Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 221 220, I kill myself.

Cat's eye is a very intriguing thing.

It connects the inside and outside of the door, serving as a bond between spaces.

Inside the room, it was pitch black.

Du Wei stood behind the door, staring expressionlessly at the cat's eye, and even though it was dark in front of him, he could clearly sense that something was definitely standing outside the door.

Just for a moment, an eye pressed against the cat's eye, looking into the room.

He could be sure that the owner of that eye had definitely seen him.

But with Spirit Vision activated, there was nothing unusual outside the door.

Was it human or ghost?

Aside from himself, there were no other guests in the entire hotel, but if it really were a person, it would only be Mrs. Mary Shaw.

Du Wei thought for a moment, then slowly pulled open his overcoat and carefully slid the dagger back inside, making sure not to make any noise during the process.

However, suddenly, there was a click from outside the door.

It seemed that the person outside was trying to turn the doorknob, attempting to come in.

But the door was basically one-way, and without a key, it was impossible for someone outside to open it.

In the darkness.

Du Wei suddenly cracked a smile, revealing a cold grin, although in the absence of light, no one could see it.

He rarely smiled...

The next second.

Du Wei placed his hand on the doorknob while the other drew out the gun, simultaneously flicking off the safety.

The door opened with a swish.

It was just an instant.

Du Wei's pupils dilated abruptly, his breathing quickened.

Outside.

Another him, wearing an overcoat and with an impassive face, was holding the dagger, his eyes showing an indescribable strangeness and shock.

"Who are you?"

The one speaking was the him standing outside.

Even in the darkness, at such a close distance, one could vaguely make out the other's appearance.

Inside and outside the door, it was as if a mirror reflected two Du Weis.

And in the other's hand, the Black Umbrella and dagger looked just like Du Wei from a few minutes earlier.

"What do you think?"

The Du Wei inside the door revealed an icy smile, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

A loud bang.

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A flash of gunfire momentarily brightened the corridor.

Immediately after, Du Wei smelled a faint scent of blood.

That was, at the first sign of anomaly, something in the two rooms on the left and right had begun to imitate him, appearing in his own form.

Although Du Wei wasn't clear yet why the Evil Spirit would treat him in such a nearly prankish manner instead of killing him outright, he had no intention of letting the joke continue.

Thinking of this.

Du Wei held his breath, his gaze cold as he watched the door.

In the darkness, his figure didn't move, like an assassin lurking in the shadows, quietly waiting for the target to appear.

After a short while.

Creeeaak... a sound.

The noise of the door handle turning rang out.

But Du Wei pointed his gun at the peephole without hesitation and pulled the trigger directly.

Boom...

The gunshot sounded.

Du Wei kicked the door open, and then the light inside the room turned on.

He immediately saw another person, dressed exactly like him, lying on the ground with a bullet hole in the head, and murky blood spilled everywhere.

"Ridiculous, my vigilance is not that low."

Du Wei's gaze grew colder and without any hesitation, turned back to his room, no longer looking at the body lying on the ground.

And after he left.

In the room, the light next door suddenly went off.

A face full of wrinkles flashed by, looking identical to the hotel owner, Mrs. Mary Shaw.

At the same time.

Outside the hotel, thunderous lightning continued to strike, stretching out dense like spiderwebs, making the gloomy sky much brighter.

The rain grew heavier.

Certain rustling sounds were masked by the noise of the rain, and in every room of the hotel, footsteps echoed.

Tap, tap, tap...

Then came the creak of doors opening.

A man in a trench coat holding a Dagger emerged from a room.

But terrifyingly, his or its facial features appeared very blurred and had not fully formed.

Yet in stature and attire, it was almost indistinguishable from Du Wei.

After it emerged, other room doors gradually opened as well.

Meanwhile.

Du Wei, unhurried, strapped his bag over his shoulder, untied the red balloon from the bedside, and attached it to his wrist.

Suddenly.

His body stiffened, and he turned his head expressionlessly to look at the door.

A man in a trench coat, with features so blurred they seemed painted on, stood in the doorway holding a Dagger.

Just like a one-to-one high-quality replica doll.