If you let go of your mind a little bit, the dream ability is almost omnipotent, and there is no other cost.
In reality, if Freddy wants to build this kind of playground, he must first consider secrecy, then consider transformation, consider electricity, communication, transportation, and so on.
The formal secret base that Luke imagined 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 and strength of your ability.
It's a pity that Freddy's old age is too violent, and he regards this place as his killing playground.
Who told him that he didn't need food, drink, or money, and his only hobby was torturing people and killing people.
With these thoughts in his mind, Luke stepped forward.
The dark red and shaking light came from several burning boilers, making the whole space look hot and terrifying.
A burst of hahaha laughter came from a distance, and there was also the sound of clanging metal knocking.
That's Freddy.
"My little Nancy, do you really think that bringing a boyfriend in can save you?" A deep voice sounded, and suddenly changed: "That will only let him die with you! Because he is a weak chicken Bao, he can't save you, he can't even save himself. Like this..."
"Ah!" Quentin cried out in pain, probably injured.
Luke still maintained an unhurried pace.
He gradually understood Freddy's character through a series of events.
This guy, before he gets his prey, he definitely has to play with it hard before he can really make a move.
Is it talkative? Or bad taste? Luke is not sure, there may be other reasons.
The cat playing with the mouse is a vivid metaphor.
"Ah~" It was Quentin who let out a slightly longer exclamation.
"Little Nancy, look, your boyfriend is so bad, he could 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, hahahaha."
Luke walked out of this passage at this time, and saw Quentin lying there from the gap between the two boilers.
And Nancy retreated to an iron staircase not far away with a face full of panic, and began to escape.
Freddy followed up unhurriedly, his right hand bouncing up and down on the iron pipe guardrail of the stairs, the iron claws rubbed against the iron pipe, making a rhythmic metal scraping sound, creaking and creaking echoed in the boiler room.
Luke sighed: This guy really knows how to pretend! I really want to kill him.
Over there, Freddy chased his "little Nancy" all the way up the stairs and disappeared in a certain passageway.
Luke walked up to Quentin and pulled him up.
This guy is fine, but he was disturbed by Freddy, but he didn't want to kill him all at once, so he just got dizzy and threw it here.
Holding Quentin in his hand, he quickened his pace.
Luke still wanted to see Freddy's showy operations, but he couldn't make Freddy's operations comfortable, so he killed Nancy easily.
Chasing Freddy's coquettish laughter, Luke stepped into a passageway and found that it had changed into another scene.
He suddenly entered an ordinary small 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, that was Nancy being poked back and forth by Freddie.
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 has to count ! Ten, nine, eight..."
Luke rolled his eyes, this guy has endless jokes.
Upstairs, Nancy was currently hiding in a cupboard in a room in horror.
As for why she is hiding here? She didn't know, only the growing fear in her mind. He was desperately urging her to hide.
She didn't realize at all that her thinking became dull and confused, and she even forgot Quentin who came in with her.
Luke? She couldn't remember him at all.
Nancy peered nervously through the crevice of the cabinet when suddenly her body froze.
After a while, she slowly turned her head, a hideous ugly face that was burned to pieces, bloody and bloody was next to her face.
The eyes of the two met, and the ugly face smiled brightly: "Sapris! I caught you."
Nancy let out a piercing scream, opened the door and rushed out.
In a straight passage, she only ran a few steps when the floor under her feet suddenly turned into something black and muddy, causing her to stop involuntarily, and then slowly sank down.
Freddy was not far from her, and the ground under his feet was still a wooden plank: "Hey, you can't run away, little Nancy."
Nancy struggled desperately, but her whole body was swallowed by the deeper and deeper quagmire.
Her mouth and nose were filled with almost black viscous liquid, exuding a pungent smell of blood and rancidity.
So, this is a quagmire of corrupted blood.
"Ah!" She finally let out a desperate cry, and her whole body was completely submerged in this pool of dirty blood.
Freddy chuckled: "Pleading, fear, despair, it's so delicious." While speaking, his figure disappeared into the corridor.
Luke just stepped forward at this moment, and when he heard Freddy's words, he was speechless: Such a cute girl paper, did you think of making this? Humph, intersex, rotten ass!
Walking to the edge of the bloody quagmire, his feet were still on the wooden floor, and just a step away was the rotten, disgusting, black and greasy blood.
Luke's keen sense of smell has already analyzed the dirty blood.
The conclusion is simple: it is both true and false.
Like the snowflakes in Chris's dream before, they have most of the attributes of objects in the real world, but lack the complexity of objects in the real world.
No two snowflakes are the same in the world! In the same way, it is difficult to have a large pool of dirty blood that smells like clones in the world.
This may be because Freddy's ability is not strong enough, or it may be that he didn't think about such a complicated problem. Few of the people he dragged in were able to analyze dreams as leisurely as Luke.
Luke thought for a moment, then sighed: "Forget it, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later."
As he spoke, he took a step forward, leading the unconscious Quentin into the bloody quagmire, and sank slowly.
"It turns out that this is the feeling of being submerged in blood." He took pleasure in bitterness.
Thanks to Freddy, and thanks to his keen sense of smell, Luke was able to confirm that these were all highly simulated hallucinations.
Otherwise, in reality, he might not have the courage to jump off.
Because... it really stinks and is disgusting.
Feeling the greasy, smelly liquid surrounding him, the temperature of these liquids is also different.
Some are warm, some are cold, like the difference between blood that has just flowed out and blood that has cooled.