If one was more open-minded, the ability to enter a dream was almost omnipotent and didn't have any other costs.
If Freddy wanted to build a playground like this in reality, he would first have to consider confidentiality, then he would have to consider modifications, electricity, communications, transportation, and so on.
These factors were one of the reasons why Luke hadn't been able to establish the formal secret base that he had envisioned.
But in a dream, what this place could become was limited by the strength of the ability.
It was a pity that Freddy was too wasteful and used this place as his killing playground.
After all, he didn't need food, water, or money. His only hobby was to torture people and kill people.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Luke strode forward.
Dark red and wavering light shone from several burning boilers, making the entire space look scorching and terrifying.
Laughter rang out in the distance, along with the clanging of metal.
It was Freddy.
"My little Nancy, do you really think you can be saved by bringing your boyfriend in?" The low voice sounded, and suddenly the voice changed. "That will only make him die with you! Because he's a coward. He can't save you, or even himself. Like this … "
"Ah!" Quentin cried out in pain. He had probably been injured.
Luke, however, kept walking at an unhurried pace.
He had gradually come to understand Freddy's personality after this series of events.
This guy would play with his prey for a while before he really made a move.
Was it a verbal attack? Or was it a prank? Luke wasn't sure. There might be other reasons.
A cat playing with a mouse was a more vivid metaphor.
"Ahhh!" Quentin let out another long cry of surprise.
"Little Nancy, look, your boyfriend is so lousy. He can even knock himself out. How can he protect you? " Freddy's voice rang out again, this time unusually frivolous. "Come, come to Uncle Freddy. You're my favorite, hahahaha."
Luke had just walked out of the passage, and saw Quentin lying in a gap between two boilers.
Nancy, on the other hand, retreated to an iron staircase not far away with a panicked expression on her face, and started to run.
Freddy followed unhurriedly, his right hand bouncing up and down on the iron railing of the stairs. The iron claws rubbed against the iron pipe, producing a rhythmic sound of metal scraping that echoed in the boiler room.
Luke sighed. This guy was really pretentious! He really wanted to beat him to death.
On the other side, Freddy chased after his "little Nancy" all the way up the stairs and disappeared into a passage somewhere.
Luke walked over to Quentin and pulled him up.
This guy was fine, but Freddy found him a hindrance. Freddy didn't want to kill him, so he just knocked him out and left him here.
Holding Quentin in his hand, he quickened his pace.
Luke still wanted to see what Freddy was capable of, but he couldn't let Freddy have his fun, so he killed Nancy in passing.
Following Freddy's coquettish laughter, Luke stepped into a tunnel, only to find that the scene had changed.
All of a sudden, he entered an ordinary residential building.
Outside the window, thunder and lightning flashed. The small building seemed very quiet.
Of course, that was excluding the screams coming from upstairs, which were Nancy being toyed with by Freddy back and forth.
Freddy's voice continued to echo in the room. "Haha, let's play a game of hide-and-seek, shall we? If you're caught, little Nancy, you'll have to … hehehe! Okay, Uncle Freddy is going to count! Ten, nine, eight … "
Luke rolled his eyes. There was no end to this guy's bad sense of humor.
Upstairs, Nancy was hiding in a cupboard in one of the rooms, terrified.
As for why she was hiding here? She didn't know. She could only feel fear in her head. She was desperately urging her to hide.
She didn't realize that her mind had become sluggish and muddled, and she had even forgotten about Quentin, who had come in with her.
Luke? She couldn't remember him at all.
Nancy peered nervously through the gap in the cupboard, when her body suddenly froze.
A moment later, she slowly turned her head, and saw a hideous, burnt, bloody, and hideous face next to hers.
Their eyes met, and the ugly face smiled brilliantly. "Surprise! I've caught you. "
Nancy let out a heart-wrenching scream, opened the door, and rushed out.
She had only run a few steps when the floor under her feet suddenly turned into a black mud-like substance, causing her to stop involuntarily, and then slowly sink into the ground.
Freddy wasn't far away from her. The floor under his feet was still wooden. "Hehe, you can't run away, little Nancy."
Nancy struggled with all her might, but she was swallowed up by the mud that was getting deeper and deeper.
Her mouth and nose were filled with the thick, black liquid that reeked of blood and rot.
So, this was a swamp of rotten blood.
"Ah!" She let out one last cry of despair as she was completely submerged in the pool of blood.
Freddy chuckled. "Begging, fear, and despair. How delicious." As he spoke, he disappeared down the corridor.
Luke happened to be walking up at that moment. He was lost for words when he heard Freddy's words. She's such a cute girl, and this is what you want to do? Hmph, a hermaphrodite, rotten ass!
He walked to the edge of the swamp of blood. The floor under his feet was still wooden, and he was only one step away from the putrid, disgusting, black, and greasy blood.
Luke had already analyzed the blood with his Sharp Nose.
The conclusion was simple: it was both real and fake.
Like the snowflakes in Kris's dream, they had most of the attributes of real objects in the real world, but they lacked the complexity of real objects.
There were no two identical snowflakes in the world! For the same reason, it was hard to find a pool of blood that smelled like it had been cloned.
Maybe it was because Freddy wasn't good enough, or maybe it was because he hadn't thought about such a complicated problem. Few people he had dragged into this dream could analyze it as well as Luke.
Luke thought for a moment, then sighed. "Forget it. We'll experience this sooner or later."
With that, he took a step forward and dragged the unconscious Quentin into the swamp of filthy blood, slowly sinking into it.
"So, this is what it feels like to be drowned in blood." He tried to find joy in his misery.
Thanks to Freddy and his Sharp Nose, Luke was able to confirm that these were all highly realistic illusions.
Otherwise, he might not have had the courage to jump down in reality.
Because … it was really stinky and disgusting.
He felt the greasy, smelly liquid surround him, and the temperature of the liquid varied.
Some were warm, some were cold, like the difference between blood that had just flowed and blood that had already cooled.
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