Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"So, the existence of this diary is to induce me, so I deliberately created an illusion that I wrote it to myself, trying to warn myself."

Du Wei made a judgment, but it also gave him a vague idea in his mind.

There is something that wants to make itself do something, or exposes a way to leave, because it might want to leave too.

It is also possible that it has no way to kill itself directly, so it needs to make hints to itself, induce itself to die step by step, or achieve its certain purpose.

It looks safe, but it actually hides extremely deep malice.

"But it doesn't matter, since you want to play, then I will play with you and see who will show the flaw first."

Du Wei turned to the last page of the diary, took out the pen on the desk, and wrote a paragraph.

【I'm Du Wei, I already know all the secrets of this school, everything is safe now. 】

【The reason why I failed before is that I don’t know enough about this school. I don’t know its real secrets, and I don’t know where the door is. 】

[So I plan to stay for two days for the last game. 】

[If I can't find that door within two days, destroy it or close it, then I will use that method to leave immediately. 】

As for the method, Du Wei deliberately did not write.

After doing this.

Du Wei stood up, cleared his throat, picked up the lesson plans on the table, and walked out of the office.

From the beginning to the end, he never had any contact with those "colleagues".

It is very suitable for a person who is eager to explore the secrets of the school and plans to leave at any time, the mentality of breaking the jar...

And after he left.

In place, those colleagues suddenly froze.

The entire office was silent, eerily quiet.

Ka Ka Ka...

next second.

Everyone stiffened their necks and turned their heads to look at where Du Wei left.

At the workstation, the diary has been closed, only the signature - Du Wei can be seen.

...

Classroom A-012.

As the class bell rang, Du Wei pushed open the door and walked in.

In the classroom, there are a total of twenty-four students, most of whom are women.

Du Wei glanced at those people, and his eyes stopped for a while on the second row by the left window.

The teacher is located on the fifth floor of the teaching building. There is a drizzle falling outside the window. Looking outside, the general outline of the entire school is silent in the rain.

The one sitting by the window was a girl.

Um……

Du Wei had seen her picture, it was Joanna, Tom's dead beautiful neighbor, to be precise, she was still studying ten years ago.

In Ethel Green, Joanna's home, Du Wei saw a photo of her and the female student ten years ago, when neither of them died.

But myself in a church in New York,

After obviously killing the evil spirit she became after death, she shouldn't appear here again.

Or, is this really the school from ten years ago?

Du Wei suppressed his thoughts in the bottom of his heart, passing over all the students one by one.

He memorized them all.

Then, Du Wei stood on the desk, holding the lesson plan in one hand, and knocked on the blackboard with the other.

When he came, he had already read the content of the lesson plan.

It's a bit different from what he thought, and the content is all about psychology.

This is absurd, because all signs indicate that this is a private high school.

These students are still in the first year of high school, and they are studying psychology in the first year of high school...

However, it doesn't matter.

Du Wei looked at his students and said calmly: "I am Du Wei, your psychology teacher, and I will teach you this lesson. Do you remember which lesson I taught you last time? "

Someone replied: "Teacher, in the last class, you talked about the micro-expressions in Chapter 4 and Section 5 of Basic Psychology."

Du Wei nodded: "Very good."

He asked about the last time, not the last session.

And the content in the lesson plan just happened to be connected with the previous class.

In other words, his teacher was forcibly embedded in this school, and all the previous records were compiled by some kind of existence.

Like playing a role-playing game, Du Wei temporarily played the role of a psychological teacher.

However, he did intend to teach these students a good lesson.

Think about it.

Du Wei threw the teaching plan directly on the podium: "Students, micro-expression is an introductory course in psychology. It is a branch. Everyone will have micro-expression, which is subconscious."

"It is difficult for people who have not received relevant training or relevant experience to hide micro-expressions."

"When lying, some people habitually droop their eyelids."

"When hiding secrets, some people will act as if nothing happened, calmer than ever."

"So how to discover the other party's secret through micro-expressions?"

Du Wei stepped off the podium and asked a question to his students.

Someone replied proudly: "Teacher, I know, we can discover each other's secrets by summarizing the pattern of each other's expressions and guiding them through words."

Du Wei nodded approvingly: "You're right. In fact, it's just written language. Everyone knows it's possible to do this, but few people can do it."

"So I won't tell you any theoretical knowledge in this class, but let you experience the charm of psychology."

When he said this, his tone was a little strange.

A role-playing game sounds interesting, but he doesn't want to follow the set script at all.

The contact with these students is the first trial.

Remind students of their identities as evil spirits.

To test the bottom line of a certain existence, whether it will endorse a lie for itself.

If he can endorse, he is ready to continue to sabotage.

Those students didn't know what their teacher was going to do, and they all looked excited. For students of this age, they like new and exciting things.

"This is so cool."

"Teacher, are you going to let us practice and use micro-expressions to find other people's secrets?"

Hearing this, Du Wei smiled and said, "No, I used micro-expressions to find out your secrets."

With that said, Du Wei walked up to that student, Joanna, and started to attack her first.

Joanna was a little nervous: "Teacher, I don't have any secrets."

Du Wei looked into her eyes and said calmly: "Everyone has secrets in their hearts, but everyone wants to bury them deeper, and some people subconsciously bury those secrets because of serious trauma. Forgotten, but we can awaken it through psychological means."

"The softer way is to ease the relationship between the other party and let the other party relax their vigilance."

"But I don't like this method. I like to point out the other party's contradictions more directly and simply, and stimulate the other party to respond."

"So Joanna, why didn't your girlfriend come to class today?"

"Is it because of a conflict between you?"

"You hate her so much, so you did something terrible to her!"

"Then let's make a bold guess again. Did you kill her?"

After the voice fell to the ground, the entire classroom fell silent.

Joanna's face was terrified, everyone was staring at her, her face was gloomy...