Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 438 - 434, The blonde Exorcist

Seriously.

Du Wei was a bit stunned...

He looked at Freddy, who was kneeling before him, fervently kowtowing with hands supporting the ground, desperately pleading, and was somewhat baffled.

What was going on?

"Please, Mr. Du Wei, grant me a swift death, just end my life quickly; I know you have the power,"

Freddy said with a mournful voice. His pleading words inevitably aroused sympathy in anyone who listened.

What kind of experience had made him turn out this way...?

But Du Wei had no sympathy at all.

His purpose was to ask Freddy about Rahmer’s Bell.

At the same time, the voice of Ryan, clamoring from the handset he held in his hand, reached his ears.

Ryan was ranting, "Director, don’t listen to this idiot’s nonsense; it’s trying to hoodwink you. This dumbass just said it was going to confront the Demon Nun."

"Although I don’t know what a Demon Nun is, as soon as I heard the name Freddy, I felt it was no good person. You absolutely mustn’t believe its lies!"

Freddy cursed angrily, "Ryan, cut the crap. If I want to face the Demon Nun, it’s because you forced me. If you didn’t come to insult and humiliate me regularly, would I be so desperate to die?"

As he spoke, Freddy continued to kowtow to Du Wei.

"Mr. Du Wei, I was foolish before. I shouldn’t have bothered you for no reason. You wanted that piano; I should’ve simply handed it over. But now, things have turned out like this."

"I guess I must be totally useless to you now, right?"

"Just put me out of my misery, let me go to hell or heaven—I really don’t want to live anymore!"

Freddy’s eyes were brimming with tears as he wept and clutched his head.

While crying, he crawled towards Du Wei, seemingly trying to grab onto his legs.

"Shut up!"

Du Wei frowned and spoke with an impatient tone.

Ryan, on the other end of the phone, got angry, "Freddy, are you deaf? Shut up, did you hear me!"

Their conversation was getting on Du Wei’s nerves.

Perhaps decades ago, the two, who could have been described as stepfather and son, had a relationship that was becoming increasingly strained, although it might have been just as tense before.

But...

This was certainly more excessive than ever, with both parties cursing each other at every turn.

Thus, Du Wei spoke to Ryan on the other end of the phone, "I have to ask Freddy something. After I’ve asked, then we can talk about your matter."

Ryan responded eagerly, "Is it about my promotion and raise?"

Du Wei answered vaguely, "The welfare system of our hospital hasn’t been worked out yet, so the promotion and raise have to wait. However, I can bestow upon you the honorary title of my assistant."

Ryan sounded a bit disappointed at first but then excitedly said, "Director, you’re so awesome already, becoming your assistant would make me pretty awesome too, wouldn’t it?"

In his world view, Director Du Wei was the most awesome person. Being the only doctor just below Du Wei was the highest compliment for him.

Du Wei nodded and said, "You can think of it that way, but I don’t really recommend you tell others; after all, it’s just an honorary title, it’s enough that you know it yourself."

Ryan spoke with a grave tone, "I get it... I understand... If others found out, they’d surely be envious of my talent. If they insult my honor, my medical career might be interrupted."

"Damn, those people are really too bad!"

Du Wei agreed a few times, and then he managed to quieten Ryan down before turning his head to look at the devastated Freddy.

At this moment.

Freddy was flabbergasted.

The conversations between Du Wei and Ryan were not hidden at all; they were spoken right in front of him.

After listening, the only thought in its mind was...

"This devil is in cahoots with Ryan."

"These two are both insane..."

"How could anyone say such utterly illogical things if they weren’t crazy?"

"And something about an honorary title as a ’deputy’."

"Do they really think everyone in the world, besides themselves, is crazy? And that they are the doctors?"

"Is the world too mad?"

Thoughts tumbled incessantly in Freddy’s mind.

It roared within, "I, Freddy, lost to a madman? No… two madmen?"

Du Wei had no idea what Freddy was thinking.

But he could tell that Freddy was indeed acting strangely, possibly because he had been confined for too long, leading to mental issues.

He needed to quickly get the information he wanted.

Otherwise, after some time, this nightmare might become a lunatic.

Thinking this,

he hurriedly asked in a cold voice, "Freddy, you mentioned Rahmer’s Bell before, didn’t you? Tell me everything you know about this bell, and perhaps I can grant you a swift end."

Freddy looked at Du Wei with a complicated expression.

Struggle and contemplation flashed through its eyes.

Hesitant, but eventually, it could only sigh helplessly with a woebegone face, "Rahmer’s Bell, why would you ask me about that thing?"

Du Wei lowered his head, looking down at it, and said, "Because I suspect that one of the antique clocks in my house is the Rahmer’s Bell you mention."

Freddy’s face turned to shock, "What? You have an antique clock in your house? Is it the one with the holy relief of angels on its surface, and a goat’s head on the back?"

Du Wei pondered for a moment.

It seemed that the antique clock at home was indeed like that.

He replied, "Yes, but it has been damaged, and for the most part, its hands overlap and move together."

Freddy blurted out, "No... devils... no, Mr. Du Wei, you’ve misunderstood."

"That’s how Rahmer’s Bell is supposed to be. Many years ago, that bastard, that beast Ryan Hamel, used some method to limit Rahmer’s Bell."

"Since then, it has been no different from an ordinary clock."

"But if it breaks through the limitations, the hands will overlap."

Du Wei sharply noticed some issues and quickly asked, "You mean to say Rahmer’s Bell once belonged to Ryan Hamel?"

Freddy reluctantly said, "Yes, my knowledge about Rahmer’s Bell also comes from Ryan Hamel. That bastard has always been scouring the world for these kinds of items, I don’t know what he was thinking."

Hearing this,

Du Wei couldn’t help but muse, "If the antique clock is Rahmer’s Bell, then based on the information Alex helped me look up, the owner of Rahmer’s Bell twenty years ago

was the blond exorcist who died in the outskirts of New York, in the church that was the predecessor to Hill Psychiatric Hospital."

"The mask, antique clock, and oil painting I now have were also collected by that person."

"Which means, Ryan Hamel was that blond exorcist…"

"And, twenty years ago, another member of the Vanity Sect also died in New York."

"The reason Mercer created the blood sacrifice around the Horror House was to suppress the Primitive Mask beneath the ground of Horror House."

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"Because, with the thirteen masks, each one harbors a demon spirit."

"And when I was in Jedecra State, I also obtained some related information."

"Ryan Hamel was very close to a member of the Vanity Sect, and they both studied Hell’s Gate."

"Could it be that the member of the Vanity Sect who died in New York was that friend of Ryan Hamel?"