Wang Feng woke up in a daze, and his head still hurt a little.

"Where's the towel?" He took the towel off his head: "Is it Van Gogh?" He didn't see Van Gogh in the room for a long time, he was not in a hurry, and he was a little curious.

"What about Van Gogh?"

He quickly got up and looked around, only to find that Van Gogh was lying on the ground.

Wang Feng trembled and came to Van Gogh's side and patted his face: "Wake up...... Van Gogh ......"

But after taking a lot of shots, Van Gogh didn't react, he quickly probed Van Gogh's nose, only to find that this guy was just asleep.

"I fell asleep!" Wang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up Van Gogh and prepared to get him to the sofa.

"Ah......h

"Why are you awake?"

"Hmmm! I don't know what's going on, so I suddenly fell asleep. He rubbed his head and sighed, "And I forgot how I fell asleep." ”

"What happened?"

Van Gogh sat on the sofa: "Aren't you sick?" I'm going to find you some cures...... I ran to the next room to take a look. ”

"Where's the next room next door? Why didn't I see it? Wang Feng was a little puzzled, thinking that he didn't see any room next door!

Van Gogh rubbed his head and pointed to the stands: "I jumped from the stands to the stands next door." I also met that madman once in the middle. ”

"Crazy? You mean the actor who went crazy. ”

"Hmmm! The next room was connected to a corridor, and the second room was filled with the people he had killed, and I tell you, it wasn't the most horrible of all, he skinned them off and hung them on the ceiling. Van Gogh hurriedly told Wang Feng everything that had just happened.

“……”

Wang Feng nodded and then walked to the stands, looking at the stands next door: "You said that the second room next door is full of corpses, and the degree of shriveling is completely different, right?" ”

"Anyway, I have a hypothesis that the previous scholar was not alone...... And it's a group. They killed a lot of people before that......" Van Gogh sighed as he lay on the couch.

Wang Feng climbed the stands and glanced at Van Gogh: "I'll go next door to have a look, you can rest for a while." ”

"Go ahead!" Van Gogh nodded, then closed his eyes.

Wang Feng jumped over and flipped to the next room, which was very messy and the door had been smashed.

He looked down from the stands, and the madman's head had been smashed to pieces with a great axe.

"Terrible ......"

I walked out the door and opened to the second room, and as soon as I opened the door, the scene that Van Gogh said came into view.

Countless corpses hung upside down there, while their skins were stripped and set aside.

"It's true that the degree of shriveling of the corpses is different...... Some have been dead for almost a month...... Van Gogh should have guessed correctly......"

He closed his eyes and entered the realm of his own thoughts.

Countless fragments in the air constructed his environment.

It's just that there are no corpses hanging upside down on the ceiling.

Wang Feng stood aside and looked at the surrounding environment, stunned for a moment: "The room is neat and clean, it seems that the cultural literacy should be very high...... The book on the bedside was about Atlantis, exactly the same as the scholar's book. There should be a correlation between the two people to a certain extent......"

He looked inside the cabinet: "The clothes inside are very neat, it can be said that they have reached the point of perversion, which shows that this person cares a lot about his external appearance...... The more he cares about his external image, the more inferior he is in his heart. ”

Wang Feng frowned: "Judging from the shriveled condition of the corpse, this guy should have committed a crime for the first time a month ago." ”

The fragment suddenly turned into a figure.

Wang Feng leaned over: "But why did he kill that person?" ”

The figure was sitting on the bed, and there was a knock on the door.

The figure got out of bed and opened the door, then looked happy and invited the knocker to come in.

"Looks like someone is coming looking for him...... And it's very familiar, so it's not the first victim to be the academic. ”

The fragments re-formed a scholar under his reasoning, and the two men sat on the bed and began to talk.

"What the hell are they talking about so happy......"

Wang Feng was a little curious, but at this moment, a female figure walked in.

Both were startled and began to argue.

"While the two were talking, the woman walked in."

The scholar pointed to the female figure with an angry look on his face, and then walked away angrily.

"Now this woman should be confused, and then a little scared...... It is estimated that she likes this man, and the two must have known each other for a long time, and I think they should also be actors. ”

Wang Feng looked at the figure and began to analyze.

The murderer smiled slightly and did not blame the woman.

"So that's what it looks like...... Wang Feng suddenly understood: "A month ago, this scholar once looked for the murderer, but was discovered by the actress, so the murderer killed the woman." ”

Under Wang Feng's speculation, the murderer sat next to the actress and stroked her neck with his hand.

The actress was a little shy, but did not resist.

At this moment, the murderer covered the woman's mouth with one hand, and directly choked her neck with the other hand.

"But why peel it? And why hang the corpse on the ceiling? ”

Wang Feng didn't understand, since the murderer had already killed people, why did he have to do more?

The murderer knelt on the ground and stroked the actress's face, and actually cried, and then he suddenly thought of something, took out the dagger from the cupboard, and peeled off the actress's skin little by little.

"Is it a ritual?"

Wang Feng quietly observed all this.

The murderer suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Feng, and then walked towards him step by step: "Nightmare......"

Wang Feng was taken aback: "This is in my thinking field...... How can this happen? ”

He quickly reached out to disarm the shard in front of him, but the shard did not obey his command at all.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Feng slowly retreated.

"Nightmare!" The murderer transformed into the fragment kept saying this, and his eyes revealed murderous intent.

"What nightmare? What is it? ”

Wang Feng didn't know how many times he had heard this word: "You all say they are coming, and they call them nightmares, but what exactly is a nightmare?" Could it be the behemoth I saw before? ”

The murderer laughed: "Hehehe......"

The surrounding scene quickly collapsed.

"It's all fate...... No one can escape, and nightmares will eventually come...... So do you. ”