"It's so annoying......"

Van Gogh's whole body began to go crazy.

The madman outside the door was still knocking on the door, and his tone suddenly became very fierce, and he kept cursing: "I am the king...... Listen to me and take the punishment quickly...... That's the only way to ...... Only then will you be able to ...... Favored by God. ”

The more Van Gogh heard this, the more headache he became: "Neurotic! ”

But when you think about the person outside the door, you must be in a state of confusion.

"The more dangerous the place, the safer."

This sentence suddenly occurred to him in his head.

"If that madman fantasizes about himself as a king, it must be high up and oriented, and if I hide behind the door, he will look for me under the bed, or go to the cupboard to find me......"

Thinking of this, Van Gogh hurriedly opened the door, and then hid behind the door.

When the madman saw the door open, he laughed happily and his tone became gentle: "You have finally figured it out...... Rest assured, God will take care of you. ”

Van Gogh saw the madman walking towards the bed, and quickly took advantage of this gap and slipped out.

He didn't have time to hurry back to the first room, then slammed the door shut, locking it.

"Hahaha...... If you are like this, God will not care for you. You make me angry! The madman heard the noise and chased after him, and kept banging on the door and roaring.

Van Gogh climbed the stands and jumped up, grabbed the stands directly with both hands, and climbed up with the strength to feed.

The door to the next room was smashed open by the madman, and he slowly walked to the stands with a giant axe in his hand.

"You madman." Van Gogh didn't expect this guy to be so persistent, but fortunately, there was a distance between the two stands, and this guy shouldn't be able to get by.

"You dare to slander me...... God will not let you go! The madman was furious when he heard Van Gogh's words, climbed into the stands and jumped.

Because he had a giant axe in his hand, he descended quickly, but in the nick of time, he still grabbed the edge of the stands.

Van Gogh looked at the furnishings in the room, picked up a vase, and smashed it into the guy's hand.

"Bang!"

"Ah......h

The madman let go of his grip on the stands, and then his body kept falling, and he fell heavily to the ground, and the giant axe in his hand was thrown by him, and smashed directly into his face.

That face was smashed into mud in an instant.

Van Gogh gasped a few times, not believing what had just happened, and he quickly looked down.

The madman was dead, but his body was still twitching.

"Finally dead......" he sat down on the floor, and then lay there.

"By the way, how is Wang Feng?" He suddenly remembered that Wang Feng was still sick, so he hurriedly ran over.

At this moment, Wang Feng curled up on the sofa, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, his face was flushed, Van Gogh stretched out his hand and put it on Wang Feng's forehead, only to feel a burst of heat.

"It's worse than before...... Van Gogh hurriedly came to the stands again and jumped towards the opposite stand, because of the previous two experiences, this time the jump was very easy.

Without saying a word, he ran to the second room, and rummaged through the cabinets despite the stench, but found only a bottle of painkillers, and nothing else.

"I didn't expect this guy to kill so many people and skin these people." He looked up at the corpse on the ceiling, a little shocked.

These people hung on the ceiling like slaughtered pigs, some of them had their bodies in a dry and flat state, and they looked like they had been hung for a long time, while some of them were still bleeding and had just been stripped off.

"Isn't this treating people like animals?"

Van Gogh put the painkiller in his pocket and ran to the third room.

This room was just a brief look at it, and I didn't look for anything.

After another round of rummaging, I finally found a bottle of special medicine.

"Great...... Van Gogh quickly put the special medicine in his pocket, and then ran to the stands in the first room.

I jumped straight over with all my strength.

After arriving at the room, he quickly took out the special medicine and painkillers, and stuffed them all into Wang Feng's mouth.

He fetched a glass of water and slowly fed it.

After taking the special medicine, Wang Feng's whole face was much better, and his forehead was not so hot. Seeing this, Van Gogh finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He lay on the couch and recalled everything he had just felt, and it was terrifying.

"If I hid behind the door at that time and he found out about me, would I really be half cold?" Now that I think about it, I still feel like I'm still living after the catastrophe.

"I didn't expect that guy to be alive and kill other actors...... But why is it that some people's corpses have begun to dry up, while others' corpses are very "fresh"? "Van Gogh hasn't figured this out until now, it stands to reason that this kind of thing happened on the cruise ship yesterday, and today the corpse has become like this...... That level of shriveling is definitely not caused in a day.

"Could it be that this guy started killing people before that? Or is he all the way with the scholar? Everything poured into his head, but it was disorganized, and there was no connection at all.

He glanced at Wang Feng: "It seems that I can only wait for Wang Feng to wake up......"

Van Gogh stood up and walked slowly to the stands, he looked at everything around him and smiled: "Praise me......"

Then he stretched out his arm as if to hug something.

His expression suddenly became unfamiliar......

"Praise me...... Hahahaha! ”

Van Gogh suddenly stopped and looked at his hands with a look of horror: "How suddenly?" That's what I look like...... Could it be that the curse? ”

He slowly stepped back, a voice echoing in his ears.

"No one can escape the end of fate, no one can escape my fate...... Everything was predestined from the beginning, and no one could change it......"

Van Gogh knelt on the ground and covered his ears, his expression frightened.

"Don't say it...... Say no more...... I don't know anything...... I don't want to know either. ”

He prayed for the voice to stop, but instead of following his wishes, it grew more rampant.

Van Gogh ...... I don't want you to die...... I'm going to bring you back to life no matter what. ”

"You can't do that! His fate is sealed, and even if you bring it back to life, he'll still die. ”

"You can't control me, because the decision is up to me......"

"Faust ......"

"Don't talk about it, Tesla...... We are teammates ......"

Van Gogh looked at the ceiling with confused eyes: "Who is ...... Speak! ”