"Actually, I have a little bit of a clue...... I heard Ruth say all these things...... Those corpses will become dry and bloodless......"

Faust nodded, then extinguished the cigarette in his hand: "This clue is not very useful...... Of course...... In a sense, it's better than not knowing. ”

"I'm not going to that bar again anyway, I'm going to go to you!"

Conan Doyle quickly got up and lay down directly on the bed.

He didn't want to go back to the place where the nightmare began, and relive what had happened.

"Those two people are the only ones you know...... Do you feel like you can not go? ”

Faust glanced at Conan Doyle, who was lying on the bed.

"Don't listen to the king and don't listen to the king's recitation......"

Conan Doyle buried his head in the pillow, not wanting to listen to Faust at all.

Wang Feng saw that Conan Doyle really didn't want to go back to that bar, and he didn't want to force it, so he said to Faust: "Since he doesn't want to go, don't let him go." ”

"Hmm!"

Faust yawned: "It's been a tiring day, let's hurry up and rest, and go to that bar tomorrow...... Everything went smoothly without dragging oil bottles. He looked at Conan Doyle and sneered.

But no matter how Faust mocked Conan Doyle, he was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard it.

Wang Feng didn't say much, and chatted with Faust about a few other things, and the two of them went back to their beds and prepared to rest.

Before dawn, they got up and went to the bar.

This bar is open 24 hours a day, and the reason why I go there at four or five o'clock in the morning is because most of the people in the bar at this time are almost all drunk.

When I opened the door, the smell of tobacco and alcohol filled the air, the music was almost deafening, men and women were twisting their waists and buttocks wildly on the dance floor, and women dressed in cold clothes were giggling and playing with the men, teasing the men who couldn't control themselves with flirtatious language.

Although there are rumors of vampires everywhere, these guys don't care at all.

This is the first time Wang Feng has come to the bar, and he can't help but feel a little nervous in the face of the unfamiliar environment, so the two of them casually found a remote corner, ordered a few beers, and sat down.

"What do you think

Going a little wrong? Faust lit a cigarette and asked, Wang Feng with a suspicious expression.

"My first time at this place...... Somewhat...... A little nervous. ”

Wang Feng swallowed violently.

Faust laughed: "There's nothing to be nervous about...... The more nervous you get, the more out of place you become...... Almost all the people who come to this place are self-indulgent. ”

"Nothing to indulge, right? And show your ugly side...... I just can't understand it. ”

Wang Feng looked at the men and women on the dance floor and sighed.

"But sometimes human beings need to show their negative emotions...... You don't like it, but you can't deny it...... Because some people like it...... It is precisely because someone likes it that this place exists, existence is a cause, and there must be a result......" Faust turned his head to look at the dance floor, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he thought of something.

"Van Gogh was particularly fond of drinking in bars......"

Wang Feng paused when he heard Van Gogh's name: "It turns out that Van Gogh likes to drink in bars......"

Somehow, this name made Wang Feng's heart tingle a little.

"Surely you can't imagine that someone like him would like this kind of place?" Faust looked at Wang Feng and then picked up a glass of wine and drank it all: "To be honest, I really miss that guy's ......"

He ...... It's already dead......" Wang Feng poured a glass of wine and drank: "It's already ...... Dead ......"

His mind kept recalling previous memories, and these memories only deepened his hatred for Moritia.

"Nope! Van Gogh ...... Not dead yet......"

Faust took a deep breath.

"Impossible...... I saw Van Gogh die in front of my eyes, and you don't need to comfort me. ”

Wang Feng felt that Faust had just comforted himself before saying that.

Faust smiled: "This is what I told me in the future...... Van Gogh still has a chance to be resurrected, but it all depends on how high you reach. ”

Wang Feng looked at Faust with excitement on his face: "Really? Can Van Gogh really be resurrected? ”

His tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly: "You're not joking with me, are you?" ”

"I didn't play with you

Laugh...... As long as you reach a certain height, you can resurrect Van Gogh...... It's all up to you. ”

"That's really great......"

Wang Feng wiped his tears and smiled: "It's really good...... Van Gogh ...... Hahaha......"

Faust laughed too: "What we're doing now doesn't seem to change anything, but we've actually changed something." The future is inherently uncertain...... It can change with our thoughts. ”

He knocked on the table and said to Wang Feng again: "Some things take time, and all we can do is wait. ”

Wang Feng didn't speak, he understood what Faust meant.

As the minutes ticked by, the bar began to become scarce.

A few of them were already drunk, lying on the couch panting.

Faust put down his glass, then stood up and walked towards the men: "Now is the time. ”

Wang Feng also hurriedly followed.

The two of them found a random drunk man and sat on either side of him.

Wang Feng looked at Faust: "Do you want to ask directly?" ”

"Hmm!"

"Then you ask or I ask."

"Let me ask!"

Faust patted the drunken man's face: "Brother...... Wake up......"

The drunk man opened his eyes and glanced at Faust and Wang Feng with a blank expression: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

"That thing about vampires...... You can't clear ......"

Faust went straight to the point and asked.

"Oh...... I thought you were going to ask something, this is it! The drunk adjusted his position and hiccuped: "This is a long story! Most people are afraid to say ...... Hehehe...... A bunch of neurotics! ”

"Don't dare to say? Why don't you dare to say it? ”

Wang Feng and Faust glanced at each other, and then asked the drunk.

"It's not because of those guys...... He ......"

The drunk man was suddenly speechless, and his face was as frightened as if he had seen something that he shouldn't have seen.

"Here he is...... That guy is coming, don't you see? ”

He pointed ahead and questioned Wang Feng and Faust.