Chris was still following him, Bobby was behind them, Nancy and Quentin were already looking for this place.
Compared to Chris, who had been rescued twice by Luke, the two of them were more eager to figure out what Freddy wanted to do.
Quentin picked up something from an old table and murmured, "That's right, this must be his place."
What Quentin is holding in his hand is a finger knife, which is part of the claw-like weapon in Freddy's hand.
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, and nodded forward: "Let me do it."
Hanging the camping lantern in his hand on the wall, he reached out and tore off some graffiti-like children's drawings, revealing a small door underneath.
Gently using both hands, he took down the small door, moved it to the side, squatted down and took a look, and found a hidden small room inside.
He took off the camping lamp on the wall and put it into this hidden small room: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"
Nancy and Quentin nodded together, 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, and it is a re-formed space by building two walls in the corner of the original room.
There is only a single bed inside, with a pile of dusty bedding on it, and there is no other furniture.
There are only clumsy patterns graffitied by various paints on the surrounding walls.
After a long time, these paints have turned gray-black, which is not cute at all, but it is quite scary when you look closely.
Nancy stared at the patterns, stretched out her hand to touch them, and murmured, "These seem to be... I drew them when I was a child."
Luke didn't pay much attention, looked around, and picked up a dusty black cardboard box from the bedside. After opening it, an old small photo album was revealed inside.
He opened the photo album and found some old photos that had been sealed in plastic.
He just turned two pages, then speeded up and scanned the photos on it.
After a few seconds, he closed the photo album, frowning and thinking.
Quentin noticed his expression and couldn't help asking, "What's inside?"
Both Chris and Nancy looked at the photo album in Luke's hand.
Luke shook his head and did not answer the question directly.
He glanced at Nancy, then at Chris: "This, maybe it's what he wants you to remember."
The two girls took a step forward subconsciously, and Nancy couldn't help but ask, "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 and thought for a moment, then looked at Chris: "I probably understand why he wants you to come here, but this thing is a trap left by him. So, let me confirm again now, do you really want to see it? "
Nancy hesitated, but still nodded: "I want to see."
Chris looked at Luke's expression and suddenly shook her head: "I won't watch it."
Luke hummed: "Okay, Nancy, wait a minute."
As he spoke, he quickly pulled out most of the photos in the album before throwing the album to Nancy.
Then, he took out his lighter, walked to a corner, and lit all the dozen or so photos in his hand, watching them turn into a pool of ashes.
When doing this, Luke blocked the sight of others with his body, preventing them from seeing the content of the photo.
Over there, looking at the photos in her hand, Nancy's face flushed suddenly, and then quickly turned pale again: "No, it won't."
Quentin moved his body at this time, as if he wanted to go up to look at the photo.
Luke flashed, came to his side, and pressed his shoulder: "That belongs to her."
Quentin was dumbfounded.
He just couldn't do it in the past even if he thought about it now, the strength from his shoulders made him unable to move forward at all.
Seeing Nancy burst into tears suddenly, Luke felt no guilt.
With the curiosity shown by Quentin and Nancy, if he directly burned all these photos, it might make them suspicious.
Fortunately, Chris has a high degree of trust in him, and her curiosity is not so heavy.
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 back to her senses, grabbed the lighter, and started lighting.
However, her hands were trembling violently, and she was so weak that she failed to ignite it several times in a row.
Luke didn't help, but turned around, blocking the view of the other two.
After a while, the smell of burning photos came from the tip of his nose, and Nancy's uncontrollable sobs could be heard in his ears.
After a while, he moved away and walked to Chrissy's side.
Nancy? She had Quentin to comfort her, and these two obviously meant something, so she didn't need him to intervene.
Noticing the suspicion in Chris's eyes, he said softly, "Since you 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 felt inexplicably relieved.
She had a hunch that if she chose to look at those photos, she might be as unbearable as Nancy.
Now, she has a rough guess about those photos, but she won't receive such a huge impact without seeing it with her own eyes.
Humans are sometimes creatures that are very good at deceiving their ears and stealing their bells.
After a while, Nancy finally calmed down gradually.
Luke said: "Okay, Nancy. I know you are very sad, but we should solve 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 asking: "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 with wry smiles.
Luke: "Now, go to bed and lie down, and sleep."
Looking at the dirty and broken bed, the two 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 it to the corner.
"This should be fine." He looked at the single bed with only wooden boards left, and nodded with satisfaction.
Nancy and Quentin breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the board is hard, at least there is no dust.
At this moment, Luke continued to speak: "Chris, Nancy, come and lie down."
While talking, he dragged a wooden stool from the side, tested its firmness, and sat on the head of the bed: "Head to this side."
Quentin was full of confusion, and couldn't help asking: "Then... what about me?"
The two women couldn't help but glanced at him, and then at the single bed.
Luke had just sat down on the stool by the bed. Hearing this question, he subconsciously looked at... the floor under his feet.