In the hotel.

Melodious piano music sounds, the music is soft and makes people drowsy.

But Tom couldn't sleep at all, his eyes widened as he stared at Dewey, who was sitting on the couch playing music on his laptop, his expression a little broken.

Seriously.

Tom can spend days and nights in the red light district, even if he goes out and does high-intensity work, he doesn't feel that there is a problem.

But leaving the red light district and having no direct work, he can't bear it without sleeping.

It's five o'clock in the morning, a long time before dawn, and because of the time difference, the sun doesn't rise until after eight o'clock in Poland.

Ten minutes ago, after Du Wei returned to the hotel, he took his laptop and began to rummage through the lullaby one by one.

"Good brother, why don't we look for it tomorrow, I really can't bear it now, please, I just want to sleep now!"

Tom rubbed his hair frantically, and couldn't help complaining: "And many pianists have written lulassies, at least hundreds, plus the lullaby tunes played by different people are also a little different, you have to find at least a week to listen to them one by one!" ”

"And what if you find that lullaby?"

Tom had no idea what it meant for Dewey to do this.

Then.

Hearing this, Du Wei pressed the pause button and said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot to put on my headphones, you go to sleep now, I'll look for a while." ”

As he spoke, he took out his backpack and rummaged through the headphones and plugged them into the socket of his notebook.

Seeing this, Tom said even more helplessly, "Don't you need to sleep?" ”

Du Wei shook his head and said, "I'm used to it, and my instincts tell me that the lullaby is important, and I have to find it." ”

Tom spread his hands: "Intuition? Every woman I've ever had a relationship with thinks I'm rich, but I'm actually a moonshine clan, and you actually trust your instincts? This surprised me. ”

Du Wei glanced at him and said speechlessly: "Intuition is just a conceptual word, when you have experienced a lot of things, and you encounter something similar again, the subconscious will help you make a judgment, the reason why I want to find that lullaby is because the anomaly only happened after the music sounded." ”

"It's possible to use it."

According to the conclusion of common sense analysis, there is nothing wrong with it.

However, Dewey did not know for the time being that the lullaby was not played by Freddy, but from the piano itself.

Even he didn't know the name Freddy.

When Tom heard Dewey's words, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "So you want to play a lullaby after you get that piano?" You still know music? ”

Du Wei shook his head: "I don't understand, but when I was a child, my family helped me sign up for piano classes for a few months, and I still remember some basic things very clearly, as long as I can memorize the score, I should be able to barely play." ”

When he was a child, his family conditions were indeed very good......

But then, with the death of his parents, it became a thing of the past.

Tom couldn't help but sneer, "Hey...... Friend, in fact, I also studied piano, and it has been much longer than you, but since I went to the police academy, all those things have been forgotten by me, I only remember that the teacher who taught me piano lessons at that time was in good shape, and you only took the piano version for a few months, and you told me that as long as I remember the score, I can play the piano? ”

After speaking, he stood up and shook his head: "I don't think you can do it......"

Du Wei said calmly: "I think I can." ”

Tom was amazed, lit a cigarette for himself, and walked to the bedroom: "All right, then the future piano master Mr. Du Wei, I'm going to sleep, you take your time here to find that lullaby, I hope you can find it in a day." ”

Du Wei looked at Tom's back and raised an eyebrow.

I don't seem to have a habit of bragging, so why doesn't Tom believe himself?

As long as you know the keys of the piano, playing a simple lullaby is not a big problem.

All it takes is a little bit of luck to get started quickly.

As for finding the lullaby, it won't take long.

Du Wei refocused his gaze on the laptop screen......

At this point, there are only three pages left of the lullaby entries searched on the screen browser.

The browser's filter ticks - 20 years ago.

Find a lullaby one by one.

It took about ten minutes.

Du Wei's eyes lit up and he pressed the pause button.

The melody of this lullaby was exactly the same as the one he had heard, except for the timbre.

But at this time, Du Wei inadvertently glanced at the creator's name, and his eyes suddenly changed.

I saw that on the website, the creator of this lullaby is Ryan Hamel.

"Ryan?"

Du Wei frowned and said, but he felt strange: "It shouldn't be the Ryan I know, he was only eight or nine years old twenty years ago." ”

The voice landed.

Du Wei hesitated, typed Ryan Hamel into his browser, and began his search.

Soon the browser showed up Ryan Hamel's life log.

But it's very short-lived......

[Name: Ryan Hamel]

[Date of birth: 1962-??? 】

[Born in St. Bodia, his parents are core members of the Church......]

That's all you can search for.

I couldn't even find the photos.

Du Wei was slightly relieved to see this, the first time he met Ryan was at Hill Psychiatric Hospital, he was a complete mental patient, and he didn't notice anything wrong with him until the last time the dream world contacted him again.

"But this Ryan's parents turned out to be from the church, maybe I should ask the church to help me check his information."

It's just a casual exercise.

After Du Wei took out his mobile phone and edited an email to the church, he began to remember the score of this lullaby.

He used the clown card to make a wish that he would have access to the piano.

It should have been these two days.

……

In Switzerland, the sun has risen high.

Ryan and James have just solved an evil spirit incident.

"Patient James, help me calculate how many evil spirits I have solved, when will I become the vice president of our psychiatric hospital?"

Ryan was wearing a white coat with his hands in his pockets, his face was proud, and he strode very arrogantly.

On his chest, he still has the identification badge of the Twilight Bell Church.

Of course, in his opinion, this thing is called a medical qualification certificate.

James on the side said tiredly: "You have already solved the three evil spirits, but it is definitely impossible to become the vice dean, unless you get the permission of your Excellency." ”

That Excellency, Matthew, the leader of the Twilight Bells.

When Ryan heard this, he said disdainfully: "That bad old man is also worthy of being the dean, wait...... When I climb to the position of vice president, I will kill him and let Director Du Wei take the position. ”

James couldn't keep up with Ryan's brain circuit, and asked suspiciously: "After you became the vice president, why did you let Du Wei be the dean, and by that time you would already have a higher position than him?" ”

The title of vice president is more than one level higher than that of the director.

Ryan scratched his head and said, "The director is not the dean, how can he promote me to be his deputy?" ”

James said tangledly: "But the premise of what you said is that you have become the vice president!" ”

Ryan spat on the ground: "You know a fart, the director is the guiding light in my career, he can go to our psychiatric hospital to be the director, it's enough to save face, shouldn't he be the director?" ”

The logic of this statement does not match the previous one at all.

James was already used to it, and he suddenly said, "I see, then I understand what you mean." ”

Ryan smiled with satisfaction: "Patient James, it seems that you are recovering well, you can actually keep up with my thinking, or you will be discharged from the hospital soon." ”

James' face turned green, and he was about to open his mouth to argue, but Ryan suddenly paused, and the expression on his face became extremely puzzled, and his eyes looked into the distance......

"It's weird, how do I feel like someone is pronouncing my name......"

"Huh...... What's my name? ”

James replied, "Aren't you called Ryan?" ”

Ryan tilted his head: "Then what's my last name?" ”

James was stunned: "This ...... How do I know this, and you don't remember it yourself? ”

Ryan said confidently: "A professional psychiatrist like me is in charge of so many patients every day, is there a problem that I forget my surname?" ”

"It just shows that I'm very good."

……

At this moment.

In the wasteland of an amusement park in central Poland, three cultists lay on the ground, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

The surroundings are very quiet.

Before dawn comes, it's actually the darkest time of the day.

Therefore, the wasteland is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly......

A strange gurgling sound rang out.

One of the three cultists, suddenly struggling painfully in her deep sleep, her hands spasmodically bent and bent, waving wildly, her mouth opening and closing, and a murky stream of water kept coming out of her mouth and nose.

Her clothes were soaking wet, too.

The hair and skin were all covered with a layer of water.

First the spit out, then the frantic coughing, like a drowning person choking on his trachea.

Her expression was extremely painful, but she couldn't wake up from her deep sleep.

The remaining two cultists also had different strange changes.

One of the men bounced upwards with a touch of his body, and when he fell to the ground, all the bones collapsed, his limbs twisted, and blood splattered.

It was like a corpse that committed suicide by jumping off a building.

The last of the remaining people screamed in terror in their deep sleep, and the cries were filled with fear and collapse.

The next second.

Five sharp claws made of steel protruded from her throat......

"Woo ......"

Poof......

The steel claw, straight down her throat, stabbed into her chest, and when it was pulled out again, a beating heart was brought out.

Syllable......

The heart is pinched and exploded......

Elm Street did not succeed in coming to reality.

But a horrible nightmare that calls itself Freddy appears in a dream because someone sees it.

Obviously, it wasn't the piano that could kill people in his dreams, it was Freddy.

The piano was just a special thing that suppressed it and restricted it.

……

Early the next morning.

In the middle of the hotel.

Du Wei sat on the sofa with a blank face, looking at the screen of his laptop and an email from the church.

The email reads as follows.

[In 1986, Ryan Hamel graduated from the church's school, and his parents were both core members of the church, who loved art and became an exorcist in the same year]

[In 1989, Ryan Hamel went to Poland and fell in love with an old nun who was more than 20 years older than him on Elm Street.

[In 1994, the church lost all news of Ryan Hamel, and it is suspected that this person was dead]

……

At this time, Tom walked out of the bedroom, stretched and asked Du Wei curiously, "Hey, you haven't slept all night?" ”

"Yes......"

The voice is a little hoarse......

Du Wei looked up at Tom, his face was slightly haggard, but his eyes were more and more calm.

"I've learned the lullaby, and I have something for you to do now."

There was a hint of weariness in his tone.

Tom was surprised and said, "Really? ”

Du Wei said coldly: "Why should I lie to you? ”

Tom immediately gave a thumbs up: "It's worthy of you ......"

Although he didn't think that Du Wei could do it, since his good brother had said it, he didn't have to ask any questions.

So, he hurriedly asked, "By the way, what do you want me to do?" ”

Du Wei said calmly: "I want you to help me find the Polish police to find out if there was an exorcist named Ryan Hamel living in Elm Street twenty years ago, and help me check the middle-aged nun who lived in her 40s on Elm Street at that time." ”

Judging by the information given by the church, as well as the information he has found out on his own.

The exorcist named Ryan Hamel may have left something behind on Elm Street, and he seems to have some connection to the horrors of Elm Street.

Even Dewey suspected that the humanoid silhouette playing the piano was the dead Ryan Hamel.

After Tom heard Du Wei's words, he did not hesitate and immediately called the Polish police.

It didn't take a while.

Someone on the other end of the phone found out the relevant information.

Tom's face suddenly turned extremely exciting.

After he hung up the phone, he said to Du Wei: "That person named Ryan Hamel actually fell in love with an old nun in her forties, fuck!" The son of the old nun was older than him. ”

After saying that, he added: "Father Tony will definitely have a common language with him!" ”

Du Wei frowned and asked, "Is there any other news?" ”

Tom hurriedly said, "Nothing else, but the Polish police told me that Ryan Hamel had been to Elm Street twice, the first time because he was in love with the middle-aged nun, and the second time because of the horror legend that had happened in Elm Street." ”

Du Wei narrowed his eyes: "Go on." ”

Tom continued: "That horror legend has something to do with a middle-aged nun, her son Freddie Kruger to be exact. ”

"Freddy Krueger was a pervert who often harassed the children on Elm Street and was burned alive by angry parents, but since then, every day Freddy dies, children die in their dreams."

When Du Wei heard this, he took a deep breath and said, "So, when Ryan Hamel came to Elm Street for the second time, did that fire follow?" ”

Tom nodded and said, "That's right, and it's said that someone heard a lullaby on the day of the fire on Elm Street......"

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