Depressed, low-......

When the antique clock was changed, Du Wei suddenly had the illusion that he was on the verge of death.

It seems that his life is completely out of control.

As long as the antique clock thinks about it, he will be directly obliterated.

But Du Wei always remained calm and kept thinking in his head.

Ever since Annabelle was locked in a framed cabinet by herself, she has been trapped in a cycle of death, reduced to her own tools, thrown at home when not in use, and pulled out to die when she is used.

It stands to reason that Annabelle could not have been out of control again.

But only if there is no external intervention.

And the only external force in the house is the mysterious antique clock.

Come to think of this.

Du Wei calmly looked at the antique clock and said: "During my absence, you did something to Annabelle, although I don't know what you want to do, but it must have something to do with me." ”

He didn't seem to feel the increasingly terrifying sense of oppression.

On the contrary, the whole person is more calm and rational.

He said: "I've been thinking about one thing lately, why don't you kill me, if you were still in the recovery period at the earliest, then now your strength has long exceeded my tolerance. ”

"It's not too easy for you to kill me."

"After killing me, you can still turn me into a puppet and let me act according to your will."

"I think that's a problem."

After speaking.

Du Wei entered the evil spirit.

On the back of the right hand, the pattern of the hands slowly emerges.

And it's also turning.

It's like an antique clock in front of you.

Du Wei thought for a while and said, "The reason why I shot you is because I want to test your bottom line, you should know that I have always wanted to kill you." ”

"So we can't always get along harmoniously."

"Hmm...... You're acting mysterious, I've never been able to figure out your purpose, and you're not willing to reveal any information. ”

"But that doesn't mean I can't do anything about you, for example, ...... now"

"You didn't kill me, you just kept pressuring me, you made me feel like you were afraid of something, or rather, once you killed me, your purpose could not be accomplished."

The voice landed.

The antique clock suddenly stopped moving.

The incomparably suppressed terrifying aura just now disappeared in an instant.

It's as if nothing happened.

And, it no longer gives Dewey any response.

See this scenario.

Du Wei suddenly smiled: "Now your reaction tells me that my idea is right." ”

"And ......"

"I think the odds of me killing you are much better than if you killed me......"

When the last sentence was finished, he ignored the antique clock, turned around and removed the mounted cabinet, and carried it to the second floor.

……

Upstairs.

in the bedroom.

Du Wei sat on the bed and set the framed cabinet aside.

At this time, Annabelle was no longer pretending, it was always staring at Du Wei, although there was no malice, but it revealed a strong sense of dead silence.

It's not the same thing anymore.

Dewey wanted to kill it.

But now, there is a new idea.

"Antique clocks...... Well, Ramer's Clock, the one-way connection between it and me is too deep. ”

"It's been affecting me."

"But it seemed to feel like I was out of its grasp, so it started laying it out as well."

Although Du Wei did not see the framing cabinet shattered with his own eyes.

But he can still deduce the direction of things based on the details.

As he spoke, Du Wei reached out and opened the framing cabinet.

The demonic right hand gripped Annabelle's body.

Mark Successful......

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, took Annabelle out, and said to it, "I know everything I do to you, Ramer's Clock, I can see you as an extension of it." ”

"So what I'm going to say is that I'm going to go to Esseglin tonight and enter the gates of hell."

"And when I come out of it, I will arrange a perfect home for you, and test the threat of the Ramer Bell once again."

"When I'm sure enough, the game will officially begin."

"But now, I need to change your home."

Suddenly.

Du Wei whispered: "Dark Shadow ......"

The shadow behind him immediately changed.

The shadows keep spreading.

The whole shadow seemed to come to life, and a black shadow appeared behind him, holding sharp knives in both hands, and bloodshot eyes staring at Annabelle.

In this home, the dark shadow is the earliest tenant.

Of course......

That crumpled woman-faced evil spirit didn't count, because it couldn't even deal with Du Wei in the first place.

Therefore, the Black Shadow always remembered that it had a chance to kill Dewey in the first place, but it was because of Annabelle's appearance that it was unable to do so.

Du Wei turned to look at the dark shadow.

The fluttering red balloons around its neck were particularly eye-catching.

The absurdity reveals a terrifying chill.

Du Wei thought about it, and grabbed Annabelle with one hand and stuffed it into the black shadow's body.

Babbling......

The strange sound of opening the door came from the black shadow's body, and the sound was very light, almost inaudible.

Then, really stuffed it in.

And, when Du Wei stretched out his hand, a backpack appeared in his hand.

Yes......

In the current black shadow body, there is the legacy left by Alvin Dawqua - the door.

In a sense.

Black shadows are really not much different from tools.

After that's done.

Du Wei opened his backpack and took out a dismantled oil painting from it, and said in a low voice: "I don't know if Annabelle will pass through it and affect those evil spirits after I lock her in the door." ”

"If I could, I would have more targets to try."

"And this painting, its name is Another Door, and the man who painted it was done according to the Gates of Hell."

"Moreover, I can push open the door in the painting and enter the ghost dimension within, which was the school of evil spirits ten years ago. And if I open the door again, I'll enter the school of evil spirits in reality. ”

"This might help me get out of the gates of hell."

As he spoke, Du Wei put the oil painting close to his body.

This painting has been available for a long time, but Du Wei has never found a suitable opportunity to use it, and now it has come in handy.

At this time, Du Wei frowned again and said, "No, that evil spirit school is now in the reflection of the city, and it has been a long time since the bus and the horror house disappeared last time. ”

"Could it be, they're fighting again......"

"If that's the case, wouldn't I run into them if I used the paintings to leave the gates of hell?"

Thinking of this, Du Wei couldn't help but have a headache.

"Based on my previous luck, this should happen 100 percent."

"However, behind the gates of hell, there should be no evil spirits or anything else that have a grudge against me."

"After all, it has something to do with Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God."