assistirfilmes Chapter 340: 337, Nowhere to Escape
Chapter 340: 337, Nowhere to Escape
Chapter 340: 337, Nowhere to Escape
What are dreams?
Memories, perceptions, fantasies deep within the subconscious.
So nightmares are the things within a person’s subconscious that he is most resistant to, most afraid to confront.
As a human, Du Wei had things he was resistant to as well.
But fear meant nothing to him.
Which is why he was calm and rational, why he treated fear as a tool.
Once he had entered Tom’s dream, he always maintained a subtle attitude, steering events in the direction he wanted.
Freddy was not as smart as he had imagined.
Nor did he understand him as much.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Freddy posed no threat to him at all.
The ability to kill in someone’s dream, though seemingly unsolvable,
was predicated on wether it could actually kill Du Wei.@@@@
“I will be your nightmare.”
“Whether you are a nightmare or something else, you cannot escape me.”
Passing through the hazy, dim fog, Du Wei arrived in front of a huge banyan tree.
The leaves were lush, the trunk upright, many branches drooping to the ground.
On the main trunk of the banyan, a brand-new street sign was nailed, reading—Elm Street.
Du Wei stood quietly under the tree with his Black Umbrella, looking straight ahead.
Down the street were many buildings, houses as well as shops, and even some repair shops.
People bustled about, coming and going, and the atmosphere was lively.
Some were even drunk and crazed, urinating wherever they pleased.
Backward yet oh so real.
“Is this Elm Street from twenty years ago?”
Du Wei asked himself, then answered, “No, this is a fictitious dream.”
After speaking, he said calmly again, “I know you’re hiding in there, you’re afraid of me aren’t you?”
“You can’t understand why I can find you.”
“Just like I can’t understand why people are afraid of you.”
“Seemingly terrifying, yet fatally flawed.”
“People are always afraid of ethereal entities because they can’t convince themselves to face them.”
His words fell on deaf ears, eliciting no response.
Elm Street was uncannily real, to the point where someone, after hearing Du Wei’s words, came over and looked at him with strange eyes.
As if to say, this guy must be an idiot.
But Du Wei didn’t care; he put away his Flintlock Gun and drew the pistol he hadn’t used in a long time.
But Du Wei was unaffected, he simply pulled the trigger directly.
Boom... a sound.
The bullet blew the person’s head apart, blood splattered on the white mask, adding a hint of bloodiness and ferocity.
Du Wei calmly said, “In psychology, dreams always remain elusive, I don’t know much about this area, but I am certain of one thing, Elm Street disappeared in a big fire twenty years ago.”
“Yet what I see is an intact Elm Street, so it does not match my knowledge.”
“I fired twelve shots in total, one was empty, eleven shots killed six people, the remaining four were seriously injured.”
“But aside from that?”
“Nothing happened.”
As he said this, Du Wei touched the blood on the mask, feeling the moist sensation on his fingertips, still slightly warm.
“Seemingly real, yet illusory.”
“The logic here cannot sustain itself, I must say, you’ve disappointed me.”
As the words fell.
The entire Elm Street began to turn illusory, the bloodstains vanished, and the fog became hazy.
A cloud moved aside, and the obscured moonlight shone on the ground, revealing the true nature of this place.
Looking around, all the buildings and the ground bore traces of the fire’s aftermath.
Those who had been shot just moments ago vanished without a trace.
Du Wei wasn’t surprised; he turned to look behind him.
In the mist behind him, the silhouette of someone wearing a top hat with a vicious, sharp Right Hand became clearer and clearer.
The next second.
Freddy’s face, burnt by fire, emerged from the mist and darkly questioned, “Why?”
Du Wei said indifferently, “You want to ask why I knew this wasn’t the real Elm Street, right? Actually, it’s very simple. Although I don’t know the principle behind your retained consciousness, that doesn’t stop me from thinking highly of your intelligence.”
“Since your tricks are useless against me, you would surely set up some for me, like giving me a dream about Elm Street, then laying some traps inside to try and kill me.”
“And no one in this world knows Elm Street better than you.”
“Thinking from your perspective on how to deal with me, I’ve already thought out all your tactics, but sadly, they are useless against me.”
Freddy roared somberly, “How can there be someone like you in this world... no, you’re not even human, you’re the devil.”
Du Wei said calmly, “That’s only for you, do you still want to keep running?”
Freddy sneered, “That’s a good idea, devil my Lord.”
It turned and ran.
Du Wei calmly watched it disappear into the distance, with no intention of chasing after it.
Time slowly passed by.
After a while, in the mist behind Du Wei, a humanoid silhouette slowly emerged, it extended its sharp claws, slowly reaching for the Black Umbrella.
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