This world has a dark and gloomy sky, but it seems to be flashing with firelight like oil paintings. The earth is dry and lava and black smoke can be seen everywhere. If you have to use one word to describe it, then Pang Bing can only think of it.
Two words, hell.
If it were ordinary people who suddenly came to such a terrible environment, they might have been panicked long ago. But Pang Bing himself was a police detective and had experienced this "time travel" again. He had more than ten years of life experience, although he didn't know
These may be false experiences, but their own mind has also settled to a certain level.
So when he heard the laughter, his heart, who was a little confused and at a loss, calmed down instead. He seemed to have thought of something and said to the sky:
"Fleck, is this all your dreams?"
Although he did not recall the memories before the time travel, as one of the witnesses who sealed Fleck, he soon thought of the possibility of his current situation.
So he opened his mouth and tried.
Then I heard an exaggerated laughter like a clown performer:
"Haha, hip hop, haha, hehe..."
A strange man wearing a striped pullover with burnt marks on his face, and his hands turned into terrifying iron claws like scissors, walked out of nothingness, clapping his hands and exclaiming:
"I am a smart detective, the most respected sheriff, and I guessed Mr. Fleck so quickly. Unfortunately, I guessed it correctly and there was no reward. Haha, I'm disappointed..."
Pang Bing had no expression on his face. He had experienced more than ten years of his life. He was no longer the reckless detective who was just in his early thirties but still retained his anger when he was young.
"Do you dare to bring adults closer to your dreams now?"
Fleck continued to laugh at him and said:
"Hehe, I have never said that I can only capture the soul of a child!"
As he said that, the land at Pang Bing's feet suddenly trembled, and hot lava gushed out from the cracks under the ground, and was about to swallow Pang Bing's entire person.
But Pang Bing stood there calmly without any movement.
Said sarcastically:
"Put your tricks away, Father Fleck Jack said back then that as long as no one remembers you, you will only sink into hell, and as long as we don't have fear of you, you monster will not be able to hurt you at all
I'll…”
Pang Bing strongly implied in his heart that all this was false. Sure enough, after the lava and flames pounced on him, they disappeared like phantoms, and could not feel any temperature at all.
Seeing this, Fleck cursed in his heart, but he still looked like he was smiling on the surface.
However, Fleck also felt something was wrong. Facing the previous few humans who killed Anita, it might be scared, especially the young human who controlled the puppet brought it the greatest sense of threat, but in front of him, the young human who controlled the puppet brought it.
This man was his particularly carefully selected target, ready to rely on endless illusions to erase his will, occupy his body and return to the human world "live".
But he is obviously just a strong ordinary mortal and has no extraordinary abilities, so how could it be so difficult to deal with?
So Fleck no longer had a playful attitude, and directly acted in a real way, and took out the skills of Nightmare, preparing to use countless killings and deaths to extract the other party's fear, erase the guy's will, and completely solve the problem.
"You mortals don't know the power of the great Flake at all. Haha, let you know what the power of the Demon King is..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the world in front of him suddenly changed.
From the environment of lava hell to the environment of a gloomy haunted house like a maze.
Pang Bing was neither sad nor happy, hatred or angry, but no fear arose. He was in the spirit of responding to changes in the world, and had no movement. However, his unmoving does not mean that Fleck could not take the initiative.
As a nightmare that feeds on fear, once the target cannot produce fear, it will be difficult for Fleck to hurt the other party unless he shows his true body and attacks head-on.
Fleck had not reached that point yet.
Just as Pang Bing was cautious, an iron claw covered with rust and blood suddenly appeared behind him.
laugh!
Although Pang Bing sensed the wind behind him and hid forward in time, he was still scratched on his shoulder and was taken away by iron claws, leaving a blood mark several inches long.
However, Pang Bing, who was attacked, also seized the opportunity to fight back. He used a gun in his hand to thump, and two bullets hit Fleck who showed up.
Fleck seemed to have no intention of avoiding it. The bullet hit it and there was no blood flowing out. The two bullet holes squirmed, and then they saw two twisted bullets squeezed out. Then they looked at Fleck's wound very much.
He recovered quickly and had no wounds at all.
"Hehehe! I am the immortal demon king Fleck, how could I be killed by your little pistol..."
In fact, Fleck was still using illusions to attack Pang Bing, but Pang Bing thought that it was the essence, so he was hurt.
Thinking of this, Fleck couldn't help but feel proud. Even a human warrior with a firm will be tortured to death by his real and false attacks.
Although the human sheriff in front of him is powerful and has seen through some of its limitations, he still cannot overcome Fleck's methods.
After being attacked several times in a row, Pang Bing's body was soon ragged like a beggar, with more scars. Although his injuries were not serious, Pang Bing felt that his physical strength was losing.
Maybe he will not have the strength to resist after not having to hold on for two hours.
This is not the result that Pang Bing wants.
The pistol has proven to be completely ineffective against Fleck, and he is increasingly looking for a weapon that can hurt Fleck.
Strong thoughts make magical changes appear.
I saw that the gun in his hand suddenly melted, and then, in Pang Bing's surprise and Fleck's thoughts, it turned into a black iron thorn more than one foot long and a dark blue iron thorn.
A black light faintly appeared above it, and an ominous aura came from the iron thorn.
"This is?"
Pang Bing felt that this weapon was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
But when I thought of 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, it is not just the demon Fleck.
, Even humans can do what they want?
Although Pang Bing's memory of the time before the time travels through time is very vague, the memories of the previous thirty years are still there, and he has read many novels, especially crime novels. Even if it involves magical and supernatural works, it is still there.
I haven't seen much, but I can also learn a lot of information from my young colleagues around me and on the Internet. I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running.
Soon he thought of the basic theory about the dream world in a Hollywood movie.
Then I thought and imagined that a bun appeared in my hand, and then the bun turned into half a brick.
"Haha! So that's it..."
Pang Bing laughed excitedly and threw the brick towards Fleck.
Fleck did not dodge, but instead appeared a shield in his hand, blocking the brick, and then another old machine gun appeared, and shot it at Pang Bing.
But at this time, Pang Bing had already understood the basic rules in this dream. Some of them can be imagined in the dream. The stronger the mind, the stronger the items imagined by people.
Similarly, the more familiar the existence in consciousness, the easier it is to imagine it.
Pang Bing fantasized about the scene of bullet time in a movie, and his body suddenly felt as if he was flexibly rid of gravity. He made a few exaggerated postures and avoided all the bullets shot from the opposite side.
Then Fleck and Pang Bing took turns to fantasize about various weapons and armor, and even fighter planes appeared in the end, but unfortunately they were still shot down by Gundam that Pang Bing imagined.
Seeing that Fleck's modern weapons and combat machines seemed to be from before the 1980s, Pang Bing immediately guessed that the other party died in the 1970s, so he had no impression of those high-tech weapons in his memory.
Of course, I can't imagine it.
Although he has not read any animation comics, he still knows the images of some classic black technology creations. The current appearance of Gundam and the steel armor in the movies of Laomi have almost failed all the methods of Nightmare.
"Damn mortal..."
Fleck was really angry and embarrassed at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little fear of the mortal in front of him.