Four Hundred and Fifty-Four Chapters Nightmare, Dreamer

? The girl named Chris looked surprised: "God, that's really me, but I can't remember taking this photo at all. In my memory, I only met him in high school."

Hearing this, the boy looked ugly and urged, "Let's go."

The girl Chris continued: "Dean said something before he died."

"Stop talking." The boy whispered.

Chris continued, "He said: You're not real. He repeats that over and over again, do you know what he means?"

The boy was silent for a moment before saying, "No, I don't know. Dean is taking a lot of drugs, including psychoactive drugs, you know what I mean?"

There were tears in Chrissy's eyes. "Jesse, it was like someone forced Dean to do that, but there was no one around him. You have to trust me."

"Chris, that should be your illusion." The boy shook his head.

"No, I believe her." Another girl walked up to the two people in the conversation and suddenly interrupted.

The two looked at her.

Chris found supporters: "Do you believe?"

The girl nodded, affirming what she just said: "I believe it, because I also saw..."

The boy interrupted: "No, you didn't see anything. You were in that store and you were just freaked out. So, stop scaring Chrissy, okay?"

Saying that, the boy turned and left, leaving the two girls standing there blankly.

Luke was standing on a photo stand not far behind several people at the moment, and took a copy of these photos with a fake mobile phone.

Especially the picture that Chris said just now that she was with Dean.

In the photo, a five- or six-year-old boy is climbing a slide lively. Not far from him, a cute little girl in a pink and blue dress is watching the camera.

Selena: "The boy is gone."

Luke nodded slightly: "Let's go."

"Chris,

And this one, can I talk to you? " Luke took off his sunglasses and said with a smile.

Looking at his sunny and handsome face and those eyes with soaring power for a moment, even if the two girls were in a bad mood at the moment, they nodded subconsciously: "Ah, yes."

Immediately, Chris came back to his senses: "Wait, what are you talking about?"

Luke gestured, and the four walked a few steps to the big tree on the side.

He just said, "It's a pity about Dean, but what I want to ask is, who is your suspect?"

The expressions of Chris and the other girl suddenly became serious: "What, what?"

Luke smiled apologetically: "I overheard your conversation just now, it seems that someone... is bothering you?"

Both girls were silent.

After a while, the girl who interjected said, "Who are you?"

Luke took out his police badge wallet and lit up slightly: "LAPD, commissioned by someone to investigate this matter. It's not just troublesome for you."

The two girls looked at each other, and the girl said, "Let's talk somewhere else, it's not convenient here."

Chris said, "Go to my house, my mother went to Europe yesterday."

The two girls got into Luke's car, and the car was silent all the way except for the address that Chris said.

When they arrived at Chris's house, the four got out of the car, entered the house, and sat down in the living room.

Chris was obviously lost, she didn't even bring water to everyone, she just sat there blankly.

It was Luke who broke the extremely uncomfortable silence. He looked at the girl: "I don't know your name yet, what do you call it?"

The girl: "Just call me Nancy, what do you want to know?"

Luke: "The one you suspect. I think you seem to know who he is."

Nancy fell silent and looked at Chris, who suddenly became nervous beside her.

Chris gritted her teeth: "Tell me, I want to know what he is."

Even so, what Luke and the two of them saw on her face didn't show any angry expressions, and it was more appropriate to call them fear.

Nancy: "There is one person who... always appears in our dreams."

Having said that, she looked at the two of Luke and found that they were just listening quietly, without showing any impatient or dismissive expressions.

She continued: "I don't know who he is, but lately, I can always see him after falling asleep. He seems to..."

Chris suddenly interjected: "It's like it really exists."

The crowd stared.

Chris' eyes were dull, but she said, "His whole body is like, as if he was scorched, and the skin all over his body seems to melt. Especially his hand, right hand, that is a..."

"Claws." Nancy took over the conversation again: "On the fingers of his right hand, he has a sharp blade, like a claw."

Chris seemed to recall those dreams, trembling and speechless, just nodded in agreement.

Luke and Selena looked at each other.

Nancy didn't realize it: "Every time he wore a black top hat and a worn sweater with red and green stripes. Every time he appeared, he always approached me slowly, and then said something to me."

Luke waited for a while and found that she did not continue, and asked softly, "What did he say?"

"Do you remember me?" The words came out of Nancy and Chrissy at the same time.

Luke raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

The two women shook their heads at the same time, and Nancy replied, "Every time I get to this time, I'm scared to wake up."

Luke pondered: "That is to say, he hasn't hurt you yet, why?"

The two women were stunned for a while, not expecting this to be his problem.

Even they themselves thought it was too absurd.

If Dean hadn't died in front of the two of them, even if they were troubled by the nightmare, they wouldn't have reacted so exaggeratedly.

Luke's expression seemed to completely believe the words of the two, and he was carefully analyzing the reasons.

"But, but, Dean is dead, right in front of me." Chris couldn't help but say.

Luke nodded slightly, and tapped casually on the arm of the sofa: "So, he has his own purpose."

Therefore, he will enter your dreams again and again to intimidate you. He didn't say it.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Then when did this nightmare of yours start? How often? For example, does it happen once a month, a week, or a few days?"

Nancy: "It only started a month ago, but it seemed like a week apart? The last few days he's... almost every day."

Chris shook his head: "No. After Dean died, I slept very little, and when I napped at noon today, I seem to have seen him again."

Luke nodded: "What about this period? Is he appearing more and more often?"

The two girls looked at each other and nodded in unison.

There was a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.