Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 448 - Trash Talk Battle

Chapter 448 Trash Talk Battle

Rolling his eyes, Freddy suddenly stabbed one claw into Quentin’s arm. “Wake up. Your girlfriend is about to die.”

Quentin just moaned and remained unconscious.

Embarra.s.sed, Freddy pulled back his claw, leaving behind a small wound on Quentin’s arm.

Luke beamed as he said, “Don’t bother. Even if you feed him sh*t right now, he won’t respond.”

Freddy blinked. “Is that so? Then what about you?”

Luke frowned. “Like I said, I’m going to kill you.”

He suddenly lashed out with his leg.

Freddy flipped backward and laughed. “Hahahaha. So, your mouth is full of sh*t, isn’t it? Then have some more!”

In a flash, the scene changed again, and they were back in the boiler room.

Nancy was still tied up with her limbs stretched out, except that she was now suspended in the air from four iron chains.

Right below her was a huge furnace which sent up flames that licked her torn dress and set it alight.

Nancy immediately screamed in pain; it was as if the flames burning her dress were burning her soul, and she was in agony.

Luke looked down at his feet, where the dark red liquid of the quagmire was once again swallowing him up.

He couldn’t help but murmur, “One such experience is more than enough.”

He stomped on the ground.

Bang!

With the m.u.f.fled sound of an explosion, a huge hole was left in the dark red blood as Luke leaped up toward Nancy in the air.

Waving his hands, he cut the chains which bound her and she dropped to the ground.

Freed, Nancy screamed and rolled around desperately on the ground as she frantically slapped at the fire on her dress.

Luke flipped and landed next to her. Feeling resigned, he held her down and put out the fire after swatting her dress a few times.

Staring dumbly at her ruined dress, Nancy didn’t understand what was going on.

Looking at a bewildered Freddy not far away, Luke said, “Nancy, need I remind you that you came here in a T-s.h.i.+rt and jeans?”

Nancy was confused. “Huh? What?”

Luke said, “So, your dress, the fire, and even your nudity — all of it is your own imagination, understand?”

Nancy shook her head dumbly. Her mind was in too much of a mess to think about any of that.

Luke didn’t bother saying more.

He knew that it wasn’t Nancy’s fault.

It wasn’t that she was stupid; it was the nightmare created by Freddy which was affecting her rationality and making her ignore the unreasonable parts of her dream.

Many people dreamt about flying, falling from a cliff or being hunted.

Few people would be rational enough at that moment to a.n.a.lyze the situation.

It was when they were dreaming that people were at their most relaxed.

It was also when their minds were the most easily manipulated.

Freddy killed people in their dreams because he wasn’t that strong at all in reality.

It was only in dreams that he could manipulate the consciousness of these youngsters and hypnotize them bit by bit.

Once their minds were in a mess, like Nancy wailing and screaming, Freddy would be able to kill them easily.

The truth was that they weren’t killed by Freddy’s power alone, but also through their own doing

Sometimes, when a person thought they were dead, they would die for real.

Freddy’s nightmare ability built on this phenomenon and even turned it into his strength.

Freddy stared at Luke in bewilderment. “What… are you?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “I’m human.”

Freddy snorted. “The ability you used just now didn’t seem like it.”

Luke was unhappy. “How can you curse me like that? I’m going to kill you.” Pus.h.i.+ng off of his feet, he lunged at Freddy.

Freddy swiped at Luke with his claws without hesitation.

He didn’t believe that Luke’s arm could withstand his claws. Besides, this was his territory.

Luke raised his hand and twisted Freddy’s arm so that the claws were aimed at Freddy instead.

At the same time, he kicked Freddy in the groin and pressed Freddy to the ground with both arms.

Freddy gave a couple of yells before he suddenly disappeared. “Wow, you really are a Bruce Lee, but it’s useless. Hahahaha, this is my world.”

Luke drew back his hands and laughed. “You’re c.o.c.ky for a man without a p.e.n.i.s. Also, this world of yours is so c.r.a.p. You should read more books.”

Freddy said, “Haha, are you worried now, little Skywalker? Don’t be hasty, Uncle Freddy will always keep you company.”

Bia!

Luke expressionlessly pulled back his right leg. “You’ve used this trick for so many years, can you switch to something new? If you’re not creative enough in this era, you’ll fall behind, Uncle Freddy!” Freddy got up from where he was on a pipe and rubbed his nose. “Because I like it. Also, the cla.s.sics will never go out of style.”

Luke shrugged and said, “Is that all you’ve got? Let me tell you something good. I have two partners who may wake us up at any moment. You don’t have much time.”

Freddy cackled but didn’t come down from where he was standing on the pipe.

He realized that Luke was very hard to deal with.

First of all, Luke wasn’t the least bit scared of him.

Secondly, because of Luke, Nancy’s mind was starting to clear up and Quentin was unconscious.

As a result, Freddy’s power in the dream was dwindling.

Maintaining this nightmare dreamscape required power, which wasn’t inexhaustible.

He could also only kill people in their dreams with a particular power, which could also run out.If he could slaughter at will once entering a dream, he would’ve already ma.s.sacred everyone in Springwood.

Lastly, Luke had strong mental fort.i.tude and was completely immune to the nightmare’s effect.

For now, the two of them were at a stalemate.

Just like during their trash talk earlier before they simply traded a few blows, both of them had more complicated objectives.

Luke had a lot of trump cards, but he was taking this opportunity to examine the dreamscape in Freddy’s nightmare. After all, it was rare to meet someone who could manipulate dreams like this.

Freddy, on the other hand, was trying to buy himself more time to absorb Nancy and Quentin’s fear and pain and subsequently become more powerful.

Each with their own motives and schemes, they started to trade barbs again, while Nancy and Quentin were caught in the middle.

Quentin was unconscious and wasn’t suffering as much, but Nancy could only stand there miserably as she covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s uncomfortably.