A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

In order to make the plan go smoothly, Max prepared a few extra shots of epinephrine, and if it didn't work, he would give the sleeping girl a shot... If this can't wake her up, then there's nothing that can do.

"Lori..." When the girl put on all the monitoring equipment so that everyone present could know her vital signs at any time, her father squatted beside the recliner and gently stroked her hair: "You must I can do it, Dad believes in you."

While talking, he silently added in his heart: If not, even if I go to the Vatican, I will find a way to completely destroy Freddy. This will be my only goal for the rest of my life.

"Okay Dad, bring me the medicine." Lori said.

She wanted to fall asleep quickly and ensure that she was easily woken up, so she chose a small dose of fast-acting sleeping pills.After dispensing the pills with a glass of water, she lay there and opened the tax code.

In order not to disturb her sleep, everyone present kept silent.Lying on the other recliner next to her, Kia squinted her face and pursed her lips, ready to rush over and shake her awake.

Such a tense environment is really not suitable for falling asleep, but fortunately, sleeping pills are still effective.Soon Lori felt drowsy, the words on the tax code were like ants crawling all over the ground, unable to see any meaning at all.

"...The personal income tax in the United States is divided into federal personal income tax, state personal income tax, and local personal income tax, with personal gross income as the tax object..."

She read it unconsciously, not knowing what she was reading, she was far from taxable age.

It might be because of being too sleepy, she felt her voice was getting lower and lower, and she seemed to be finally falling asleep... But why is her thinking still logical?Could it be the provisions of the tax code that made her think instinctively?Will this be bad for sleep?

Just when she was about to raise her head and put down the tax code, and closed her eyes to count sheep, she found herself uttering a low voice that seemed to belong to another person: "... Freddie has the right to collect fear and harvest souls, Like Grim Reaper, like the IRS. The taxpayers are ... all the teenagers on Elm Street."

She looked up suddenly, and the friends and father around her had long since disappeared, replaced by darkness.

The sound of blades scraping came from behind her, and Freddy, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, slowly emerged from the darkness.

He scraped the back of the recliner with the tip of the knife on his fingertips, grinned and showed two rows of fangs, and said with a hey smile: "...you dare to fall asleep, baby. You are as full of blood as your mother whore Got courage, huh? Think you can beat Uncle Freddy?...That's not possible... You've sprinkled salt in your bedrooms, slept with your crosses clutched, and hoped that these things would work like those little fools in shitty horror movies Help. But I gotta tell you...every horror movie ends with the monster winning! Hahahaha!"

Lori stood up, stared at Freddy full of hatred, and shouted angrily: "How dare you mention my mother, you lunatic! We have all lived under the same set of rules for thousands of years, this world must be fair Good people should go to heaven, murderers should sit in the electric chair, and you should be burned to death, you bastard!"

"...No, no, no... They thought they burned Freddy to death..." Freddy walked slowly, and the faces of victims appeared one after another in the darkness behind him. It sounded terrifying, drops of blood followed his footsteps, forming a scarlet river beside him; even though she knew clearly that she was in a dream, Lori couldn't help shivering.

"No." She gritted her teeth, clenched her fist and whispered, "You can't hurt me. I'm not afraid of you!"

"Okay... just like your mother." Freddy stopped, took off his hat and gave a funny bow, and nodded the recliner with the tip of his sharp claws: "Let's wait and see..."

Chapter 22 Unkillable

"How is she doing?"

Outside of the nightmare, Max asked so softly.

Tom, who had been staring at the instrument all the time, also replied softly: "I can't tell yet... Her brain waves are weaker than before falling asleep, and the frequency belongs to theta waves, but I can't tell if she is dreaming. Is there any other way to confirm that Fry Did Dee come for her?"

"Well..." Max looked at another factory shed more than 100 meters away, then at Lori, who was breathing steadily with her eyes closed, and resisted the urge to light a cigarette.

If Freddy insisted on fighting Jason in the spiritual world before coming out...then they really had no choice but to try to freeze Jason while Lori was asleep.What's worse than this is that Freddy found out through some other channel that the people in Springwood Town planned to deal with him, so he specially haunted the dreams of those teenagers who didn't want to take medicine, leaving them here to stare blankly.

However, this is already the plan with the highest success rate that can be prepared in a short period of time.If it still doesn't work...then just transfer from the tavern to other worlds to immigrate!

As the night deepened, the walls of the surrounding steelworks and abandoned equipment gradually sank into the shadows, which made people feel hairy; the silent air also seemed extremely depressing, especially after everyone stopped talking.

Maybe a second, maybe a long time later, there is a sudden shot from another building.

"...Jason is awake, Freddy isn't there anymore!" Max immediately pulled himself together, grabbed the walkie-talkie and walked a few steps away to ask, "Selene, how is your situation?"

After a few minutes and several gunshots, Selene's cold voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"...I can't die. Get that succubus out now!"

It is true that vampires cannot die, at least they cannot be killed by conventional means other than owl heads.Although Jason is a strong demon like a perpetual motion machine, he relies on various weapons to kill, that is, physical killing... So the current situation has become a confrontation between two undead monsters.

Selene crouched on the wreckage of the cooling tank, licked the blood from the wound on the back of her hand, and narrowed her eyes.

"……good……"

Even if she was actually deceived and led by Victor to become the "death walker" she is today, she cannot deny that part of her instinct likes hunting.

Just like now, she feels her heart is beating powerfully in her chest, the cold blood gradually becomes hot, and the bloodthirsty desire is about to move even with the suppression of Mike's "primordial blood", which is intertwined with her calm thinking. Wonderful pleasure.

Opposite her, the tall Jason remained silent as usual. Black, rancid blood was still oozing from the wounds on his body hit by silver bullets, but this did not hinder his movement at all.

Holding the knife, he strode towards Selene, his hill-like body filled with a heavy sense of oppression.In the middle of the bruised hockey mask, a pair of eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes. This part of his body that most resembled a normal person actually made his image even more terrifying.

This is an endless incarnation of killing, no eating, no rest, no communication, just mechanically executing the only thought in his rotten mind, which makes Selene can't help but think of himself not long ago.

At this moment, there was no time to think about it anymore, Jason had already come to her and slashed at her.

The machete did not know what material it was made of, or it was just an ordinary knife, and it would never be chipped or damaged just because it was held in his hand.

As Selene dodged and rolled, the knife rumbled and rumbled the entire cooling tank in half, with a cut as neat as a Jedi lightsaber.

In front of this tall opponent, the already slender Selene looked even thinner, her swaying figure was like a willow branch; but she was also a vampire, and she was a "death walker" who hunted werewolves full-time. At that time, even Jason couldn't catch her figure.

In just an instant, she had already jumped onto the steel beam above her head, and fired several shots at the back of the monster's neck.

"Try this……"

People in this world say that Jason is unkillable... so can he be restricted by breaking his cervical spine?

The sterling silver bullet hit Jason accurately, and it did have an effect, but the guy only knelt on the ground for a few seconds, then stood up silently, raised his head and swung his knife at Selene.The sharp-eyed Selene clearly saw that the deformed silver was attached to the bone fragments, together with flesh and blood, gurgling from the wound on the back of the neck, flowing down, and falling to the ground.

"...This bastard..."

Selene cursed, quickly dodged and jumped down again.

Ping bang!clang clang clang clang---

The steel beam with a thickness of about one foot was no stronger than straw in front of the knife, and it broke into two pieces and hit the ground.

Selene, who had drawn out the silver sword, had a cold look in her eyes. Before the steel beam hit the ground, she rushed forward to fight with Jason, dodging to avoid his powerful slashing, cutting and stabbing at him. More than a dozen wounds were added, and a fierce attack was made on the most vulnerable places of ordinary creatures such as the heart, throat, and joint sockets of the limbs.

Jason was unbalanced by these key wounds, shaking his thick arms and waving the weapon in his hand in vain, but he didn't even catch Selene's shadow, and only spilled the stinky black blood on the ground .

His eyes under the mask were still wide open, his blood-colored pupils moved quickly, and suddenly stared at a certain direction in the air for an instant.He threw the machete in his hand and threw it straight there, and at the same time swung his other hand violently towards the side of his body.

Hearing the sound of "boom", he quickly punched and pulled out an afterimage in the air, hitting Selene's abdomen, who was trying to avoid the machete throwing, and knocked her upside down with one punch!

Selene was knocked far away by this huge force, smashed towards the broken steel beam that was inserted obliquely on the ground, rolled over and fell to the ground, barely supported her body with her hands, closed her eyes in pain, and let out a "wow" Spit out a mouthful of blood.

This is much stronger than rectified vodka!

"What's the situation over there...Is it settled..."

She clutched her stomach and looked up at Jason, but she didn't find the huge figure.When she wanted to look at the past again, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in her heart, which made her endure the pain and suddenly rushed to the other side.

The machete swung behind her with a gust of wind, and Jason, who was covered in blood, straightened up and looked at her in silence again.

Selene is sure that she only looked away for less than a second just now, even with her speed, it is impossible to pick up the knife in such a short time and come to a place more than ten meters away to chop.Not only is this monster physically strong and powerful, it must also possess special abilities!

The death walker, who was stared at by those emotionless eyes, was aroused to fight instead. She rubbed the abdomen that had just been hit hard, stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Come on then!" she whispered.

On the other side, listening to the sound of steel colliding in the distance, Max began to pace anxiously.

Tom had been staring at his daughter's brain waves, and turned around to ask, "When exactly? She must be dreaming now, and the fluctuations are violent!"

"You may not like to hear it...but the only chance to catch Freddy is when he hurt Lori in his dream." Max said calmly, not looking at the father's desperate eyes: "Don't let her The sacrifice is in vain, must succeed once."

The young police officer had just walked out to answer a phone call, and at this moment he hurried back and said to them, "The liquid nitrogen will arrive in half an hour. Can your friend handle Jason?"

The old bald head replied impatiently: "If she can't, then we will have to wait to die!"

At this moment, Gibb who was beside him sniffled and looked down, only to see Lori's hands clenched suddenly, and there were several wounds on her forearm.

"She's got him!" she cried hastily.

Lori's father, Tom, rushed over quickly, quickly pulled out the protective cover of the syringe needle, forced himself not to look at the bloody wound on his daughter's forearm, gritted his teeth, and injected the injection of adrenaline into her muscle tissue.

Adrenaline is a very dangerous drug, and it can easily lead to death if it is used carelessly. Tom dare not give the injection to others.But it is quite cruel for a father to wake up his daughter in this way... Fortunately, he is a doctor, and he can remain firm and focused at this time, and use his professional skills, so that the whole plan does not become a reality. tragedy.

Lori's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her brain wave frequency quickly rose above 10Hz. Immediately afterwards, she opened her eyes and sat up crying loudly.

"--I'm not afraid of you!"

Appearing together with her movements, there is also a faint black shadow clenched in her hand.

The black shadow was pushed to the ground by her, and it changed from a faint black smoke to a strong color.

A red and black horizontally striped sweater, a short, stooped figure, a round hat with a wide brim, and long inverted claws on fingertips——

Freddy, the murderous demon who only exists in children's nightmares, has descended on the material world.

His dark red and brown-yellow face, like a rotten pomegranate, was still dripping with blood, and streams of steam leaked out from the sweater, which seemed to be burning under the temporary incandescent lamp.

"You little bitch..." he said.

Before he could utter a complete sentence, Max had already raised the classic M1911 and kept pulling the trigger towards his head until it emptied a clip.

Freddy was thrown back by the impact of the bullet, but instead of falling down, he took a few steps back with a chuckle.

When the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle dissipated, he straightened up again, opened his mouth, and all metal bullets fell out of the rotten teeth one by one, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Your Colt can't handle me, idiot." He giggled, "Even if you bring me here, you can't hurt me...I'll just tear your belly open here , let you watch your entrails flow out, and treat it as a reward from Uncle Freddy!"

"You have to try." Max tucked the gun back into his waist, "...Since it doesn't work...I have to announce the reward I prepared for you in advance, Freddy."

As he spoke, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled, "Bring him here, Selene! We've got Freddy!"

Chapter 23 Never Forget

Almost as soon as Max put down the walkie-talkie, Freddy jumped over.

Our tavern purchases have also been to several worlds. Even in our own world, we have wiped out several criminal organizations and killed more than two thousand souls. He is definitely well-informed.But even he was shocked by Freddy's speed for a moment, and he felt that it was not even inferior to "Death Walker" Selene on the train the night before.

The long blade on the devil's finger was shining coldly a few meters away one second, and it had already reached his chest in the next second, so he could only forcefully bend his body and twist his waist in a very awkward posture Dodged the blow that went straight to his heart.

"Fuck him!" Max yelled at the others as he fell to the ground.

When the young policemen frantically drew their guns to shoot over there, Lori's father rushed back to protect the girls.

Gibb lowered his head, got out from beside him, and grinned at Freddy.

"Didn't expect it, pervert."

Her canine teeth are gradually elongating, as are the nails of her hands; the girl's figure is slightly arched, and the beating heart is like a powerful engine, pumping explosive power to the muscles of her whole body middle.

Before this moment, she didn't know that she had become so strong.

"Damn it, bullets have no effect on him!" The young policeman's voice was already trembling, because Freddy, who realized that he hadn't caught Max, had already turned his gaze to him.

Before he could react, a gust of wind blew past him, and Gibb had already rushed out. Like his ex-boyfriend Trey on the football team, he dropped his shoulders and slammed into Freddy's chest with tremendous force. Push this thin guy directly to the ground.

"Good girl!" Max shouted, quickly got up from the ground, and took out a useless grenade from his pocket.

This is the high-explosive silver powder grenade he took from Selene.I don't know if Freddy is afraid of silver powder, but even if it doesn't have the extra damage to werewolves, the destructive power of this grenade itself is enough.

He threw the grenade at the fallen Freddy, calling out, "Get out of the way, Gibb!"

"Gibb...you should be dead..." Hearing this name, an expression of disbelief appeared on Freddy's rotten face.

Gibb didn't back away, but grabbed Freddy by the collar, sneered and pushed him in the direction of the grenade.

Freddy's sharp claws drew wounds one after another on her arm, but failed to shake her will or affect her movements. She and Freddy underneath roared angrily while grabbing him collar, while swiping his claws to beat his vicious face.

Max rushed over, grabbed the girl who was doing crazy output, and dragged her away from Freddy. At the same time, he kicked Freddy on the grenade, and jumped to the other side with Gibb in his arms. fall.

The muffled sound of "bang" almost deafened his ears, and made Jib in his arms quiet for a few seconds.

The place where the grenade exploded was a little closer, and when Max got up, he found that his calf was still scratched by some flying shrapnel.

But it was Freddy who suffered all the damage at a closer distance... His entire upper body was shattered, and only a little muscle on the back was barely connected between the chest and abdomen, and all the bones in the upper and lower body were twisted in an abnormal way It's so miserable that it can be directly pulled to make an anti-war documentary.

"Oh, oh." He lay on the ground and said slowly, and even stretched out his deformed fingers to pick up his smoking hat from one side and put it on his head.

Several normal people have already collapsed, Lori looked at the pile of broken flesh that slowly climbed up: "What the hell is that? Can our plan really work?"

"...a little confidence..." Max limped and stood firm, "doesn't this mean that he is indeed relying on this physical form to exist now? And the flames and explosions did hurt him, which is not bad. Ji Bu...don't rush so hard, control your wild instinct..."

"I try to," Gibb replied.

For Freddy, the attitude of these people hurt him even more than the explosion of the grenade.Since when did people on Elm Street stop being afraid of him?

Good guy, now this group of people is beating and bombing him, and discussing him as some kind of rare prey, and the little girl who was so scared by him not long ago suddenly seemed to eat him, that kind of addicted The eyes of blood he had only seen in hell.

He did get wounded, but not all because of his physical form.Fear is disappearing, and what is in the air is no longer his favorite breath, which is the real reason for his loss of power.

Now he was either sent back to Hell by the gang to draw power from the horror stories that had been spread, or he had to make someone dream right now.

[18. No. 18]

Fortunately...he still has the last trick.

"You...you are always... overconfident in yourself." The scattered flesh and blood were crawling around, returning to Freddy's body bit by bit, and the broken bones miraculously joined together again, hoarse and leaking air The voice gradually became low and terrifying again.For the first time today, he didn't smile, but lowered his head and took a deep breath, a cloud of black mist mixed with blood appeared and escaped from beside his hooked nose.

He didn't ridicule the people present, let alone make a perverted expression on purpose, perhaps because he knew that those methods would not work for these people.What he needs is... a higher level of fear, not something that scares children.