Super Detective in the Fictional World

? Freddy's eyes rolled, and a sharp claw stuck in Quentin's arm: "Wake up, your girlfriend is going to die."

Quentin just murmured and remained in a coma.

Freddy retracted his paw awkwardly, but Quentin's arm showed only a small wound.

Luke asked with a smile: "Don't bother. Now even if you make a pit and feed him, he won't react."

Freddy blinked his eyes: "Really? Then you?"

Luke frowned. "So, I said, I must kill you."

He yanked one leg over.

Freddie turned over and jumped back, his mouth already laughing: "Ha ha ha ha, so you have a mouthful of Xiang, right? Then come more, come more!"

Instantly the whole room changed the scene again, and returned to the boiler room.

Nancy was still tied with her arms wide open, but she had become suspended in the air by four iron chains.

Under her was a large stove, and a huge stream of fire erupted from the huge furnace mouth, which had just wiped the dress that had been broken into two pieces and burned it.

Nancy suddenly screamed in pain, and the burning flame of the skirt seemed to be burning her soul, causing her great pain.

Luke looked at his feet, where it turned into a puddle of blood, and the black-red-black-red liquid was quickly engulfing his body.

He couldn't help muttering: "This taste is enough to experience once."

Talking, he slammed his legs.

Huh!

With a dull bang, black and red blood burst into a large hole, but Luke's body flew up and flew over Nancy.

When he waved his hands, the iron chain that bound Nancy's limbs broke, and then he picked it out, and she fell to the ground on the side.

Nancy got her hands and feet free, rolling on the ground desperately, beating the flames on her skirt, still screaming in her mouth.

Luke turned over and fell beside her, helplessly held her, slap in the hand, and the flame on her instantly disappeared.

Nancy stared blankly at her torn dress, but didn't understand what was going on.

Luke's gaze looked at Freddie with a look of horror not far away, "Nancy, need me to remind you, did you actually come in in a T-shirt and jeans?"

Nancy was dazed: "Ah, what?"

Luke: "So, your dress, and the fire on your skirt, and even your sleek state, are all imaginary, understand?"

Nancy shook her head dumbly, her mind was chaotic, and she couldn't think of it at all.

Luke said nothing more.

He knew that this was not to blame Nancy.

It wasn't her stupidity, but the nightmare that Freddie made was affecting her consciousness, making her fleece to ignore the unreasonable places in the dream.

Many people dream of dreaming of flying, falling off a cliff, being chased and killed by others.

At that moment, people rarely analyze their rationality.

Dreaming is always the most slack moment of a person.

Dreams are also the things that are most easily distorted by spiritual power.

The reason why Freddy kills people through dreams is because his power is not so powerful in reality.

Only through dreams twisted the cognition of these young people and hypnotized them step by step.

When there is a problem with their cognition, such as a moment like Nancy who can only cry and scream in horror, Freddy can easily kill them.

In fact, it was not only Freddie's power that killed them, but themselves.

Sometimes people think they are dead, then they are really dead.

Freddy's nightmare ability is to further expand this phenomenon and even become his own power.

At this moment, Freddy stared at him in wonder: "What are you ...?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "I'm human."

Freddy hummed. "The abilities you just used are nothing like humans."

Luke was dissatisfied: "Oh, how can you scold someone! I want to kill you." When the figure was shaking, he rushed under his feet and rushed to Freddie.

Freddie grabbed a paw without hesitation.

He didn't believe that Luke's arm was comparable to his paw, and that was his own home.

As soon as Luke raised his hand, and later held it on his arm, Freddy turned into a gesture of raising his claws to the sky.

He took a homeopathic kick, struck Freddie's crotch, and smashed Freddie to the ground with his arms.

Freddy yelled aloud twice, and suddenly hesitated, disappearing from his hand: "Wow, you really are Bruce Lee, but useless. Hahahaha, this is my world."

Luke took back his empty hands and sneered: "You have nothing to look forward to. There is nothing to be proud of. Also, your world is really terrible. You should read more."

Freddy: "Haha, is your breath bad? Little Skywalker. Don't worry, Uncle Freddy will always be with you."

Bia!

Luke put down his right foot without expression: "You have been playing this set for decades, can you change something new? In this era, you will be out of date without innovation, and out of date. "Master Freddy!"

Freddie got up from a pipe and rubbed his nose. "Because I like it. And, the classic never changes for time."

Luke shrugged. "So, you have no new recruits? Tell you the good news. I have two companions who will wake us up at any time. Your time is running out."

Freddy grinned, standing on the high pipe, but not coming down.

He found Luke difficult to deal with.

First, Luke had no fear of him.

Secondly, Luke's performance made Nancy's mind more and more normal, while Quentin was still in a coma.

This makes Freddy's dream power continue to weaken.

His nightmare dream also needs strength to maintain, and it is not something out of nothing.

And the ability to kill in a dream also needs some power to complete, and it can't be created out of nothing.

Had he been able to slaughter arbitrarily ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ after he dreamed, he would have killed everyone in Chunmu Town.

In the end, Luke's mental strength was strong and completely unaffected by his nightmares.

The situation was temporarily deadlocked.

The same reason as the two before arguing with each other, and finally only a few hands-on, the purpose of the two is not simple.

There are a lot of cards in Luke. Now it is just an opportunity to observe the reality of Freddy's nightmare dream. This dream player is too difficult to meet.

Freddy wanted to set aside time and allow himself time to absorb Nancy's fears and pains and make himself stronger.

The two guys with their own hearts, each with their own calculations, went up and down there.

The only wrongdoers are Nancy and Quentin.

Quentin's coma didn't suffer much, but Nancy was standing there pitifully holding her chest, uncomfortable.