He looked at the scene and leaned himself in: "That time may not be a coincidence...... Someone deliberately asked me and Sherlock Holmes to meet this guy. ”

The scene is reduced to pieces again.

And Wang Feng closed his eyes and raised his head and took a deep breath: "Then who will it be?" ”

He opened his eyes suddenly: "Could it be Van Gogh?" ”

"No...... Probably not. ”

He denied his own ideas.

The countless fragments in the sky began to reassemble again.

"Then I investigated the occult and related books with Sherlock Holmes, and that's when a strange murder occurred. The two of us went to the hospital to visit Conan Doyle...... It was then that I saw Moritia again...... As a result, Holmes activated his second talent. When I met those monsters in the hallway, it was written on the wall that they were coming...... That's when the word nightmare kept coming to my ears. ”

Wang Feng's expression finally eased a lot, and he seemed to have sorted out some clues.

The debris slowly descended and then turned into a wall with the words: "Here they are." ”

"Now it seems that Van Gogh was the beginning of everything, and it all started with someone's plan...... This man was extremely intelligent, almost all of them became his pawns, and without realizing it, he moved forward step by step according to his plan. ”

The wall shattered into pieces again, and then Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes also regained his memory...... And it became Faust...... Almost everything after that was because of him. ”

Wang Feng suddenly came to his senses when he thought of this: "It was he who let me and Van Gogh board that cruise ship...... It is precisely because of this that Van Gogh regained his memory...... Since then, there have been nightmares. ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled a small episode, that is, at the end, Van Gogh became extremely abnormal, as if he were a different person.

"This is an extremely critical point...... Since that time, Van Gogh has begun to feel a little wrong, and his whole person has begun to be gloomy. ”

Wang Feng looked at Sherlock Holmes in front of him: "Why do you want him to recover his memory...... What exactly did you remind him of? ”

Holmes in front of him smiled slightly.

"I see......"

Wang Feng instantly understood, turned around and took a few steps back, and then suddenly turned back and pointed at Holmes.

"It's all your plan, Faust...... You've designed everything from the start...... You brought me into this game...... You know I'm going to go for story mode. You also know that I will meet you......"

He was a little excited: "So that's the case, I understand......"

"Hahahaha...... I see! ”

Wang Feng looked at Sherlock Holmes and applauded: "You have already started your plan after clearing the game. ”

Holmes suddenly shattered into pieces and flew into the air again.

"I exist to restore your memories to Faust...... And you use me as a bridge to let Van Gogh also recover his memory. Terrible...... It's horrible! ”

Wang Feng did not show a frightened expression on his face, but became more and more excited.

"The sailors on that ship are also cults...... And the town we entered was a breakthrough. ”

The fragments transformed into the appearance of a sailor, and Wang Feng looked at the tattoo on the sailor's arm, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"The cruise ship we were on was supposed to be just a little game for Moritia...... But you counted that guy in and took advantage of him...... It's amazing, everyone is being toyed with by you. ”

Wang Feng took a deep breath, he had never felt scared, but at this moment, he was really a little scared...... The previous monster made him feel physiological horror, that fear of the unknown, and Faust made him feel a kind of inner panic.

He didn't expect Faust to be able to play with everyone and make everything flawless.

“…… Call! ”

Wang Feng exhaled, and everything seemed to have an eyebrow at this moment.

"You met Van Gogh and talked to him when you were in that town...... You knew from the beginning that this town was a remnant of a cult, and you did it just to make the nightmare come quickly. ”

The fragments immediately transformed into a town and scattered around Wang Feng.

"You already knew that Van Gogh had unusual powers...... Of course, Tesla is just one part of your plan, and you know that Tesla's personality will definitely ask Henry Bacon to come and pick us up...... And the castle where he is now is the castle of Van Gogh's ancestors...... Wonderful! ”

The town was reduced to pieces and turned into a castle.

"Faust!"

Wang Feng gritted his teeth and looked around, revealing a murderous aura in his eyes.

"You took everyone for fools......"

The castle quickly collapsed.

Wang Feng stood there and laughed: "What about playing IQ? ”

The debris gathered again to form a small storm.

Wang Feng looked at the storm with a serious expression.

"So it's all your plan...... You're the real nightmare. ”

Wang Feng stretched out his hand and directly crushed the storm in front of him: "Then...... I'm your nightmare! ”

The storm turned into countless fragments and rained down again.

"What kind of cult do you care...... What Faust ...... I'm going to turn your plans into a bubble. ”

Wang Feng has never been played like a monkey, and this time he was played very badly.

This made me feel humiliated like never before.

"What did you do to me...... I'll give you back ......."

The surrounding debris stagnated in the air, gathering on top of each other again.

"I thought you were a friend...... As a result, I didn't expect you to be my biggest boss......"

He looked at everything in the realm of thought with a gloomy face, eager to cramp Faust and strip his bones.

At this moment, the fragments formed countless mirrors to surround Wang Feng.

Wang Feng looked at the countless self in the mirror, raised his fist and smashed it over.

Suddenly, the mirrors fell to pieces.

"I've never been so angry...... All these things are thanks to you. ”

Wang Feng closed his eyes and withdrew from the realm of thought.

He looked around him, then got up and stepped out of bed.

Although he hadn't found any plans yet, he had already guessed the cause of all the events.

He bit his finger and wrote a string of words on the wall with blood.

"Your nightmare...... Here it comes! ”

Wang Feng looked at the string of words and laughed: "It's my turn now...... Sherlock holmes...... No! Faust ...... Are you ready? ”