If you let go of your thinking a little more, the ability to dream is almost omnipotent, and there is no other cost.

In reality, if Freddy wants to make this kind of playground, he must first consider secrecy, then renovation, electricity, communication, transportation, and so on.

The regular secret base that Luke envisioned never had been established, and these factors were involved.

But in the dream world, what you want to become here is limited to the size of your ability.

It's a pity that Freddy is too old and tyrannical and uses this place as his murderous playground.

Who made him need neither food nor drink, nor money, and his only hobby was to abuse and kill people.

With these thoughts spinning in his mind, Luke walked along.

The dim red and flickering light, coming from several flaming boilers in several places, made the whole space look hot and terrifying.

A laugh came from afar, and the sound of metal banging bells.

That's Freddy.

"My little Nancy, do you really think you can save you by bringing a boyfriend in?" A deep voice sounded, and suddenly the voice changed: "That will only let him die with you!" Because he's a weak chicken, he can't save you, or even himself. For example......

"Ahh Quentin screamed in pain, he should have been injured.

Luke, however, remained unhurried.

He gradually got to know Freddy's character along with a series of events.

This guy, before the prey arrives, must be played with fiercely before he can really do it.

Is it a mouth cannon? Or is it a bad taste? Luke wasn't sure, or maybe there were other reasons.

Cat playing mouse is a more vivid metaphor.

"Ah~" Quentin let out a slightly longer exclamation again.

"Little Nancy, look at it, your boyfriend is so bad that he can knock himself out. How can he protect you? Freddy's voice sounded again, and it became extremely flirtatious: "Come, come to Uncle Freddy, you are my favorite, hahahaha." ”

Luke then walked out of the passage, and through the gap between the two boilers, saw Quentin lying there.

Nancy, frightened, retreated to an iron staircase not far away and began to flee.

Freddy followed unhurriedly, his right hand bouncing up and down on the iron pipe railing of the staircase, the iron claws rubbing against the iron pipe, making a rhythmic metal scraping sound that creaked and creaked through the boiler room.

Luke sighed: This thing really knows how to pretend! I really want to kill him.

Over there, Freddie chased his "Little Nancy" all the way upstairs and disappeared into a passage somewhere.

Luke walked over to Quentin and pulled him up.

This guy was fine, he was just in the way of Freddy, but he didn't want to kill him all at once, so he just fainted and threw it here.

With Quentin in his hands, he quickened his pace.

Luke still wants to see Freddy's sassy operations, but he can't make Freddy's operations comfortable, so he can kill Nancy easily.

Following Freddy's foul laughter, Luke stepped into a passage and found it a different scene.

He suddenly entered a small ordinary residential building.

Outside the window of thunder and lightning, this small building seemed very silent.

Of course, to exclude the running screams from upstairs, it was Nancy being played back and forth by Freddy.

Freddy's voice continued to echo through the room, "Haha, let's play a game of hide and seek, shall we?" If you get caught, little Nancy, you're going to have to hey, hey, hey! Alright, Uncle Freddy is going to count! Ten, nine, eight......"

Luke rolled his eyes, this one's bad taste was endless.

Upstairs, Nancy was now terrified and hiding in a cupboard in a room.

As for why she is hiding here? She didn't know, only the growing fear in her head. Desperately urging her to hide.

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

Luke? She couldn't remember this person at all.

Nancy nervously peered out of the crack in the cupboard when her body froze.

After a moment, she slowly tilted her head, and a hideous, ugly face that had been burned to the ground and flesh was blurred with flesh and blood beside hers.

The eyes of the two met, and the ugly face smiled: "Sapraus! I've got you. ”

Nancy let out a heart-rending scream, opened the door and rushed out.

She had only taken a few steps in a straight passage when the floor beneath her feet suddenly turned into something like black mud, which made her steps involuntarily stop, and then slowly sink down.

Freddy wasn't far from her, the ground still planked beneath his feet, "Hehe, you can't run away, little Nancy." ”

Nancy struggled desperately, but the whole person was swallowed deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

Her mouth and nose were filled with a thick, almost black liquid that smelled pungent of blood and rancidity.

So, it's a quagmire of rotten blood.

"Ahh She let out a desperate cry at the end, and her whole body was completely drowned in the pool of blood.

Freddy chuckled, "Pleading, fear, despair, it's delicious." As he spoke, his figure disappeared into the hallway.

Luke happened to step up at this moment, and when he heard Freddy's words, he was speechless: Such a cute girl paper, you thought of doing this? Hmph, yin-yang people, rotten ass!

Walking to the edge of the bloody mire, there was still a wooden floor under his feet, and a step away was the rancid, disgusting, black and greasy blood.

Luke's keen sense of smell had already analyzed the blood.

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

Like the snowflakes in Chrissy's dreams, they have most of the properties of real-world objects, but lack the complexity of real-world objects.

No two snowflakes are the same in the world! In the same way, it is difficult to have a large pool of foul blood in the world that smells like a clone.

It could be that Freddy wasn't strong enough, or maybe he hadn't thought about making such a complicated problem, and that few of the people he dragged in could analyze dreams as well as Luke.

Luke thought for a moment and sighed, "Forget it, sooner or later, this kind of thing will happen." ”

As he spoke, he stepped out and led the unconscious Quentin into the mire of blood, slowly sinking.

"It turns out that drowning in blood is the feeling of being drowning." He rejoices in his suffering.

Thanks to Freddy, thanks to his keen sense of smell, Luke was able to determine that these were high-fidelity hallucinations.

Otherwise, in reality, he may not really have the courage to jump down.

Because...... It really stinks and stinks.

Feel yourself surrounded by slippery, stinking liquids that vary in temperature.

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