Wang Feng looked at the hand that grabbed his wrist, it turned out to be the hand of Sherlock Holmes.

The lights in the hallway flickered all the time.

Holmes, who was lying on the stand, suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for breath in his mouth, and sat up from the stand, and the previous fatal wound was also healing.

"What the hell is going on?" Holmes looked at his body with a puzzled expression, and he turned his head to look at Wang Feng: "Aren't I already dead?" Why ......"

Wang Feng picked up a pistol and pointed it at Sherlock Holmes: "Who are you?" ”

Wang Feng ...... I'm Sherlock Holmes! Holmes got out of bed and tried to walk over and explain.

"Don't move...... Just now Holmes was dead. If you come near me, then I'll shoot. "Can the dead be raised? How can it be......

"I don't move...... Wang...... You calm down first. Sherlock Holmes saw that Wang Feng was really going to shoot, so he first stated his position and reassured him first.

"You...... What the hell is going on? ”

Holmes shook his head: "If I knew what was going on, I would have told you a long time ago, and I don't understand what is going on now?" Anyway, at the moment when I was about to die, I seemed to hear someone calling my name, and then a door appeared in front of me, and I walked inside, and then I woke up. ”

Wang Feng frowned, feeling that what Holmes said in front of him was too mysterious.

"Someone is calling your name, and a door appears in front of you, and you come to life when you walk in?"

Sherlock Holmes looked at Wang Feng seriously and nodded: "When I entered the door, that voice disappeared. The biting cold wind directly enveloped me and woke me up. He took a small step forward.

"Bang!"

Wang Feng fired a direct shot into Holmes's arm.

"I said you don't move, I'm going to shoot, and that's no joke...... This time it's your arms, next time it's your head. He pointed his pistol at Holmes' head and threatened again.

Although the lights in the hallway were a little dazzling, the wound on Holmes's arm was slowly healing.

Holmes raised his arm and looked at the wound that was slowly healing, and he was also dazed.

"The wound healed ......"

Wang Feng only felt that his scalp was numb when he looked at the wound, because the countless tiny tentacles at the wound were like maggots, constantly fused together to fill the wound.

"What the hell did that guy do to my body?" Holmes looked angry: "He turned me into a monster? Wang Feng, you have to believe me, I really am Sherlock Holmes. ”

"Even if you are really Sherlock Holmes, but you now have an unknown power, you have become another kind of monster, maybe you are no longer Sherlock Holmes now, but you don't know it yourself...... I just saw you die in front of me. Wang Feng hesitated: "I'm sorry, my friend...... Please understand me. ”

Although the resurrection of Sherlock Holmes made him very happy, it was not ruled out that another possibility was the trap set by Moritia.

Maybe Sherlock Holmes has become a different kind of creature now, but he doesn't realize it.

The most important thing now is to keep your distance from Sherlock Holmes, so that you can not only keep yourself safe, but also find a way to deal with this unexpected situation.

"Of course I can understand you, and if you become like this, I will be like you!" Sherlock Holmes sighed, then pointed to his eyebrows, and said to Wang Feng again: "If I really become a monster, kill me......"

"I will!"

Holmes shook his head: "I'm asking you to kill me now...... Because I've become a monster now. While I'm still sane...... Do it quickly. ”

Wang Feng's hands trembled slightly, he had shot monsters before, but now the person he was going to shoot was his friend.

Perhaps this is Moritia's trap in order to trap herself in the nightmare of killing her friend.

"But this guy in front of you is not Sherlock Holmes, Holmes has just died, he is just a monster, under the skin of Sherlock Holmes!"

Wang Feng knew that even if the guy in front of him was covered by Sherlock Holmes, he couldn't do it, so he kept hinting at himself in his heart.

"Wang Feng, what are you still hesitating about? Shoot and shoot, if I lose my mind, you're not the only one who regrets it......"

Sherlock Holmes also saw that Wang Feng couldn't do it, but if he continued like this, maybe he would do something unbelievable.

"I don't want to be a monster, give me a ...... If only the two of us were still friends! ”

Wang Feng's hands were all sweaty, and he had never felt that the trigger of the pistol was so heavy.

"One thing is clear, Sherlock Holmes has been resurrected, but there are two possibilities, the first is that Holmes has resurrected himself. The second possibility is that Sherlock Holmes is dead, now in an unconscious state, which is nothing more than a skin, and inside the skin is another creature, or is developing in the direction of another creature...... Just like the monsters we've encountered before. ”

The probability of both possibilities is 50% at this moment, as there is no evidence to determine the outcome.

This is also the reason why Wang Feng did not shoot for a long time.

"What would I do if I were Sherlock Holmes? If I were the one who died, and I was the one who was resurrected, what would Holmes do? ”

Since you can't make a choice, then put yourself in your shoes, maybe you can find the answer from it.

"If I'm at risk of becoming a monster if I'm resurrected, I'll ask Holmes to kill me...... This is currently in full conformity! Wang Feng thought for a while: "But it doesn't rule out another possibility, maybe that monster is acting now......"

Taking advantage of Wang Feng's distraction, Holmes stepped forward quickly, dodged the pistol, and pushed him to the ground.

"Oops!"

Wang Feng chuckled in his heart.

"If this guy in front of you is really a disguise for that monster...... I'm going to die......"

Holmes picked up his pistol and pointed it at Wang Feng.

"It really doesn't look like Sherlock Holmes, it's just that monster acting, so what should I do now?"

He stared at Wang Feng, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then aimed the muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"I know you can't do it, so if that's the case, let me do it myself...... Bye...... Friend! ”