When Hannibal stepped into the counseling clinic, he suddenly felt a sense of mental oppression.

In front of me was a thick fog that could not be dissolved.

His vision was completely obscured, and he couldn't see what lay ahead.

The cultists who had just walked in the door were all gone.

Disappear silently.

It's like walking into a world that doesn't exist in reality at all.

"Mr. Du Wei, are you still there?"

Hannibal's voice was a little strange, and his body took a few steps back, he had only taken two steps from the time he entered the door, and it was reasonable that he should have retreated by this time.

But both under the feet and in the back, I felt a sense of emptiness.

Can't get out......

Hannibal narrowed his eyes, but didn't care.

"Mr. Du Wei, I know you want me to die here, but I have to say, you couldn't be more wrong."

"Even if you are an evil spirit, you can't kill me at once."

"You've seen my abilities with your own eyes, and I don't care about wasting my life here."

"I've brought a lot of news, like about you with the evil spirit, that you're about to come out of the mirror."

"Aren't you worried?"

Every word of Hannibal was spoken in a conversational tone, as if the fog in front of him was Dewey.

He could sense that Dewey was in the house, but he couldn't determine the location of the other party.

Something was wrong with the fog, cutting off his perception.

Hannibal's face was a little ugly, and the reason why he said this was actually to determine Dewey's location.

As long as he finds Du Wei, he will have the confidence to get out of the current predicament.

Suddenly......

Hannibal heard a strange sound.

Click...... Click...... Click.

It's like a mechanical gear is trying to turn, but for some reason it gets stuck......

It's like an old-fashioned clock......

Hannibal walked in the direction from which the voice came from as he pulled the tranquilizer gun out of his pocket.

According to the evil spirit Du Wei's request, what he wants is a living Du Wei, not a corpse.

Hannibal is happy to help his own kind accomplish their goals.

He takes pleasure in it.

Soon......

Through the fog.

Hannibal saw an old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall.

The surface of the clock is engraved with angels, as well as some motifs that represent sacred meanings.

However, in his state of vision, Hannibal noticed that the source of the fog was precisely an antique clock.

The hands were shaking at 12 o'clock, and they couldn't move forward.

The main thing is......

In front of the antique clock, there is a vague figure.

It happened to be with his back to Hannibal.

Look at the figure exactly the same as Du Wei.

"I said, you can't kill me."

Hannibal sneered and fired the tranquilizer gun directly.

The tail feathers of the anesthetic needle were submerged in the figure, but it seemed to penetrate the phantom.

The next second.

The hands of the antique clock turned back, and Hannibal's body swelled like a balloon, and with a thud, it exploded into a mist of blood......

The vague figure became clearer and clearer.

But if you look closely, you can find that the whole body looks exactly the same as Du Wei, but in fact, it is formed by countless fine black silk threads gathered together.

With the reversal of the hands of the antique clock, part of the black silk thread inexplicably disappeared.

Hanging in the empty framed cabinet next to it, a vague silhouette of a doll appeared.

The antique clock seems to use an incomprehensible force to try to pull Annabelle, who should have disappeared, back to reality.

And this power seems to be related to time.

……

Outside the house.

In the darkness, a muffled grunt of pain suddenly sounded.

Hannibal walked out of the shadows with a blank face, and only two of the three shadows behind him remained.

"The clock...... Wrong. ”

"That figure that looks like Du Wei is also wrong."

"It smells exactly the same as Du Wei, so what I smell is actually it, not Du Wei."

"So where is the real Dewey?"

Hannibal was puzzled.

He didn't understand the current situation at all, what had happened before the psychological counseling clinic, even the most experienced hunter could not help it, and he couldn't even find any useful information at all.

Du Wei used the clown card to disappear inexplicably and enter a dream.

But his items are not in dreams, only the ability to mark can be used.

How unreasonable to look at.

After Du Wei disappeared, the antique clock fell directly into a rage, which made the entire psychological counseling clinic show a terrible face.

When this room had Dewey, it was the safest place in New York.

But when Du Wei was not there, the most dangerous and terrifying place was here.

This information is intertwined, like a mess of threads, and it is impossible to make sense of it.

Hannibal wasted an opportunity to die in lieu of a pitiful amount of information.

All he knew was that the clinic was not normal, the antique clocks were extremely scary, and there was a fake Dewey in it.

"No, this is a trap you prepared for me......"

Hannibal whispered and walked to the door of the clinic.

When those cultists saw him, they all showed strange eyes.

"Mr. Hannibal, you weren't ...... just now"

"Shh......h

Hannibal booed them: "It doesn't matter. ”

As he spoke, Hannibal took an envelope out of his pocket.

When opened, there was a blank piece of paper.

The next second.

A line of text automatically appeared on the paper: "Five minutes ago, you entered the clinic, but you saw a terrifying being, so you died]

[You get some information, but you can't find Du Wei, even though he's in the clinic]

Glancing at the contents of the letter, Hannibal turned to the others and ordered, "Prepare to set fire to this clinic." ”

The envelope was taken by Hannibal from the Twilight Church.

In the letter, there is an evil spirit.

It's not powerful, but it can show what happened ten minutes ago, and give useful information.

The situation was now beyond Hannibal's control, and although he trusted his own mind, he would refer to the letter when the information was insufficient.

If Du Wei is really in the clinic, as long as he sets the fire, then he will definitely come out.

Otherwise, you will die in the fire.

As for whether doing so would make the antique timepiece get out of hand, Hannibal didn't care about that.

He has the ability to die in lieu of death, and he is not a good man.

As long as the goal can be achieved, all means can be used.

Hannibal whispered, "Things are getting more and more interesting. ”

……

Dingdingding......

Fingertips tap the piano keys, and the melodious music is intense.

"Dewey" sat at the piano and played the lullaby.

Behind him, the black shadow stood silently, never moving half a step away.

Annabelle crouched in the corner of the dissection room shivering, it had been in a state of fear since it appeared, and some fine black threads appeared on its body.

The parts with the silk threads have become very blurry.

But "Dewey" didn't notice it at all, he played the piano intently, and behaved strangely.

His clothes are also a little bloated, and under the trench coat, a red and green turtleneck sweater can be faintly seen.

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