Super Detective in the Fictional World

The girl named Kris was surprised: "God, that's really me, but I can't remember taking this picture at all. I remember him only in high school."

Hearing this, the boy looked ugly and urged: "Let's go."

The girl Kris continued, "Dean said something before he died."

"Stop talking," the boy whispered.

Kris continued: "He said: You are not real. He repeats this over and over again, do you know what it means?"

The boy was silent for a while before he said, "No, I don't know. Dean is taking a lot of medicines, including psychotropics, you know what I mean?"

Tears came into Kris's eyes: "Jesse, it was as if someone had forced Dean, but there was no one around him. Believe me."

"Kriss, that should be your illusion." The boy shook his head.

"No, I believe her." Another girl came to the two in conversation and suddenly interjected.

They looked at her.

Chris found supporters: "Do you believe it?"

The girl nodded, affirming what she said: "I believe, because I also see ..."

The boy interrupted: "No, you didn't see anything. At the time you were in that shop, you were just frightened. So, don't scare Chris any more?"

The boy turned away, leaving the two girls standing there idly.

Luke was standing on a photo rack not far behind several people at the moment, taking a copy of these photos with a fake cell phone.

Especially Kris just said that picture with Dean.

In the photo, a five- or six-year-old boy is climbing the slide lively. Not far away, a cute little girl in a pink-blue dress is watching the camera there.

Selina: "The boy is gone."

Luke nodded slightly. "Let's go."

"Kriss, and this one, can I talk to you?" Luke said, smiling, taking off his sunglasses.

Looking at his sunny and handsome face, and those eyes with a surge of electricity, even if the two girls were in a bad mood at this moment, they nodded subconsciously: "Ah, yes."

Immediately, Chris returned to God: "Wait, what are you talking about?"

Luke motioned, and the four took a few steps to the big tree next to it.

He only said, "Dean's regret, but what I want to ask is, who is your suspicion?"

Kris and the other girl's complexion suddenly hardened: "Why, what?"

Luke smiled apologetically: "I just overheard your conversation just now. It seems that someone ... is bothering you?"

Both girls were silent.

A moment later, the girl who interjected said, "Who are you?"

Luke pulled out the badge of the police badge and shone slightly: "LAPD, commissioned to investigate this incident. It's not just trouble for you."

The two girls stared at each other, and the girl said, "Well, let's talk somewhere, it's not convenient here."

Kris said, "Go to my house. My mother went to Europe yesterday."

The two girls got into Luke's car, except that Kris said the address of her home, the car was silent all the way.

At Kris's house, the four got out of the car and entered the room, sitting in the living room.

Kris was clearly indifferent, she didn't even get water for everyone, and just sat there.

Still Luke broke this extremely uncomfortable silence, he looked at the girl: "I don't know your name yet, what's your name?"

The girl: "Just call me Nancy. What do you want to know?"

Luke: "The one you doubt. I think you seem to know who he is."

Nancy was silent, looking at Chris, who was suddenly nervous around her.

Kris gritted her teeth. "Say, I want to know what he is."

Having said that, Luke saw no angry expression on her face, and it was more appropriate to call it fear.

Nancy: "There is a man who ... always appears in our dreams."

Having said that, she looked at Luke and found that they were just listening quietly, without showing any impatient or dismissive look.

She continued, "I don't know who he is, but recently, I can always see him after falling asleep. He seems to ..."

Criss suddenly snapped in, "as if it were real."

Everyone looked.

Kris' eyes were dull, but her mouth said, "He's like, it's burnt, and his skin is melting. Especially his hand, his right hand, it's one ..."

"Claws." Nancy took the conversation again. "He has a sharp blade on his right finger, like a claw."

Chris seemed to recall those dreams, shaking with speech, but nodding in agreement.

Luke and Selina glanced at each other.

Nancy was unaware: "Every time he wears a black top hat and a worn sweater with red and green stripes. Every time he appears, he always approaches me slowly and then tells me something."

Luke waited for a moment, but found that she did not continue, and asked softly in her mouth, "What did he say?"

"Doyourememe?" You said from both Nancy and Chris.

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Then?"

The two women shook their heads together, and Nancy replied, "Every time I get this time, I'm scared to wake up."

Luke groaned: "That is to say, he hasn't hurt you yet, why?"

The two women chattered, but did not expect his problem to be this.

It seemed too absurd to themselves.

If it weren't for Dean's death in front of the two, they wouldn't have responded so exaggeratedly even if they were bothered by the nightmare.

Luke's expression seemed to fully believe the words of the two, and he was carefully analyzing the reasons.

"But, Dean is dead, right in front of me." Kris couldn't help saying.

Luke nodded slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ his hand was tapping slowly on the sofa arm: "So, he has his own purpose."

Therefore, he will enter your dreams again and again to intimidate you. He didn't say that.

After thinking for a moment, he asked: "When did your nightmare start? How often? For example, in January, a week, or every few days?"

Nancy: "It started just a month ago, but it seemed to have been separated by a week? In recent days, he ... almost every day."

Kris shook her head: "No. After Dean's death, I had very little sleep, and I seemed to see him again at noon today."

Luke nodded: "During this period, has he appeared more and more frequently?"

The two girls looked at each other and nodded in coincidence.

There was a guess in his mind, but he didn't want to say it.