Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chris was still following him, and Bobby was behind them, and Nancy and Quentin were already searching this place.

They were more eager to figure out what Freddy was up to than Chris, who was rescued twice by Luke.

Quentin picked up a thing from an old table and mumbled: "That's right, this must be his place. ”

What Quentin was holding was a finger knife, part of Freddy's claw-like weapon.

Nancy looked at the painting for a moment and stared at it: "I... think there's something behind it. ”

Luke's sensitive sense of smell has long found this, nodding forward: "Let me do it. ”

Hanging the camping light in his hand on the wall, he reached out and ripped off some graffiti children's paintings, revealing a small door below.

With his hands gently pressed down, he took the little door down, moved it to the side, squatted down and looked, and found a small, hidden room inside.

He took off the camp lights on the wall and put them in this hidden little room: “Would you like to come in and take a look? ”

Nancy and Quentin nodded, and Chris didn't say anything, just looking at Luke.

A moment later, Bobby was left outside in the room, and the Luke Four entered the small room.

This room is much smaller than the outside, and it's a reshaped space with two more walls in the corner of the original room.

There is only one single bed with a pile of duvets and no other furniture.

There are only four walls surrounded by awkward patterns of paint and graffiti.

Over time, these paints have all turned grey and black, not cute at all, and it's scary to look closely.

Nancy looked at the patterns, reached out and touched them, muttering: “These seem to be... painted when I was a kid. ”

Luke didn't really care, so he took a dusty black carton from the side of the bed and opened it, revealing an old little album.

He flipped through the album and found some old photos that had been plastered.

He just flipped two pages, quickened his speed and swept past the photos above.

After a few seconds, he closed the album and frowned.

Quentin noticed his expression and had to ask, "What's in it? ”

Chris and Nancy both looked at Luke's album.

Luke shook his head and didn't answer the question directly.

He glanced at Nancy, and he glanced at Chris again: "This, perhaps, is what he wants you to remember. ”

Two girls took a step forward unconsciously, and Nancy couldn't help but ask, "What is it? ”

Luke silently said, “The answer you want is what happened in this kindergarten that year. ”

Nancy stepped forward again and said, "Can I see it? ”

Luke frowned for a moment and looked at Chris: “I think I know why he wanted you here, but this is the trap he left behind. So, now I'm confirming, do you really want to see it? ”

Nancy hesitated, or nodded: “I want to see. ”

Chris looked at Luke and suddenly shook his head: "I'm done. ”

Luke said, “Well, Nancy, wait a minute. ”

He quickly pulled out most of the photos in the album and threw them at Nancy.

Then he pulled out the lighter, went to the corner, lit up more than a dozen photos in his hand, and watched them turn into a beach of ash.

In doing so, Luke blocked the eyes of others with his body and didn't let them see the content of the photo.

Over there, Nancy looked at some of the photos in her hand, and quickly turned pale again: "No, you won't. ”

Quentin moved and wanted to walk up and look at the photo.

Luke flashed to his side, holding his shoulder down: “It belongs to her. ”

Quentin is dumb.

He now wanted to be unable to do so, and the power coming from his shoulders prevented him from moving forward at all.

Luke didn't feel guilty watching Nancy's tears burst out of nowhere.

With the curiosity shown by Quentin and Nancy, if he burned all the photos directly, he would have made them suspicious.

Fortunately, Chris trusted him very much and was less curious.

Luke walked over and handed out the lighter in his hand: "You should need this. ”

Nancy glanced at the lighter for a moment before returning to God, and as soon as she grabbed the lighter, she started firing.

However, her hands trembled violently and she was powerless and did not burn it several times in a row.

Luke didn't help, just turned around and blocked the sight of the other two.

After a moment, his nose smelled like a photo burning and Nancy couldn't help but cry.

A moment later, he moved away and walked up to Chris.

Nancy? She had Quentin to comfort her. The two obviously meant something like that, so she didn't need him to get involved.

Noting the suspicion in Chris's eyes, he said softly: "Now that you've set aside your past, don't get involved again, not all memories are beautiful. ”

Chris watched Nancy cry so miserably over there that she was relieved somehow.

She had a hunch that if she chose to look at those photos, she would be as unbearable as Nancy.

Now, she had a rough guess about those photographs, but without seeing them herself, she wouldn't have received such a huge shock.

People, sometimes very good at hiding ear burglar bells.

After a while, Nancy finally calmed down.

Luke just said, "Okay, Nancy. I know you're upset, but we should address the root causes, right? ”

Nancy looked up at him for a moment and nodded slowly.

Quentin couldn't help but ask, "How do we fix him? ”

Luke measured two people: "Haven't you slept well in a long time? ”

The two of them nodded bitterly.

Luke: "Now, go lie down in bed and go to sleep. ”

They looked at the dirty, broken bed and twisted their bodies a little uncomfortably.

Luke had walked over, dragged the single bed out, and carefully and slowly wrapped the bedding and sheets around it, throwing them at the corner of the wall.

“That should do it.” He looked at the only single bed left with the planks and was satisfied with the location.

Nancy and Quentin were relieved.

The boards are hard, but at least there's no ash.

And that's when I heard Luke keep saying, “Chris, Nancy, you're going to lay down. ”

As he spoke, he dragged a wooden stool from the side and tried to be solid, sitting at the end of the bed: “Head over here. ”

Quentin looked so shy, he couldn't help but ask: “What about me? ”

The women had to look at him and look at the single bed again.

Luke just sat on the bench at the bed, heard the question, looked subconsciously at the floor... under his feet.