Super Detective in the Fictional World

Let go of the thinking a little bit, that dreaming power is almost universal and has no other cost.

Reality Freddy wants to build a playground like this, first he has to consider secrecy, then he has to think about modifications, he has to think about electricity, communications, traffic, etc.

The formal secret base envisioned by Luke has not been established, and these factors have been included.

But in dreams, what you want to be here is limited to the size and strength of your abilities.

Unfortunately, Freddy has grown too violent to think of this place as his homicide playground.

Whoever makes him neither eat nor drink nor need money, his only hobby is to abuse people to kill.

Luke walked away with these thoughts in his heart.

Dark red and shaky light, coming from several flaming boilers, makes the whole space look hot and dry.

A burst of laughter came from afar, and the metal banging of the bells.

That's Freddy.

“My little Nancy, do you really think bringing a boyfriend in will save you?” A low voice sounds and suddenly the sound turns: “That will only let him die with you! Because he's a weak chicken, he can't save you, he can't even save himself. Like this...”

“Ah!” Quentin exclaimed painfully. He must have been hurt.

But Luke is still at a slow pace.

He grew to understand Freddy's personality, along with a series of things.

This guy, before he gets his prey, he definitely has to play hard before he can really do it.

Is that a cannon? Or is it funny? Luke wasn't sure, maybe for some other reason.

Cat and mouse, is a metaphor for a comparative image.

“Ah ~" Quintin made another slightly longer shout.

“Little Nancy, look, your boyfriend sucks and he can knock himself out. How can he protect you?” Freddy's voice sounded again and became so slight: “Come here, Uncle Freddy, you are my favorite, hahahahaha. ”

Luke then bypassed the passage and saw Quentin lying there in the void between the two boilers.

Nancy retreated in panic to an iron staircase not far away and began to flee.

Freddy didn't follow slowly, his right hand bounced upside down on the railing of the stairs, his claws and tubes rubbing, making a rhythmic metal scratch and squeaking back into the boiler room.

Luke sighed: This shit is so good! I want to kill him.

Freddy chased his little Nancy upstairs and disappeared into a corridor somewhere.

Luke walked up to Quentin and pulled him up.

The guy was fine, just stuck in Freddy's way, but didn't want to kill him, so he just fainted and left it here.

With Quentin in his hand, he quickened his footsteps.

Luke wanted to see Freddy's mess, but he couldn't make Freddy's mess any more comfortable, so he killed Nancy.

After chasing Freddie's grin, Luke stepped into one aisle and found that this was another scene.

He suddenly entered a small ordinary residential building.

Outside the windows of thunder and lightning, this little building looks very quiet.

Of course, to rule out the running screams coming from upstairs, that's Nancy being doubled back and forth by Freddy.

Freddy's voice continues to echo in the room: "Ha ha, let's play a game of hiding, shall we? If you get caught, Nancy, you gotta hey, hey, hey! All right, Uncle Freddy's counting! Ten, nine, eight..."

Luke rolls his eyes, and this guy's funny is endless.

Upstairs, Nancy is in the closet of a room in horror at the moment.

And why is she hiding here? She doesn't know, only the growing sense of fear in her brain. Pushing her hard to hide.

She didn't even realize that her mind had become dull and confused, even forgetting Quentin, who had come in with her.

Luke? She doesn't even remember this guy.

Nancy tensely measured her eyes outward from the cleavage of the cabinet and suddenly her body was stuck.

A moment later, she slowly flanked her head, a burnt, blurry, ugly face right next to her face.

The two gazed at each other, and this ugly face smiled: "Sapris! Gotcha. ”

Nancy screamed with a torn heart and ran out when she opened the door.

In a straight lane, she only took a few steps, and the floor at her feet suddenly turned into a black piece of rotten mud, causing her to stop and slowly sink down.

Freddy was not far from her, and the floor at his feet was still wooden: "Hey, you can't run away, little Nancy. ”

Nancy struggled desperately, but the whole person was swallowed up by the deepening mud.

Her mouth and nose were filled with nearly black viscous liquids, with pungent, bloody and rotten odors.

So this is a mud swamp of corrupt blood.

“Ah!" she ended with a desperate cry, and the whole person was completely submerged in the bloodbath.

Freddy laughed hey hey hey: “Prayer, fear, despair, it's delicious.” During the conversation, his figure disappeared into the hallway.

Luke just stepped up at the moment and heard Freddy say, "So cute a piece of girl's paper, you want to do this?" Huh, Yin Yang Man, rotten ass!

Walking to the edge of the bloody muddy pool, his feet were still wooden floors, and one step away was the rotten, disgusting, black blood.

Luke's sensitive sense of smell has analyzed the stain.

The conclusion is simple: it is both real and false.

Like the snowflakes in Chris' dreams before, they possess most of the properties of the real world's objects, but lack the complexity of the real world's objects.

There are no two identical snowflakes in the world! Likewise, it is difficult for the world to smell as bad as cloned blood.

It could be that Freddy wasn't strong enough, or that he hadn't thought of making it that complicated, and not many of the people he dragged in could analyze dreams as well as Luke.

Luke thought for a moment and sighed: "Forget it, it's going to happen sooner or later. ”

As he stepped out, he took the coma Quentin into the sludge and slowly sank.

“It turns out it's the feeling of being drowned in blood.” He plays hard.

Thank you Freddy, thank you for your sensitive sense of smell, so Luke can be sure that these are highly imitative hallucinations.

Otherwise, in reality, he doesn't necessarily have the courage to jump.

Because... it really stinks and disgusts me.

Feeling greasy, smelly liquids surround themselves, and the temperatures of these liquids vary.

Some are warm, some are cold, like the difference between just flowing out and already cooled blood.