Crunch......

The fangs bit into the head of "Du Wei", tearing the flesh and crushing the skull.

Poof......

A sharp, cold steel right hand pierced "Du Wei" in the heart, crushing it.

At this moment, no matter what, "Du Wei" is dead and can no longer die.

The nun stood in the bedroom and devoured "Dewey" completely, as if she was enjoying a delicious meal, cold and hideous.

This is the end of the devil's lies.

It has received its real name from the fabrication of lies, and at the same time it has reaped the "fruits" that have been cultivated for a long time.

But in this dream, there is also something discordant.

That's the oil painting hanging on the wall, and the expressionless "Freddy" with his hand stretched out from it.

The nun looked at this Freddy, her blood-dripping mouth smiling sarcastically.

Its yellowed eyes reflect pure evil.

It's valak......

It is a nun......

It's The Nun......

I don't know when its legends and information have been circulating in this world.

The more you fear it, the more determined its existence becomes.

People have looked for many ways to try to solve this existence, but nothing has worked.

The devil's real name is the biggest lie.

Du Wei was trapped from the beginning, and his thinking pattern could not jump out of this information gap, just as he could not deny himself.

But he used his own methods to verify this lie.

At this time......

Nun, no...... It should be said that the demon nun.

It looked at the painting, rested its hands on the frame, and held it high......

This is the crowning of it.

The entire dream world has become weird and evil.

The pillow next to the bed cracked a slit, and it was full of fangs.

An eye emerged from the wall, looking at the world curiously.

It's absurd.

Even the craziest painter could not depict this scene, and the world was brought to life because of the demon nun, or rather an extension of its will.

When the dream began, it was recognized by Du Wei that it had its real name.

When the dream ends, it will use the dream as a springboard to wake up from Du Wei's body and reach reality.

From the psychological counseling clinic to the whole dream of New York, the colors seem to have been drained, and only black and white remain.

……

In reality, there is also chaos in psychological counseling clinics.

In the torrential rain, the Vida cultists poured gasoline all over the house.

Hannibal stood in the dark, looking at the scene with a smile on his face, and said, "Let me see how long you have to hide in it, that clock will not be affected by the fire, but you are human, and as long as you don't want to die, you must come out of it." ”

"Give up struggling."

"Let me bring your body back, you're not qualified to use it."

"Only you, the evil spirit, are the most perfect and powerful existence."

"I long to see my kind come into the world and make it more interesting."

And then ...... I'll eat it again. ”

At the end of the sentence, Hannibal covered his mouth with his hand and resisted the urge to laugh maniacally.

He knew he was playing with fire.

If you are not careful, you will die at the hands of the evil spirit Du Wei.

But Hannibal didn't care at all, he just had to think that the moment the evil spirit Du Wei took away his body, an evil spirit named Du Wei would appear in this world, and then take advantage of that pass to eat it, and he trembled with excitement.

It doesn't get much more interesting than that.

Hannibal's ability is to eat evil spirits, and the evil spirits he eats will become his substitute ghosts.

This ability is buggy, but the cost is also obvious.

Hannibal's mental state is always in a state of flux, extreme madness, he doesn't care about life, but he doesn't want to become an idiot.

Yes......

In Hannibal's eyes, an evil spirit without intelligence, without memory, without consciousness is an idiot.

He wanted to become the kind of evil spirit Dewey.

The reason why he admired Du Wei so much at the beginning, and now he is disdainful of it, is also related to this reason.

Hannibal felt that if he were Dewey, he would not hesitate to give up his body to the evil spirit Dewey.

The same memory, the same personality, the same name.

What's so bad about becoming an evil spirit?

"Hahaha...... Hannibal, the evil spirit, I can't help but tremble just thinking of the name. ”

Hannibal whispered, but did not notice that there was a trace of extreme coldness and calm in the depths of his eyes.

Suddenly......

The Vida cultist walked over, and he immediately showed a gentle smile, which was extremely friendly.

"Mr. Hannibal, it's all ready."

Hearing this, Hannibal nodded and said, "Then, set it on fire." ”

The cultists raised their hands and waved them vigorously.

Someone immediately lit the gasoline.

In an instant, the entire counseling clinic was covered in flames, and even in the torrential rain, it was still burning.

The firelight reflected the faces of Hannibal and the others, looking more and more hideous and evil.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "Look, what's going on in this clinic, why is there a ghosting?" ”

When Hannibal heard this, he immediately turned his head to look over.

In the next second, his expression became very exciting.

The entire counseling clinic was covered in flames, but it was the gasoline that was burning, and the house itself was not affected in any way.

At the top of the psychological counseling clinic, another identical clinic projection appeared.

But this projection is black and white, blurred......

From top to bottom, this projection seems to overlap with a real-life clinic.

Hannibal's eyes widened, and he saw that there was an oil painting in the window on the second floor of the projection, but because of the distance, he couldn't see exactly what it was, only a pair of hands with sharp nails, holding the frame of the oil painting.

"This ...... What is this? ”

Hannibal's face was gloomy, and he suddenly felt the urge to run away.

The existence in this projection gives him the feeling of death.

As long as this existence comes to reality, all people will die.

But before Hannibal could turn around and leave, the projection suddenly became distorted, and with it, some unknown piano sound......

Tranquility and silence.

Hannibal was horrified and immediately retreated frantically.

The moment he heard the sound of the piano, he suddenly found that the evil spirits he had eaten had also fallen silent.

……

Inside the clinic.

The hands of an antique clock hanging on the wall are turning upside down.

The vague figure in the room, which was the same as Du Wei, became very dim at this time.

In the framed cabinet on the side, Annabelle didn't know when, it had already appeared inside, it slammed the cabinet door frantically, and its breath was furious.

And even more violent than it is actually antique clocks.

It is calm and mysterious, and with every reversal of the pointer, the extremely oppressive aura becomes dignified.

It wanted to rewind time in the clinic to a certain point, but it was still too slow.

When Du Wei closed his eyes and began to dream, the time difference between him and Annabelle was too long.

Every time the hands are reversed, there is a clicking sound.

If someone appeared in the house, they might be driven to death by this strange atmosphere in an instant.

……

And at this time.

It's still the same anatomy room.

Wearing a trench coat and a red and green turtleneck underneath, "Du Wei" detached his hands from the piano......

The black shadow stood at the back of the piano seat, motionless.

The next second.

He clutched his head and slammed it frantically on the keys, bang...... The sound of the piano is manic.

Then, he reached out and tore open the trench coat, which was like skin stuck to his body, and when it was torn open, it was drenched in blood.

Exposed under the trench coat was none other than Freddy, who had burn scars all over his body.

"The Devil...... The Devil ......"

Freddy screamed in terror, but when he could see his surroundings, he shrank into a corner with fright.

"It's started again, it's started again, you madman, what the hell have you done to me?"

"Is this really your dream?"

On the dissecting table on the side, I don't know when, it was covered with a white cloth.

Beneath the white cloth, there appears to be a corpse.

Then, a hand reached out from under the white cloth and pulled it away.

Du Wei sat up from the bed, he looked at Freddy, and said calmly, "This used to be my dream, but now it's not. ”

It sounded like he was giving Freddy an answer.

But this made Freddy's reaction even more irritable: "Impossible, if it's not your dream, then why did you appear, and what happened to me?" Who just died? ”

Du Wei said calmly: "None of this is important, the important thing is that of course it was Du Wei and Freddy who just died." ”

Freddy was about to be driven crazy and shook his head vigorously......

Seeing this, Du Wei couldn't help but shake his head, and said a signal to it to dispel the psychological suggestion.

"Look me in the eye."

Freddy subconsciously looked over, and his eyes immediately became extremely dazed.

Du Wei stood up and walked over to it and whispered, "According to our deal, you will become me in my dreams, and then I will create a you in my dreams and kill me." ”

"And now, the deal is done."

Freddy's face became extremely ugly: "You...... It can hypnotize me......"

Du Wei stared at it and said, "This is not the first time. ”

Freddy's hair was straight, and he wanted to ask Dewey when he would make good on his promise to make a deal - to help him take revenge on Ryan Hamel, but he didn't dare to ......

For the first time, it creates fear for a person.

As Dewey said at the beginning, he would be Freddy's nightmare, and no matter how long it was, Freddy would not be able to get rid of him.

At this time, Freddy suddenly thought of something, and it screamed in horror: "You said that this was your dream, but whose dream is it now?" ”

Du Wei replied, "Of course it's yours." ”

Freddy collapsed: "Then you should also be a dream, so where is the real you?" ”

"I've been ...... in the car"

As soon as the words fell, Du Wei's body became more and more dim.

At the same time, the dissection room also became dim.

It's like a bubble that reflects colors in the sun, but it quickly disappears.

……

June 16th, 7 a.m.

An old-fashioned bus stops in front of a platform in New York.

The body is brand new and the lights are dim.

When the door opened, I saw a man in a trench coat and a white mask sitting in the driver's seat.

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