Wang Feng heard Van Gogh say that, and felt that he might really be thinking too much, so he fell directly on the bed: "Maybe there have been too many things that have happened recently, which makes me nervous now, and I feel wrong when I see anything." ”

"There's been a lot going on lately, so why don't you take a break? I know you barely close your eyes on the lifeboat. ”

Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh with a confused expression: "How do you know that I haven't closed my eyes." ”

"You sleep during the day, and you don't know what you're doing at night with your eyes open...... Please, I'm not blind to see! Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng angrily, and every time he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he found Wang Feng looking at the door mysteriously.

"Because I saw a tattoo on the sailor's body, and the tattoo was the same as the one that Holmes gave me at that time, and I felt that those guys had something to do with the cult...... I don't sleep at night just to prevent accidents. Wang Feng said the reason.

"So what? The sailors didn't do anything to us at all. Van Gogh unfolded his canvas, then picked up his pen and began to paint.

"Looks like I'm really thinking about ......"

Wang Feng rubbed his temples, trying to put himself into a state of relaxation, he had been tensing his nerves for fear of something happening on the lifeboat for the past few days.

Van Gogh suddenly stopped his pen and looked at Wang Feng: "Are you hungry?" ”

Van Gogh didn't say that Wang Feng didn't feel anything yet, but after he said that, his stomach began to grow.

"Looks hungry...... Wang Feng rubbed his stomach.

"Why don't we two go get something to eat first? Every place has its own cuisine. Van Gogh pulled Wang Feng up.

"I don't think there's anything good to eat in a small place like this!" Wang Feng was skeptical.

"Not necessarily." Van Gogh thought for a moment: "I've been to a place before that doesn't look good?" But there was so much delicious stuff in it that I still remember. ”

"Really?" Wang Feng suddenly became interested.

"I forgot, I just remember that there seemed to be two people eating with me...... By the way, would you like to go to the beach later? There is a sandy beach and you can also pick up shells. Van Gogh tried hard to remember, but no matter how he imagined that memory, it was always so vague.

"Forget it, when I see the sea now, I feel inexplicable fear. And I feel like there's something weird about this town, and I don't want to take that much risk even if I think too much about it. ”

Wang Feng sighed: "I'm old, and my heart can't accept stimulation anymore." ”

Van Gogh patted Wang Feng's stomach: "Why are you old again?" ”

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Who!"

There was no echo outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Who!!"

Wang Feng jumped up directly from the bed and roared angrily.

There was still no echo outside the door.

He walked straight to the door, opened it, and saw that it was empty.

"Someone's prank, right?" Van Gogh also leaned over and looked around.

"I don't know, but I think this guy is boring." Wang Feng didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing, so he closed the door.

The moment the door closed, a behemoth suddenly fell from the ceiling.

"Bang."

Wang Feng slammed open the door, only to see a man who had wrapped himself in a mummy, looking at him with a look of horror.

"Who are you?" Wang Feng stepped forward to question, but the person directly punched Wang Feng, and then left quickly.

Van Gogh hurriedly held Wang Feng: "Are you okay?" ”

"There are quirky ...... Definitely quirky. Wang Feng felt that his guess was not wrong, there was definitely something wrong with this town.

Not to mention the tightly wrapped pedestrians, the whole town is filled with an eerie atmosphere, and there are still people listening to their conversations with Van Gogh, if they can be explained by coincidence, or that they are too neurotic, then all this can prove that their previous conjectures are not wrong.

Wang Feng hurriedly chased after him, and Van Gogh followed closely.

But when the two came to the street, they found that the guy had disappeared.

Wang Feng had no choice but to turn back: "The waiter should have seen that person." ”

"Maybe that person just happened to be passing by, if he was listening to the conversation between the two of us, he didn't need to knock on the door!" Van Gogh felt that what he had just done was nothing more than a prank, if the other party wanted to listen to the conversation between the two of them, there was no need to knock on the door, which would expose himself, and if he didn't knock on the door, the two would not find out.

"I don't think it's like it's a knock...... Maybe it's just trying to test us...... It is also possible ......"

"What could be?"

Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh with a serious face: "I'm looking at the material of the door...... If the door is strong, they will give up, and if the door is not, then they may be doing tonight. You could call me neurotic, but it's all too suspicious. ”

"It's possible, but it's not necessary! I really can't figure it out...... Van Gogh feels that Wang Feng seems to be a little too concerned now, which causes him to feel strange about everything he sees.

Wang Feng shook his head: "From the moment you got on the boat, something was already wrong, all this was someone's plan." ”

"But the sailors on board didn't do anything to us?"

"Maybe we should think about it another way, I tell you, Holmes put us on that boat, probably thinking that we would make it to that point, so he sent a lifeboat to save us, and of course the people on this lifeboat were all cultists, because they all had the same tattoos on their arms as on their badges...... And the purpose of these guys is to bring the two of us to this place. Wang Feng's brain was running fast: "The people who live in the town almost all wrap themselves tightly, at first I thought it was a custom, but I thought about it for a while There is another possibility, that is, these people themselves are monsters." So they wrapped themselves tightly. ”

"Then tell me, why is that waiter okay for three years?" Van Gogh felt that what Wang Feng said was getting more and more outrageous.

Wang Feng sneered: "This waiter, either he is a cultist, or he is a monster." ”

"Are you crazy? I feel like you're too big now, right? Van Gogh listened to what Wang Feng said, and his whole person was a little broken, even if he had encountered so many before, he didn't expect Wang Fengfeng to become what he is now.

"I'm not crazy, and I'm very conscious now."