Wang Feng opened his eyes only to find that he was already lying on the hospital bed.

"Are you awake?" Conan Doyle's voice came from the left.

He turned his head to look at Conan Doyle, "Why am I here?" ”

Conan Doyle picked up an apple on the table and nibbled it directly: "Nonsense must have been unconscious, when you and Sherlock Holmes were lying in the corridor of the hospital and were found by the nurse...... Otherwise, what are you doing lying here, a day trip to the hospital? ”

After Conan Doyle said this, Wang Feng hurriedly asked: "What about Sherlock Holmes?" ”

"That guy woke up yesterday and disappeared this morning...... I asked him what was wrong, and the guy didn't even bird me. Conan Doyle looked displeased when he said this, and casually took another apple from the table: "Do you want an apple?" ”

Wang Feng shook his head: "I don't have an appetite now...... That is, Sherlock Holmes left the hospital alone? ”

"Hmm!" Conan Doyle nodded, then threw the apple core into the trash: "Yes! And it's in a hurry. But honestly, what the hell is going on with you? I'm almost half in a coma. ”

"Half a month? How can it be? ”

Wang Feng felt that he had misheard.

"You say I've been in a coma with Sherlock Holmes for half a month?"

Conan Doyle curled up in the quilt and yawned, "That's right! Although both of you have been in a coma for half a month, alas! Anyway, we are also old patients. ......He glanced up at Wang Feng's hanging bottle and then said: "I have been relying on intravenous drips to maintain the physical condition of the two of you in the past few months, and when you wake up, you naturally have no appetite." ”

Conan Doyle seemed to have thought of something to change the position of his body, and then stared at Wang Feng and asked, "What happened after you left?" How could you be in a coma in the hospital? And it seems that rumors were heard that Holmes was dead......"

Wang Feng didn't know how to explain it to Conan Doyle, after all, no one would believe what happened to him and Sherlock Holmes, it was really unbelievable.

But there was one man whose name was deeply seared in his heart at this moment - Moritia.

It's all this guy's doing.

Conan Doyle saw that Wang Feng's expression was a little wooden, and he quickly coughed and pulled him back.

"You guy also replied! Isn't it impossible to say? Conan Doyle had already guessed that he was hesitating when he saw Wang Feng's appearance, and before Wang Feng could speak, he hurriedly found a step for himself: "Since you can't say it, don't say it." ”

"I'm sorry ......"

"You don't need to say that, some things are like this, you can't say it. The mouth grows on oneself, and whether to say it or not has nothing to do with others. You apologized, but it made me feel a little embarrassed. Conan Doyle looked at the empty bed next to him: "I don't know why, after Holmes woke up this time, he felt very strange, as if he was a different person." ”

"Strange?"

Wang Feng was naturally a little puzzled by what Conan Doyle said.

"I've been friends with that guy for a long time, and when he woke up, the first thing he did was go to the library and pick up a book called Necronomicon...... He's a withdrawn person, and the first thing he does when he wakes up isn't to ask how you're doing? Conan Doyle looked at Wang Feng again and smiled slightly: "Maybe I'm thinking too much." ”

"Nope! Such Sherlock Holmes is indeed a little strange, and Conan Doyle is not wrong...... Could it be that after I fell unconscious? Did something happen to Sherlock Holmes? ”

Wang Feng felt that when he was unconscious, something must have happened that caused Holmes to become what he is now.

But this time it wasn't empty-handed, at least the one who knew all this was Moritia, and he also knew the existence of talent.

"I saw him call Holmes by name when he went out, but he gave me a cold look and said that he was not called Sherlock Holmes, but Faust." It was at this moment that Conan Doyle suddenly remembered something.

"Faust?"

When Wang Feng heard this name, his pupils instantly dilated, and he could sweat.

"The man on that train ......"

In an instant he remembered some details of the train.

"You said Holmes took a book called The Necronomicon......" he hastened to reconfirm the clue.

"That's right!" Conan Doyle was a little puzzled: "Could it be that there is nothing else that cannot be done in this "Book of Death"? ”

Wang Feng quickly shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just asking." ”

"Oh......"

"On the train, the man named Faust was also holding a copy of the Necronomical, and now Sherlock Holmes says his name is Faust...... Could it be that person is Sherlock Holmes......" Wang Feng felt a little strange: "But if that's really the case, then how could Holmes live for so long?" ”

Something suddenly occurred to him.

"Talent...... It's the talent of Sherlock Holmes...... But if that's the case, then it's Sherlock Holmes who brought himself into the game...... It's just that he met the future Sherlock Holmes before, and the current Sherlock Holmes doesn't know. ”

Wang Feng felt that the more he thought about this, the more terrifying it became: "But what is the purpose of Sherlock Holmes?" ”

Wang Feng ...... Are you listening to me? Conan Doyle was not impatient at all, he had already said a lot of things just now, but this kid had been ignoring it.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else." Wang Feng came to his senses and quickly apologized to Conan Doyle.

Conan Doyle sighed: "Then I'll say it again!" Regarding the previous murder in the East End, the murderer wrote a letter to provoke us while you were unconscious...... He calls himself Jack the Ripper, huh...... Of course, several people have died in the past half month. ”

"Was the murder you went to the scene the one Jack the Ripper did?"

"Not really...... Although these two cases are very weird, they are not the same person, because the cases committed by Jack the Ripper will leave their own marks, and the case I met should be the fanatic of Jack the Ripper! Conan Doyle hastened to deny that although both cases were suspicious, they were not done by one person.

Wang Feng frowned.

"Could it be that the previous incident was not Moritia's doing? If not him, who would it be? ”

"Do you have any clues?" Conan Doyle saw that Wang Feng was wrong and hurriedly asked.