"What are you doing there?" Van Gogh walked over slowly.

The sailor smiled slightly when he saw Van Gogh coming over, and then said to the two: "I still have something to do, the two of you will play first." ”

"Hmm...... Good bye. ”

Van Gogh yawned: "I had a dream before that I saw a huge object whispering to me in my dream, but I forgot what it said...... Alas! ”

"It's useless to think about it, it's all over." Wang Feng drank all the coffee in the cup: "Whew...... I found the Necronomicon in the room where the bodies were hung. ”

"Did you open it and take a look?" Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng and asked.

Wang Feng shook his head: "I don't know, what will happen after watching it...... I just want to find Tesla now. ”

Van Gogh suddenly lowered his head, his face was gloomy, as if he was a little sullen: "Wang Feng, we are friends, right?" ”

"Needless to say, it must be a friend." Wang Feng patted Van Gogh on the shoulder: "Don't think about it too much." ”

"Forget it...... I won't tell you. I need to go to sleep. ”

Wang Feng turned his head to look at Van Gogh: "It's not night yet, why are you sleeping again?" ”

Van Gogh simply replied: "Sleepy." ”

Wang Feng didn't think much about standing there, and then looked at the sea view: "What does Holmes mean by giving me that medal?" ”

The thought of that seal stirred in his mind, and the tattoo of the sailor just now and the pattern of that one seemed to be the same pattern.

"A pattern of lines and circles...... Cult. ”

He turned his head to look at the deck and shook his head.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, right?"

Wang Feng took out the Book of Necromancy: "What magic power do you have?" ”

He leaned against the railing and opened the book, a few pieces of paper that had fallen on the deck.

He bent down and took the pieces of paper in his hand: "What is this?" ”

When I opened the paper, I found that it was actually the journal written by the scholar, although there were very few, but what was written was very shocking.

All the information went into his head at this moment.

"It's sad...... Exhausting what you want to explore all your life ends up being just a pawn for someone else. He tore up the pages and threw them into the sea.

The sky gradually darkened and Wang Feng returned to his room, Van Gogh did not fall asleep, but sat on the side and painted.

"Didn't you say you wanted to sleep? Why did you suddenly start drawing? ”

Van Gogh glanced at Wang Feng: "I can't sleep, so I can only paint here." ”

Wang Feng leaned over and found that Van Gogh painted "Starry Night".

"Is it pretty?"

Wang Feng nodded with an excited expression: "It's beautiful, but why do you want to draw the stars in the sky like this?" ”

"Because that's what I see, and the stars are like his tentacles, and I can only look at them from a distance but can't see them clearly." Van Gogh couldn't help but be a little frustrated: "I may be like this for the rest of my life...... That's fate. No one can change their fate? Everyone is just a cog in the long river. ”

"You are the greatest artist...... Wang Feng quickly pinched Van Gogh's face: "Don't be so depressed, everything will be fine......"

"How could I be a great artist? My paintings aren't worth a penny...... You're just exalting me. Because you're my friend. ”

"Nope! It's because I'm your friend that I'm telling the truth...... It would be so sad if all friends told lies. ”

Wang Feng laughed: "No matter what happens, I will stand by your side." ”

Van Gogh heard Wang Feng's words, the pen in his hand stopped, and tears somehow kept flowing down.

"I ...... I...... Do you know...... I. ”

It seemed that he had something in his mouth, and the words that came out of his mouth were intermittent and incomprehensible, and he couldn't express anything at all.

Wang Feng didn't say anything, but hugged Van Gogh and buried her head in his arms: "You will always be one of my greatest artists." ”

Van Gogh raised his head and wiped his tears: "Will you forget me?" ”

"Never, as long as I'm alive, I won't forget you." Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh and felt a little distressed, and couldn't help but secretly swear: "Whether this is a game or not, I won't let you die." ”

"As long as you remember me...... I was satisfied. Van Gogh picked up the pen again and began to draw with tears in his eyes.

Baker Street –

"Faust...... It's almost time. The clown looked at his watch and turned to Faust.

Faust got up from the couch and lit a cigarette: "Looks like Van Gogh remembers everything." ”

"Anyway, that guy is also your former teammate......"

Faust directly interrupted the clown: "There are some things that can't be changed...... I've tried it once. At that time, Tesla stopped me, and I didn't agree that so much would happen later, and I didn't want to see it. ”

"Alas...... Let's go! What do you want to do after that? ”

Faust spat out a puff of smoke rings: "Back to the realm of pure black...... I want to make sure that this tragedy doesn't happen again. ”

"You can't do it." The clown said this categorically, then picked up his violin and played it.

"How?" Faust glanced at the clown and frowned: "Why can't I do it?" ”

"I'll admit you're the first player to beat the game, but you're going to have to play against all the players." The clown snorted coldly: "Including me......"

"So what?" Faust glanced at the clown with a look of disdain: "I've been against everyone before. ”

The clown spread his hands: "That's your own business, it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Dingding......

The phone rang suddenly.

Faust picked up the phone: "Which one?" ”

"How can you do such a thing? You went to great lengths to bring Van Gogh back to life, and now you didn't destroy it with your own hands? What's the point of that, exactly? ”

Faust sneered: "Tesla...... You don't have to worry about me. ”

"It's not your business anymore, it's all our business...... If you still think of me as a friend, don't do that, I beg you. Tesla roared directly on the other end of the phone.

Faust didn't heed Tesla's rant and hung up the phone.

"You don't give him any affection! Just hung up the phone? The clown didn't expect Faust to hang up the phone.

"I don't have much more to say to him......" Faust lazily lay on the sofa and covered his head and sighed, "It's my turn......"