013. an isolation belt
Bang......
Alex's body fell heavily to the floor.
Her eyes were closed, her beautiful face seemed to be distorted by pain, and her bent legs slowly parted as her center of gravity shifted, forming a lying position.
Du Wei exhaled a cloudy breath, walked over to her, closed the silver cross dagger, and tucked it into his clothes.
Behind you.
The strange antique clock had been completely wrapped in the shroud, and all the strange changes around it had disappeared.
Everything seems to be back to normal.
β¦β¦
After struggling to open his eyes, there was a faint pain in the back of his head and back.
Alex frowned, shook his head, and sat up from the couch.
Opposite her, a grim-faced Du Wei was playing with a ring with certain letters faintly engraved on it...... valοΌ
"You've slept for over an hour, Miss Alex."
"Yes...... Has it been so long? β
Alex rubbed his shoulder, feeling as if something had happened after he fell asleep.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long."
"It's okay."
Du Wei smiled at her, put the ring in his pocket, and said to her: "First of all, congratulations, your condition has improved, and for the next period of time, as long as you take medicine normally, there should be no problem." β
"I'll take my medicine on time, but are you sure you didn't really do anything to me after I fell asleep?"
Alex felt the pain on his body and looked at Dewey with strange eyes.
Du Wei said helplessly: "Don't worry, I really didn't do anything to you." β
"Okay......"
Alex felt a little lost, and then she noticed that in Dewey's hand, there was something wrapped in brown linen, which looked familiar.
"What is this?"
Alex was a little confused, she remembered that when Du Wei came, he didn't seem to have brought anything with him except to consult on the case.
Du Wei was silent for a while and said, "This is your family's antique clock. β
"Huh?" Alex's eyes were full of surprise and he asked, "What do you mean?" Do you like this antique timepiece? β
Du Wei said with a stiff face: "Yes, I am going to buy it." β
Alex's eyes were even more surprised, and he asked cautiously, "This is an antique clock from the mid-18th century, are you going to buy it?" Do you know how much it costs? β
Du Wei: ......
Mid-18th century?
Doesn't sound cheap......
"How much?"
He looked into Alex's eyes, feeling very helpless.
Originally, he had enough time to take this anomalous antique clock with him, but it was bound to cause a lot of trouble.
Besides, even telling Alex that her problems were caused by this antique watch would be hard to believe and would cause more trouble.
After all, in the eyes of most people, the world is scientific, and evil spirits are nothing more than ancient legends, words in novels, and pictures in movies.
But if you spend money to buy ......
Although he is rich, compared to Alex, a rich woman, it is simply the difference between the middle and lower poor peasants and the freedom of wealth.
If nothing else, just a set of furniture in Alex's house can probably buy his psychological counseling clinic.
Alex didn't know what Du Wei thought, and said with a faint smile: "It's not expensive, I was auctioned at the auction with a batch of antiques, and I was going to give it to my father, but then I thought this antique clock was very interesting, so I left it at home, I can't remember the specific price, it should only be 800,000." β
In fact, Alex remembers very well that the price of an antique clock is 1.8 million, but she feels that if she tells Du Wei the true price, it may scare him.
As the saying goes, the gap between rich and poor is not about money, but about the values of both sides.
She didn't want Du Wei to feel that the living environment of the two was too different, so that there was a sense of estrangement, so she deliberately erased one million.
And Du Wei didn't know the kindness of the woman in front of him, and when he heard 800,000, he was silent.
The exchange rate between the world currencies has not changed much.
800,000 knives are converted into the amount of the East, which is basically multiplied by six times or seven times.
Well......
That's a lot of money.
Du Wei wanted to say that he was bothered, but when he thought of his current situation, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Can I take out a loan?" β
"Poof......
Alex smiled and looked at Du Wei playfully: "Actually, it is broken now, and the repair process has been lost, and the value is not as high as I said, it is estimated that it is only about 200,000, if you want to buy it, I can sell it to you cheaper." β
As she spoke, she leaned forward again, approached Du Wei, and said seriously: "Actually, as long as you open your mouth, I can give it to you." β
When Du Wei heard this, how could he not know what Alex meant, he smiled bitterly and rubbed his forehead.
"I'll transfer the money to you now."
When Alex heard this, a hint of heartfelt tenderness flashed in his eyes.
She felt that she was in love.
β¦β¦
Afternoon, 16:34.
The rain was heavier, and the sky was even more gloomy.
Du Wei drove his Subaru Impreza down the road.
In the passenger seat, the antique clock, wrapped in a shroud, was held in place by a seat belt.
After buying an antique clock from Alex, Du Wei had mixed feelings.
He has always been a rational person and does not affect himself because of certain things, but this time he does owe a lot of favors.
Although, he also solved Alex's troubles.
But for the latter, everything is unconscious.
He looked up the price of the antique clock and found only one auction record for a late 18th-century clock that looked even more worn, 1.3 million.
As a result, Alex sold it to Du Wei for 200,000.
And as the price of favor, next Tuesday, that is, the day after tomorrow, he agreed to accompany Alex for a day.
Du Wei sighed faintly and glanced at his face in the rearview mirror.
Calm, indifferent, as if everything doesn't care.
But it's really handsome......
β¦β¦
At this time.
Near the psychological counseling clinic, a barrier has been put up.
Many pedestrians around were standing and observing, and some reporters also came one after another.
Many uniformed law enforcement officers in the North Brook district are maintaining order, otherwise these daring reporters and citizens would not know what to do.
Take a picture and post it online?
That would undoubtedly cause an uproar.
βfuckοΌβ
Officer Tom threw the burning cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, his face extremely solemn.
"Hell, I've encountered more weird cases in the past two days than I've been to the red light district more times this month."
At this time, he raised his head and saw a brand-new Subaru Impreza on the other side of the road stopped, his face suddenly gloomy, and he hurriedly walked up.
"Hey, Dr. Du Wei, I've called someone to inform you, but your phone hasn't gotten through, and if you don't come back, I'm afraid I'll have to reward you."
Du Wei opened the car door and the first thing he heard when he stepped down made him frown.
"What do you mean?"
Tom twisted his head and motioned for him to look at the house behind him that pulled up the barrier: "Two very bad news, your neighbor Roy died at home, and someone saw her pass by your door before she died, and now you have nothing to do with this case." β
Du Wei frowned: "What about the other one?" β
Tom stared into his eyes and said, "I have to say, it's a miracle that you can be a neighbor with this kind of person and still haven't died." β
As he said this, he leaned up to Du Wei and stared into his eyes: "Roy is a cultist, we found a lot of blood stains in her house, as well as certain special symbols and rituals, you know, these people have water in their heads, and I can't guarantee that her friends won't have some dangerous thoughts about you, for example, killing you." β