Super Detective in the Fictional World

ow that she was already ready.

Luke had his own trump cards, but he still preferred to be a little more prepared.
Selina was now observing the activity in the room via the surveillance camera Luke had set up.

Selina had napped for an hour in the afternoon and was on full alert, unlike some unlucky PR manager.

Receiving a response from his staunch backup, Luke’s attention returned to Nancy and Quentin and he noticed slight changes in their physical conditions.

Their breathing and heart rates had sped up a little, but it wasn’t too intense yet.

Freddy had probably already dragged them into the nightmare, but this was just the prelude to the main act.

He turned to the side and smiled at Kris.
“Trust me.
All of you will walk out of here safe and sound.”

He then closed his eyes and lay his hands on Nancy and Quentin’s heads, activating Mental Communication.

The next moment, the scene changed.

Luke found himself in some sort of classroom.

It was completely dark outside the windows, and there was only one pale and dusky light in the classroom.
Only a few toys and items were scattered around; there was no one here.

Luke didn’t linger here for long and stepped outside.

In the corridor, he heard the echo of faint singing.
Several little girls seemed to be singing a nursery rhyme, and there was the rhythmic slap of a rope.

Luke walked down the corridor to a classroom at the end.
The door was wide open, and he saw three girls in white dresses inside.

They were playing jump rope as one of the girls jumped in the middle and they sang a nursery rhyme together.

“One, two, Freddy’s coming for you… “Three, four, lock your door…” They seemed to have noticed him, but nothing changed in their expressions as they continued jumping and singing.
In the shadow of the pale fluorescent light, their eyes were like black holes as they stared at him.

Luke tilted his head, and after surveying the scene, suddenly chuckled.
“This guy is really a pervert, but this really is creative.
Too bad he’s using it for something like this.”

Shaking his head, he walked past.

In the classroom behind him, the three girls turned their heads and watched him walk away as they continued swinging the rope and jumping.
Their monotonous voices echoed in the corridor.

“Five, six, grab your crucifix…

“Seven, eight, gonna stay up late…”

Luke had reached the end of the corridor by then and he opened the door that had the word “Maintenance” on it to reveal a space filled with all kinds of metal pipes.

Behind him, the girls were still singing.
“Nine, ten, never sleep again…”

As Luke stepped into the room, the singing came to an abrupt halt.

He turned his head, only to see that there wasn’t a door behind him but only a dark wall.
The dim red light in this space was like a layer of blood that was nauseating to look at.

“This guy’s ability… I really want it!” Luke mumbled.

The ability to enter dreams wasn’t just useful in a fight.

If he wanted to, he could create a dream of a sunny beach and endless amounts of delicious food to satisfy a particular glutton.
He could come up with whatever food she wanted, and she would never overeat nor lose weight.

Similarly, he could make suspects believe that they were in a safe place and talking to a safe party.
It would be far easier than using any kind of interrogation to circumvent their psychological barriers.

And this was only considering the ability’s use in legitimate work or battle.