The dance party has ended, Wang Feng said goodbye to Ruth and returned to his room.

"You're back?" Van Gogh glanced at Wang Feng, who came back: "How is it?" Is there any progress? ”

"You left me there alone, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet?" As soon as he mentioned this, Wang Feng was furious.

Van Gogh put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked solemn: "I'm here to help you...... You still come to me, it's really unconscionable! ”

"Then you left me there alone." Wang Feng snorted, leaned over and glanced at Van Gogh's drawing board: "What are you painting?" ”

Van Gogh yawned: "I don't know what I painted, and the inspiration came all of a sudden." ”

The drawing board shows a boat, and next to it is an unidentified object.

"Your ship is the ship we're on, isn't it? And what is this unidentified object? Wang Feng felt that Van Gogh's painting was actually not bad, but this painting should not have been finished yet, otherwise it would be even more amazing.

Van Gogh pointed at the unknown object and sneered: "Isn't this an unknown object?" It's a human corpse...... It was just at the prom that I was inspired. What happens when a big ship sails on the sea happens to meet a dead body? ”

"You're really not afraid of accidents, aren't you? Draw such an unlucky thing. Wang Feng didn't expect Van Gogh to paint such an obscure thing, and he was not afraid that it would really become a reality.

Van Gogh stood up and moved his muscles: "Don't worry, it's just a painting, it can't come true." ”

Wang Feng suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly ran to the drawing board to read it again.

"What's on this deck of yours?" He asked Van Gogh about it, pointing to a few small black dots on the deck.

"This little black dot must be the crew!"

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng with mentally retarded eyes: "Do you still need to ask about this kind of thing?" If you think about the presence of dead bodies on the sea, the crew will definitely go to salvage them......"

"Salvage?"

When Wang Feng heard this, he only felt that his scalp was numb, and he remembered that he had seen the water stains on David's body at the ball, and sat on the bed and suddenly realized.

"It's not a coincidence that a crew member has fallen into the water, it's that they're salvaging something?"

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng with his hands in fists: "What do you mean by this?" ”

Van Gogh ...... How did you come up with this picture? ”

Wang Feng's face was serious and pale.

"It was just that suddenly a picture appeared in my head, so I slowly drew it, at first I just wanted to draw the ship, but at the banquet, I suddenly a new picture appeared." The more Van Gogh explained in a colorful way, the more Wang Feng felt fear.

If an ordinary person painted this painting, he might not say anything, but Van Gogh was a person who was activated by his talent, and although his talent was to open the door to another world, this painting can be completely connected with what he encountered.

What he was hiding was this matter...... "Maybe this incident is just a coincidence, but after so many things, Wang Feng has already developed a sense of crisis."

"Didn't you say you were hiding something? Who is hiding what? Van Gogh listened a little misty and didn't understand what he meant.

"I just met the captain at the banquet, and I asked him if any of the crew had fallen into the water, based on some of his signs. He said that I was thinking too much, but I could feel that he was hiding something. Wang Feng picked up the drawing board and then said: "When I saw your painting, I realized that there was no crew member who fell into the water, and the reason why he had water stains on his body was because he was salvaging something, which may be the corpse in your painting." ”

"It's just a coincidence!" Van Gogh felt that all this was just a coincidence, and Wang Feng was thinking too much about himself, after all, this guy had experienced a lot of this kind of thing before, so he naturally had a sense of crisis.

"I also think it's just a coincidence, but if you activate your talent, I have to associate ......" Wang Feng fell into deep thought.

Van Gogh was also a little flustered: "My talent is to open the door to another world, not to predict the future." ”

"But if your talent doesn't open the door to another world from the beginning, but predicts the future, or if your talent has changed slightly, even you don't know it...... That ......"

Van Gogh felt that what Wang Feng said did have some truth: "What you said is also possible, but it is just your speculation." ”

"No, it's not speculation anymore, it's true, everything I said before has happened." Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh and didn't know what to do.

Now the two of them are on the same ship, and the ship is on the sea, if what you guess will not happen, then it is indeed a good thing, but if you guess that these things will happen, it will undoubtedly be a disaster.

No one on board will be spared.

Van Gogh took a deep breath: "We want to stop this catastrophe......"

"The disaster has begun."

The artboard falls to the ground......

In the hallway, Jack hurriedly looked around, his eyes revealing fear, as if he was hiding from something.

He kept talking to himself.

"I didn't take that thing, it's really not my ......"

But I don't know why this sentence slowly began to blur and even changed to another tone.

Jack was startled and quickly covered his mouth, but his mouth was completely uncontrollable and still saying that.

In a few moments, blood slowly trickled down his mouth, staining his clothes red.

He looked behind him and didn't know what he was tripping over, and he fell directly to the ground.

A foot appeared in front of him.

Jack looked up and saw that it was the same corpse from before.

"Uh......h Whining! ”

He let go of his hand and tried to explain something, only to find that all he could do was whine, as if something was about to come out of his throat.

The corpse looked at Jack with a smile and turned to leave.

Jack leaned against the wall, his hands over his mouth, and fell there.

Just as he was snickering, he found that he couldn't see anything, his eyeballs fell to the ground, and a pair of palms grew out of the two black holes.

He tried to stand up but found that he couldn't stand up at all, because his feet seemed to be gone.

The lights in the hallway flickered incessantly, resonating with the waves outside.

"Smack!"

Two faces were pressed against the window and looked at Jack at this time, drooling, and these two people were the two crew members who had been shot by David before.

When Jack turned into a dead body, there was another human face on the window.