Wang Feng suddenly woke up from the bed, and Henry Bacon was sitting in front of his bed.

He subconsciously touched his left eye, which was already wrapped in gauze.

"It's good that my life is saved." Wang Feng sighed.

"Hmm...... Yes...... Mr. Wang Feng, you're awake! Henry Bacon was awakened by Wang Feng, stretched, and yawned.

"Right...... What about Van Gogh? ”

It turned out to be Henry Bacon instead of Van Gogh who was accompanying him, which made Wang Feng a little curious.

Henry Bacon was a little reluctant to speak, not knowing whether to tell him what had happened.

"Could it be that something happened to Van Gogh?"

Wang Feng saw that Henry Bacon's expression was wrong, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"So to speak!" Henry Bacon lit a cigarette: "When you got us up from the basement, everything was pretty normal. For some reason, Mr. Van Gogh suddenly felt something wrong and seemed to be a different person...... I feel like it's a curse......" He glanced at Wang Feng: "The curse of their family." ”

"And what about others?"

Wang Feng didn't want to know what happened to Van Gogh, he just wanted to know where Van Gogh was now.

"Missing ......"

Henry Bacon looked at Wang Feng apologetically: "Your eyes ......"

"My eyes aren't a big problem, it's good to survive...... You say Van Gogh is missing...... How did you go missing? ”

Wang Feng looked at Henry Bacon.

"Suddenly disappeared in front of me."

Henry Bacon's hands trembled slightly, and then he said to him, "He felt very strange to me at that time...... It's like a monster...... Both eyes were black, and a black mist like tentacles emanated from behind him. ”

"Nightmare...... Did he say that? ”

Wang Feng glanced at Henry Bacon.

"Yes."

Henry Bacon nodded: "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

"Hmm...... He's been like that before...... He was talking about nightmares, and it became so strange that it felt like a monster. If this is what their family calls a curse, then I'm afraid ......"

Wang Feng didn't say any more, but lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling above his head.

"I'm afraid of what?"

Wang Feng did not answer Henry Bacon's question, but asked him, "How is the housekeeper's business?" ”

"I've already looked for the detective around here...... But when we got to the basement, the butler and Hei's body were gone. And the stone gate has been opened......"

Henry Bacon frowned: "It should be that the housekeeper and Xiao Hei inadvertently touched the ceremony of the stone gate, so this stone door will be opened." ”

"I'm a mess in my head right now...... ......He exhaled and looked at Henry Bacon, "Have you ever been in with that inspector?" ”

"Didn't go in...... As I stood in the doorway I heard some frightening voices, and the Inspector wanted to go in and investigate, but I stopped him. Henry Bacon shook his head: "Mr. Van Gogh, should you have already gone in?" ”

"I guess I'm going to go in."

Wang Feng lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Henry Bacon.

"You're too weak now...... After all, you've been in a coma for three days. ”

"Three days?"

Wang Feng looked at Henry Bacon: "I have been in a coma for three days. ”

Henry Bacon nodded: "During these three days, I can often hear very strange sounds, as if something is scratching the wall...... But I felt like it was my delusion again, because there weren't any scratches on the walls. ”

Wang Feng felt that something was wrong: "You can hear the sound of scratching the wall...... But no scratches were found on the walls...... It's a strange thing. ”

"Anyway, you have a good rest! When you're well-healed, let's go to the stone gate together. ”

Henry Bacon stood up and looked at Wang Feng: "Do you want to eat something?" ”

Wang Feng shook his head: "I'm not too hungry now......"

"Then you have to drink something...... I'm going to find someone to make something for you, you can fill your stomach. ”

"Hmm!" Wang Feng did not refuse.

Henry Bacon walked out of the room, and Wang Feng, who was lying on the bed, was already deep in thought.

He didn't say a word, and quickly entered his own realm of thinking.

The countless fragments above the realm of thought, under his instructions, began to merge and split into a new form.

"Stone Gate...... Eye...... Nightmare! ”

Those fragments transformed into the appearance of a stone gate, and around it, the rest of the fragments transformed into all the clues that Wang Feng had about nightmares before.

"Here they are......"

"Nightmare ......"

"Eye ......"

He kept repeating the words with a frown, always feeling as if there was something that could connect them together, something that he had ignored for now.

"What the hell is it? What the hell am I overlooking? ”

The seemingly intimate relationship between solving the puzzle and being one step away from it is actually 108,000 miles apart.

"On the walls of the hospital, someone said they were coming, and something was wrong from that point on...... Faust was still Sherlock Holmes at the time. But when exactly did it start......" Wang Feng raised his head and was stunned.

All the fragments around him transformed into Van Gogh's appearance, standing densely around him.

"It's Van Gogh...... I ignored Van Gogh...... This is what happened after the one time he came back from Arkham. ”

He lowered his head and looked at the ground: "Moritia stole Van Gogh's paintings and summoned those monsters in Arkham. Everything started because of Van Gogh. ”

Van Gogh around him quickly turned into pieces and began to merge into the form of Moritia.

"Van Gogh had always told me that his paintings could open the door to another world...... Let monsters from another dimension enter our world. At that time, he had not yet regained his memory, but he already knew that he contained some kind of power. Wang Feng clapped his hands, and everything seemed to have eyebrows in an instant: "Moritia is also one of the gamers, maybe he has recovered his memory from the beginning, so he knows Van Gogh's past, and all his abilities." It is precisely because of this that they steal Van Gogh's paintings. ”

Moritia instantly turned into fragments, floating around Wang Feng non-stop.

"It was because I entered Arkham that I met Van Gogh and met Van Gogh...... Later, he and Holmes escaped from Arkham and met Moritia...... The guy wasn't surprised to see Sherlock Holmes, but looked surprised at me......"

Those fragments turned into the scene where Wang Feng and Moritia met for the first time.