Wang Feng roared directly, he felt that what he said was right, but he didn't know why Van Gogh just didn't believe it: "Why don't you believe me?" ”

Van Gogh was stunned for a moment: "It's not a matter of disbelief, I'm very worried about your current state." ”

"I've already told you, there's something really wrong with this town, didn't you see that person just now? Have you ever seen anyone dressed as a prank? ”

Wang Feng directly pushed open the door of the hotel, and the waiter at this moment was gone.

"You see the waiter is gone."

He pointed around and roared.

"That's the truth, I'm not asking you to accept this fact, I'm asking you to recognize the environment we are in. It was only because the two of us didn't notice that tragedy happened on the cruise ship before. ”

Van Gogh felt that Wang Feng was really unreasonable, although he knew what happened on the cruise ship, which made Wang Feng angry, but he couldn't deny everything now.

It can only be said that the events on the cruise ship left a psychological shadow on Wang Feng.

"Where in the world are there so many monsters? Where did so many cultists come from? According to you, I'm a cultist, too! Van Gogh tried to calm himself down: "I understand what you mean, and I believe what you say...... But your reasoning and your logic are completely out of order. One thing is one thing, two things are two things. ”

Wang Feng angrily smashed the counter: "TMD does not have one thing, nor does it have two things, everything is connected......"

Van Gogh took a deep breath, but he didn't expect that the words he said would completely anger Wang Feng.

"Let's both calm down, okay?"

"I can't calm down right now. Why don't you believe it? Wang Feng kicked the counter again in anger: "Only by discovering it early can we stop it early." I suspect it wasn't Sherlock Holmes who brought you to me, but Faust. All this was Faust's plan. I didn't notice it at first, but when I put everything together, I realized that it was a trap. ”

Wang Feng clenched his fists: "All I can do is to be vigilant and discover the conspiracy at the beginning, because only in this way can I stop it." ”

He pointed outside: "The drunk man I met before, what did he say?" Let's get out of here, and he mentioned the gods. What is this deity? What else is there besides the monsters in the mouths of those cultists? ”

Van Gogh looked helplessly at Wang Feng and stretched out his hands: "First, I believe what you say." Second, I don't think it's happened yet. You can't jump to such conclusions. I'm well aware of your strength, but there are some things that you might think too much about. I'm not going to argue with you, after all, the two of us have already diverged in our opinions. If you continue to talk like this, it will not be good for things. I'll go up and paint first. ”

Wang Feng slapped the table: "I know that the views of the two people have diverged, but what I said is right. ”

Van Gogh tried to restrain his emotions, and walked in front of Wang Feng, stretched out his finger and pointed at the wind, and then said: "What hasn't happened yet, I don't know who is right and who is wrong, and when it happens, I will know who is right and who is wrong, don't jump to conclusions so early, this world is not as bad as you think." After speaking, he went upstairs directly and ignored Wang Feng.

Wang Feng exhaled a breath and tried to calm his emotions: "This world is not as beautiful as you imagined. ”

Wang Feng believed his speculation, but Van Gogh didn't believe it, he didn't want Van Gogh to accept his views, he just wanted Van Gogh to know such a possibility.

And this possibility is very large, it may be the truth.

"Why don't you believe it?" Wang Feng rubbed his hand and slapped the table when he was angry just now, he didn't feel much pain before, but after he calmed down, his hand began to hurt slightly.

"No, I'll have to find that drunk and get things straight."

As soon as Wang Feng stood up, he remembered one thing: "Where did the waiter go?" ”

He walked slowly to the back of the counter, only to find a suit of clothes scattered on the floor, and there were some strange things mixed in with the clothes.

It's like the scales of a fish.

Wang Feng leaned over and opened his clothes, only to feel a fishy smell coming to his nostrils.

This was followed by a human skin underneath the clothes.

He picked up the human skin and examined it carefully, and finally recognized that this was the waiter the two had just met.

"I'm going to give this to Van Gogh......"

As soon as Wang Feng got up, the human skin in his hand quickly melted and turned into a puddle of liquid.

"What's going on?"

He didn't know why, the human skin in his hand suddenly melted away, and disappeared the moment it fell to the ground.

And the moment those clothes came into contact with the liquid, they kept emitting white smoke, and the clothes melted along with the liquid.

The gas emitted at the moment of melting is as if something has been burned.

"We met the bandaged man before......"

Wang Feng naturally thought of that guy: "The previous waiter was him?" ”

He closed his eyes and entered his own realm of thought, perhaps in reality he could not find any truth, but in the realm of mind all the truth would be presented to him.

Countless fragments in the air transformed into various forms with his imagination.

The previous waiter appeared in front of him.

"Three years...... You've been in this place for three years? ”

However, what made Wang Feng feel strange was that this time he did not see any clues from the waiter.

The fragments were reassembled again.

The figures of Van Gogh and Wang Feng appear in a fictional setting.

"Why does it feel like this guy knew from the beginning that the two of us were coming."

Wang Feng leaned in and carefully observed the waiter's expression.

"If this place is really a dead city, there shouldn't be many people coming...... Not to mention that it was a stranger, he should not be able to smile, but show a surprised expression. He rubbed his temples: "He's been in this town for three years, and there are fewer and fewer people this time, and the two of us are obviously unfamiliar faces, even if Van Gogh didn't say he had a London accent, it shouldn't be like this." ”

Wang Feng vaguely felt that the opponent he was facing this time was a terrible enemy, leaving few clues that were frightening, and he was especially good at camouflage.

"Looks like a repeat offender...... He was careful about everything, and if he had known from the beginning that the two of us were from London, it was possible to mislead us with a London accent in the conversation. ”