"Now you go forward, I go back, two people go in different directions......"

Van Gogh nodded and walked slowly forward, while Wang Feng walked in the opposite direction.

The distance between the two was slowly widened, but the moment they stopped, they were both behind each other.

"Looks like you can't stop......"

Van Gogh nodded and then looked at the doors at both ends of the corridor: "Opening the door is considered a stop, and all actions must be combined in one go." ”

"But what happens if one person keeps moving forward and the other stops?" Wang Feng wanted to try all the possibilities, maybe he could find a way to crack it.

"Makes sense...... Then give it a try. ”

The two men turned their backs to each other again, and then kept moving forward.

"I'm about to stop...... You go on......"

"Got it......" Van Gogh didn't stop his steps and kept walking forward, going to the door that was getting closer and closer to him.

Wang Feng stopped, and at this moment the scene around him changed rapidly, and he did not return to the original point, but came behind Van Gogh.

"Looks like this will work."

"Hmm!" Van Gogh hurriedly walked forward, while Wang Feng kept retreating.

The moment Van Gogh touched the door, the two returned to the point where they had set off.

"What's going on? Could it be that the moment you open the door is also a stop? ”

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng with a puzzled expression, but Wang Feng shook his head and said his analysis of this corridor: "Our previous speculation was not wrong, two people walked with their backs, one walked forward, and the other also walked forward, for a certain period of time, one person kept walking, and the other person stopped. Then the person who stops will come behind the person who keeps walking. But what about the time when the door opens? If you stop walking, you will return to the original point. ”

"If, at the time of the opening, the person opening the door stops and the person behind him is walking, isn't that okay?" Van Gogh smiled, maybe this method really worked.

"It should be possible...... Theoretically, there is nothing wrong, but I don't know if it is feasible. Wang Feng was a little hesitant.

"Just give it a try......"

The two turned their backs again, and then turned their backs.

"I stopped......" Wang Feng said before stopping his steps.

"Hmm!" Van Gogh continued on his way.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Feng came behind Van Gogh and kept retreating.

The door is getting closer and closer to Van Gogh.

"I'm about to open the door, I might stop, you wait a little bit behind you, try to keep your steps as small as possible......"

"Hmmm......"

"Open the door......" Van Gogh quickly grabbed the doorknob and shouted.

And Wang Feng didn't stop retreating......

The surrounding scene changes in an instant.

"Failed...... Finish? ”

Wang Feng was a little unacceptable, he quickly closed his eyes and began to pray.

"Succeeded......"

Wang Feng quickly opened his eyes when he heard Van Gogh's voice, but he didn't expect that the two had already come to the hall of the cruise ship.

"Whew...... Finally it worked. Wang Feng's hanging heart let go.

Van Gogh patted Wang Feng's shoulder excitedly and laughed: "Great...... I thought I'd stay in that place for the rest of my life......"

"What's it called? This is called his tacit understanding...... "Wang Feng also laughed.

"Alas~ This must be tacitly agreed, and the ...... will be arranged for him in minutes" Van Gogh looked at the door, and then looked at the environment where the two were located: "But what kind of place is this?" ”

Wang Feng shook his head: "I don't know, but it looks like it should be an opera house......" He pointed to the front stage: "Go there and have a look!" ”

The two said that the aisle climbed up the stage, and the stage was sprinkled with all kinds of performance props, many of which were masks.

"Why are these things falling apart? And it seems that the opera house has not been damaged by monsters......" Van Gogh picked up a mask on the ground and looked at it.

Wang Feng didn't think so: "Although I didn't suffer damage from the monster, these things were obviously thrown by those actors at will." ”

He crouched down and picked up a mask, and there was a hole in the mask, and there was some blood stained on it, which was clearly caused by a sharp weapon.

"It's not monsters that chase them, it's human ......," Wang Feng said as he remembered the person he had met in the hospital corridor before.

"Do you mean that during a stage play, an actor suddenly went crazy and picked up a dagger and chased after the other actors, and the mask in your hand was worn by the actor who was attacked?" Van Gogh placed the mask on the ground, and only felt as if he had seen these props somewhere.

Wang Feng shook his head: "This actor who was attacked wanted to stop this person, but he was stabbed with a sword, but fortunately, the mask withstood a lot of injuries, but he only suffered a little skin injury." ”

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a sword fell from above and pierced directly into the stage.

The two of them quickly looked behind them.

"He hung his sword in the air." Van Gogh leaned in to see that the end of the sword was tied with a ponytail.

When the two people saw this scene, they looked at each other in unison: "Sword of Damocles." (Damocles was a favorite of the tyrant Dionysius in Greek mythology, who often said that the emperor was blessed to please the emperor.) Once, Dionysius made him sit on the throne of the emperor with a sword tied to a horse's hair on top of his head, as a way to tell him that although he was on the throne, the sword could fall at any time, and that the emperor was not blessed, but always in trouble. ）

"It turns out that this drama is "The Sword of Damocles"!" Van Gogh breathed a sigh of relief: "It really scared me just now." ”

"I remember as if in Greek mythology, Dionysius was the god of wine...... And the statue I saw before was Poseidon, the god of the sea. Wang Feng feels that there must be a connection between the two.

"Dionysius is the god of revelry...... Poseidon, the god of the sea, is the god of the sea...... What can be the connection between the two......"

Van Gogh didn't understand what Wang Feng meant.

"Poseidon, the god of the sea that we see, is not the god of the sea, here we can extend it to the god of birth...... Because everything is born from the ocean. Wang Feng pondered for a moment, and felt that it should be understood as the god of birth at this time.

"From Birth to Carnival ......"

Wang Feng sneered: "That guy is playing a game with us...... The monsters we just saw were just in their infancy...... And now the monsters we meet have been raised to a higher level. ”