Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

When Du Wei finished speaking, Hannibal's expression became somewhat puzzled.

He was very confused.

Despite the situation already being as it was, why was this man still so confident? Did he feel that he would definitely win?

But this was impossible.

Thus,

Hannibal said with a smile, "Mr. Du Wei, you no longer have a chance, do you?"

Du Wei smiled faintly, "I don't think so."

Hannibal shook his head. Even though he was eager to meet a fellow, there were still levels among fellows.

Moreover, they both were masters in psychology.

Although Du Wei's knowledge of psychology was more extremist, there had to be a comparison.

Hannibal reached into his pockets and pulled out an old-fashioned pocket watch and a handgun.

"Look, I can kill you at any time, but you can't."

"Mr. Du Wei, you've been deceived by me, the damage your handgun could cause me is minimal."

As he spoke, he threw the handgun to Du Wei.

"It's fully loaded, you can try."

Upon hearing this,

Du Wei smiled thoughtfully, toyed with the handgun after catching it, and then pointed it at Hannibal and pulled the trigger.

After a thud of a gunshot,

The bullet went straight through Hannibal's eye socket and pierced through his skull.

However, Hannibal's expression did not change, always with a faint smile.

Visible to the naked eye,

His injuries healed instantly.

Seeing this, Du Wei had to put the handgun away, nodded slightly, and then asked, "So what do you plan to do next? Hypnotize me?"

Hannibal picked up the pocket watch, smiling and said, "You guessed correctly, but unfortunately, there's no reward."

His gaze lingered on the pocket watch in Hannibal's hand for a moment, his eyes becoming more bizarre.

What a coincidence.

He had also deceived Hannibal.

Whether the handgun combined with the Evil Spirit Coin could kill him or not was not important. It would be best if it could kill him, but if it couldn't, he still had a backup plan.

The most important thing was that this plan had been proceeding smoothly and systematically up until now.

What Hannibal thought was only what he assumed.

Under asymmetrical information, anyone could make mistakes.

Therefore, he would continue to follow the plan.

This was called the mindset of a superior.

And Hannibal was precisely such a person; he disparaged life, considered himself separate from humanity, and he even believed that he was the only "person" in this world, others were nothing but livestock awaiting slaughter.

At this time,

Hannibal also began "hypnotism."

Given that there were problems with the mirrors around them, both of them kept their eyes on each other, not looking at the mirrors.

Hannibal did it intentionally, because he disdained lying to his own kind, and only truthful words could weave the most perfect lies.

He had fully disclosed the murder mechanism of the Mirror Evil Spirit to Du Wei, without hiding anything.

Because he knew that someone like Du Wei could never believe his words, but would definitely factor this information into his thought process.

As for Du Wei not looking at the mirrors but instead making eye contact with him, that was intentional.

In his eyes, Hannibal was already a dead man.

The plan had moved into the next phase.

Let the Mirror Evil Spirit set its sights on him, while initiating the face-swapping mechanism, awakening Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Of course... he also needed the Evil Spirit to set its sights on Hannibal.

Hannibal's voice was soft.

He fiddled with the pocket watch, swinging it in front of Du Wei's eyes, while also speaking in sporadic phrases.

"You were once a forensic investigator, but now you are a psychiatrist."

"The fact that you can smell the scent of blood on me indicates that your professional sensitivity is still present, hence you were once an excellent forensic investigator."

"But now you've become a psychologist, let me help you recall your past, it must be an interesting memory,"

"Your wariness towards everyone indicates that you've suffered considerable psychological trauma."

"This is related to your forensic experience, isn't it?"

When Hannibal said this, he flashed a cold smile at Du Wei.

It was like the sharpest scalpel, precisely dissection the dark side hidden within the human heart.

Du Wei's eyes immediately turned cold.

He had not spoken of that past to anyone, including his girlfriend, Alex.

Everyone has their own secrets.

Once touched, they would erupt completely.

On this point, his attitude was no different from that of Mirror Evil Spirit.

After all, they were both Du Wei.

Hannibal noticed the change in Du Wei's eyes and continued, "Forensic science is the last dignity of the deceased. It's a noble profession. You're not very old, so that experience must have been during your school years."

"Otherwise, it's unlikely you would have had the time to give up that career and re-study psychology."

"So let me think, what unusual experience did you encounter at school?"

"The answer is either you dissected some special corpses, or someone important to you died in front of you, and you were powerless to help."

At this, Hannibal's eyes grew deep, "Was it your girlfriend?"

Du Wei answered indifferently, "You're definitely going to die."

Hannibal laughed and said, "It seems not, so let me guess again, was it your siblings, or perhaps your parents?"

He tested Du Wei with a jesting tone in his voice.

Even, he did not stingy with the disdain and contempt revealed in his words.

The purpose was simple.
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To anger Du Wei, to make this fellow creature expose his true nature.

Boom...

Du Wei raised his gun impassively and blew Hannibal's mouth to smithereens.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Hannibal, holding his mouth, laughed neurotically, but due to his injuries, the laughter was shrill and ghastly, like the screeching of a night owl.

"Hahaha... it seems... I... guessed right."

When Hannibal let go of his hand, his mouth was already intact as before.

He excitedly stood up, resting his hands on the table, looking down imperiously at the man in front of him.

He felt that his kin was about to awaken.

"How does it feel, looking at your relative's corpse? Are you angry? Or is your heart totally undisturbed?"

"Did you also dissect your relative's corpse?"

"Do you hate your own powerlessness?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Hannibal licked his lips and stared at Du Wei, saying angrily, "You want to kill me, don't you? So what are you waiting for?"

He smacked the desk hard, the sound muffled.

"Come on, kill me."

"Don't let those so-called shackles, those so-called rules, bind your will."

"Only the weak adhere to order, their lives as worthless as weeds, blown and scorched by the wind. Everywhere you look, they are dense and annoying."

"If you wish, you can ruthlessly reap their lives with a sickle, trample on their dignity at will."

"You can even take pleasure in it."

"So my kin, what are you waiting for?"

Hannibal was almost roaring.

He yelled at Du Wei, his expression nonetheless solemn as if conducting a sacred ritual.

But Du Wei bowed his head and expressionlessly took out a white mask, glanced at the mirrors, and quickly put it on his face.

The next second.

From the surrounding black mirrors, reflections of Du Wei seated appeared.

One hand propped up his chin, the other rested on his thigh, his posture elegant, his demeanor distinguished, giving off an intense sense of nobility even in such a strange setting.