12:30 A.M.
A police car was driving on the highway at the junction between Yard City and Esselgreen.
Inside the car.
Tom looked at Du Wei, who sat in the passenger’s seat with an expressionless face, a backpack on and holding an umbrella, and pursed his lips to say, “You seem to have a lot on your mind, want a smoke?”
Du Wei didn’t refuse, “Thanks.”
Tom shrugged his shoulders and said while driving, “Honestly, I don’t get why you’re so hard on yourself. In the time that I’ve known you, you rarely rest and are almost always dealing with Evil Spirits.”
Speaking of which, he frowned and added, “I think you’re under a lot of pressure. As a friend, I’d really suggest you take some time to relax.”
Tap…
As they talked, Tom casually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and tossed one to Du Wei.
Du Wei caught it, lit the cigarette, then slowly said, “There are some things I prefer not to tell you, and the fewer people know, the better…”He exhaled a puff of smoke.
As the hazy smoke slowly dispersed, Du Wei’s eyes revealed a touch of confusion and a hidden, extremely profound tiredness.
This weariness, even he himself had not noticed.
Tom, with a cigarette in his mouth, disdainfully said, “The higher-ups always feed me that line, but it’s just the same old stuff. The so-called secrecy is quite laughable…”
Du Wei turned his head to look at him and said, “Some Evil Spirits, as soon as you lay eyes on them, they start to track you. And the more terrifying entities are like a conceptual thing; once you know it, it knows you.”
He felt that, based on his relationship with Tom, it was only right to offer an explanation to keep him from overthinking.
Sure enough.
Upon hearing this, Tom’s face immediately changed, “Forget it, don’t tell me anymore, it seems I’m not cut out to be any kind of soul guide.”
Du Wei said lightly, “I agree.”
Just one sentence.
Made Tom even more conflicted. He said helplessly, “Just don’t kill yourself, okay? I don’t want my only friend dying to those ghostly things.”
Du Wei raised an eyebrow, “You seem to have forgotten about Father Tony.”
Tom snorted coldly, “He’s at best my hook-up buddy. But are you sure you don’t want to relax a bit with me?”
“Bro, believe me, the Red Light District is the most wonderful place in the world, no man can resist its temptations.”
Du Wei said disgustedly, “I don’t like those kinds of places, go by yourself if you want to.”
Tom was still not ready to give up, “Hey… brother, you’re out of town, your girlfriend’s not around, no one’s going to check up on you, you get me?”
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but complain, “You know, when Father Tony got drunk before, he was flirting with those women while saying that he loves a woman named Senna. Compared to him, you are seriously lame, man.” ℞ᴀＮꝊꞖÊŠ
Du Wei’s face darkened, “Could you be quiet for a while, please?”
He was starting to doubt whether he was really affected by the Evil Spirit Transformation at all.
Otherwise, why would he feel the urge to sew Tom’s mouth shut?
Tom smacked his lips and said, “Alright, but you’d better not tell Father Tony, otherwise he’d definitely want to kill me.”
Just as Du Wei was about to nod, at that very moment—
His phone started ringing…
The caller was Father Tony.
Du Wei shook his phone screen in front of Tom, gave him a warning look, then pressed the answer button.
On the other end, Father Tony’s voice was very anxious, “Mr. Du Wei, you haven’t arrived in New York yet, have you?”
Du Wei replied, “I am with Tom right now, planning to stay overnight in Yard City. Is something wrong in New York?”
Father Tony ground his teeth and said, “No, but you might be in big trouble. The church has received a message that a lot of people from the Veda Sect are heading to New York, and their likely target is you.”
Du Wei narrowed his eyes, “How soon will they arrive in New York?”
Father Tony answered, “At most a day… Wait, what are you planning to do? I’m telling you this so that you won’t return to New York for now. Hide out for a while. Heaven knows what those crazies might do.”
Du Wei suddenly smiled, “I will.”
With that, he reached into his overcoat, caressing the mask. His smile grew more fervent…
…
Meanwhile.
On the other side…
In Switzerland, it was also raining heavily.
In the underground basement of the headquarters of Dusk Bell Church.
Hannibal, dressed in a suit, was enjoying his dinner in the room.
Some sort of cooked animal liver…
He was a man of fine tastes, with a solid wood dining table, high-end cutlery, and the entire room’s decor was understated yet luxurious.
To the accompaniment of melodious music.
Hannibal put down his utensils, took out a napkin to wipe the traces of food from the corner of his mouth, and revealed his trademark smile.
He turned his head towards a dark corner, “Would you like to join me for dinner, Miss Coral?”
A woman’s figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
It was Coral, who had pulled James into Dusk Bell, who now came out with a cold expression, “Hannibal, do you know what you are doing?”
Hannibal responded with a smile, “Madam, why are you so angry?”
Coral said with sarcasm, “Stop with your so-called disguise. You’re as ridiculous as a clown. I’ve already investigated Depp’s disappearance. You killed him.”
Hannibal licked his lips, “Your wisdom surprises me… but do you know, I find it odd that the first person to discover this was you.”
Actually, he had never attempted to hide the information.
There was no need for investigation; a simple analysis would reveal it was his doing.
Yet the Dusk Bell Church did not expose this.
The meaning behind this was known only to Hannibal and a few others.
So, Coral frowned and said, “Why can’t it be me? Could it be that you know someone would find out your secret, so you are waiting here for someone to come looking for you?”
Hannibal gave a slight smile, stood up and spread his arms, “That is not important, madam. Listen… isn’t the music wonderful? I’ve always believed that music can convey emotions. It relaxes people, and it makes the food taste even better.”
The next second.
He snapped his fingers, and the lights in the room suddenly dimmed.
…
More than ten minutes later.
Hannibal walked out of the room, covering his mouth with disgust, seemingly nauseated…
“Next time, I should play some instrumental music.”
He glanced meaningfully at a corner of his surroundings and slowly said, “I’ve already done what I needed to do. Now I need to leave Dusk Bell for a while to make contact with the people from the Veda Sect.”
Just as he had expected, there was no response…
But that was enough…
Hannibal stepped away, and under the dim light, his shadow was drawn out long, and because of the lighting issue, there appeared to be two shadows…
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