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Chapter 74 Frightened 【Please recommend for collection】

"what!"

With a terrified scream, Nancy woke up in bed.

Looking at everything familiar in the surrounding room, the fearful expression on her face eased a little.

However, he reached out and touched his cheek.

Looking down, looking at the glaring blood on her finger and the faint tingling pain on her cheek, the fear that had subsided in Nancy's heart resurfaced again.

"Are you all right, Nancy?"

Pushing open the door of the room, the mother looked at Nancy who got up in the room, with a concerned look on her face.

"I had a nightmare, Mom."

Hearing her mother's question, Nancy quickly reached out to wipe off the blood from the small wound on her face, and replied calmly.

"Nightmare?"

Hearing Nancy's answer, the mother at the door walked to the bed and sat down, looked at the girl who still had a little shock on her face, reached out and touched her cheek and said.

"Is the nightmare you mentioned like this?"

Accompanied by the gentle tone, the mother suddenly stretched out her hand to pull off her face, revealing an ugly face full of burn scars, and at the same time, the palm on Nancy's face turned into sharp iron claws.

"Ah~"

Looking at the mother who suddenly changed in front of her eyes, the fear that Nancy had been trying to suppress finally broke out completely at this moment, she opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream.

Meanwhile, Freddy was in front of her, admiring the girl's screams.

He also grinned his mouth full of scars, and let out an ugly laugh.

"Nancy, Nancy..."

Elm Street, home.

Seeing the screaming girl on the bed, the mother reached out and shook her arm in a cry.

"Happy times are always short."

In the nightmare, she noticed that Nancy was about to wake up.

Freddy let go of the iron claws he had placed on the girl's face, and stepped back a little to admire Nancy screaming on the bed.

"But it's okay, because I have already prepared a special place for you on the invitation list, Nancy."

"Your delicious soul, how can I be willing to eat it once, looking forward to our next date in the dream scene, of course, it will undoubtedly be a nightmare."

Taking off the brown top hat on top of his head, revealing his bald, scarred head without any hair, Freddy made a 'gentleman' farewell to Nancy.

In the next second, he suddenly stretched out the iron claw on his hand and wiped his neck.

The sharp iron claws slashed across Freddy's neck, and sliced ​​off his head as smoothly as a butter knife.

A large amount of blood sprayed from Freddy's neck, staining the roof red.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

And Freddy's severed head kept spinning in mid-air, with a piercing laugh from his mouth.

……

"Nancy, Nancy..."

"what!"

At home, I screamed again and opened my eyes.

Nancy looked at the familiar environment around her, but she didn't have any reassuring thoughts in her heart.

She looked at the worried mother beside the bed, and subconsciously, the nightmare scene appeared in her mind. She climbed out of the bed as if crazy, curled up in a corner and shivered.

"It found me, Freddie, it found me..."

……

"Our Father in heaven: hallowed be your name. your kingdom come. your will be done on earth as it is in heaven... Deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, the power, the glory, all Yours forever...Amen."

Elm Street, Old Church.

The dim light cast a long shadow on the cross of the church.

Under the cross, the priest is praying devoutly with a Bible in his hand.

呲——

呲——呵——

At this moment, a piercing sound sounded from inside the church, interrupting the priest's prayer.

After he stopped praying, the priest looked down at the "Bible" in his hand, stretched out his hand and drew a cross gesture up and down, left and right on his chest, and then slowly got up and walked with heavy steps to an unknown place in the church. In the corner, there is an iron door that is always closed, and it is firmly locked there.

His eyes fell on the rusty iron lock, and a hesitant look flashed in the priest's cloudy eyes.

In the ear, the piercing sound like fingernails scratching the blackboard continued to ring, turning the hesitation in the priest's eyes into firmness.

Click!

Reaching out his hand, he took out a key from his pocket and inserted it into the iron lock.

With a difficult turn, the rusty iron lock was opened.

creak-

After taking off the rusty iron lock, the priest bowed his head, crossed himself and prayed softly, before pushing open the iron door in front of him.

Pushing open the iron door, the first thing that flooded into the priest's nostrils was a lingering smell of corruption.

What appeared behind the iron gate was a dilapidated small courtyard. Because it had not been taken care of for a long time, the courtyard had already been covered with all kinds of weeds, covering the original road in the small courtyard and disappearing. A black dead tree fell in the center of the courtyard. The surface of the tree trunk had already decayed into black soil. In the pitted holes, the appearance of worms could be vaguely seen.

Across the dilapidated and chaotic environment of the small courtyard, the priest's eyes fell on the farthest corner of the courtyard.

On top of a dry well that has long since dried up.

……

"It appears that the Sheriff is not lying."

The next day, inside the small town police station.

Detective Zhou looked at the information in his hand about the case he took up the case 20 years ago, and said with a calm face.

"This Freddy is indeed a deranged fellow."

Although the content of the file has become incomplete due to time changes, through the results of some investigations and the testimony of the victim's parents at the time, Detective Zhou still outlined a demon figure in human skin in his mind .

Pick up the only photo in the archives that bears Freddy's face.

Amanda looked at the man in the photo, wearing a red and green striped sweater, with a bright smile.

There was a look of disgust on his face.

"Such a lunatic murderer, the court will make a verdict of not guilty."

"Since the Simpson case, I have never expressed any hope for those high-ranking judges."

Simpson's murder of his wife can be regarded as one of the most controversial scandals in the American judiciary.

Even if, after winning the lawsuit, Simpson became a pauper from a rich star.

However, the lawyer who defended Simpson became famous because of it.

After the Simpson murder case, everyone wants to be the defense lawyer in the next Simpson case.

And the unique judicial feature of the American judicial system of "it is better to miss one thousand than to wrong one", has also become the most advantageous defense weapon for these wealthy people.

At the same time, it also caused the federal police to shoot and kill criminals as their first choice when enforcing the law, instead of waiting until the court session to engage in a so-called legal battle with those vicious lawyers.

You may have the right to a lawyer, but at least you have to live until then.

　Thanks for the reward of 300 starting coins for cheese pork chop rice.

　　
　
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