Four Hundred and Sixty-Two Chapters Truth, Answer, Trap

? Chris is still following him, Bobby is following them both, and Nancy and Quentin are already looking for the place.

Compared to Chris, who was rescued twice by Luke, the two of them were more eager to figure out what Freddy wanted to do.

Quentin picked up something from a shabby table and murmured, "That's right, this must be his place."

What Quentin held in his hand was a finger knife, which was part of the claw-like weapon that Freddy was carrying.

Nancy glanced at it for a while, then stared at a painting: "I... think, there is something behind this."

Luke's keen sense of smell had already discovered this, he nodded and stepped forward: "Let me come."

Hanging the camping lamp in his hand on the wall, he reached out and tore off some graffiti-like children's drawings, revealing a small door below.

With light force with both hands, he took off the small door, moved it to the side, squatted down and took a look, and found that there was a small hidden room inside.

He took off the camping lamp on the wall and put it into this hidden little room: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Nancy and Quentin nodded together, and Chris didn't say anything, just looked at Luke.

After a while, Bobby was left in the outside room, and the four of Luke got into the small room.

This room is much smaller than the outside. It is a new space formed by adding two walls to the original corner of the room.

There was only one single bed with a pile of dusty quilts on it, and no other furniture.

Only the surrounding walls are scattered with clumsy patterns drawn by various paints and graffiti.

After a long time, these paints have turned gray and black, which is not cute at all, but it is quite scary to look closely.

Nancy stared at the patterns, reached out to touch them, and murmured, "These seem to be... I drew them when I was a child."

Luke didn't care too much, looked around, picked up a dusty black cardboard box from the bed, and opened it to reveal an old small photo album.

He opened the album and found some old photos in plastic.

He just turned two pages,

I speeded up and swept through the photos above.

After a few seconds, he closed the album, frowning in thought.

Quentin noticed his expression and couldn't help asking, "What's inside?"

Chris and Nancy both looked at the album in Luke's hand.

Luke shook his head and did not answer the question directly.

He glanced at Nancy and then at Chris: "This, perhaps, is what he wants you to remember."

The two girls took a step forward subconsciously, and Nancy couldn't help asking, "What is it?"

Luke was silent for a moment: "The answer you want is what happened in this kindergarten."

Nancy stepped forward again and stretched out her hand: "Can you show me?"

Luke frowned for a moment and looked at Chris: "I probably understand why he wants you to come here, but this thing is a trap he left behind. So, now I'll confirm again, do you really want to see it? "

Nancy hesitated, but nodded: "I want to see."

Chris looked at Luke's expression and suddenly shook his head: "I don't."

Luke hummed: "Okay, Nancy, wait a minute."

After speaking, he quickly pulled out most of the photos in the album, and then threw the album to Nancy.

Then, he took out his lighter, walked to the corner, lit all the more than ten photos in his hand, and watched them turn into a pool of ashes.

When doing this, Luke blocked other people's sight with his body, preventing them from seeing the content of the photo.

Over there, Nancy's face suddenly flushed red as she looked at the photos in her hands, and then quickly turned pale again: "No, it won't."

Quentin moved his body at this time, wanting to go up to see the photo.

Luke's figure flashed, and when he came to his side, he pressed his shoulder: "That's what belongs to her."

Quentin was dumbfounded.

He can't do it now even if he thinks about it in the past, and the power from his shoulders makes him unable to move forward at all.

Looking at Nancy's tears suddenly pouring out, Luke had no guilt.

With the curiosity shown by Quentin and Nancy, if he directly burned all these photos, it would make them suspicious.

Fortunately, Chris has a high degree of trust in him and is not so curious.

Luke walked over and handed out the lighter in his hand: "You should need this."

Nancy stared blankly at the lighter for a moment, then came to her senses, grabbed the lighter, and started to light.

However, her hands were shaking violently, and they were very weak, and she didn't ignite it several times in a row.

Luke didn't help, just turned around and blocked the sight of the other two.

After a while, the smell of burning photos came from the tip of his nose, and Nancy couldn't help sobbing in his ears.

After a while, he moved his body away and walked to Chrissy's side.

Nancy? She had Quentin to comfort her, these two were obviously a little mean, and they didn't need him to intervene.

Noticing the surprise in Chrissy's eyes, he said softly, "Since there is a plan to let go of the past, don't worry about it anymore. Not all memories are good."

Chris looked at Nancy who was crying miserably over there, and was inexplicably relieved.

She had a hunch that if she chose to look at those photos, she would be as unbearable as Nancy.

Now, she has a rough guess about those photos, but without seeing it with her own eyes, she would not have received such a huge shock.

Humans are sometimes very good at hiding their ears and stealing bells.

After a while, Nancy finally calmed down.

Luke said, "Okay, Nancy. I know you're sad, but we should address the root of the problem, shouldn't we?"

Nancy raised her head, stared at him for a moment, and nodded slowly.

Quentin couldn't help but ask: "How to solve him?"

Luke looked at the two of them: "You haven't slept well for a long time, have you?"

The two nodded wryly.

Luke: "Now, go to bed and lie down, then go to sleep."

The two looked at the dirty and broken bed and twisted their bodies a little uncomfortable.

Luke had already walked over, dragged the single bed out, carefully and slowly wrapped the torn bedding and sheets on it into a ball, and threw them to the corner.

"That should be fine." He looked at the single bed with only wooden planks left, and nodded with satisfaction.

Nancy and Quentin breathed a sigh of relief.

The planks are hard, but at least they're not dusty.

At this time, I heard Luke continue to speak: "Chrissy, Nancy, you come and lie down."

As he spoke, he dragged a wooden bench from the side, tried the firmness, and sat on the head of the bed: "Let your head on this side."

Quentin's face was full of confusion, and he couldn't help asking: "Then... what about me?"

The two women couldn't help but glance at him, then at the single bed.

Luke just sat down on the stool by the bed, and when he heard the question, he subconsciously looked at the floor under his feet.