Noticing where Luke was looking, Quentin exclaimed, "You don't want me to lie on the ground, do you?"
Luke smiled awkwardly.
It had to be said that Quentin was right.
What Luke had wanted to do was have Quentin lie down at his feet, so that he could touch Quentin with his feet and activate Mental Communication.
Of course, he had to leave his hands to the girls, but he couldn't put his feet on Kris and Nancy's heads.
More importantly, his hands and feet were more suitable as indicators for activating his ability than for other people to touch his body.
It was the habit of many shooters to attack wherever their hands pointed.
Feet? That would do.
There was a brief silence in the air.
It was Kris who broke the silence. "Luke, I … can't seem to fall asleep."
Luke was stunned. Kris lowered her head in embarrassment. "I slept for too long in the afternoon. I don't feel sleepy at all."
Luke was lost for words. He hadn't thought of that.
Kris had slept from five in the afternoon to ten in the evening, and had only woken up an hour ago.
It wouldn't be easy for her to fall asleep again.
Luke could only say, "Quentin and Nancy can lie on the bed. You find a place to sit."
Quentin heaved a sigh of relief.
A moment later, Nancy and Quentin were both lying on the single bed, while Kris found a stool and sat next to Luke.
Quentin finally couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to do?"
Luke looked at Bobby outside solemnly and said in a low voice, "I'll ask the professional psychic to help me communicate with your minds and enter the dream with you later."
Quentin was confused. "Where's the psychic?"
Kris hurriedly pointed at Bobby in the room outside. "That's him. He was the one who helped Luke enter my dream and save me in the afternoon. "
Quentin and Nancy looked at each other in bewilderment, but when they looked at Kris, they had to believe her.
Otherwise, it was hard for them to understand why Kris trusted the detective so much after just one afternoon. She was practically blindly following him.
Looking at Nancy and Quentin, who were slightly nervous, Luke smiled. "Don't be too scared. He's not as scary as you think. Kris and I met him in the afternoon. He's still alive and well! "
Of course, you'll probably die very quickly if you run into him alone. He silently added in his heart.
It wasn't that he looked down on them.
Nancy and Quentin were just ordinary high school students. They weren't supernatural beings, and they hadn't received any special training.
They could only rely on luck to win against Freddy.
Fortunately, Luke had never relied on luck, although he had always been very lucky.
The two of them nodded and finally closed their eyes.
At first, they were still very nervous and subconsciously did not want to sleep, but after lying down, the quiet environment made them involuntarily relax.
They hadn't slept well for days, and Luke had used Mental Communication to comfort them earlier, which made them trust him even more.
A few minutes later, both of them were breathing evenly.
Luke didn't immediately enter their dreams. Instead, he raised his hand and tapped his earpiece twice, and he immediately received the same tapping sound.
It was Selena responding to him, indicating that she was ready.
Luke had his own trump cards, but he preferred to be more prepared. Selina was currently monitoring the situation in the room through the surveillance cameras that he had set up.
Selina had also slept for an hour in the afternoon, and was in good spirits. She wasn't as unlucky as the PR manager.
Receiving a strong response from his strong backer, Luke focused his attention on Nancy and Quentin, and noticed that their vitals had fluctuated slightly.
Their breathing was slightly rapid and their heartbeats sped up a little, but there was no violent reaction yet.
They had probably been dragged into a nightmare by Freddy, but this was just the prelude. The main show hadn't begun yet.
He turned his head and smiled at Kris. "Trust me, you'll both walk out of here safe and sound."
Saying that, he closed his eyes and touched Nancy and Quentin's heads as he activated Mental Communication.
The next moment, the scene changed.
What appeared in front of Luke was … a classroom.
It was still dark outside the window, and there was only one dim, pale fluorescent light in the classroom. The classroom was empty except for children's toys and supplies scattered everywhere.
Luke didn't linger for long, and walked out.
As he stood in the hallway, he heard faint singing. It seemed to be a few little girls singing a nursery rhyme, and there was the rhythmic sound of ropes hitting the ground.
When he passed a classroom at the end of the hallway, he saw three little girls in white dresses in the classroom through the open door.
Two of the little girls were waving the skipping ropes in their hands. The girl in the middle was jumping, and the three little girls were singing the nursery rhyme.
"One, two, Freddy is here for you …"
"Three, four, close the doors and windows …"
They seemed to have noticed him, but there was nothing unusual on their faces as they continued to sing and dance.
Under the pale fluorescent light, the three pairs of eyes in the shadows were like black holes as they stared at him quietly.
Luke tilted his head and observed the scene. He suddenly chuckled. "This guy is really a pervert! However, this scene was quite creative. Sigh, it's a pity that he never does anything good. "
Shaking his head, he continued to walk forward.
In the classroom behind him, the three little girls' heads turned in the direction he left. They were still waving the ropes in their hands, and their jumping feet didn't stop. Their monotonous singing still echoed in the hallway.
"Five, six, hold the cross …"
"Seven, eight, stay up until dawn …"
At that moment, Luke had already reached the end of the hallway. He opened the door marked "maintenance room," and saw a space full of metal pipes.
Behind him, the little girls were singing. "Nine, ten, never sleep …"
Luke stepped in, and the singing of the little girls behind him came to an abrupt halt.
He turned his head, only to see that there wasn't a door behind him, but a dark wall. In the dim red light of the space, it looked as disgusting and ugly as a pool of congealed blood.
"This guy's ability … I really want it!" Luke mumbled.
The ability to enter a dream was only the most basic of operations in battle; it was more suited for support purposes.
As long as he thought about the beach, sunshine, and countless delicacies in this dream, a certain foodie would be bubbling with joy.
Also, whatever delicacies he wanted, there would be delicacies. He wouldn't overeat or get fat.
For the same reason, it could also make certain suspects think that they were in a safe environment, and easily bypass their psychological defenses. It was much easier than any interrogation.
And this was just the ability to enter a dream, which could be used for work and combat.
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