Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 13 013, Median Strip

Thud...

Alex's body heavily fell to the floor.

With her eyes tightly closed, her lovely features seemed twisted in pain. As her center of gravity shifted, her bent legs slowly parted, assuming a lying position.

Du Wei exhaled a murky breath, walked over to her, snapped shut the silver cross dagger, and tucked it into his clothing.

Behind him,

the bizarre Antique Clock was completely wrapped in a Shroud, and all the strange changes around it had vanished.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

...

Struggling to open her eyes, the back of her head and back faintly ached.

Alex frowned and murmured, shaking her head slightly as she sat up from the couch.

Opposite her, Du Wei, with a cool expression, was toying with a ring that faintly bore inscribed letters...val?

"You've slept for over an hour, Miss Alex."

"That long?"

Alex rubbed her shoulders, feeling as if something had happened while she had been asleep.

"I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting so long."

"It's fine."

Du Wei smiled at her and slipped the ring into his pocket. "First off, congratulations are in order. Your illness has improved. For the following period, as long as you take your medication regularly, there should be no issues."

"I'll take the medicine on time, but are you sure you didn't do anything to me while I was asleep?"

Alex felt the soreness in her body and looked at Du Wei with a strange expression.

Du Wei said somewhat helplessly, "Rest assured, I truly didn't do anything to you."

"Alright..."

Alex felt a bit down, and then she noticed something beside Du Wei wrapped in brown linen, a familiar shape.

"What is this?"

Alex was puzzled, recalling that when Du Wei had arrived, he didn't seem to have brought anything other than his medical case.

After a moment of silence, Du Wei said, "This is your family's Antique Clock."

"Ah?" Alex looked surprised and asked, "What do you mean? Do you like this Antique Clock that much?"

Du Wei's face stiffened as he replied, "Yes, I plan to buy it."

Alex's expression turned even more puzzled, and she cautiously asked, "You're going to buy this mid-18th-century Antique Clock? Do you know how much it costs?"

Du Wei: ...

Mid-18th century?

Du Wei was driving his Subaru Impreza on the road.

On the passenger seat, an antique clock, tightly wrapped in a shroud, was securely fastened by a seatbelt.

After purchasing the antique clock from Alex, Du Wei was feeling quite conflicted.

He had always been a rational person, not one to let certain things affect him, but this time he really owed a great favor.

Granted, he had also solved a problem for Alex.

But for her, everything was done unconsciously.

He had checked the price of this antique clock and only found an auction record for a later one from the 18th century that looked even more worn, at one million three hundred thousand.

But Alex had sold it to Du Wei for just two hundred thousand.

And as a price for the favor, on Tuesday the following week, which was the day after tomorrow, he had agreed to spend the whole day with Alex.

Du Wei sighed deeply and glanced at his face in the rearview mirror.

Calm, indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about anything.

But actually quite handsome...

...

At this moment.

Around the mental health clinic, isolation tape had already been put up.

Many pedestrians stood around watching, and reporters began to arrive one after another.

Several uniformed officers from the North Brook District were maintaining order; otherwise, these daring reporters and the public might do something out of line.

Take photos and post them online?

That would undoubtedly cause a commotion.

"Fuck!"

Officer Tom threw the burned-out cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and his facial expression was incredibly grim.

"Damn it, the weird cases these past couple of days outnumber my visits to the Red Light District this month."

At that moment, he looked up and saw a brand-new Subaru Impreza parked across the street. His face darkened immediately, and he hurried over.

"Hey, Dr. Du Wei, I had someone notify you, but your phone has been unreachable. If you don't come back soon, I might have to put out a warrant for you."

Du Wei opened the car door and stepped out. The first sentence he heard made him frown.

"What do you mean?"

Tom turned his head and gestured towards the house behind him cordoned off with tape, "Two pieces of really bad news, your neighbor Roy has been found dead at home. Before dying, someone saw her passing your front door, so now you're connected to this case."

Du Wei's brow furrowed, "And the other?"

Tom looked him in the eyes and said, "I have to say, it's a miracle that you've been neighbors with this kind of person and are still alive."

As he said this, he moved closer to Du Wei, staring intently into his eyes: "Roy was a cultist. We found a lot of blood and some special symbols and ritual arrays in her home. You know, these people have water in their heads, and I can't guarantee that her friends won't have some dangerous ideas about you, like, slaughtering you."