[Comprehensive British and American] Entering the industry needs to be cautious

In a rather short-lived dream, which had just formed a small scale and was shattered by the awakening of God, the extraordinary existence of the Sandman was born.

Sandman can be regarded as a creation indirectly bred in the spiritual world of the gods. His magic power is not very strong, but it is difficult to resist.He can travel in the world of dreams, whether that dream belongs to angels, demons, elves or dragons.

He is the master of dreams.

Of course, there is no way to deal with Sandman, as long as you don't sleep.They are not human, and they must sleep to rest.Take the angels as an example, as long as they want, they can wake up from Genesis to the current twentieth century without pressure.

Furthermore, the more powerful the existence, the less likely they are to have dreams when they are in deep sleep.The Sandman was born in the dream of the Chuangshi God, and the jaws of countless angels were shocked.

Gabriel could never have imagined that the lazy Sandman, who was too lazy to sleep and never wake up, would try his best to engage in a killing game.After all, for the Sandman, it is not difficult to make a human collapse to the point of self-destruction, as long as he deprives the person of the right to sleep and grants him eternal sobriety.

Human beings cannot stay awake for a long time, and the inability to sleep is enough to torture and collapse a person.

Hearing Gabriel's whisper, Reid in the spiritual world blinked and quickly found the corresponding existence.

"Is it one of those sleeping spirits that sprinkle sand in children's eyes at night to lull them to sleep?"

"The Sandman is not a race, Spann." Gabriel corrected, "It has existed since the time of creation, countless years before the birth of human beings. His dream magic is very..." Gabriel thought for a while , Strong is also strong, weak is also weak, so Seraphim, who was born strong, chose a word.

"Weird."

"The Sandman is almost invincible in the dream, but in the real world, it can only be said that being born extraordinary gives him eternal life."

The physical attack is so scumbag that it can't match the fist of an ordinary angel.

Gabriel simply told Rhett how homey and lazy the Sandman was, which made the angel feel angry.

Rhett nodded silently, and then said: "The profile of the Sandman and the suspect is inconsistent."

Reid used quite rigorous terms, and once again imperceptibly expressed his determination to win f.Gabriel felt helpless for a second, and then asked curiously: "So, Spann, after watching the scene, what is your profile of the killer, um, the suspect?"

In the spiritual world, Reid's expression was extremely serious.

He first grabbed Gabriel and let the angel go to the murder scene first, then he ignored Gabriel's lack of confidence to stop him, poked his head and carefully looked at the dilapidated corpse in the bed, pondered for a while, Then he opened his mouth very cautiously: "Leave aside all unscientific factors first, the suspect is male, aged between [-] and [-], with excellent physical fitness, able to easily suppress the victim's resistance, Using a knife to nearly dismember the victim...using three or four knives at the same time? Well, it should be a special crime tool, similar to each finger pocket is a knife."

"This kind of massacre has a sense of venting. The suspect does not hate the victim. In other words, the object of his hatred may be the victim's close family and friends. Most of his death is used to break the hearts of those who love him. Hmm... there is also a kind of exclusive overbearing, unfortunately... I think the suspect regards the victim as his own, he used to like him very much, but... yes, the suspect should be a pedophile and sadist. He likes In the form of a child, after being unable to prevent the victim from growing into a man, he chooses to stop his time, which is to kill him."

"Combining non-scientific factors, I think it should be that the victim met a suspect who was a pedophile when he was young, maybe his parents, and executed the suspect. And the suspect turned into a demon after death , come back for revenge."

Rhett pursed his lips, and continued: "The medicine on the victim's table has a stimulating effect. I suspect that he has been resisting sleep during this time. Gabriel, do you think..." Rhett hesitated, He said in a low voice, "Is it possible that the dissatisfied people stole the power of the Sandman and used the dreams of the victims to kill them."

Gabriel looked at Rhett, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his gilt eyes were full of glorious joy.He nodded without hesitation, and said, "It's entirely possible. As long as the Sandman isn't in a dream, it's normal for him to be caught if his force value is so slack."

Gabriel's black sandman is very natural, second only to Adam's satire.

Not to mention how many times Gabriel threw the Sandman out of the battlefield, but Gabriel thought that he would kill a few times in hell while a certain guy was sleeping all the time. If something goes wrong, there will always be an angel to help clean it up At that time, Gabriel couldn't help the envy and jealousy in his heart.

And silently resented, why didn't Lucy and Mike catch Sandman and punish them severely.

Rhett looked at Gabriel silently, and he heard that Gabriel had a little hostility towards the Sandman.

"...cough." Gabriel turned his head and said, "The Sandman has existed since the creation of the century. No matter how weak the force value is, it is not something that anyone can hurt. He has three companion treasures—sandbag, nightmare helmet and moonlight Rubies are so-so in power, but as long as you hold one of the treasures, it is not difficult to freely enter and exit human dreams."

"The reason why Sandman can be called the master of dreams is because in the dreams he controls, all the injuries suffered by other people will be reflected on the bodies of the real world." After a pause, Gabriel emphasized, "Of course , it’s just a trick, it’s useless to Seraphim.”

Gabriel is now almost certain that the Sandman was not responsible for this murder. In all likelihood, just as Span said, someone got the Sandman's treasure and mastered the power to control dreams.

Gabriel couldn't help but secretly despised the Sandman in his heart, he knew how to sleep all day long, and even lost his accompanying treasure, what else could he do!

Gabriel completely forgot that due to an accident, his two treasures - the horn of the angel and the sword of the seraphim were also in a state of being lost.

No no no, it's not his fault!

Not long ago, he was seriously injured by his two elder brothers and almost died. He is very lucky to be able to recover well now.Compared to these, the loss of weapons is just a trivial matter.

Gabriel and Rhett were talking when the police arrived.

Gabriel flapped his wings behind him and left the bedroom.

There is no point in staying there any longer. There is no fixed entrance to the dream world. As long as drowsiness wells up and the eyelids close, the power of the Sandman is enough to create a door of choice.

Now that we have seen this matter, we must take care of it.

At this moment, there was a quarrel in the room opposite this house.

"Glenn is dead, Mom, Glenn is dead! Why, why don't you believe me now?! Freddy is living in a dream, he killed Tina, he killed Rod , now Glenn is dead too, he is dead too!"

The girl with dark brown curly long hair yelled in dismay. Her eyes were black and bloodshot, and she was extremely haggard, as if she hadn't slept for several days.

"Shh! Nancy, listen to me." Regardless of her daughter's struggle, the middle-aged blonde woman hugged her daughter in her arms and tried to comfort her: "Mom will protect you, and mother will definitely protect you. I, I have invited someone here, that person is very powerful, and will definitely solve this trouble."

The girl, Nancy Thompson, the girlfriend of Glenn Lantz who just died next door, looked at her mother in disbelief and screamed, "Someone is here? Which psychiatrist did you hire? Ah ? Let me tell you, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!"

Nancy struggled to break away from her mother's arms, and she backed away, refusing her mother's comfort.The blue eyes were filled with tears, and he choked up: "Why didn't you believe me until this time, Freddy Krueger is still alive, he just killed Glenn!"

"Nancy..."

"Don't call me!" Nancy growled, turned and ran back into the room.She slammed the door shut, shutting her mother out.

"Nancy, listen to my explanation. It's not a psychiatrist, but a master of black magic." The woman tried to comfort her daughter through the door, "As I said, mom will protect you."

Nancy didn't hear, she covered her ears tightly with both hands.

After an unknown amount of time, the mother outside the door had already left, and Nancy slowly let go of her hands.Those blue eyes were full of desperate determination, she bit her lip hard, she wanted revenge!

She wants to catch that beast out of the dream world, she wants to kill him!

She picked up her desk phone at home and started calling Lanz's.

Her father, the town's detective, is now investigating Glenn's death at the Lanz's across the street.She is going to fight in the world of dreams, but she needs someone to wake her up when she is in a nightmare.

And she hadn't counted on stubbornness to never trust her mother.

As soon as she pressed a button, Nancy heard a voice behind her.

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

Nancy's hand trembled, and the microphone in her hand fell to the table.She turned her head abruptly, her expression panicked, but she was stunned when she realized that there was a boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old standing behind her.

Soon, Nancy frowned, and pinched her arm vigorously with one hand. Could it be that she was still in a dream?

"It's not a dream, it's reality." Rhett looked at Nancy gently and explained proactively.

"who are you?"

"We are..." Rhett blinked, remembering what Nancy's mother said outside the door.Nancy covered her ears and refused to listen, but Rhett could hear clearly.

He knew that Nancy's mother was not unaware that her daughter was really entangled by evil spirits, but that she was unwilling to accept the fact that Freddy Krueger was still lingering after his death.But even so, she still tried her best to find someone who could save her daughter.

The person Nancy's mother invited was not a psychiatrist, but a master of black magic.Regardless of whether that person has real talents or not, his identity can be borrowed.

So, Rhett tried his best to pretend Gabriel's indifferent expression, and said, "We, cough, I am a master of black magic invited by your mother, and I specialize in dealing with those evil spirits."

Nancy: "..."

Nancy was silent for a while, and then said with an indescribable expression: "Do you think I will believe it?"

The so-called master of black magic, no matter what, couldn't be a child who was obviously much younger than her.

"boom!"

After a sound, a white flame appeared in Reid's hand.

Rhett's mouth twitched, and then he looked at Nancy.

After seeing the flame, Nancy grabbed her arm fiercely, dripping with blood, and the pain made her scalp numb.She swallowed, her eyes frighteningly bright: "It's...really."

After Rhett spoke to Gabriel, he waved his hand and threw the flame at Nancy.

The next moment, Nancy felt the wound on her arm tingle, and when she lowered her head, she saw that the wound she had dug open with her nails just now was healing.And the wrist where Freddie had hurt it before had healed after the bandages were removed.

Nancy put the microphone back with trembling hands and led Rhett directly to her bedroom.

This time, Nancy, who was completely convinced, did not hesitate to tell Rhett everything she knew, including how the parents of their children trapped Freddy in an abandoned boiler and burned him to death Things, Nancy hesitated, but also said it.

Reid's expression remained unchanged. He was influenced by Gabriel's series of behaviors before he received judicial education. For that Freddy Krueger who molested and killed children, he would naturally not catch those parents. The question of whether or not lynching was abused remains open.

To tell the truth, it is because there are always people who take advantage of the loopholes in the law and the offensive of money to escape from responsibility, which makes the social order seem orderly but actually chaotic.

Freddy deserved it.

"She's been marked," Gabriel said. "Whenever she sleeps, she's pulled into that Freddy Krueger dream world."

"Then shall we go into her dream and catch that person?" Rhett blinked, and there was a trace of tension and excitement in his voice.

The world of dreams, speaking of it, since he was bound to Gabriel, except for watching the memories of Semla and Aretha twice, his sleep quality is unbelievably good.I fell asleep and opened my eyes the next day without a single dream.

His dark circles are gone.

He could use this experience to write a paper called "On the Influence of the Dream World on the Real World".The dream that the injury in the dream will be reflected in the real body is not something that everyone can experience personally.

A lot of his manuscripts have been stuffed in Rhett's personal paper folder, but it's a pity that some of the contents are not easy to publish - it is difficult for Rhett to accept that an obviously serious thesis will be treated as a fairy tale by others.

"Don't worry." Gabriel thought that Rhett was afraid of nightmares. After all, nightmares are a person's most real fear response, and he was afraid of nightmares because he had fear.

Thinking of the humans in his family who were afraid of the dark and ghosts, Gabriel said gently, "I won't let that guy hurt you."

Rhett pursed his lips, he wanted to say that he was no longer afraid of the dark and ghosts, but thinking that blindly explaining would definitely be used as a cover-up by Gabriel, Rhett held his breath and decided to prove himself with practical actions.

Reid calmed down and said to Nancy: "You can sleep now, we will follow up and catch Freddy Krueger."

"We, us?" Nancy keenly grasped what Rhett said, and looked at Rhett in surprise.

Was there a ghost in her room that she couldn't see?

Rhett: "..." He doesn't like people ignoring Gabriel's existence, but he doesn't want to explain his relationship with Gabriel.

After such a hesitation, Rhett's eyes turned gilt gold.

He blinked at Nancy and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we will catch that bad guy."

Gabriel's convincing temperament is far better than that of Rhett, a shy boy who is better at talking with big data. Nancy believed her without hesitation.

Nancy hadn't realized how dangerous it was to let a strange man—even if he was young, with clear eyes—be alone with her, or in the same room as the three of them, especially when she was about to fall asleep.

It's just that when Nancy let her sleepiness drag her into a dream, she vaguely thought that she seemed... neither dragged him to confront his mother, nor asked his name.

She believed that boy so rashly.

Then, Nancy, who killed three of her classmates one after another, and even herself was kept awake at night by Freddy Krueger's sharp knife hanging over her head, looked blankly at the master of black magic. How to divide into two... Yes, he was right, it was indeed them.

The only brown-haired boy she had ever seen had clear and warm brown eyes.One was a tall and handsome man with silver hair reaching his ankles and bright golden eyes.A white robe, as if walking out of the light.

Nancy put a blank face, and watched with her own eyes how Freddy wanted to escape, but was caught in front of him with a wave of his hand by the man in white robes, and he was beaten lightly in various ways.

Then, she heard the call of her companion.

When Nancy turned her head, she saw the dead Tina, Rhodes, Glenn, and countless boys and girls who had died under Freddy's hands walking over.They stood with Nancy, watching in silence after Freddy was brutally beaten by Gabriel, a black tiger pulled out his heart, and another white flame burned the evil spirit to death.

Immediately, the world supported by the dream began to collapse.

The voice of the man with silver hair and golden eyes came from afar: "I'll see you off."

"Thank you."

Nancy heard her dead friend say in a grateful voice.

In the real world, Nancy opened her eyes suddenly.She sat up abruptly, only to find that she was alone in the bedroom, and the boy with brown hair and brown eyes had disappeared.

Has he already left, or... what she experienced just now was just a dream?

Nancy was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the bed and ran out barefoot.

"Mom, Mom!" Nancy yelled as she ran, "Where is he? Where is the Master?!"

"Nancy?" The voice came from the first floor.

Nancy stomped downstairs and found her mother standing in the doorway.

The door was open, and a handsome man with black hair and black eyes was standing at the door in a long black trench coat.He had a cigarette in his mouth, his expression was a little lazy, but he had a detached aura.

This is a handsome man that a woman will feel very fond of when she sees it.

"Nancy! What are you doing!!" Her mother looked at her daughter running around the house with bare feet in disbelief, and almost screamed, "Are you running around the house without shoes?"

"That's not important!" Nancy replied aggressively, then stared at the man outside the door.That man was handsome and young. Now that her parents had divorced, she first suspected that this man was her mother's new boyfriend, and then decisively overturned this idea.

This man is so handsome that he can catch a rich woman with his beauty.

And her family is just an ordinary middle-class family.

So Nancy asked directly.

"Mom, who is he?"

The woman took a deep breath, her Nancy was having a bad time, and such a faux pas was inevitable.Then she introduced: "This is Mr. John Constantine, the master of black magic. Mom asked him to solve your problem."

"What?!" Nancy's eyes widened. "He is the master you invited? What about him?"

"Who?" Nancy's mother looked at her daughter suspiciously, considering whether to take her daughter to see a psychiatrist after getting rid of Freddy.

"It's that shy boy with brown hair and brown eyes! There's also a man with long silver hair. Aren't they the exorcist masters you invited?"

Nancy only felt a chill on the back of her neck. Who were they? !

The woman's eyes were filled with tears. Could it be that her daughter was being tortured to the point of collapsing?

At this moment, John Constantine, the master of black magic outside the door, took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, rolled his leather shoes, and after blowing out a smoke ring, he spoke with a slightly hoarse voice. The voice said: "It seems that I have nothing to do here, but I will not return the deposit."

"Master!" The woman looked at Konstantin in surprise, not understanding why she suddenly regretted what she had talked about before.

Constantine yawned, leaned against the door frame, and said, "Your daughter is safe, and that evil spirit has been dealt with in advance."

"what?"

"Lucky girl." Constantine looked at Nancy, who still had a ray of pure glory on her body, and said, "Angels are not elves who are always on call, let alone help without asking for a price."

Compared with the angel he met, Constantine felt that the little girl in front of him was bubbling with luck.

"Angel?" Nancy subconsciously thought of the man in the dream world with silver hair and white robes, such a perfect appearance, indeed with inhuman beauty.

"Tsk." Constantine waved his hand casually, turned and left.

On the side of the road, the yellow taxi was parked there.

Konstantin sat in the back seat, his hands in the pockets of his long trench coat.The slender fingers rubbed it for a moment, and then took out a bulging yellow-brown cloth bag the size of a baby's fist.

Konstantin pinched the bag, and it was obvious that there was something like sand in it.

If Gabriel were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this small cloth bag filled with sand was one of Sandman's three treasures.

The sandbag allows the person who holds it to manipulate his dreams at will.It can make people immersed in beautiful dreams for a long time and relieve the pain in reality.

"Let's go." Constantine said, and put the sandbag back into his jacket pocket.

He hasn't had a good dream in a week, and he can try it tonight.