Chapter 464

The ability to dream is almost universal and has no other cost.

In reality, Freddy wants to make such a playground, first of all, he must consider confidentiality, then he must consider transformation, and he must consider electric power, communication, transportation, etc.

Luke's idea of a regular secret base has not been established, which includes these factors.

But in dreams, what you want to become here is limited to the strength of your ability.

It's a pity that Freddy is so violent that he regards this place as his killing playground.

Who makes him need neither food or drink nor money? His only hobby is killing people.

Turning these thoughts in his heart, Luke walked on.

Dark red and shaking light, from several burning boilers, makes the whole space appear hot and horrible.

A burst of laughter came from afar, and there was a clang of metal.

That's Freddy.

"My little Nancy, do you really think bringing a boyfriend in can save you?" A low voice sounded, and suddenly the voice turned: "that will only let him die with you! Because he is a weak chicken, he can't save you or even himself. Like this... "

"Ah!" Quentin cried out in pain. He should have been injured.

Luke, however, kept his pace.

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

This guy, before the prey reaches his hand, will definitely play it hard before he can really start.

A gun? Or bad taste? Luke is not sure. Maybe there are other reasons.

Cat playing mouse is a more vivid metaphor.

"Ah ~" again, Quentin made a little long cry.

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

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

Nancy retreated to an iron staircase not far away with a frightened face and began to run away.

Freddy kept up. His right hand was bouncing up and down the iron tube guardrail of the stairs. The iron claw and the iron tube were rubbing against each other, making a rhythmic metal scraping sound, which reverberated in the boiler room.

Luke sighed: it's a good match! I want to kill him.

Over there Freddie chased his "little Nancy" all the way up the stairs and disappeared into a passage.

Luke came to Quentin and pulled him up.

This guy is OK. He's just bothered by Freddy, but he doesn't want to kill him. He just faints and throws it here.

With Quentin in his hand, he quickened his pace.

Luke also wants to see Freddy's coquettish operation, but he can't make Freddy's operation comfortable, so he kills Nancy.

After Freddy's sulky laughter, Luke found that this was another scene when he stepped into a passage.

He suddenly entered an ordinary residential building.

Thunder and lightning outside the window, the small building is very quiet.

Of course, to rule out the running screams from upstairs, it was Nancy who was being dogged back and forth by Freddie.

Freddy's voice continued to reverberate in the room: "ha ha, let's play a game of hide and seek, shall we? If you're caught, Nancy, you're going to have to hey hey! All right, uncle Freddy's counting! 10、 Nine, eight... "

Luke rolled his eyes. There's no end to this bad taste.

Upstairs, Nancy was in a room cupboard in horror.

Why does she hide here? She didn't know, only the growing fear in her mind. Urging her to hide.

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

Luke? She can't think of the man at all.

Nancy looked nervously through the crack in the cupboard, and suddenly her body froze.

A moment later, she slowly side head, a burned to rags, blood and flesh blurred ferocious ugly face in her face.

Two people's line of sight up, this ugly face can smile: "sapris! I got you. "

Nancy screamed heartbreaking, opened the door and rushed out.

In a straight passage, she just ran out a few steps. The floor under her feet suddenly turned into something black and muddy, which made her stop involuntarily and sink down slowly.

Freddy was not far away from her. The floor under his feet was still plank: "Hey, you can't run away, little Nancy."

Nancy struggled desperately, but the whole man was swallowed by the deeper and deeper mire.

Her mouth and nose are full of those almost black viscous liquid, with a pungent smell of blood and putrefaction.So, this is a mire of rotten blood.

"Ah!" At last she uttered a cry of despair, and the whole body was completely submerged in the pool of blood.

Freddy laughs, "please, fear, despair, it's delicious." Between words, his figure disappeared in the corridor.

Luke just stepped up at the moment and heard Freddy's words. He had no words in his heart: such lovely girl's paper, do you want to do this? Hum, yin and Yang, rotten ass!

When he came to the edge of the dirty blood puddle, he still had a wooden floor under his feet. One step away was the rotten and disgusting dirty blood.

Luke's keen sense of smell has analyzed the blood.

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

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

There are no two snowflakes in the world! In the same way, it's hard to have a pool of blood like a clone.

It may be that Freddy's ability is not strong enough, or that he didn't want to make such a complex problem. Few people dragged in by him can analyze dreams as well as Luke.

Luke thought for a moment and sighed, "well, sooner or later it will happen."

As he said this, he stepped out step by step, took the unconscious Quentin into the mud of blood and slowly sank down.

"It's the feeling of being overwhelmed by blood." He had a lot of fun.

Thanks to Freddy, thanks to the sense of smell, Luke can be sure that these are high simulation illusions.

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

Because It's really smelly and disgusting.

Feel greasy, smelly liquid surrounded by themselves, the temperature of these liquids are also different.

Some are warm, some are cold, just like the difference between the fresh blood and the cooled blood.