The world has a dim and gloomy sky, but it seems to flicker with the light of a painting-like fire, the earth is dry, and there are cracks everywhere that reveal lava and black smoke, if you have to describe it in one word, then Pang Bing can only think of two words, hell.

If an ordinary person suddenly came to such a terrible environment, he might have panicked a long time ago. But Pang Bing himself is a police detective, and he has experienced this "crossing" again, with more than ten years of life experience, although he doesn't know that these may be false experiences, but his own soul has also precipitated to a certain level.

So when he heard the laughter, his heart, which was a little dazed and overwhelmed, calmed down, and he seemed to think of something, and said to the sky:

"Fleck, it's all a dream you've made, isn't it?"

Although he didn't recall the memories before the time travel, as one of the witnesses who had sealed Fleck in the first place, he quickly thought of the possibility of his current situation.

So he opened his mouth and tried it.

Then I heard an exaggerated clown-like laugh:

"Haha, hee-hop, haha, hee-hee......"

A strange man in a patterned striped jumper, with a scorched face and terrible iron claws on his hands turned into scissorhands, came out of nothingness and exclaimed while clapping his hands:

"It's a smart detective, the most respected sheriff, who guessed the identity of Uncle Fleck so quickly, but unfortunately there is no reward for guessing correctly, haha, disappointed......"

Pang Bing was expressionless, he had experienced more than ten years of life, and he was no longer the reckless police detective who was just in his early thirties but still retained the anger of his youth.

"Do you even dare to bring adults closer to dreams now?"

Hearing this, Fleck continued to laugh and said:

"Hehe, I never said I could only capture the souls of children!"

As he spoke, he saw that the ground under Pang Bing's feet suddenly trembled, and hot lava gushed out from the cracks in the ground, threatening to swallow Pang Bing's entire body.

But Pang Bing stood there calmly without any emotion.

said sarcastically:

"Put away your tricks, Fleck. Old Father Jack said that as long as no one remembers you, you will only sink into hell, and as long as we do not fear you, then you monster will not be able to hurt me at all......"

Pang Bing strongly hinted in his heart that all this was false, and sure enough, after the lava and flames pounced on him, they disappeared like phantoms, and he didn't feel any temperature at all.

Seeing this, Fleck scolded in his heart, but on the surface he still looked like he was smiling.

However, Fleck also felt that something seemed to be wrong, in the face of the previous few humans who killed Anita, it might be afraid, especially the young human who controlled the puppet brought it the greatest sense of threat, but the person in front of him was its specially selected target, ready to rely on the endless illusion reincarnation to wear down his will, occupy his body and return to the human world "alive" again.

But it's obviously just a strong ordinary mortal, with no extraordinary abilities, how can it be so difficult to deal with?

So Fleck no longer had a playful attitude, and went straight to the real thing, taking out the nightmare housekeeping skills, and preparing to use countless killings and deaths to squeeze the other party's fear, wear out this guy's will, and completely solve this trouble.

"You mortals don't know the power of the Great Fleck, haha, I'll let you know what the power of the Demon King is today......"

As soon as the words fell, the world in front of him suddenly changed.

From a lava hell to an eerie haunted house labyrinthine environment.

Pang Bing was not sad or happy in his heart, there was hatred and anger, but there was no fear at all, and in line with the purpose of responding to all changes with the same, he did not move his position. But just because he didn't move doesn't mean that Fleck can't take the initiative.

As a fear-feeding nightmare, once the target can't generate fear, then it will be really difficult for Fleck to hurt the opponent, unless he shows his true body to attack hard.

At this point, Fleck hadn't gotten to that point.

Just when Pang Bing was cautiously guarding, suddenly an iron claw stained with rust and blood instantly appeared behind him.

Laugh at!

Although Pang Bing sensed the wind behind him and dodged forward in time, he was still scratched on the shoulder, and was taken away by the iron claw with a piece of clothing and fabric, leaving a blood mark several inches long.

However, the attacked Pang soldiers also seized the opportunity to fight back, and the gun in his hand slammed twice, and both bullets hit Fleck's body as he appeared.

Fleck didn't seem to have any intention of dodging, there was no blood flowing out of the bullet on its body, the two bullet holes squirmed for a while, and then I saw that the two twisted bullets were squeezed out, and then Fleck's wound quickly recovered as before, and there was no wound at all.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm the immortal Demon King Fleck, how could I be killed by your little pistol......"

In fact, Fleck, who was just now, still used illusions to attack Pang Bing, but Pang Bing thought that it was the main body, so he was hurt by himself.

Thinking of this, Fleck couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, even a human warrior with strong will and combat power would be tortured to death by his virtual and real attack play.

Although the human sheriff in front of him was powerful and had seen through some of the limitations of his abilities, he still couldn't penetrate Fleck's methods.

was attacked several times in succession, and soon Pang Bing's body was already ragged like a beggar, with several more scars. Although the injuries were not serious, Pang Bing felt that his physical strength was draining.

Maybe he won't last two hours, and he won't have the strength to resist.

This is not the result that Pang Bing wants.

The pistol had proven completely ineffective against Fleck, and he wanted a weapon that could hurt Fleck.

Strong thoughts make a magical change happen.

I saw that the gun in his hand suddenly seemed to melt, and then in Pang Bing's surprise and Fleck's bad thoughts, it turned into a black iron thorn more than a foot long, and a black light faintly appeared on the blue iron thorn, and an ominous aura came from the iron thorn.

"What is this?"

Pang Bing felt that this weapon was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

But when I thought that I wanted a weapon that could hurt Fleck, the gun in my hand became like this, so wouldn't it mean that this is the world of dreams, and in the world of consciousness like dreams, not only the demon Fleck, but also humans can do what they want?

Although Pang Bing's memory of the time before the time traveled was very vague, the memories of the previous thirty years were still there, and he had not seen it, especially the crimes. Even if I don't see many works involving magic and supernaturals, I can learn a lot of information from my young colleagues and on the Internet. I've never eaten pork and I've seen pigs run.

Soon he thought of the basic theory of the dream world in a Hollywood movie.

Then I imagined in my heart, and a bun appeared in my hand, and then the bun turned into a half-cut brick.

"Haha! I see......"

Pang Bing laughed excitedly and threw the brick at Fleck.

Instead of dodging, Fleck appeared with a shield in his hand to block the bricks, and then an old machine gun appeared again, and it burst out at Pang Bing.

But at this time, Pang Bing has already understood the basic rules in this dream, what is in reality can be imagined in the dream, and the more determined and powerful the idea, the more powerful the object imagined by the person.

In the same way, the more familiar the existence in the consciousness, the easier it is to fantasize about it.

Pang Bing fantasized about the bullet time in a certain movie, and suddenly his body seemed to be flexible to get rid of gravity, and he made a few exaggerated gestures to dodge all the bullets fired from the opposite side.

Then Fleck and Pang Bing took turns fantasizing about various weapons and armor, and even fighter jets appeared in the end, but unfortunately they were still shot down by the Gundam imagined by Pang Bing.

Seeing that Fleck's modern weapons and fighting machines seemed to be varieties before the eighties, Pang Bing immediately guessed that because the other party died in the seventies, he had no impression of those high-tech weapons in his memory, so he naturally couldn't imagine it.

And although he hasn't seen any animated comics, he still knows the images of some classic black technology creations. The Gundam and the steel armor in Lao Mi's movie that appear now make all the methods of Nightmare almost ineffective.

"Damn mortal ......"

Fleck was really annoyed at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid of the mortal in front of him.