Chapter 87

See off the protagonist group.

Cole returned to the car parked outside the church.

Now.

The nimosan lantern he held in his hand, the wick flickered, and the rotating and twisted light seemed to be attracted by invisible forces and pointed to the distance.

"Collect enough ordinary evil memories, and the power of the lantern will guide you to find the only one."

Hold the lantern in front of you.

Sure enough.

Isn't that the only carrier of evil memory the heretic God FRA?

After the previous parallel mainline task appeared, he began to doubt whether his guess of the 'only' was accurate.

It seems that before going to hell.

Freddy's body hidden in someone's memory needs to be dealt with first, so as not to let Freddy return to the dream world through the call of evil believers.

Put the lantern under the windshield.

Blow down the accelerator.

Follow the guide of the wick and soar all the way.

As we get closer to Freddy's body, the light of the lantern becomes brighter and brighter.

however.

Now, Cole finally knows why there are constant gun battles on the other side of the church, but the town has no response.

Elm street at the moment is a dead city.

All the living people occasionally seen in the street fell to the ground and fell into an unconscious sleep.

In the rearview mirror.

The church is still shrouded in strange evil forces, and the thin fog is spreading in the town like a dream world.

Five minutes later.

Cole drove to an ordinary house. The baby's cry was particularly harsh.

Kick the door open.

There is also a warm dinner on the table.

A newly married couple, with tableware in their hands, fell on the table and went to sleep.

The baby's cry came from the second floor.

Take the lantern.

Cole went to the crib.

Inside lies a baby boy no more than three months old.

See him coming.

With a pacifier in his mouth, he giggled.

If the only carrier of evil memory is a heretic, Cole only needs a gun or a sleeve sword to deal with everything.

Throw the unburned cigarette on the ground and stamp it out.

You're right!

But every individual can do such a thing?!

No need to speculate, Cole can also think of the cult's plan.

Using a baby born in the hospital of an ordinary family as the memory carrier of Freddy's noumenon, even if the matter of immortality is exposed, they can still stand in an invincible position.

Without the guidance of nimosan lantern, Cole could not trace it here.

Take a deep breath and relieve your anger a little.

This cult takes advantage of human kindness to cover up their own guilt and depravity. Now he wants to catch a cult and ask whether they have shit or mud in their minds?

Son of a bitch, you're not killing enough!

"The assassination mission has been triggered."

"From now on, every time you send a cult to hell, your soul strength will be slightly enhanced."

Shit, when the heretic God and Freddy are solved, we'll settle with you bastards.

Touch the baby boy's cute face.

Turn around and go downstairs.

The secret of imprisonment: the conditions of use of the eternal night cage: a medium-sized black wooden box, a drop of the caster's blood, three grams of salt, and a milliliter of night dew in the abnormal world.

Go downstairs and find an old wooden box for storing photos in this family.

Take out the group photo inside and put it on the table.

Then use a black marker to paint the wooden box black from the inside to the outside.

Go to the kitchen and dig a spoonful of salt.

Then stab your finger with a kitchen knife and smear a drop of blood in the wooden box.

Finally, only the dew of the night needs to be collected into the dream world.

Everything is ready.

Go back to the nursery and pull the air valve of the lantern.

Across the dream gate, Cole came to the real dream of Freddy's noumenon.

A boiler room wrapped in a raging fire.

Angry parents, holding sticks and gasoline barrels, surrounded the outside with a ferocious expression.

However.

Everything here, like works of art imprisoned in amber, is stagnated and frozen.

In the scarlet light of the fire.

A man whose whole body was engulfed by fire and who could vaguely see the red and green striped sweater stood outside the boiler room in a running and screaming posture.

Suddenly.

The still picture is like a canvas opened and shattered to reveal the hidden truth.

It is still the cold and humid boiler room.

Freddy Kruger.

The frightening dream murderer, covered with wounds, curled up next to the boiler and even heard his painful sobs.

"It's not my fault... It's not my fault... It's all their fault! It's them!"

If it were not for the cowardly image of the pair of blade gloves and the blood soaked striped sweater, it would be difficult to connect him with the abnormal murderer Freddy.

The confession of the perpetrator?

Cole lit a cigarette.

Take the condensed night dew from the nearby pipe.

"Freddy Kruger."

He looked up, shrunk and looked at Cole.

"Are you here to save me? They forced me to do all this! The heretic God..."

Take a deep breath of smoke and frown.

Perhaps Freddy thought his trick could deceive Cole's perception, or use the victim's posture to make him feel pity.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Cole's compassion will never stay with a bastard like him.

Human nature is chaotic.

Embrace darkness, embrace light, everything is their own choice.

Pull out a just trial.

Walk over.

Condescending, pointing to the shrinking Freddy, Cole said coldly, "save it and go to hell."

"No..."

Bang!

The silver bullet with divine power stalled in the air when it came out of the chamber.

A world of nothingness and dreams.

Like a broken mirror after another.

The disguise was torn open.

The cowardly victim disappeared.

Freddy put his hands in front of him, screaming in horror, trying to resist the divine power from heaven.

"No... no --!"

The next moment.

The bullet went into his forehead.

The light of heaven burst out and smashed Freddy Kruger in an instant.

At the same time.

Cole used a wooden box to catch a mass of black slime flying from the fragments of his body.

The power of the secret art of imprisonment turned into black chains, stretched out from Cole's soul and wrapped on the surface of the wooden box layer by layer.

The wooden box shook violently.

An extremely powerful force pushed Cole out of the dream world with an irresistible force.

Now.

He still stood by the crib with a lantern.

The wooden box used to imprison the only evil memory has completely changed into another look.

The whole body is dark and the texture is similar to that of colored glass.

Through light.

You can vaguely see the dark mud creeping slowly in the deepest part of the eternal night cage, the only evil memory.

"The main task has been completed."

"Reward: etheric perception."

[etheric perception: you are a natural researcher of mystics and can be keenly aware of the interference and fluctuation of the nonphysical world; you are a natural Witch Hunter and can be keenly aware of the interference and fluctuation of the spiritual level; you are a natural astrologer and can be keenly aware of the change of the operation law of the world. Although this law is unspeakable, you can always understand the surface content contained therein Meaning.]