"If you don't show it, you won't show it, why are you so excited? Isn't it a baby? Conan Doyle complained, he didn't expect Wang Feng to be so excited.

At this moment, a man wearing a straw hat and carrying a wooden box directly pushed the door and walked in.

"Who are you looking for?" Conan Doyle glanced at the man in front of him.

"I'm looking for Wang Feng......"

This person's voice made Wang Feng feel a little familiar, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Van Gogh.

He quickly got up and wanted to get out of bed, but his body was too weak, and he only felt that his eyes were full of gold stars and sat back down.

"If your bleeding hasn't stopped, don't move. Can I still help you with your wounds? Conan Doyle blamed Wang Feng.

"Why are you here?"

I don't know why Van Gogh's arrival made Wang Feng feel a lot better, probably because he is a person whose talent has been activated like himself. In addition, before Arkham, his impression of Van Gogh was very good, so he felt very cordial.

"This time I mainly want to ask you for help...... Van Gogh glanced at Conan Doyle next to him: "I wonder if this gentleman can avoid it?" ”

Conan Doyle didn't expect the yellow-haired boy in front of him to avoid himself, this was originally his own ward, Wang Feng and the others came from behind, and he was the eldest brother in this house no matter how he said his status.

Although it is not a glorious thing to be hospitalized, I came early! The reason why I can mix in my current position is because of my shameless character.

"It's not you, kid, do you know the rules? I came before this kid, what do you say? I'm also the big brother in this house...... You've told me to avoid it, where else can I be but here? ”

Conan Doyle pointed at Wang Feng, and then asked Van Gogh rhetorically.

Van Gogh smiled awkwardly, as if he had indeed said the wrong thing.

"Forget it, I'll go talk to the little nurse for the time being, you two talk quickly, don't do some strange things in this ward."

"What's this weird thing?" Wang Feng looked at Conan Doyle with a simple face.

When Van Gogh next to him heard Conan Doyle say this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Conan Doyle patted Wang Feng's shoulder with a look of understanding: "Don't say it, I understand...... I get it. ”

After speaking, he went straight away and hid his merit and fame.

"This friend of yours, he's so sassy!" Van Gogh smiled awkwardly, what Conan Doyle said, he naturally understood what it meant.

"I ...... TM's! When Wang Feng heard Van Gogh say this, he suddenly slowed down and directly burst into a foul language.

"Let's get down to business...... Sherlock Holmes came to me today......"

"What did you say Sherlock Holmes was looking for you?" Wang Feng felt that something was wrong.

"You and Holmes have never met him, how did you find you?"

So far, Holmes's understanding of Van Gogh is only from Wang Feng, how could he go to Van Gogh for no reason?

Van Gogh is also a second-hand monk who is confused.

"He came to the sewers in London's East End this morning and kept calling my name, and I was curious to talk to him before I found out that he was your friend." Van Gogh struggled to recall what had happened before.

"His expression was very painful, and he kept clutching his chest......"

"Covering your chest?"

Wang Feng felt that things were getting more and more wrong.

"He asked me to find you and take you to meet someone."

"Who!"

"It's like it's called Tesla. And he told you to bring that letter with you. Van Gogh frowned and then said: "He said that the matter about Jack the Ripper has come to an end, and he may disappear for a while this time, so you don't want to look for him." ”

Wang Feng couldn't figure out what happened to Sherlock Holmes and why he did it?

"Is that friend of yours activated by the talent ......," Van Gogh asked Wang Feng.

"That's right......"

"Is it a gift?"

"Huh?" Wang Feng didn't understand what Van Gogh meant by this: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng's bewildered appearance and quickly explained: "It stands to reason that a person can only activate one talent, but I feel that there is another talent in Holmes's body. It's completely counterintuitive. ”

"How is this possible?"

If it is true that a person can only activate one talent, as Van Gogh said, then how can there be two talents in Holmes's body?

"So I feel strange, but I'm not sure, because that talent has become an instinct for him. Maybe his friend named Tesla can solve our puzzles. ”

Wang Feng felt that what Van Gogh said was indeed reasonable, before Holmes disappeared, he found Van Gogh, and asked Van Gogh to come to him and take him to find Tesla, there must be his intentions.

"That's all there is to it now."

Wang Feng nodded: "When are we leaving?" ”

"Of course, the sooner the better, because I have other things to do......" Van Gogh sighed helplessly, took out a badge from the box and handed it to Wang Feng.

"What is this?"

"This is also what Holmes gave me, saying that the plan of the Yellow Robe has been stopped by himself, and there will be no more Jack the Ripper in London. But let's be careful, because Moritia escaped. ”。

Wang Feng took the badge, the material of the badge was an unknown alloy, exuding a bronze color, and there was a rotten stench on it, I don't know where Holmes got it.

The obverse is printed with irregular lines, and they are connected by tiny circles to form an image resembling a five-pointed star.

"He said he wrote you a letter and you may have found ......"

"Yes, I did find the letter he wrote to me." Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh and then took out the letter left by Sherlock Holmes from his arms.

Van Gogh rubbed his eyes: "The content of the letter is true, but he has not confirmed whether this is the case." ”

"This guy ......" Wang Feng was a little angry and his teeth itched.

Van Gogh laughed and looked at Wang Feng and patted him on the shoulder: "In fact, when he woke up, he already felt that something was wrong with him, so he was in a coma all the time, trying to figure out what happened to his body." ”

He said this in the letter, and said that he seemed to be unable to control his body...... But why is this happening? He didn't write, he just said that he had lost the memory of that time. Wang Feng picked up the letter and read it again.

Van Gogh nodded: "When he woke up earlier, he found himself lying in an unknown place, and a voice appeared in her ear saying the name of another person. ”

"Who?"

"Faust ......"