I looked at Tom for a long time, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid of evil spirits?" They're just talking to you. ”

Tom's face became extremely gloomy: "You did it?" ”

"Just mess with each other!" I said lightly, "You are using the means of the world, and I am using the secret method of the Dao. You're just holding my stuff, but I can kill you. ”

I said coldly: "Whether it is fame or profit, it is only useful to you when you are alive." When your name is engraved on the stone tablet, the fame of Tianda has nothing to do with you. ”

Tom pounded his hands on the table and roared, "Don't think that you can be lawless with a little witchcraft, the Holy See won't let you go!" ”

I smiled and said, "Then the Holy See must dare to come to Huaxia to arrest me." ”

I'm not pretending to be indifferent, the Holy See has a huge influence in Europe, and when it enters China, it becomes a toothless tiger. Although there are churches in the country, they have no affiliation with the Holy See, and the Holy See has never recognized the churches in the country, and the church will not deal with warlocks because of their words.

Moreover, the relationship between Shudao and the Holy See has been a bond since the end of the Qing Dynasty, and it has not changed in the slightest until today. If Tom wants to arrest me through the Holy See, it is better to call the police.

Tom roared, "Wait for me! You ......"

Xie Wanhua didn't wait for me to speak, and preemptively argued with Tom. I couldn't understand what Xie Wanhua said, so I could only turn my head to look at Lao Du. Lao Du said in a low voice: "Xiao Hua is threatening him." ”

Only then did I know that Lao Du could understand English. Lao Du said: "Xiaohua said, you can go to the Holy See to try." Don't forget, I also have a godmother. When the Holy See tracked me down, I could have said that you want to study witchcraft. ”

"The Holy See hates not evil spirits most, but infidels. The Holy See burned countless witches and heretics in Europe, and although they do not publicly execute heretics, the stakes of the Inquisition are never extinguished. If you want to be ruined, you can go to the Holy See. ”

Xie Wanhua's voice slowed down a bit: "Take a step back, what if the Holy See doesn't treat you as a heretic?" Do you remember some of the most popular legends of evil spirits in Europe? What is the result of those people being exorcized? They were all brought into the Holy See and became monks and nuns. ”

"For those who have no other pursuits, it may be a joy to dedicate their lives to the light. But what about you? All your honors come from the field of psychology, and once you become a monk, none of that has anything to do with you. ”

Xie Wanhua smiled and said, "Moreover, I think the Holy See will be very interested in you." Turning a man who admires science into a believer in theology will surely become a model for the Holy See. Do you want that? ”

Tom sat on the chair with a pale face and couldn't say a word, but Xie Wanhua said slowly: "To paraphrase your words!" I feel like the conversations between us are getting boring and boring. Goodbye! ”

Before I could speak, Xie Wanhua turned off the video.

When I looked at Xie Wanhua, the other party spoke first: "Give Tom a while to think about it, and when he can't bear the psychological pressure, we will win." ”

I looked at Xie Wanhua: "How long will it take?" ”

"It's hard to say." Xie Wanhua shook her head and said, "The ability of a psychiatrist to bear it is often beyond that of ordinary people, and it is difficult for me to estimate how long he can bear it." If you can keep putting pressure on him, maybe he'll break down soon. ”

"No way!" I shook my head and said, "Some things have to be done in moderation, and if the evil spirits in the diary kill someone, it will be difficult for us to get back to the diary." ”

"Then wait!" Xie Wanhua comforted me and said, "In the past, I didn't grasp Tom's weakness, and I was always at a disadvantage. I'm sure he'll soon be under pressure. ”

Although Xie Wanhua swore an oath, Lao Du seemed worried. The two of them have completely different ways of thinking and different focuses. Lao Du must have hidden something in his heart and didn't say it.

I can also see that Xie Wanhua seems to be deliberately avoiding something. What the hell is going on with these two guys?

I watched both of them for the next few days. They both seem to deliberately avoid being alone, and sometimes, even if they meet inadvertently, they will deliberately avoid each other.

What I didn't expect was that at noon on the third day, a courier suddenly delivered a package. Xie Wanhua took the parcel and walked into the office in a few steps: "Tom's courier." He mailed the diary back? ”

Tom sent the courier back without contacting us?

I couldn't help but frown.

It stands to reason that Tom, even if he didn't have the courage to negotiate any terms with us, should return the diary after he was sure that we wouldn't continue to trouble him. Once he loses his last chips, he won't have any advantage over us. Would he be stupid to this extent?

Xie Wanhua, who didn't know what I was thinking, opened the package at this time, and took out a few pages of diaries and a toy dagger from it: "What does this mean?" ”

I took the dagger, looked at it several times, and handed it to Lao Du. Lao Du looked at the dagger and said, "This is a magic prop." There should also be a cylinder to match the dagger. ”

I see, it's a juggling gadget. Putting the cylinder on his hand and stabbing his arm with a dagger, the dagger with its toughness will go around the slide of the cylinder to the other side, making it look like a knife piercing his arm, but in fact it does not hurt the performer at all.

Lao Du rummaged twice in the box: "What is he doing with such a thing?" ”

"Let's see." I reached out and took the diary in Xie Wanhua's hand, removed the spell on it and read it.

"Tong Tong is hooked on magic. Although his approach was naïve, he enjoyed the applause of others, and every time I complimented him, he was very happy. He prepared a lot of magic tricks and said he was going to perform them for his father......"

The whole page of the diary looks very ordinary, but the last piece of the diary becomes a child's drawing.

The technique of drawing is very immature, and I can't even see the foundation of painting, but I can also see that the painting depicts a man in black standing outside the window, holding a sharp knife and peeping into the house.

Especially the dagger in his hand, even with a kind of expressive killing intent, at first glance it looks like the murderer waiting for the opportunity has locked on to the target in the house, and may kill at any time.

I couldn't help frowning: "Lao Du, this is what your child painted?" ”

Old Du Qiang endured his sadness: "Tong Tong has liked to paint since he was a child, but I don't think this should be painted by him." He couldn't have seen anything like it! ”

Lao Du is right, most children are painting things they have seen, even if they are painting things they imagine, there are traces to follow.

In this painting, the murderer's movements are so expressive, could it be that Tong Tong has ever seen the murderer standing in the window?

Xie Wanhua said: "I think this is the painting painted by Tong Tong. I have seen many of Tong Tong's paintings, and Tong Tong's observation ability surpasses that of many children of the same age. Sometimes I even think that he inherited his father's talent to have such a keen sense of observation. ”

Xie Wanhua stretched out her hand and pointed to the window in the painting: "Look here, this string of wind chimes." That's my sister's own wind chime, and this is supposed to be your window. ”

"Impossible!" Lao Du immediately retorted, "My house is on the eighth floor, who can stand outside the window?" Unless that's the ......."

Lao Du was stunned after speaking, and Xie Wanhua couldn't help but shudder: "You...... You used to ...... Didn't provoke anything, did you? ”

Lao Du turned his head to look at me: "Xiao Wu, what do you say is going on?" ”

I shook my head and said, "What I'm concerned about now is not the painting, but what Tom meant by just mailing two pages of the diary and a knife." ”

"This ......" Xie Wanhua and Lao Du couldn't help but look at each other, unable to say a word.

If Tom had relented, he should have sent all the diaries by mail, what did it mean to send only two pages?

Xie Wanhua stomped her feet and said, "I'm looking for Tom." ”

Xie Wanhua picked up the phone and called, but there was no movement on the other side of the phone. Xie Wanhua put down the phone and said, "Tom didn't answer my call." ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Tom didn't mail the diary all at once, there must be a way to delay, or eliminate the time for the evil spirits to attack." We can't afford to wait any longer. Lao Du, let's go to your house first. ”

Lao Du hesitated for a long time before nodding and said, "Okay, I'll take you there." ”

When Lao Du went out to pick up the car, Xie Wanhua said in a low voice: "After my sister left, my brother-in-law never returned home, and his house has always maintained the appearance of the crime scene." My sister's case has always been a thorn in my brother-in-law's heart, and he may not be able to control his emotions after he goes back, you ......"

While Xie Wanhua was talking, Lao Du had already driven back. Xie Wanhua quickly stopped, and I nodded to the other party, meaning: understandable.

Without saying a word, Lao Du drove us to an old building in the suburbs. When I followed him up to the eighth floor, Lao Du suddenly said angrily: "Who did this? ”

I followed a few steps before I saw that the gate of Lao Du's house had been nailed up with a wooden plank. Not only was the gate nailed to the ground, but a string of wind chimes hung from the wooden planks.

Lao Du was so angry that he smoked: "Who the hell did this?" ”

"Wait a minute......" Before I could finish my words, Lao Du kicked on the door. Although he is not a martial arts master, he is a soldier in the end, and as soon as he stepped down, he kicked the wooden board on the door in two with a "click". Lao Du didn't wait for me to speak......

The movement of Lao Du kicking the door shook the entire corridor and buzzed, and after a while, the resident on the opposite side poked his head out: "Are you sick?" ”

Lao Du looked at each other with red eyes: "Who nailed my door?" ”

"Your home?" The man was visibly stunned. Before the man could speak, an old lady came out of the house: "Xiao Du, you're back!" Come on in! ”