Everything around has been restored to its original state.

Wang Feng knelt on the ground, and Van Gogh in his arms had been reduced to pieces, and in the end they still did not stop the tragedy, which was ended by Van Gogh himself.

The sky was scattered with countless colors, and they twisted together to form a painting, which was Van Gogh's last gift to Wang Feng, and this gift was painted with his life.

Wang Feng kept thinking of the previous memories of the two in his mind, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, but he kept twitching for a moment.

This kind of memory will never be there again, there is a Van Gogh in the world, and he has become Wang Feng's memory.

"Your death is the real nightmare for me...... Wang Feng's voice began to grow hoarse.

Henry Bacon did not speak, but watched him quietly.

"It shouldn't be like this......"

He looked up at the sky and smiled at the brilliant colors, "What's the use?" All in vain...... I'm sorry guys, but I didn't stop anything. ”

Wang Feng lay on the ground and kept pounding the ground: "Nothing stopped...... I'm trash. ”

Henry Bacon walked over and patted Wang Feng on the shoulder: "It's okay...... Perhaps this is the real relief for Van Gogh. ”

He pointed to the sky: "This is his last gift to you...... Wang...... Let him go in peace! ”

Wang Feng wiped his tears and looked at the sky again, he seemed to see Van Gogh's figure: "I don't want these gifts...... I just want to get my friend back. ”

Wang Feng ...... I know you're uncomfortable, but that's how some things are...... And it was Van Gogh's own decision. You...... His decision should be respected. Henry Bacon looked into Van Gogh's eyes and sighed.

He hugged Van Gogh: "There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed......"

Wang Feng nodded, then stood up and said to Henry Bacon, "Let's go!" ”

Henry Bacon nodded: "Hmm! ”

"No one will die again......"

Wang Feng clenched his fists and secretly swore in his heart: "No one will die again." ”

Henry Bacon looked up at the sky and bowed: "You are the greatest artist." ”

……

A few days later, the train station.

"It's going to be Manhattan soon." Henry Bacon glanced at the one next to him

Wang.

Wang Feng nodded indifferently, looking out the window and not knowing what he was thinking, he has been like this for the past few days, and then you Bacon can't help but be a little worried.

But it is understandable, after all, for Wang Feng, Van Gogh is his best friend, and everyone went all out for Van Gogh, but in the end they still failed to change the ending.

"Nightmare? Maybe it's a nightmare to see your friend die in front of you! ”

Henry Bacon lay there looking at the ceiling and thought to himself.

"Why are there only two of us in this carriage?"

Henry Bacon was stunned for a moment and then quickly explained: "I don't like crowded places, so I will wrap this carriage down......"

"......I see," Wang Feng thought for a while, this is indeed Henry Bacon's style, and he didn't say much.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "What kind of person is Tesla?" ”

Wang Feng is still more curious about Tesla, this person can be said to be very mysterious, but he must also have some strength, otherwise he would not be on the same team as Faust Van Gogh.

"He's a haughty and arrogant paranoid!" Henry Bacon sneered: "Contact at first will not have any good feelings for this guy. If you get along for a long time, you will feel that this guy is not bad. ”

"Really?"

Wang Feng took a deep breath: "That's not bad. ”

"You should be okay now, right?"

Wang Feng glanced at Henry Bacon and was a little puzzled: "What can I do?" ”

"That's good."

Henry Bacon glanced out the window: "The train is about to leave, do you want to eat something?" ”

"Forget it, I don't have an appetite...... I don't want to eat anything now. ”

Wang Feng shook his head and looked out the window, but when he saw a figure, he suddenly stood up with a serious face.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I seem to see Moritia......"

Although Henry Bacon didn't know who Moritia was talking about in Wang Feng's mouth? But seeing his expression, I also felt that something was wrong.

"What's that guy's going on?"

"Enemy ......"

Henry Bacon also hurriedly stood up: "Then let's get out of the car quickly!" ”

"It's too late, looks like this

The guy is coming at me. ”

Wang Feng regained his position: "It's okay, let him come, as the so-called soldiers will block, water will cover the earth, I want to see what he wants to do." ”

Henry Bacon nodded.

"There are so many people in the car, he can't do anything."

Wang Feng laughed: "Not necessarily...... That guy is a madman, who knows what he's going to do? Anyway, this trip is not destined to be safe. ”

He was ready for anything.

The train moved slowly forward, and then it got faster and faster.

Wang Feng actually felt a little sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He remembered the scene of the first time he met Faust, and also remembered the scene of the first time he met Sherlock Holmes and Van Gogh, and countless fragments of memory flashed through his mind like a marquee.

It all seemed like a dream.

Henry Bacon lit a cigarette and looked at Wang Feng quietly, feeling uneasy.

Wang Feng seemed to have a charm that could attract him, and he didn't know how to describe this feeling, it was very wonderful.

When he remembered Van Gogh before, he also felt a little sorry in his heart.

"It's a pity ......"

He glanced out the window, then closed his eyes as well.

It was a huge carriage, and there were only the two of them.

Stop.

"Those two guys are already in the car...... Let's start our plan! ”

Moritia showed a smile, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he looked at the distant train with a confident face, and said to himself: "You all have a nightmare that is not over yet. ”

A man on the train stood up, coughing at first, then taking out his violin and playing it gracefully.

The passengers listened to the song and were so sleepy that they didn't notice anything crawling up their faces.

"The game is only starting now...... Wang Feng: Today is your death. ”

The man put the violin down and opened the window, and it was the clown.

He looked at the scenery outside the window and smiled: "Faust...... Sooner or later you will be clear where you stand...... You are the same kind of person as we are. ”

He closed the window and clapped his hands: "Gentlemen, ladies, the game is officially on...... It's going to be our party. ”