Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 37 Pick a soft persimmon.

"Exorcist, Sir, please forgive me, but I cannot agree with what you're saying."

"My child is perfectly normal; how could she possibly be possessed by an Evil Spirit."

"Mrs. Mina, I am not joking with you, and I have the capacity to resolve this matter."

"Resolve it? An Exorcism Ritual? Kelly has been through enough shock as it is, and I still don't know how to explain to her that her father died out of the blue, and we can't even find the body!"

"Please calm down. A person possessed by an Evil Spirit, to a certain extent, is no longer the daughter you remember. She might even threaten your safety. Think about the dream you had..."

"We still have at least three days."

"Good, then I suggest you seriously consider it."

"I will, Exorcist, Sir."

...

Ten minutes later.

Opening the door, both of them entered the house.

Mrs. Mina, looking at her daughter and although strongly disagreeing with Du Wei's words, couldn't help but feel somewhat unusual.

She took a deep breath, smiled, and tenderly took Kelly's hand, saying, "Hey, sweetheart, it's time to go home."

Kelly, with her head down, responded with a sound of acknowledgment.

Seeing this, Du Wei shook his head and said, "If you change your mind, you can call me at any time. Until then, what I've given you should offer some help."

"Thank you..."

Mrs. Mina paused as she was leaving, and then left without looking back.

Du Wei watched her departing figure and that of the blonde little girl named Kelly, his gaze deep and profound.

He had just had a conversation with Mina, but the outcome had not been favorable. However, he understood.

From a psychological perspective, this is called self-deception.

But...

For Du Wei, he hadn't lost anything.

In New York, he was currently the only exorcist; she would eventually seek him out.

And that time, he suspected, would come in less than three days.

"Just wait a bit... there will be a result..."

Du Wei reassured himself inwardly, contemplating increased contact with even more dangerous Evil Spirits to accelerate the Evil Spirit Transformation as his current plan.

With it, he intended to confront the source of the curse—the Nun.

He disliked depending on others, preferring to be in control, even if from the shadows.

The matter with Mrs. Mina was merely an opportunity to assimilate into his Exorcist role.

With that in mind, Du Wei returned to the sofa.

Du Wei, not quite understanding the situation, asked directly, "Officer Tom, can we start now?"

"Of course!!"

Tom licked his lips, staring at Du Wei with bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.

"Mr. Du Wei, first you need to explain to me why every woman who has had contact with you either disappears or dies mysteriously. Are you a female killer?"

Du Wei asked with a frown, "A female killer?"

"Heh..."

Tom gave a cold laugh and pulled a photo from his clothing, placing it on the table and pushing it toward the Asian man across from him.

"How do you explain this?"

Du Wei glanced at the photo and then fell silent.

He felt a headache coming on, not knowing how to explain.

The person in the photo was Linda, the woman who had died on the bus.

Tom crossed his arms, fixating on Du Wei, "I'm really curious how you managed to appear on the outskirts of Esselgreen all of a sudden. If it weren't for this woman named Linda who was live streaming at the time, and viewers recorded the video causing some commotion online.

The NYPD probably still wouldn't know that another woman had mysteriously disappeared, and you were at the scene."

"Seriously, Mr. Du Wei, there are some things I've only recently been exposed to, but they've already instilled an unbearable fear in me."

"Please tell me, where is this person named Linda."

"Right now, all evidence points to you; you're the prime suspect, the number one criminal suspect! Spill it!"

As he said this, Tom tried to discern something from Du Wei's face, but to his disappointment, could the Asian man be expressionless? Not a hint of emotion revealed, making all those self-taught criminal psychology and micro-expressions techniques utterly useless.

"She's already dead."

Only then did Du Wei withdraw his gaze, frowning and shaking his head.

Then, looking up to meet Tom's eyes, he calmly said, "Also, if it's really as you say, and I'm the prime criminal suspect right now, then we should be meeting at the police station, not in a café, Officer Tom. Are you staring at my face, trying to analyze my micro-expressions?"

His tone was casual, yet it carried a sense of mockery.

Tom's face turned ugly in an instant.

"Fuck! I'm interrogating you, not the other way around!"

Du Wei looked at him, silent.

Tom's mouth twitched, and he cursed again inwardly.

Their eyes met!

Clearly, Tom had failed; he clenched his fists and said helplessly, "You may not realize how terrifying the situation you've encountered is. Regarding the video, the authorities have completely locked it down now, but you need to know, you're really in big trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"... Trouble that might overturn your understanding, on a logical level, or perhaps, a faith level."

"Did you know? There are ghosts in this world we live in."

"Hm! I know that!"