The huge movement woke up the monster that was sleeping before, he raised his head and saw a figure constantly swaying in front of him, it was the little girl who was only half of her body left, and without saying a word, she flew up and opened her bloody mouth.

"Ahh

The little girl screamed miserably, leaving only one hand still on Wang Feng's leg.

Wang Feng's side was also pulled up by Van Gogh because of a blessing in disguise.

The two of them quickly covered their mouths, for fear that the monster would find them.

Van Gogh pointed ahead and motioned to move forward, Wang Feng nodded and then slowly climbed forward.

I don't know how long I climbed in this passage, Van Gogh saw an exit, and just wanted to kick open the barbed wire fence at the vent but was pulled by Wang Feng.

"Wait a minute, let's see if there are any monsters down there?"

"Hmm!"

Van Gogh took a look at the place where this exit was connected, a very narrow area, with no windows and no doors, more like a secret room.

With all his strength, he kicked the barbed wire away and jumped off the pipe.

Wang Feng couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he looked at the room below, the whole room was very simple, there was nothing except a table and a bed.

There are all kinds of books on the table, as well as materials, and some documents are scattered on the ground.

It looks a little messy, but there's not a trace of dust.

"Want to help?" Van Gogh knew that Wang Feng had just been injured, and it was inconvenient for him to move and hurriedly asked.

Wang Feng shook his head and rejected Van Gogh's kindness: "It's just that I was arrested, it's nothing, you can rest assured." ”

After Wang Feng finished speaking, he slowly climbed down.

Although the injury on his leg is not a big deal, his leg is now fatter than before.

"If there's no dust on the table, it's a sign that someone has cleaned it." Wang Feng touched the table and found that it was very clean, and he couldn't help but wonder who had made such a secret room on this ship.

Van Gogh picked up a few papers on the ground and looked at them.

"What's written in this document?" Wang Feng leaned over and looked at the documents in the Fan master.

"It's like talking about a statue, and this is the research material for that statue." Van Gogh also didn't understand how to be good, why should he study statues? Could it be that this statue has a secret to tell?

Wang Feng looked at the documents on the table and began to flip through them: "If you guess correctly, this guy will definitely write a diary, as long as we find that diary, we will know what happened." ”

But after looking at it for a long time, there is no so-called diary on the table.

"Am I wrong?" Wang Feng couldn't believe it.

Looking at Wang Feng's distressed appearance, Van Gogh clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "Could it be that someone took the diary away?" ”

"It's a possibility, and if that's the case, it means that there aren't just the two of us on this ship, but someone else has survived."

"But what is the purpose of this guy hiding here?" Van Gogh wanted to know most about this matter, and this hidden room probably didn't even know about the crew.

Wang Feng was also very curious, and quickly closed his eyes and entered his own thinking comprehension.

Under his guidance, countless fragments coalesced together again to form the shape of the room.

"The papers are scattered all over the ground, and they must have been thrown by that guy...... But why did he throw papers? Happy or angry? ”

He looked at the bed in the room, the quilt folded neatly. The surroundings are cramped but spotless.

"The person who lives here should be a very self-disciplined person, at least the cultural literacy is very high, so this kind of person is generally not easy to get angry, so he should be very happy at that time."

At this time, many more debris appeared in the room, forming a dark shadow.

"What kind of joy would have him throw these papers on the ground?"

Wang Feng picked up a document.

"Is it the statue described on the paper?"

The shadow suddenly moved, and the papers on the ground returned to his hands.

Wang Feng looked at the books on the table.

"Atlantis...... 'The Fall of an Ancient Civilization,' ...... 'The Forgotten Kingdom of God.'"

He looked at the little black man and said to himself, "This guy is studying Atlantis...... Could it be that he is a scholar? ”

The little black man placed the papers on the table and sat down on the bed.

"But what does it have to do with the statue? Could it be said? The statue he studied was obtained precisely from Atlante? ”

The little black man moved again, he disappeared and put on a pensive look, and then with joy on his face, he hurriedly walked through Wang Feng to the front of the table and picked up the pile of papers.

Looking at the pile of papers, the little black man laughed happily, then threw the papers into the air and danced with his hands.

"Looks like that's how it happened...... But what next? Wang Feng touched his chin.

The little black man moved again, came to the table, took something, and hurried up the wall to leave.

The moment he climbed the wall, he was frozen there.

Wang Feng stepped forward and glanced at the little black man, although he was sure that he was holding something in his hand, but it was a black shadow.

"Why did you take the diary?"

Wang Feng looked up at the little black man's face, but was taken aback, and the smile on that face was extremely weird and made people shudder.

"Why...... Will laugh like this! ”

The little black man suddenly turned his head and then pounced on Wang Feng, holding his neck with both hands.

"What's going on?"

Wang Feng was directly pressed to the bed by him, it was the first time he had encountered this kind of thing.

"Praise Me ......"

The little black man's face suddenly began to change, forming a black hole.

Wang Feng ...... Wake up......"

When Wang Feng opened his eyes, he found that his hand was stuck in his neck.

Van Gogh breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Feng wake up: "Why did you suddenly choke yourself by the neck?" ”

Wang Feng shook his head, he hadn't recovered from the panic just now, and he didn't know what was going on.

He looked at Van Gogh: "Someone has invaded my mental comprehension......"

Van Gogh looked surprised and incredulous: "How is this possible? ”

Wang Feng coughed twice: "Nothing is impossible, I already know the identity of this person through the thinking field, but there are too few clues now, and the thinking field can only provide me with part of the situation at that time." There is no way to show what is specific yet. ”

"And who is this man?"

"I don't know what this man looks like, but I'm sure he's a scholar and the statue he's studying is a ...... in the ruins of Atlantis And the diary on the table was also taken by himself......" Wang Feng suddenly remembered something: "He also took another thing......"