the original Du Wei in the mirror taking the role of the Evil Spirit, and the Evil Spirit inside the mask now wearing Du Wei's persona.

Role reversal.

And now, Du Wei had reclaimed his body and intended to complete the process.

He wanted to give his mirror "self" a new face.

...

On the first floor, there was no one.

The Antique Clock on the wall started to change its speed of ticking, with the hour, minute, and second hands gradually overlapping.

When the hands came to rest at the 12:03 mark on the dial, the time hands aligned, returning to their usual form.

In the restroom, Du Wei had already placed the crumpled woman's face over the face of his reflection in the mirror.

It looked very eerie.

In the mirror, Du Wei's face, replaced by the crumpled woman's face, twisted grotesquely, appearing utterly inhuman.

As if unable to withstand this force, the surface of the mirror immediately began to crack, and the slight sound of shattering glass started rising.

Bang...