Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 446 - Drowning In Blood and Making the Most Out of It

Chapter 446 Drowning In Blood and Making the Most Out of It

Thinking out of the box, this ability to enter dreams was practically omnipotent, and moreover, didn’t involve any extra costs.

If Freddy wanted to build a playground like this in reality, he would first have to think about trying to keep it a secret, then consider renovation, infrastructure and so on.

It was precisely for these reasons that Luke had never set up the secret based which he envisaged.

In a dreamscape, however, there was no end to what he could make.

It was a shame that Freddy this sicko had wasted his ability on creating this murder playground

Then again, he didn’t need food or money, and his only hobby was to torture and kill people.

His mind whirling with these thoughts, Luke stepped forward.

Several lit furnaces glowed and dark red light flickered; the entire space was hot, dry and horrifying Someone laughed heartily in the distance, and there was the clang of metal.

It was none other than Freddy.

“My little Nancy, you really think your boyfriend can save you here?” His low voice rang out before his tone abruptly changed. “Then he may as well die with you! He’s a wimp, he can’t save you! He can’t even save himself! Like this...”

“Ah!” Quentin screamed in pain. Freddy had probably injured him somehow.

Luke, however, maintained his unhurried pace.

After everything that had happened so far, he was gradually coming to better understand Freddy’s character.

This guy absolutely wouldn’t kill his prey until he had had enough fun with them.

Was he flaunting, or was it just a sick interest? Luke wasn’t sure; there might be other reasons.

It was like a cat playing with a mouse.

“Ahhhh!” Quentin gave a drawn-out scream again.

“Little Nancy, look, you have a lousy boyfriend. He tripped over his own feet and passed out. How can he protect you?” Freddy’s tone turned playful. “Come to Uncle Freddy. You’re my favorite, hahahaha.”

At that moment, Luke walked out and saw Quentin lying in the gap between two boilers

A panic-stricken Nancy had retreated up a metal staircase not far away and started running.

Freddy followed her unhurriedly. The iron claws on his right hand scraped the handrail and the grating noise echoed in the boiler room.

Luke sighed. What a pretentious guy! He really wanted to beat him up.

Freddy disappeared upstairs while chasing his “little Nancy.”

Luke walked over to Quentin and pulled him up.

Quentin was fine. Freddy found him a nuisance but didn’t want to kill him yet, so he knocked the guy out and left him here.

Lifting Quentin, Luke moved faster.

Luke still wanted to see what else Freddy was going to do, but he couldn’t let Freddy get his fill of his performance and then kill Nancy. Following Freddy’s playful laughter, Luke stepped out onto another walkway, only to find that the scene had changed.

He suddenly found himself inside an ordinary building

This building seemed especially quiet compared with the thunderstorm outside.

Of course, that wasn’t counting the running and screaming from upstairs as Freddy toyed with Nancy.

Freddy’s voice echoed again in the building. “Haha, let’s play hide and seek, shall we? If I catch you... hehehe. Okay, Uncle Freddy is going to start counting! Ten, nine, eight...” Luke rolled his eyes. There was clearly no limit to this guy’s sick interests.

At that moment, a fearful Nancy was hiding in a closet in one of the rooms upstairs.

As for why she was hiding here? She didn’t know; it was just that there was a constantly increasing sense of dread in her head that was strongly urging her to hide. She didn’t realize at all that her mind was turning slow and fuzzy. She had even forgotten Quentin, who had come with her.

As for Luke? She never remembered the guy in the first place.

Nancy nervously looked out the closet door, which was open a crack, but suddenly froze.

A moment later, she slowly turned her head, and a hideous burned face was right next to hers.

They looked each other in the eye, and the hideous man smiled brightly. “Surprise! Gotcha.”

Nancy screamed hysterically, flung the door open and ran out.

She only took a few steps down a straight corridor when the floor below her feet turned into black mud. She got stuck and started to slowly sink down.

Freddy was still standing on the wooden floor not far away. “Hehe. You can’t get away, little Nancy.”

Nancy struggled with all her might, but she sunk deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

That thick black liquid which reeked of blood and decay filled her mouth and nose.

This was a swamp of rotten blood.

“Ahhh!” With one last despairing cry, she was completely submerged in the swamp of blood.

Freddy chuckled. “Begging, fear, despair. How delicious.” With those words, he disappeared down the corridor.

Luke arrived just in time to hear Freddy’s words, and was lost for words. That’s all you want to do to such a cute girl? You can really hold yourself back!

Approaching the edge of the bloody quagmire, he looked at the putrid and nauseating filth that was one step away from where he was still standing on the wooden floor.

Luke had already analyzed the blood with his Sharp Nose.

His conclusion was simple: It was both real and fake.

Similar to the snow in Kris’s dream, it had most of the components of real blood, but lacked its complexity.

There were no identical snowflakes in the whole world. By the same logic, it wasn’t possible to duplicate blood exactly.

Maybe Freddy’s ability wasn’t strong enough, or maybe he had never considered such a complicated matter before. Few people whom he dragged into his nightmare would analyze the dreamscape as meticulously as Luke.

Pondering for a moment, Luke sighed. “Forget it. I’ll have to experience it sooner or later.”

He stepped forward with the unconscious Quentin into the swamp of blood and slowly started to sink.

“So this is what it feels like to drown in blood.” He tried to make the most out of it.

Thanks to Freddy and Sharp Nose, Luke confirmed that this was just an incredibly vivid illusion.

Otherwise, if it was real, he might not have the courage to jump in, because... it was really smelly and gross.

Luke sensed that the temperature of the slick, stinking fluid around him wasn’t distributed evenly.

Some parts were tepid while some were ice cold. It was like the difference between blood that had been spilled and blood that was already cold.