I am a master, I have the final say

Baicheng looked around for a while. This was a secret room. Apart from him and the clown, there was no third person.

"In that case, can you tell me by the way, where did everything else go?"

"Sorry." The clown shrugged with a helpless expression. "You are talking about the three girls? Unfortunately, I am not responsible for them. I don't know anything about them. The only thing I can tell you is that they probably All are still alive."

"I think so."

Baicheng nodded and looked at each other with a smile, "After all, I'm still alive, right?"

...

Well, the serial number of the previous room was also wrong, the previous chapter was 505.

507 Conflict

"Are you alone here, where did Freddie go?"

"Sorry, no comment."

"Apart from Freddy, what other monsters are there in this fourth-level dream?"

"Sorry, no comment."

"What kind of conspiracy are you planning?"

"Sorry, no comment."

"No comment, then you should always tell me, when will you marry Batman?"

"Sorry, no...no, things here have nothing to do with Batman, do you always talk about him?" The clown twitched, "Anyway, I won't kill you now, but I won't tell you about this dream world. Any information, all of the information you need to explore by yourself."

"So..." Baicheng pointed to the closed iron gate on the opposite side, "I am leaving from here now, will you stop me?"

"Of course." The clown smiled and nodded.

Without saying a word, Baicheng got up and walked out. The iron gate seemed to be closed, but in fact it was not locked. It opened with a light pull, and when one of Baicheng's feet had already stepped out, he seemed to remember What? Turn around and say: "The last question, are you an enemy or a friend?"

The clown thought about it seriously, "From a standpoint, I should be your enemy, but I am not really interested in these things. After all, I am always a criminal. Only crime can arouse my pleasure. Regardless of whether it is an enemy or a friend of you, it has nothing to do with crime, so I am trying to find new pleasures, or... I will tell you when I find it?"

"No, I'm actually not interested in your ideas."

Baicheng shook his head, and left directly.

The clown looked at the iron door closed again, and gradually, a curve of his mouth curled up.

...

After leaving the secret room, Baicheng quickly stepped into the main street. It looks like an ordinary city. The vast space does not give people too much depressive feeling. Although it is night, under the light of stars and moon, The environment of the street is still clearly visible. Pedestrians walking in twos and threes from both sides of the street can't feel the slightest strangeness.

If this is a dream, then this dream world is a bit too real.

As Baicheng walked, he was thinking about the existing information...First of all, the first person he saw after waking up was the clown. It is not difficult to judge that since the abyss of falling into this fourth level of dream world, He was separated from Shinhime and the others, and the clowns were obviously planning something. In other words, Shinhime and the others might have been controlled.

The person doing this should not be Freddy. After all, the hostage set, Freddy can’t play it. He will only kill and kill. If you change the clown, there is still a chance... but the clown It has been clearly stated that he is not responsible for the three Jinji, so it cannot be him.

At this point, the clown is still worthy of trust.

In other words, besides Freddy and the Joker, he added new enemies?

Baicheng thought for a long time, and finally realized that he was disappointed to find out that he could not analyze the reason at all with his existing intelligence, so he could only take a step by step, and the most important thing was to find the three of Shinhime...and Kato. benefit.

Zira!Zira...

As he walked, Baicheng suddenly noticed that the street lights on the side of the street began to flicker. It seemed that something had gone wrong. But when he went to pay attention, the street lights returned to normal. At the same time, the grass behind him began to spread. The sound.

At the beginning, Bai Cheng didn't pay much attention to it, but when this voice continued to appear, he knew something was following him.He deliberately pretended not to know, turned a corner, and walked toward the open path.

After a while, the movement behind him disappeared.

Bai Cheng turned his head, "Did you run? Quite smart."

Shaking his head, Bai Cheng turned around and was about to move on, but just as he was about to take his steps, he found a magnificent mansion standing in front of him.

"Is there a mansion before this place?"

Baicheng subconsciously stretched out his hand to go to his waist. The original ordinary city suddenly added a layer of fantasy and suspense. Not only was he not surprised, but he had a sense of peace of mind, so he held the scalpel on his waist with his left hand and pressed his right hand. The door to the mansion.

The door was unlocked, and it was opened with a light push, as if to welcome Baicheng's entry.

Originally, Baicheng was a bit distressed because he had no clues. Since the opponent took the initiative to send intelligence to the door, why would he not do it?

So Baicheng smiled and walked in.

Click!

When Baicheng entered the interior of the mansion, the gate was closed again. On the left side of the gate, the original blank plaque gradually showed four words-House of the Witch!

Hey~~!

The laughter from the shady side instantly resounded all around the mansion.

Baicheng didn’t know what the foreign mansion he entered was. After walking through a long corridor covered with red carpet, his vision suddenly widened... This is a semi-circular large room. There are rows of tables and chairs in it, many people are sitting, chatting, laughing, and at the bottom is a high platform nearly one meter in height, which seems to be a stage scene.

Baicheng only took a few rounds, and a little old man got up from his seat and trot all the way to him, rubbing his hands with a humble expression, "Guest officer, welcome to our theater. It’s a coincidence that we are about to start a new drama. Come on, please sit here."

Baicheng's feet were motionless as if they had taken root on the ground, and asked, "What kind of drama do you play in your theater."

The little old man smiled speciously and replied, "True and false Li Kui."

Bai Cheng frowned and said disgustedly: "What's so good about the real and fake Li Kui? Watching two big men mess up on the stage, I am not panicking."

"The guest officer, what do you want to see?"

"Is there an eighteen touch? Give me an eighteen touch."

"This...not really."

"You don't even have eighteen touches. How did you open the theater?" Baicheng said dissatisfied. "Also, when I came in before, I saw a mansion, but you were performing plays here. Foreign, what a mess!"

The little old man smirked, but didn't reply.

Baicheng sighed, "Well, since it's all here, then just take a look and find me a seat."

"Okay, guest officer, please here!"

The little old man excitedly took Baicheng to the front row and pointed to a seat for him. Baicheng found that there was no guest on this table, as if it was specially prepared for him.

Once he came, he would settle down. Baicheng Art was a brave man, but he was not afraid of the other party's tricks and took a seat.