Quentin noticed where his gaze was and cried out, "You, don't want me to lie on the ground, do you?"
Luke smiled awkwardly.
I have to say that Quentin's feeling is still correct.
What Luke was thinking just now was to let Quentin lie at his feet so that he could touch Quentin with his feet and activate his ability of telepathic communication.
Of course, his hands should be kept for the girls. He couldn't put his feet on Chris and Nancy's foreheads.
Mainly, compared to other people touching his body, his hands and feet are more suitable as directional signs for activating abilities.
Many shooters attack wherever their fingers point.
Feet? I can barely do it.
There was a sudden moment of silence in the air.
It was Chris who broke the deadlock: "Luke, I... can't seem to sleep."
Luke was stunned, and Chris lowered her head awkwardly: "I slept too long in the afternoon, and now I don't seem to be sleepy at all."
Luke was speechless. He didn't think of this at once.
Chris slept from five in the afternoon until after ten in the evening, and only woke up for more than an hour.
It’s not easy to feel sleepy again.
All Luke could say was, "Then Quentin and Nancy will lie on the bed, and you can sit somewhere."
Quentin breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, Nancy and Quentin both lay flat on the single bed, while Chris 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 with a serious expression, and said in a low voice: "I will ask the professional psychic to help me communicate with your spirits and follow you into the dream."
Quentin was confused: "Where did the psychic come from?"
Chrissy quickly pointed at Bobby in the room outside and said, "That's the one. He was the one who helped Luke enter my dream and save me this afternoon."
Quentin and Nancy looked at each other, but when they looked at Chris, they had to believe it.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to understand why Chris had so much trust in this detective throughout the afternoon and was following him closely.
Looking at the slightly nervous Nancy and Quentin, Luke smiled and said, "Don't be too scared. He's not as scary as you think. Chris and I saw him this afternoon, and he's still alive and well!"
Of course, if you meet him alone, you will probably die quickly, he added silently in his mind.
It's not that he looks down on the two of them.
Nancy and Quentin are just ordinary middle school students. They are not extraordinary people and have not received any specific training.
Let them fight against Freddy, and they can only rely on luck to win.
Fortunately, Luke never relied on luck, although he has always had good luck.
The two people lying down nodded and finally closed their eyes.
At first they were very nervous and subconsciously didn't want to fall asleep, but after lying down, the quiet environment made them relax involuntarily.
They hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days, and Luke had used his ability of telepathic communication to comfort them just now, which made them trust him even more.
After a few minutes, they both were breathing evenly.
Luke did not enter their dreams immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and tapped the headset twice, and immediately received the same tapping sound.
That was Selena's way of responding to him, showing that she was ready.
Luke has his own trump card, but he prefers to be more prepared. Selina is now checking the movements in the room at any time through the surveillance he set up.
Selena also slept for an hour in the afternoon and felt very energetic. She was not as unlucky as a certain public relations manager.
After receiving a response of strong support, Luke focused his attention back on Nancy and the other person, and discovered that their vital signs showed slight fluctuations.
My breathing was slightly rapid and my heartbeat was a little faster, but there was no violent reaction yet.
This should be being dragged into a nightmare by Freddy, but this is just the prelude, the real show has not yet begun.
He turned his head and smiled at Chris beside him: "Believe me, you will all walk out of here safely."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes, placed his hands on the top of Nancy and the other person's head, and activated his telepathic communication ability.
The next moment, the scene changed.
What appeared before Luke was... a classroom.
It was still dark outside the window. There was only a pale, dim fluorescent light in the classroom. The classroom was empty, with only various children's toys and supplies scattered everywhere.
Luke didn't stay here for too long and walked out.
Standing in the corridor, he could hear a faint singing voice in his ears, as if several little girls were singing a nursery rhyme, and the sound of ropes hitting the ground rhythmically.
He walked through the corridor and passed a classroom at the end. Through the open door, he saw three little girls in white dresses in the classroom.
Two little girls were waving skipping ropes in their hands, the little girl in the middle was jumping, and the three little girls were singing the nursery rhyme.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."
"Three, four, close all doors and windows..."
They seemed to notice him, but there was no change on their faces and they continued singing and dancing as usual.
Under the pale fluorescent light, three pairs of eyes in shadows were like black holes, staring at him quietly.
Luke tilted his head, sizing up the scene, and suddenly chuckled, "This guy is such a pervert! But this scene is pretty creative. Alas, it's a pity that he never does anything good."
Shaking his head, he continued walking.
In the classroom behind him, the heads of three little girls turned in the direction he left, the ropes in their hands were still waving, their feet were still jumping, and their monotonous singing was still echoing in the corridor.
"Five, six, take the cross..."
"Seven, eight, stay up till dawn..."
Luke had already walked to the end of the classroom corridor and opened the door with "Maintenance Room" written on it. A space filled with various metal pipes appeared in front of him.
Behind him came the singing of little girls: "Nine, ten, never sleep..."
Luke stepped in, and the singing of the little girls behind him stopped abruptly.
He turned his head and saw that there was no door behind him. Instead, there was a dark wall. Under the dim red light in the space, it looked as disgusting and ugly as a pool of coagulated blood.
"This guy's ability is so... I want it so badly!" Luke muttered.
The ability to enter dreams is only the most basic operation when used in combat, and its real applicability is more auxiliary.
As long as he thought about having the beach, sunshine and countless delicious snacks in his dreams, that foodie would be so happy that he would burst into tears.
Whatever delicious food you want, you can have it. You won’t overeat or gain weight.
Similarly, it can also make some suspects think that they are in a safe environment, facing safe objects, and easily bypass their psychological defenses, which is much easier than any forced confession induction.
This is just the ability to enter dreams, and its application in serious matters such as work and combat.