Kris was still following him, and Bobby was behind them. Nancy and Quentin were already searching the place.
Compared with Kris, who had been saved by Luke twice, they were more eager to figure out what Freddy was up to.
Quentin picked up something from an old table and murmured, "That's right. This is definitely his place."
In Quentin's hand was a knuckleduster, part of Freddy's claw-like weapon.
Nancy, on the other hand, looked around for a moment before she fixed her eyes on a painting. "I … think there's something behind this."
Luke had already noticed it with his Sharp Nose. He nodded and stepped forward. "Let me do it."
Hanging the camping lamp on the wall, he tore off a lot of children's graffiti to reveal a small door below.
He used a bit of force to remove the small door and moved it to the side. He squatted down to take a look and found that there was a small hidden room inside.
He took the camping lamp off the wall and put it in the hidden room. "Do you want to take a look?"
Nancy and Quentin both nodded. Kris didn't say anything and simply looked at Luke.
A moment later, Bobby was left in the room outside, and Luke and the others entered the room.
The room was much smaller than the one outside. Two walls had been added to the original corner of the room to create a new space.
There was only a single bed with a pile of dusty bedding on it. There was no other furniture.
Only the surrounding walls were scattered with all kinds of crude graffiti.
After a long time, the paint had turned gray and black. It wasn't cute at all, but rather terrifying.
Nancy stared at the graffiti and touched them as she murmured, "I think … I drew these when I was little."
Luke didn't think much of it. He looked around and picked up a dusty black cardboard box from the bedside. He opened it to reveal an old album.
He flipped through the album, only to find some old photos that had been sealed in plastic.
After flipping through two pages, he sped up and glanced at the photos on the page.
A few seconds later, he closed the album and frowned as he pondered.
Noticing his expression, Quentin couldn't help but ask, "What's in there?"
Both Kris and Nancy looked at the album in Luke's hands.
Luke shook his head and didn't answer the question directly.
He glanced at Nancy and then at Kris. "Maybe this is what he wants you to remember."
The two girls subconsciously took a step forward, and Nancy couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"
After a brief silence, Luke said, "The answer you want is what happened in this kindergarten back then."
Nancy stepped forward again and stretched out her hand. "Can I have a look?"
Luke frowned and thought for a moment before he looked at Kris. "I think I understand why he wanted you to come here, but this is a trap that he left behind. So, let me confirm again. Do you really want to see it? "
Nancy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I want to see it."
Looking at Luke's expression, Kris suddenly shook her head. "I'm done."
Luke nodded and said, "Okay, wait a moment, Nancy."
As he spoke, he quickly pulled out most of the photos in the album and threw the album to Nancy.
Then, he took out a lighter, walked to a corner, and lit up the dozen or so photos in his hand, watching them burn to ashes.
When he did this, Luke used his body to block other people's view so that they couldn't see what was in the photos.
On the other side, Nancy's face suddenly flushed when she looked at the photos in her hand, before she quickly turned pale. "No, it can't be."
At that moment, Quentin moved and wanted to go over to see the photos.
Luke flashed to his side and pressed down on his shoulder. "That belongs to her."
Quentin was lost for words.
He couldn't go over even if he wanted to. The force on his shoulder made it impossible for him to move forward.
Luke didn't feel guilty when he saw Nancy suddenly burst into tears.
Considering the curiosity shown by Quentin and Nancy, if he were to directly burn all the photos, he was afraid that it would instead make the two of them suspicious.
Fortunately, Kris trusted him very much, and her curiosity was not that strong.
Luke walked over and gave her a lighter. "You probably need this."
Nancy stared blankly at the lighter for a moment before she came back to herself. She grabbed the lighter and started to light it.
However, her hands were trembling violently and powerlessly, and she couldn't light it up even after a few tries.
Luke didn't help her. He simply turned around and blocked the other two people's view.
A moment later, he smelled the burning photos, and he heard Nancy sobbing uncontrollably.
After a while, he moved away and walked to Kris's side.
Nancy? She had Quentin to comfort her. These two were clearly interested in each other, and he didn't need to interfere.
Noticing the bewilderment in Kris's eyes, he said softly, "Since you're planning to let go of the past, don't dwell on it. Not all memories are beautiful."
Kris looked at Nancy, who was crying miserably, and inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.
She had a feeling that if she chose to look at those photos, she probably wouldn't be able to take it as badly as Nancy.
She had a rough guess about the photos now, but she wouldn't have been able to accept such a huge shock without seeing them with her own eyes.
Sometimes, people were very good at deceiving themselves.
After a long while, Nancy finally calmed down.
Luke finally said, "Alright, Nancy. I know you're upset, but we should get to the root of the problem, shouldn't we? "
Nancy raised her head and stared at him for a moment before she slowly nodded.
Quentin couldn't help but ask, "How are we going to get rid of him?"
Luke sized them up. "You haven't slept in a long time, have you?"
They nodded with bitter smiles.
Luke said, "Now, lie down on the bed and go to sleep."
The two of them looked at the dirty and broken bed and twisted their bodies in discomfort.
Luke, however, had already walked over and dragged out the single bed. He then carefully and slowly rolled up the sheets and bedding, before he threw them into a corner.
"This should be fine." He nodded in satisfaction at the single bed that only had wooden planks left.
Nancy and Quentin were both relieved.
The planks were hard, but at least there wasn't any dust.
At that moment, Luke continued, "Kris, Nancy, come and lie down."
As he spoke, he pulled a wooden stool over and tested its firmness before he sat down on the head of the bed. "Your head is on this side."
Dumbfounded, Quentin couldn't help but ask, "Then … what about me?"
The two girls couldn't help but look at him, and then at the single bed.
Luke had just sat down on the stool when he heard the question. He subconsciously looked at the floor under his feet.
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