"I'm about to vomit that thing in your mouth......" Wang Feng just stood up, only to feel his legs go weak and sat back down.

Wang Feng ...... Are you okay! Van Gogh hurried over.

And Wang Feng's vision didn't know why, and the incident became more and more blurred.

Van Gogh hurriedly touched Wang Feng's forehead.

"Why is it so hot!" He didn't expect Wang Feng's forehead to become so hot, so he quickly ran to the sink next to him, dipped it in water, wrung it out, and put it on his forehead.

"Looks like I have a fever...... I've got to find some medicine......" he walked over to the house's viewing platform and looked around the theater from the second floor.

"It stands to reason that there must be some emergency medicine in this place."

There is a gap of about a meter between the stand next door and the stand where I am located.

He didn't even think about it, and quickly climbed to the edge of the stands, if he didn't pay attention and fell directly, he would be crippled if he didn't die.

Van Gogh tried his best to keep his balance, looked at the stands next door and gritted his teeth and jumped over.

The stands were getting closer and closer to him, but his body kept descending.

The stands next door are completely staggered with his body.

Van Gogh's heart pounded.

"It's almost ......"

He was a little reluctant to reach out quickly, and at the last moment, his left hand grabbed the edge of the next stand.

If you don't stretch out your hand, or if you stretch out your hand and don't grab it, it may be a different ending.

His body remained in mid-air, and he kept swinging his position.

"I used to consume too much physical strength, and now I can't keep up."

If it was before, then he could have jumped over it completely, but after some previous consumption, Van Gogh's physical strength was obviously a little exhausted.

Now his left hand can't support much, and he keeps trembling, if he continues like this, the end can be imagined.

He glanced down, only to feel that his head was a little dazed, and dizziness followed.

"It's better not to look at ......"

Van Gogh recklessly stretched out his right hand to the edge of the stands, and with both hands working together, his body kept rising.

Finally, with unremitting efforts, I climbed over the stands and reached the next door.

He first sat there and rested for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and didn't stop much to get up and look for medicine.

The room next door was much more luxurious than the room he and Wang Feng had stayed in before, and the interior decoration was even more admirable, with the brilliant wallpaper like gold under the light of the candles.

"It looks like a private room that only rich people can enter." He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nice to be rich. ”

So I quickly turned up the bedside cabinet, the bedside cabinet was not locked, but the things inside were very messy, and there was no special medicine that Van Gogh was looking for.

"Rich people don't get sick, and they don't know how to prepare some special medicine or anything like that." Van Gogh was speechless for a moment, and slammed the bed in a bit of anger.

He got up and walked to the door and opened it, and it turned out to be a hallway, which was separated from the room he had just had been separated by a wall.

He knocked on the wall, a little helpless.

"I thought I could smash through this wall, at least I could save some effort, but who knew it was made of iron." He took a deep breath and looked at the end of the hallway.

The hallway doors are almost always on his left-hand side, except for one door on the right-hand side.

"That is probably the door to the staircase." Van Gogh glanced at it and then twisted the door to the second room.

A foul smell hit his nose and made him nauseous.

This room has no windows and no stands, but is a completely enclosed chamber in which things will accumulate and not easily volatilize if they rot.

Van Gogh pinched his nose and looked at the room, and his scalp tingled a little, because the room was filled with the corpses of many people...... Their skins were stripped off and stacked on top of each other, and their bodies hung upside down from the ceiling.

"It's disgusting."

He quickly closed the door and walked to the third room.

Just as he was turning the doorknob, there was a sudden movement from the door on the right at the end of the hallway.

Van Gogh didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly hid in the house.

A man in a costume walked over and stopped at the door of the room he was in.

"O God Almighty! Hahahaha...... I have a sword on my head...... Pigeon pigeon pigeon, so you guys are coming...... Hahaha. ”

Hearing what this man said, it is not difficult to guess that he may be the actor who went crazy.

"Could it be that he killed all the people in the room before?" Van Gogh leaned on the crack in the door, trying to see the man's face through the crack.

But the crack in the door was so low that I could only see the man's feet, and I couldn't see anything else.

The man kicked the door to Van Gogh's room, which startled him.

"Did that guy find me? Impossible! ”

The man outside the door saw a doctor without a response, and then walked to the second door.

"I'm back...... Welcome! Why don't you speak? In that case, I'm going to give you some punishment. The man twisted the doorknob of the second room, then slammed the door shut.

Van Gogh was also relieved at this moment, but he didn't expect this madman to be so close to them and still alive. This is undoubtedly a threat to them.

"No, I have to go back first." He tiptoed open the door and tried to go back to his room.

But the door to the second room suddenly opened, and the man walked out, and they both saw each other.

"I knew there were little mice...... Hahaha, I'm going to punish you. ”

"Oh no......" Van Gogh quickly got up and entered the third room, then closed the door.

But the madman didn't give up, banging on the door and saying illogical things.

"Accept the punishment, it is a gift from God......"

Van Gogh turned his head and looked around for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Hiding under the bed? No, that guy will definitely find me, and if I hide under the bed, I won't be able to live......" He looked at the cabinet: "The first thing he checked must be the cabinet, if he hides in the cabinet, even if he has room to fight back, it is impossible to live." ”

"Take the initiative to fight back?"

Van Gogh dispelled this crazy thought: "Those people were killed by him before, and it can be seen that his physical fitness is very good......"

If he is tough and tough, he is definitely not the opponent of that guy, and the only thing he can do now is to avoid fighting.

He looked at the door in front of him, "It's easy to avoid fighting, but how do I escape?" ”

At present, the madman can't get in, but the room he is in is the same as the second room, which is a secret room.

"Just because he can't get in now doesn't mean that guy can't get in after that......"