Push open the door of the church.

It's 12:08 p.m.

Dewey didn't wake up Tom and Father Tony, who were in a deep dream.

He just wants to go home now and get some rest.

Exhausted.

Although there are antique clocks and watches at home, but seriously.

After so long, he had become accustomed to it, and every time he came back, he would look at the antique clocks and then sleep listening to the regular, mechanical sound of the hands turning.

Of course.

He was always wary of antique clocks.

The home is the safest, but at the same time the most dangerous.

Fall asleep with the demon god.

It is estimated that in this world, no one can be like Du Wei.

Took a deep breath.

A hint of coldness appeared on the tip of Du Wei's nose.

He's been gone for a week, and it's now the seventh of July.

During the day, it's fine, but at night, the temperature difference starts to get bigger.

Then.

Du Wei frowned again: "...... a week"

As he spoke, he fumbled in his pocket and took out his phone.

It's out of power.

One thing came to his mind.

If he disappears for a week, Alex will definitely call him, after all, in this world, except for her and Tom, and Father Tony, there is basically no one else who cares about him.

"I've got to think of a reasonable reason."

Du Wei said this, but he couldn't help but have a headache again.

He didn't know what to do with Alex now.

She is the reincarnation of Minette.

And according to the truth he learned behind the gates of hell, Minette had inexhaustible feelings for herself in the past.

Even if all Dewey cared about was Alex.

But if one day in the future, Alex suddenly regains the memory of her previous life, wouldn't it mean that she will know that she was in the past, grabbed her neck, and almost pinched her to death.

To know.

What he had experienced before was repeating a certain piece of time in the past.

Although Du Wei does not agree with this at all.

But his girlfriend is different......

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, how can Alex remember the memories of his past life?"

"Ryan can't even think of it, there's no reason she can."

"Besides, even if she could remember, what would she do? It was the evil spirit Du Wei who almost killed her, what does it have to do with me Du Wei? ”

Speaking of which.

Du Wei breathed a sigh of relief, put his phone back in his pocket, and walked towards his home.

The road ahead is long.

But there was a faint mist in the air.

He walked slowly, arrived at a convenience store, bought a pack of cigarettes, and then smoked a cigarette and walked down the road alone.

The dim street lamp next to him stretched his shadow very long.

Seems to be as lonely as he is.

But soon, when his figure disappeared into the fog, even the shadow could not be seen, only the street lamp remained.

……

July 7, 1:20 a.m.

Du Wei came to the door.

He had walked for a long time, and the trench coat he was wearing at this time had been wet with mist.

Take out the key and insert it to twist.

Babbling......

Accompanied by the tooth-souring sound of the door opening.

Du Wei walked into the dark house.

He turned on the light switch in the living room.

Suddenly.

The living room is illuminated.

On the walls, the antique clock still hangs, maintaining the same appearance as it left off.

But Du Wei's face became ugly.

Because he saw that the living room was in shambles, many papers had turned into crumbs, the furniture had fallen crookedly to the floor, and the sofa had been broken in half.

Not to mention ornaments such as coffee tables.

Du Wei looked up and glanced at the chandelier on the ceiling, the shade dangling on the bulb, the exposed wires pulled down by gravity.

"Is there a burglar in my house?"

"Or is there another earthquake in New York?"

Du Wei looked at the antique clock with a strange gaze: "What did you do in the week I left?" ”

It is naturally impossible to enter the thief.

Even if a thief comes in, he will definitely die at home.

And the earthquake ......

I did that with antique clocks before.

It's just that.

It is impossible for an antique clock to give Du Wei a response.

Click......

Only the pointer is turning.

Du Wei was expressionless, and he didn't say anything more.

Wait a little longer, as long as the evil spirit Du Wei can wake up again, he will have enough confidence to wrestle with the antique clock.

It's not time yet.

Come to think of this.

Du Wei didn't bother with it anymore, stepped on the ground, and returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

In the bedroom.

Du Wei took out all the things on his body one by one.

Dice, coins, envelopes, masks, lighters......

And that oil painting.

"Before, I only thought of the painting as a curse-related object, but now it seems that it can be used as my hole card to save my life, and with it, I can hide in it and get out through Freddy."

"There is also the black shadow, which has now become my shadow, and it is impossible for eternity to get rid of me, nor to rebel against me."

"And it has become a demon spirit, and now I, if I don't count the evil spirit Du Wei, my strength should be about the same as that of the people of the Vanity Sect."

"Coupled with my many hole cards, I will not be without the ability to resist when I encounter weirdness alone."

At all times, safety is the most important thing.

Although I haven't encountered the weird yet.

But Du Wei is used to being prepared, and he is now very insecure from the horror house and the bus.

He always felt that all the evil spirits in the world had enmity with him.

The main thing is:

What Du Wei was going to do next was even crazier than before.

He has already set his sights on the Seventy-Two Pillars of Solomon, along with the Church, Voodoo, Twilight Church, and the Vanity Sect.

"Maybe starting with voodoo is a good place to start."

After saying that, Du Wei lay down on the bed and began to rest.

He was so tired that even the envelope, which had always called himself a lackey, did not come out to disturb him.

……

And the other side.

At the Twilight Bell Church.

In the chamber of Matthew's room.

Kerosene lamps lit up the surroundings.

Matthew sat on his desk, next to him was the pen related to the demon god.

Opposite him, the middle-aged white man chained to the cross, had his eyes closed as if he were dead, without any breath.

At this time.

Matthew opened an old book.

It's not very thick, but when you open it, the first page is written.

[We still can't accept what His Excellency Duke has done, his name, his true face has long been taboo, but there are people still waiting for his recovery. 】

[In the distant future, perhaps one day, he will appear in front of us in a way that no one else expected. 】

[But you know, he has long been a non-human, maybe the person who came back is just an empty shell. 】

[It's just that we are grateful for his contribution, and he let us know that there is still a way to steal the power of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of the Demon God, even if it may be difficult to succeed. 】

Seeing this, Matthew sighed very complicatedly.

On the other side, the middle-aged white man opened his eyes and said indifferently, "So he's back." ”

Matthew said, "It's just that he's too weak now, even worse than me." ”

The middle-aged white man said, "He's a forerunner, but so am I." ”

The conversation between two people is not like you asking me to answer, but like talking to yourself, even the tone is exactly the same, the only difference is only the difference in voice.

One is old, the other is young.

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