Four Hundred and Sixty-Four Chapters Are Submerged in Blood, and Rejoice in Bitterness

? If the thinking used is a little more open, the ability to dream is almost omnipotent, and there are no other costs.

In reality, Freddy wanted to build such a playground, first of all, he had to consider confidentiality, then remodeling, electric communication, transportation, and so on.

The regular secret base that Luke envisioned has never been established, and these factors are included.

But in the dream world, what you want to become here is limited to the size of the ability.

It's a pity that Freddy, the old man, is too ruthless, and regards this as his murder playground.

Who made him need neither food, drink nor money, and his only hobby was to torture and kill people.

With these thoughts in mind, Luke walked over.

The dark red and shaking light came from several boilers burning with flames, making the whole space look hot and terrifying.

A burst of laughter came from a distance, and there was the sound of clanging metal.

That's Freddie.

"My little Nancy, do you really think that bringing a boyfriend in can save you?" A low voice sounded, and suddenly it changed: "That will only let him die with you! Because he is a weak chicken coward. Bao, he can't save you, or even himself. Like this..."

"Ah!" Quentin cried out in pain, probably injured.

Luke still maintained his unhurried pace.

He gradually understood Freddie's character with a series of events.

This guy, before the prey gets his hands, must play hard before he can really do it.

Is it mouth cannon? Or bad fun? Luke is not sure, there may be other reasons.

The cat playing with the mouse is a more vivid metaphor.

"Ah~" Quentin let out a slightly longer exclamation.

"Little Nancy, look, your boyfriend is so bad, he can knock himself out. How can he protect you?" Freddy's voice sounded again, becoming very frivolous: "Come on, come on Uncle Freddy, you are my favorite here, hahahaha.

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Luke bypassed this passage at this time, and from the gap between the two boilers, he saw Quentin lying there.

And Nancy retreated to an iron staircase not far away with a face full of panic, and started to run away.

Freddy followed unhurriedly, his right hand undulating and bouncing on the iron pipe guardrail of the stairs, the iron claws and the iron pipes rubbed together, making a rhythmic metal scraping sound, which reverberated in the boiler room.

Luke sighed: This thing can really pretend! I want to kill him.

Over there, Freddy chased his "Little Nancy" all the way upstairs and disappeared into a passage somewhere.

Luke walked over to Quentin and pulled him up.

This guy is fine, he was just getting in the way by Freddy, but he didn't want to kill him at once, so he just fainted and threw it here.

Holding Quentin in his hands, he quickened his pace.

Luke also wanted to see Freddy's sleazy operations, but he couldn't make Freddy's operations comfortable, so he killed Nancy easily.

Chasing Freddy's irritating laughter, Luke found another scene after stepping into a passageway.

He suddenly entered an ordinary residential building.

Outside the window of thunder and lightning, the small building seemed very quiet.

Of course, to rule out the running screams from upstairs, it was Nancy being trolled back and forth by Freddy.

Freddy's voice continued to echo in the room: "Haha, let's play a game of hide-and-seek, shall we? If you get caught, little Nancy, you have to hehe! Well, Uncle Freddy will count. Ten, nine, eight..."

Luke rolled his eyes, this guy's bad taste is endless.

Nancy upstairs was hiding in a cupboard in a room in horror at the moment.

As for why she is hiding here? She didn't know, only the growing sense of fear in her mind. She was desperately urging her to hide.

She didn't realize that her thinking became dull and confused, and even Quentin, who came in with her, forgot.

Luke? She couldn't remember him at all.

Nancy stared nervously out of the crevice in the cupboard with her eyes, and suddenly her body froze.

After a while, she slowly turned her head to the side, and there was a hideous ugly face that was burnt to a pulp and bloody.

The eyes of the two met, and this ugly face smiled brightly: "Saprius! I caught you."

Nancy screamed piercingly, opened the door and rushed out.

In a straight passage, she only took a few steps, and the floor under her feet suddenly turned into a black mud-like thing, making her footsteps stop involuntarily, and then slowly sink down.

Freddy was not far from her, and the ground under his feet was still a plank: "Hey, you can't run away, little Nancy."

Nancy struggled desperately, but her whole body was swallowed by a deeper and deeper quagmire.

Her nose and mouth were full of those almost black viscous liquids, exuding a pungent smell of blood and rancidity.

So, this is a quagmire of corrupt blood.

"Ah!" She finally cried out in despair, and her whole body was completely drowned in this pool of dirty blood.

Freddy smiled hehely: "Pleading, fear, despair, it's so delicious." Between words, his figure disappeared into the corridor.

Luke just stepped up at the moment, and when he heard Freddy's words, he was speechless: Such a cute girl, you thought of doing this? Humph, hermaphrodite, rotten ass!

When he reached the edge of the bloody quagmire, there was still a wooden floor under his feet, and a step away was the rancid and disgusting blood that looked black and greasy.

Luke's sensitive sense of smell has already analyzed the blood.

The conclusion is simple: it is both true and false.

Like the snowflakes in Chrissy's dream before, they have most of the properties of real objects, but lack the complexity of real objects.

No two snowflakes are the same in the world! By the same token, it is hard to have a big pool of blood that smells like a clone.

This may be because Freddy's ability is not strong enough, or it may be that he has not thought about solving such complicated problems, and few people dragged in by him can analyze dreams as neatly as Luke.

Luke thought for a moment and sighed: "Forget it, sooner or later, this kind of thing will happen."

As he said that, he stepped out and took the unconscious Quentin into the quagmire of blood and sank slowly.

"It turns out that being submerged in blood is this feeling." He was enjoying himself.

Thanks to Freddy, and thanks to the keen sense of smell, Luke was able to determine that these were high-fidelity hallucinations.

Otherwise, in reality, he may not have the courage to jump down.

Because...it really stinks and disgusts.

Feel the creamy, stinky liquid surrounding me, and the temperature of these liquids varies.

Some are warm, some are cold, like the difference between the blood that has just flowed out and the blood that has cooled.