Just when Wang Feng was thinking nonsense, Van Gogh suddenly got up and slowly got off the bed.

His eyes were still glazed and expressionless.

"Van Gogh?"

Wang Feng called Van Gogh but did not get any response, only to see Van Gogh slowly walk to the wall, and then bite his finger and write two words on the wall.

Nightmare......

When Wang Feng saw these two words, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Van Gogh turned his head to look at Wang Feng, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, his pupils were infinitely dilated, and his eyes had turned pure black.

This made Wang Feng startled, but he quickly came to his senses.

"Here ......

After Van Gogh said this, he fell down directly, but fortunately, Wang Feng quickly held him up.

At this moment, the words on the wall began to change, giving rise to a variety of strange colors, which were combined again to form a painting.

Wang Feng stared at the painting with a solemn expression.

"What the hell is going on?"

He quickly placed Van Gogh on the bed, and then carefully observed the paintings on the wall.

Countless lines outline the two figures, but they are extremely blurred.

Before Wang Feng could come to his senses, the painting had disappeared in front of him, as if it had never appeared.

"Gone? How is this possible? ”

Wang Feng didn't expect the painting in front of him to disappear, and he couldn't help but ponder what kind of meaning it had.

But even if he wanted to break his head, he didn't come up with the meaning of the words, and the figure composed of lines was so blurred, as if he was hugging and running away.

The rest of the lines are even more jumble, as if they are in a dark place, and those colors have never been seen before, and even a glance at them feels a little uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath: "Could it be that Van Gogh knew the meaning of this painting?" ”

Wang Feng turned his head to look at Van Gogh, who was already unconscious, and denied his thoughts: "No, that painting is too abstract, even Van Gogh may not know the meaning." ”

It was raining again outside, and the windows in the room were blown open by strong winds.

"It's so windy."

Wang Feng walked over and closed the window again.

I stumbled upon the residents in the rain, standing in the street and looking up at the sky, as if enjoying the rain.

The moment Wang Feng saw them, they slowly turned their heads and looked at Wang Feng's position.

Countless eyes glowed red, like hungry beasts.

He didn't think much about closing the window quickly, but the situation just now began to appear in his mind, as if it was deeply engraved in the depths of his memory.

"Nightmare ......"

Outside the window came the shouts of the residents, and the sound sounded eerie, like an old tape that was intermittent and mixed with other sounds.

There was not much light in the room itself, and the whole room was eroded by darkness when the windows were closed. Coupled with the strange shouts of the group of residents outside, Wang Feng felt scared.

"It's terrifying."

He lay on the bed and tried to calm himself.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the window came, and Wang Feng hurriedly got up and looked at the window.

"Who?"

He asked, and then began to speculate, "Could it be the residents?" ”

Wang Feng didn't know why he was obviously afraid of death, but he still slowly approached the window and opened it to take a look.

His hands trembled slightly, and the moment the window opened, a paw came straight through the crack.

Wang Feng hurriedly closed the window again, but the claw struggled frantically, and finally retracted in the resistance.

He quickly locked the window and sat down on the bed, panting for air.

The claw was exceptionally ugly, not like an animal's paw, and in some ways a bit like a human hand, but with some changes.

"Looks like those guys can't sit still anymore."

Wang Feng looked around, then locked the door and pressed the table against the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

Someone was banging on the window outside.

There was a knock on the door.

"What the hell are they trying to do?"

Wang Feng only felt that his back was already wet with sweat, and cold sweat kept pouring out.

Defenseless, Van Gogh suddenly stood up and yelled.

What he said in his mouth were all strange words, and even Wang Feng didn't hear this sentence clearly, what he wanted to express. It's more like an old language.

"Van Gogh!"

Wang Feng hurriedly shouted Van Gogh's name, but Van Gogh didn't pay attention to him, but shouted even louder.

The monsters outside the house, hearing Van Gogh's words coming out of their mouths, also began to imitate, at first they were jumbled and in no order, and finally they said the words in unison.

Although Wang Feng couldn't understand it, this sentence made him creepy, as if he was peeking into the deepest darkness in his heart, magnifying his fear infinitely.

"What should I do?"

Wang Feng knew that he had fallen into a desperate situation and was thinking of a way, but at this moment, he was already carried away by fear, and there was no way to get out of this predicament.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and their voices were getting louder and louder, and the discordant tones of those voices were particularly harsh, even more terrifying than theirs.

The countless noises made Wang Feng feel collapsed.

"Smack!"

The windows were broken directly.

Wang Feng looked through the window to see the true appearance of the monster, this monster was not like the previous fish-man but similar to a locust, his face was yellow, his mouth split into six petals and a pair of huge teeth, his eyes occupied about half of the whole face, and the other parts had various patterns.

"Caracalla ......"

Wang Feng looked at the monster and quickly pulled Van Gogh and jumped out of the window.

At this moment, the streets have lost their former glory, and countless strange-shaped people look like they are about to evolve into monsters.

Wang Feng looked around and finally found a breakthrough in the crowd.

Somehow, these monsters move very slowly, and they look sluggish. Saliva slowly flowed from the corners of their mouths, washed away by the rain and a fishy smell that went straight into people's nasal cavities, making it impossible to breathe.

Wang Feng kept shuttling in the pedestrian walk, although now Van Gogh has lost consciousness, like a puppet, but he did not stop but has been following Wang Feng.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Wang Feng holds Van Gogh's hand.

The two of them walked through the rain, shouting without stopping, and all the monsters walked in unison, took a bronze crown from their bosoms, and then brought it to their heads. They looked at Wang Feng and the others with weird smiles.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier......