Wang Feng returned to his room, took out a stack of blankets from the room, walked down the stairs, and covered Holmes with the blankets.

He looked at the information on the blackboard, and a blank area appeared in his mind, and he seemed to be pestled in that empty space.

Countless fragments appeared in front of him in pieces, constantly reassembling and dissolving.

"First all sorts of monsters."

The pieces quickly gathered together in his imagination, forming the monsters he had encountered.

Wang Feng leaned over to observe the expressions of these monsters.

"Why are these monsters so terrifying? If they had been human, what had happened to them? ”

In his imagination, the faces of those monsters transformed into humans.

Wang Feng was surprised to find that these people all had expressions of fear on their faces before they turned into monsters.

"Something is wrong...... But what's wrong? ”

He reached out and touched the faces and asked, "Can you tell me what you saw that made you look so frightened?" ”

The men shook their heads and nodded......

"Excuse me? You want to tell me, but you can't describe it? ”

The men nodded.

"The fear of the unknown, so indescribable?" Wang Feng sighed, and the fragments gathered together again to form a blurry black shadow.

He looked at the dark shadow and said to the men, "Is this what you do to describe as best you can?" ”

The men nodded again.

Although the indescribable thing is just an appearance, it also makes Wang Feng frightened, he can't imagine if he really faces the guy in front of him, will he have the courage to look directly?

The shadow disintegrated and recombined into Van Gogh's form.

"Our family is born with the ability to see things that others can't, so let's tell you! This world is connected to countless worlds, but there is a transparent wall between each world and each world...... This also avoids species from other worlds coming to our world. ”

New fragments appeared in space, and these fragments changed into the form of Sherlock Holmes.

"As I said, Leonardo da Vinci Su, Grady are examples of people who have been inspired by the influence of creatures outside the walls, and it is these talents that have propelled humanity over a long distance...... How did humanity suddenly enter the electric age? Edison...... Tesla, Faraday ...... We can't see the creatures outside the walls, but the creatures outside the walls can see us, and there are exceptions, of course, but Van Gogh's abilities should be the privilege of those creatures, and he is equivalent to the position of administrator......"

Wang Feng stared at Holmes's eyes, and when Holmes said Tesla, his pupils unconsciously dilated.

"Why do pupils dilate unconsciously?"

Wang Feng felt a little strange and looked back again, but only when he read Tesla's name would Holmes's pupils suddenly dilate or so.

"Could it be that Sherlock Holmes is really Tesla?"

Sherlock Holmes and Van Gogh were once again reduced to pieces and scattered around Wang Feng waiting for new orders.

He pondered for a moment, trying to remember what the yellow-robed man looked like.

After receiving the order, those fragments quickly reorganized into the yellow-robed man they had encountered earlier.

"Is his expression happy?"

Wang Feng didn't understand why this guy would be happy to see him.

Sherlock Holmes and his own figure also appeared next to him, and the scene from the previous meeting was reappeared.

"That's what it looks like, I see......"

"What the hell does it look like? What did he really understand? Why are you so happy to see me......" Wang Feng shook his head and guessed: "Does this guy know that I am a player?" ”

Wang Feng stopped the yellow-robed man, and then carefully observed his micro-expression.

"Disgusted?"

The yellow-robed man's nose was raised.

The nose is generally less important in other expressions, but it is a pointer when disgust arises. Even when there is no noticeable change in the other facial features of the face, the disgust will cause the nose to rise slightly and stretch to the sides, resulting in shallow grooves.

"Why does this guy show a happy micro-expression when he sees me, but then he shows this disgusted expression?" Wang Feng is somewhat contradictory, completely illogical.

The yellow-robed man quickly decomposed, and the fragments once again constituted Van Gogh.

"When Van Gogh and I first met, why did he have a look of fear?"

Although Van Gogh tried his best to hide it, he frowned, his eyes were obviously enlarged, and his mouth was slightly open.

Very frightened and very angry expressions are somewhat similar, both frowning, wide-eyed, and open-mouthed. However, when angry, the eyebrows and eyelids are pressed downward, and the eyebrows are shaped like the Chinese character "eight"; When frightened, the eyebrows and eyelids are raised, and the eyebrows are shaped like an upside-down "eight". When angry, the mouth is exhaled, trying to make a sharp voice to threaten the other person; The mouth is more used for deep inhalation when feared, storing energy for escape.

"Van Gogh was afraid of me, and the man in the yellow robe was a little disgusted with me...... And what about Sherlock Holmes? ”

Fragments make up Sherlock Holmes.

Wang Feng stepped forward to carefully observe Holmes's micro-expression.

"He lied to me?"

The corners of Holmes's mouth drooped slightly, and then the left side of his lips lifted upward.

The corners of the mouth are the most common micro-expressions in people. Liars often have drooping corners of their mouths when they first deceive, which is a form of lying with a slight self-reproach; The left side of the lips is pursed upward, and it mostly appears in the case of a veteran liar or after successfully saying that he panics, and he can't help but express his proud joy.

"What the hell is he hiding from me?"

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The phone rang suddenly, and Wang Feng woke up directly and picked up the phone.

Sherlock Holmes...... Something went wrong...... There are new victims. Conan Doyle's voice was heard.

"I'm sorry Holmes is still resting." Wang Feng glanced at Sherlock Holmes, who was lying on the ground and had fallen asleep.

"Oh...... O Watson! Dusherlock Holmes woke up and hurried to let him come...... Location: West End, London. ”

"Hmm!" Wang Feng hung up the phone.

"Could it be that those guys have already started?" Wang Feng looked at the information on the blackboard again and denied his thoughts: "No! Probably not, how could those guys be religious believers, how could they violate their own rules? ”

He felt a little tired, and his head hurt to death.

"Maybe it's too much going on, right?" Wang Feng slowly walked to his room to rest for a while and adjust his state.