Superman's Journey

Chapter 79 Dreamland Freddy the Weak (5k)

"You're closing my vacation camp? And there's no time limit yet? What are you kidding! Do you know how much I paid for this exclusive camp?"

The hotel owner's unbelievable shout sounded, his face was full of anger: "I spent 10,000+ dollars on this hotel, and now you are going to take it away easily! Impossible, I will never agree! "

"I don't care how much you spent on your pile of wood." The inspector looked the boss up and down, stretched out his finger and nodded on his heart, and then pointed to the distant woods: "You know where the boss is?" How many people died there?"

"A total of 6 people! And someone detonated the explosives there!"

"There hasn't been a similar vicious case here for a long time, but it happened in your hands, and you have to go back with us to accept the investigation."

"What?" The boss showed a look of astonishment on his face: "Why? You can't do anything!"

"Actually, of course I can." As the inspector said, he called two of his subordinates to stand beside the boss: "Come with us."

The owner of the hotel was completely dumbfounded. He looked at a pitch-black forest, and he never imagined that such a thing would happen in that ghostly place.

He wanted to defend himself, but the police car had even pulled up beside him.

With the help of Jason and Lincoln, what should have been a fun weekend getaway turns into a one-night trip to the police station.

In the interrogation room of the Chunmu Town Police Station, a policeman named Tom sat in front of Lincoln, holding a pen in one hand and tapping on the notebook in front of him: "Name?"

Lincoln stretched his waist, and gave a hache in boredom: "I sneaked here, are you sure you want to ask me these boring questions?"

Tom:? ? ?
Looking up in astonishment, Tom's eyes were full of confusion. He was moved by Lincoln's frankness and integrity: "Are you a smuggler?"

"Of course." Lincoln nodded, then looked behind Police Officer Tom: "Freddie?"

As night falls, Freddy's time has already arrived. With his innate control over dreams, the seemingly peaceful Springwood Town has already fallen into the torment of nightmares.

One after another crying and fearful children in their dreams provided Freddy with continuous strength. Behind Tom, in the invisible dream world, Freddy, who was shrouded in mist, was already excitedly waving his scissors and looking at Lincoln. .

As the master of dreams, Freddy can clearly perceive how powerful Lincoln's spiritual power is. If he can completely convert this power into fear and become the source of his power, he will be able to spread his notoriety beyond Springwood Town The place!
Lincoln's powerful mental strength made it impossible for Freddy to force him into the dream, but Freddy came up with a new way to stand in front of Lincoln and invite him into the dream.

At the desk, when he heard Lincoln suddenly mention Freddy's name, the pen in Tom's hand paused, and he looked behind him strangely: "Who are you calling?"

"It's nothing, it's just someone I know." Lincoln was very casual, just watching Freddy's sharp scissors gesticulating on Tom's neck: "If you cut it off, what's the point of just gesticulating? "

Tom:? ? ?
Glancing at Lincoln again, Tom decided in his heart that the stowaway must be mentally ill.

Behind him, Freddy froze.

He had seen many human beings begging him not to kill and torture people in fear, but it was the first time he had seen someone who encouraged him to kill like Lincoln.

Freddy began to wonder if he had been sealed away for so long that the mood on Elm Street had changed.

Oh, and there is no Elm Street in Springwood now, buried by a complete name change.

The pensive Freddy didn't notice that Tom closed his notebook and got up to leave. He thought he had nothing to talk about with a mentally ill stowaway. Can a mentally ill confession be of reference value?

In the police office, seeing Tom come out of the interrogation room early, an elderly detective was a little strange: "Tom? Have you already asked?"

"No, he said he was a stowaway. I suspect he is mentally ill. It would be better to wait and see the hospital."

"Mental illness?"

Hearing what Tom said, the old detective immediately became interested. He knew many cases of exoneration under the guise of mental illness. Although the situation is different now, he is still interested.

Seeing that the inspector was interested, Tom nodded and led him to the interrogation room. On the way, the old inspector was a little curious: "What are his symptoms like?"

Tom pondered for a moment: "He said that he was a smuggler, and then he said that Freddy did something."

"what?!"

Tom thought it was just a trivial matter, but the inspector suddenly opened his eyes wide. He grabbed Tom's arm with such strength that Tom's face was twisted: "Freddie? Are you sure you heard it right?"

"Of course." Tom didn't understand why: "He said a total of three sentences, and I won't remember it wrong."

"Damn it!" The inspector's face changed drastically, he didn't even care about going to the interrogation room, and hurried to his office.

Freddy had been away from Elm Street for a long time, but just in case, the Inspector always kept that special drug in a drawer in his office.

He was going to take the drug and ask Lincoln exactly how he knew the name Freddy.

The inspector walked quickly, but a more intense drowsiness suddenly emerged. This drowsiness was so fierce and unstoppable, like a black tide that devoured people, it gradually sank his consciousness.

In the dream world that ordinary people cannot see, Freddy brandished the sharp knife made of sharp steel blades and made a rattling sound. He raised one hand, driving the ubiquitous fog to the police station. The crowd enveloped the past.

The fog, like an invisible ghost touch, grabbed their spirits and souls and sank into the dreamland, making their bodies fall into a deep sleep.

Under normal circumstances, Freddy always chooses children as the objects of his play, because they are very frightening and vulnerable enough at the same time.

Unlike those damn adults, who often burst out of courage that he can't understand in extreme situations to smooth out the fear in his heart.

He dragged grown-ups into dreams less often than children to torment them, but if there were enemies who had defeated and weakened him, that was another story.

When he fell into weakness, he swore countless times that he would give back to those who had brought him humiliation and pain the same torture.

Seeing the figure that had penetrated into his mind now, anger welled up in his heart at this moment, and the power obtained from that child exploded at this moment, roaring out like a sweeping ocean wave: "Come in for me!"

It was like taking an excessive amount of sleeping pills. The negative effects of staying up late and age made the inspector start to drowsy visibly.

His eyelids were involuntarily glued to the lower eyelids as if they had been smeared with glue, even if he pinched his flesh hard, he couldn't stop the sleepiness from coming.

Freddy's forte is invading dreams and exploiting people's weaknesses to crush their minds and capture their fears.

Forcibly pulling people into dreams like now is not what he is good at. It will consume a lot of energy for him, but it doesn't matter anymore.

The cruelty to the detective was worth the price he paid, and from the old detective in front of him who had stopped him, Freddy smelled fear.

The increase in age has made the inspector more knowledgeable, but at the same time, his fears have also increased.

The inspector knew what Freddy's ability was, and he knew better that once he fell asleep, he might never have a chance to wake up again. He looked at his arm that was about to be pinched to bleed, and a ruthless expression suddenly appeared on his face.

boom!
Loud gunshots echoed in the closed police station, and the little finger that was broken by the bullet fell to the ground.

The pain from the ten fingers to the heart made the detective sweat all over his body in an instant, his body trembled, and the drowsy drowsiness was also driven back by the severe pain.

Pressing the blood vessel at the root of the wound with one hand, the inspector staggered into the office and poured the pills he had saved into his mouth without caring about treating the wound and stopping the bleeding.

He didn't know how many pills he had taken, but he was not pulled into a dream until he finished treating the wound with a pale face.

The specific drug has no name, and its only function is to stimulate the brain nerves into a hyperactive state. Before the drug is metabolized in the body, the physiological effect will make the user unable to sleep.

Even if he was about to die suddenly because he didn't sleep for a long time, it was better than dying under Fred's torture!
Drowsiness swept through, no more than the detective, Tom, who had no defensive mentality, fell into a dream where he couldn't wake up spontaneously in just a few seconds.

The police station is still the same as before, but the air seems to be filled with a hazy layer of mist, and orange flames have also begun to jump around the corners of the police station, burning the walls of the room into patches of blackness. trace.

The sudden change in the environment made Tom feel uneasy. He tried to find the inspector, but the inspector who was standing in front of him a few seconds ago had disappeared without a trace.

The unknown and the mysterious wove into a net, dragging the fear from the bottom of his heart to the surface.

Fear and uneasiness emerged in his heart, and Tom subconsciously approached the interrogation room where he thought there were people, but before he could take a few steps, a group of black shadows came out from the corridor shrouded in mist in the distance.

Wearing a brown and black top hat and a sweater with red and green horizontal stripes, one right hand is a sharp iron claw made of metal.

Amidst the rattling sound of metal claws rubbing against each other, Freddy, who was ugly and hideous due to the burning of the flames, appeared in front of Tom.

With just one glance, the fear in Tom's heart was aroused, and a gleam of joy appeared on Freddy's face like a volcanic eruption: "Not bad, not bad!"

Looking at the ferocious devil-like Freddy, Tom subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Freddy: "Who are you! Stop, stop! Don't move! Otherwise, I'm going to shoot! "

Freddy looked at Tom, his face was full of crazy joy, his scissor hands rubbed more quickly in the air, and the originally tiny flame began to expand rapidly, enveloping the entire corridor like a sea of ​​flames and hell: " Let's get started, I can't wait!"

There was a sea of ​​fire, and the fear on Tom's face was beyond words. Even though he was still holding the gun in his hand, it still couldn't bring the slightest sense of security: "You, don't come here! I'm going to shoot!"

"Shoot?" Freddy laughed loudly, twisting the dream, "I bet you don't have any bullets in your gun."

"Impossible!" Tom yelled, eyes wide, and seeing Freddy take a step, he jerked the trigger.

click!
The sound of the empty box made Tom's face stiffen, and he was almost out of breath watching Freddy press on.

The burning air suffocated him, the puffing flames burned his skin, Freddy's sharp knife made him painful, and Tom's consciousness began to disappear.

"Has it started yet?"

The sound of falling to the ground from outside the door made Lincoln look up. Seeing the people in the police station falling one after another as if their souls had been taken away, and seeing the fatal burn marks and knife wounds appearing on Tom's body, Lincoln thought. , Let yourself also enter the dreamland.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't have Freddy's ability to control dreams, he just simply sleeps fast, falling asleep in a second is not a dream, and insomnia sufferers feel pain in their hearts.

dream world.

Feeling the ubiquitous fog, Lincoln reached out his hand to the dancing flame in the corner curiously.

One second, two seconds. As time passed, he didn't feel the slightest bit, and the flame seemed unable to cause any harm to him as if it didn't exist.

"Is it affected by consciousness?" Lincoln frowned, and began to hypnotize his consciousness. Gradually, as time passed, the unique pain of burning flames was born between his fingers.

Withdrawing his fingers, Lincoln thought, and all the cognition and fear of the flame disappeared: "Sure enough, it was affected by consciousness. From this point of view, Freddy's ability is not too weak, at least a little stronger than Jason .”

He looked out through the door of the interrogation room, and wherever he looked, everything presented the 'real' appearance he wanted in front of Lincoln.

With just one glance, he saw through the composition of the entire dream.

The police station is still the same as before, but it has also become distorted under the ability of Freddy's almost omnipotent dream master.

Tom endured torture in a vast sea of ​​knives and fire, but that continuous "hell" was trapped in a police station that was far from enough.

In other interrogation rooms of the police station, more and more scenes began to manifest, becoming what they were terrified of. This is also Freddy's masterpiece.

Outside the door, putting down the tortured dead Tom in his hands, Freddy turned his head and looked at the room where Lincoln was.

He didn't even have the energy to take care of other people. Lincoln's majestic mental power became the brightest and most attractive beacon in his eyes.

The body disappeared into the mist, and the boiling sea of ​​swords and fire disappeared. The next moment, Freddy's terrifying voice appeared in Lincoln's room: "Hahaha! I'm waiting for you!"

"Ah, yes, yes." Lincoln nodded, looking at Freddy with a happy smile on his face.

Inspector's office.

After checking his wounds to make sure he wasn't bleeding to death, the detective left the room with an alarm and a pill bottle, and began searching the rest of the station for possible survivors.

Skipping the apparently unoccupied rooms, the inspector went straight to the interrogation room and the police office.

At first glance, he saw Tom's body on the floor in the hallway.

What a hideous sight it was, the large and small scars burned by the flames were undulating like continuous mountain peaks, and the criss-crossing knife edges almost cut his entire body, but there was no trace of blood on the ground.

Because the blood hadn't flowed out from the wound, Freddy used cruel methods to seal up the flesh and blood.

From Tom's widened pupils, the inspector could imagine how much torture he had suffered.

Painfully closing Tom's eyes, the detective got up and walked to the interrogation room to wake up the people in it.

The tinkling bells seemed to enter the dream world like magic, and a pill was stuffed into their mouths, which made their dreams start to disintegrate.

After the first person was awakened, two people were awakened next, and then four people. After just a few minutes, everyone in the police station was awakened except Lincoln.

The inspector didn't tell them anything more, but after seeing Tom's body, it was clear to everyone that something bad had happened.

"Sir, there is another person. We still can't wake him up. All the methods don't work for him, and the pills can't be stuffed into his mouth."

Hearing the report from his subordinates, the inspector wrinkled his face and walked to the room where Lincoln was.

In the room, all kinds of bells rang loudly, and some people tried to wake Lincoln up with ice cubes, but it didn't work at all.

Looking at Lincoln with a peaceful expression, the inspector was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and left the room: "Don't worry about him, as long as there is no painful expression on his face and no wounds on his body, it means he hasn't been hurt yet."

"Then what are we going to do next?" A police officer who didn't know the whole story was a little confused.

"Wake up everyone." The inspector turned to look at the agents: "Take the guy, go wake up everyone in the town, let them all wake up from their dreams."

"I'm going to the doctor to get the medicine. Before I bring back the medicine, no matter what method I use, no one is allowed to fall asleep again."

Seeing the puzzlement and confusion in the eyes of the young detectives under him, the detective sighed: "If anyone is confused, you should find the older ones and tell them that the demon is back, and they will cooperate with you."

"But people who don't know anything stay so confused, don't ask or listen, it's good for you."

The people who received the order began to disperse, while Emma Angela, a helpless civilian, was left in the police station.

Angela looked towards the room where Lincoln was, her eyes full of worry: "Is he going to be okay?"

Hearing her aunt talking to herself, Emma couldn't help but rolled her eyes. Ever since she saw Lincoln's operation that night, she never thought that there was anything in this world that could kill that person more than witches and undead killers. Scary guy.

Rather than worrying about whether that man will die, it is better to worry about how long it will take for him to be unable to sleep.

(End of this chapter)