The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The dream is unreasonable. This closed hedge maze obviously has no lighting, but cold incandescent light falls from the top of the head.The entrance disappears automatically after someone comes in, probably because the owner of the dream subconsciously doesn't want Freddy to catch up.

It seems that the only way to leave is through the exit.

Sherlock is an extremely detail-oriented person, knowing data such as his pace and heart rate like the back of his hand, and can use this as a measurement standard when he loses his tools.

But the shrunken body was too strange, and he walked in it for a while before he managed to calculate the astonishing area of ​​this underground hedge maze, which was about four acres, or [-] square meters.

The vast area and complicated labyrinth are nothing, what troubles Sherlock is the current physical state.

"No, no, no, I really can't walk anymore." Fu Zhao's eyes completely darkened, and he knelt down on the ground and shook his head desperately before he could speak, "I don't have any strength at all, I really want to be torn in two by Freddy now Half."

Sherlock gave the last help in contempt, and looked around the tall plant walls: "If you die here, Freddy will not wander around the city, and I will be happy too."

Fu Zhao's closed eyes immediately opened!Sitting on the ground, he cursed with his last breath: "There is no humanity at all, I'm going to the headquarters to sue you!"

"It's up to you." Sherlock let go of his supporting hand and walked away, "Generally speaking, in order to keep players interested in breaking through the maze in the playground, there will be some rewards, such as placing a treasure chest on the dead end. ,I'll try and find it."

It took Fu Zhao a long time to digest this sentence, and he lay down straight on the ground: "Then you come back quickly, my family members died before I was old enough to play various entertainment facilities, I have always wanted to play games Come on, but after entering the organization, there is no chance..."

That's why I unconsciously hope for a playground.

Sherlock analyzed the reason why he became smaller, but he was not particularly interested, and his figure quickly disappeared between the green walls.

The scratches caused by Freddy extend from the shoulders to the abdomen. It may be difficult for ordinary people to get up after being injured. Fu Zhao can drag his body that is gradually losing blood alive and kicking for so long, which probably confirms the saying "the scourge will last for a thousand years".

The only sound in the hedge maze was the sound of breathing. Fu Zhao closed his eyes and lay down for a while, when he suddenly noticed a strange noise in front of him.

He slightly opened the slit under the glare, and sat up with his body propped up: "Sherlock...where did you find these?"

Sherlock, who went back and forth, squatted in front of him with a simple medicine box in his hand: "The dead end in the depths of the maze, everything is packed in the box."

"That's it..." Fu Zhao untied the small windbreaker that was tied around his body, revealing his ripped face, "I was just thinking that it would be great if you found a medicine bandage, and you brought it back."

Under the wish of the dream master, everything can come true.

Sherlock put the medicine box aside and opened it. When he took out the dressing supplies, he took out a pack of snacks from his trouser pocket with one hand: "Actually, I want a maze map more than this kind of waste."

Reflexively raised his hand to catch it, and found that it was actually a bag of spicy strips!However, he put it aside without tearing open the package, first sprinkled the medicine for hemostasis and analgesia on the wound, and drank up the few sticks of glucose that replenished his strength while Sherlock was helping to wrap the bandage.

Finally, there was no longer the occasional darkness in front of Fu Zhao's eyes, and the pain of the freshly cleaned wound was greatly relieved. He got up and took a few steps tentatively and turned back: "No problem."

Sherlock stepped over the small windbreaker on the ground and walked straight forward: "Freddie should be looking for the entrance of the maze. Even if he enters, he may not be able to find us in the first place, and there is still a chance to destroy him."

His appearance was too different from that of an adult, and he completely put away his sense of maturity, but his sharp and firm gray eyes did not change at all, as if he had stuffed the soul of an adult into the body of a child.

The clothes inside the talisman were completely torn and could not be buttoned up, so he had to wrap his coat tighter, and asked shamelessly: "What if he is waiting for us at the exit?"

Sherlock glanced back at him, and turned left around the maze wall: "As long as you don't want it to happen, it won't happen."

For example, the medicine box and snacks I found just now, those two things are urgently needed by Fu Zhao now. The fact that "there is a treasure chest in the maze" makes sense objectively, but I am afraid to tell him directly that "there is a different-dimensional space in the box." "Gate" or "Ultraman Wandering in the Labyrinth" are estimated to be too outrageous to become real.

Although the amulet is the master of this dream, he has found a way to indirectly influence the amulet to achieve his goal, as long as he establishes the relevant cognition.

Sherlock went around in the hedge maze, remembering the route he had traveled so far, and had a plan in his mind to deal with the enemy in his dream.

"Freddie was burned alive as a serial killer. Although he returned to the world from hell after death, the fire should be effective for him." There was a dead end in front of him, and Sherlock turned and walked in another direction.

Fu Zhao followed behind slowly, rubbing his eyes tiredly: "Then I call for a barrel of gasoline and a lighter to fall from the sky in my heart, do you think this is useful?"

"..." Sherlock ignored his question, stood in the middle of the fork and paused for a moment, and chose the passage on the right.

Anyway, hints have been planted in the subconscious mind, and the goal has been achieved.

Turned right three times in a row, and it was a dead end again.There is no difference between the trimmed and flat plant walls of the hedge maze. It is always the same green, and it seems to be spinning in circles no matter how long you walk.

In the map sketched in Sherlock's mind, if the maze was circular, they were already relatively close to the center, but with Freddy's trace missing, he took every step with extra care.

Now that he has entered the playground, there is no safe place to speak of in Fu Zhao's dream. Who knows where he has gone now?

Maybe waiting for prey around the next corner.

Of course, Sherlock would not tell Fu Zhao these words, lest he make the situation worse by thinking wildly.

He had every reason to believe that if Freddy hadn't acted first, the temporary worker from the Security Bureau would have offered to cooperate in the crime long ago!

Always ready to go astray, he looked at the unchanging scenery around him with disgust: "I'm so tired...have we walked for at least an hour? I feel like I'm still standing still, or you're carrying me behind my back."

Sherlock was exploring the way ahead and slipped on the flat ground! "I'm only eight years old now, are you sure?"

"I believe you have a 1.8-meter mature man's soul in your heart." Fu Zhao carelessly opened his arms and rushed over, "Anyway, this is my dream, I believe you can recite it."

At present, Sherlock, who was over a meter long, bore the weight of two people, and barely stood still with his upper body shaking, immediately leaving deep footprints on the dirt floor.

But Fu Zhaoda had the attitude of not leaving without anyone's back, so he had to compromise: "I can help you, but I can't have any opinions along the way, and the speed should be faster than now."

"No problem!" Fu Zhao nodded hastily, loosened his arms and hooked his shoulders with one hand, handed over part of his body weight, and immediately hummed easily.

Sherlock...in fact, I really want to leave this guy and let him go on a blind date with Freddy!However, after the talisman died, the evil ghost living in the dream might become even more arrogant.

The air in the hedge maze is stagnant, and even the voice of speech will be quickly swallowed by the thick green bushes, and the surrounding scenery remains unchanged except for the dead end.

Fu Zhao stared at the entangled branches and leaves on the bush wall, and his tone suddenly became serious: "If you meet Freddy here, you should wake up quickly."

"Huh?" Sherlock uttered a single syllable perfunctorily, and his non-patterned leather shoes stepped on the ground as usual, obviously not listening to him.

"Although he doesn't have a physical body, his attack methods in the dream are physics-based, and a child like you can't beat him." Fu Zhao firmly touched his lean and strong chest with his left hand, "But there should be no problem in escaping. .”

Sherlock carried half of his body with difficulty, his footsteps were heavy but he didn't feel particularly tired: "It seems that I need to tell you what knowledge is power... Do you feel that he has entered the maze?"

Fu Zhao silently nodded and turned to the right again, the light above his head suddenly became dazzling and turned pure white, forcing him to squint his eyes.

The center of the maze has finally arrived, and they are already halfway there!

Different from the dark brown muddy ground along the way, the central circular area is paved with solid stone slabs, and symbols appear in a certain entrance, and the high wall of plants is intermittent, revealing several passages leading to other directions.

And of course... and Freddy, approaching at a zombie-like mechanical pace, his bony body wrapped in a dirty sweater, his face covered with hideous protruding burn marks under his hat.

"Hey, I hope you're ready to be killed by me this time. Actually, I was a little nervous just now. After all, I haven't committed a crime for so long since I moved to the West District. I feel better now that I'm fully prepared..." Freddy slowly raised his voice. He raised his right hand, and the metal blades tied to his five fingers flowed white light.

Fu Zhao grabbed the branches and leaves of the bush wall and straightened his upper body, ignoring the clear pain with a smile: "No, no, you are definitely not ready, and you will never be ready. Speaking of which, do you only have one claw? Wolverine is There are a couple."

"It's okay, I can make another one if I kill you!" Freddy angrily put away his stiff feet, and ran towards him with great agility!

The exposed skin was scarred from old wounds, and the mouth under the hooked nose always maintained a sinister upward curve.

"Ahhh, don't come here. This is the kind of image I'm more afraid of. I can't bear it even more if you wear a white dress like a coconut!" Sherlock tugged back, "When you find out that I can't beat him, you should wake up quickly, do you hear me?"

Can a male ghost in a white dress really create a terrifying atmosphere?

Sherlock coughed immaturely and reminded again: "This is your dream, how strong he is depends on how strong you think he is."

When he was chased at the beginning of the dream, Freddy followed him no matter how long he ran, because Fu Zhao subconsciously believed that he could never get rid of him.

Just refuse to believe...refuse to believe in the power of that demon.

"I haven't destroyed the world yet, so I can't die here yet." Fu Zhao repeatedly hinted in his heart that he actually had a small universe, and summoned up the courage to meet the sharp claw directly.

The injured body was fairly flexible, but the speed was much slower than usual. Freddy's right hand equipped with a blade brushed against his neck, and Fu Zhao avoided the blade and kicked him hard.

Very good, hit the abdomen, barely considered revenge!

Freddy couldn't feel the pain, and he wobbled to his feet. He dropped his brown top hat and revealed his whole face: "I'm going to cut you into pieces like this..."

He stretched out his left hand under the large sweater, and cut off a section of his little finger with a flash of sharp claws!Thin green blood gushes out from the fracture...

Fu Zhao felt that the ice cream was rolling in his stomach after eating it, and looked away: "It's so crazy that I even cut myself, I really don't understand you ghosts more and more."

Before he finished his indecent words, Freddy rushed over again, and the severed little finger of his left hand had healed as before!

Fu Zhao glanced at Sherlock who was standing in a safe place from the corner of his eye, and backed away to the central area of ​​the hedge maze, his shoes rubbing against the marble floor made harsh noises.

Freddy, who was feared to increase his strength, had the aura of a full-level large-scale abuse of a novice. The unarmed talisman tried to summon the weapons in his memory, but nothing appeared.

Probably subconsciously deny the appearance of this unobjective fact...

Fu Zhao shrank his body so as not to affect the wound, and when he was slightly distracted, Freddy's sharp claws pierced through his abdomen and nailed him to the ground!A large amount of blood spread from under his body, staining the gray and white marble. He frowned and looked at Freddy on his body, and finally sighed: "I can't beat it at all..."

"I've caught you." Freddy's right paw stuck in his abdomen contracted, feeling the visceral tremor through the metal, with a sinister smile, "Thank God, do you have any last words?"

Fu Zhao lay on his back, his vitality was drained along with his blood, his absent-minded eyes turned to the air, a thin line of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "Yes... Sherlock said that you came out of hell, and there might be someone in the maze who can get out of this predicament." method……"

"And then? You can't do it, you are too afraid of me, look at your own condition, feel the pain now, is this really just a dream?" Freddy shook the sharp knife that pierced his body, letting the pain It is more obvious, and it also strengthens the recognition of the "facts" by the injured.

As long as Fu Zhao believed that he was injured, it would be impossible to reverse the situation!

Freddy squatted beside him, tilting his head to look at his eyes that were losing vitality and gradually closing, and suddenly felt a certain change in the surrounding atmosphere!

No, Fu Zhao's near-death situation hasn't changed in any way, he can't overthrow the cognition in his heart!

The change came from the ground, the marble under his feet suddenly collapsed and cracked, revealing the scorching hot magma below!

The scarlet blast instantly changed the color of the surroundings, and the suffocating smell of sulfur filled the hedge maze

"Hell is here, let's go back." Fu Zhao, who was only hanging on his breath, suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils shining brightly, turned over and strangled Freddy's neck and pressed him down!

The ground collapsed into a hollow, and the two people fell together quickly. The magma from hell burst into flames, and the flames rolled up into the sky crazily!

Freddy's right hand pinned him tighter, and squeezed out a stiff and twisted smile: "Honey, are you ready to go to hell with me? Let's continue our blind date there."

Not to be outdone, Fu Zhao spit out a mouthful of blood, tilting his head, ignoring the pain that almost made him faint: "Okay, I shouldn't be afraid of you after I become a ghost."

A cold voice came from the top of the head: "——Since you have accepted the end of death, then the pension will belong to me, no objection."

Fu Zhao raised his head subconsciously: "Dream! That's my salary, it's the first time I've been paid when I grow up!"

The juvenile version of Sherlock rushed over at the moment the ground cracked, his five fingers tightly pinching the back collar of his jacket, the pale veins on the tips of his two fingers popped out, and he said with difficulty: "If you still want a salary, just climb up alive!" .”

"It's useless." Fu Zhao was completely suspended in the air, resisting the urge to shake his head so as not to drag him down, his upturned eyes reflected his face, "I'm over 100 catties, even if you grow up, you can't take it down." I dragged to the ground, and..."

"Hahahaha, then save me too!" Freddy's right hand was even stronger, not only the sharp blade equipped, but even five fingers did not enter the body of the talisman!

It's so interesting. Someone once beat him back to hell in a dream. I thought it was a repeat of the past failure. Who knows there will be a turnaround?

Sherlock's soft bun face twisted due to excessive force, and continued to growl through gritted teeth: "You have decided that you will die in the magma, and you will never wake up in reality after you fall! Get rid of him, I can put You pull to the ground!"

The sophisticated brain has long come to such an impossible conclusion. He is a person who will not do useless work, but he still chooses to try when he complies with the law.

But the current situation is that no matter whether he is willing to let go or not, he will let himself slip into hell because of bearing two people.

"The Crab Crab Fort hasn't been eaten yet..." Fu Zhao was hanging in the air and getting closer to the magma, suddenly thought of some firm will, enduring the bone-piercing pain and forcefully pulled out the five sharp blades that penetrated the abdomen!

Freddy's only connection with him was completely cut off, and he was kicked into the fiery hell!

Sherlock was relieved to bear the weight of one less person, but Fu Zhao's actions just now made him slide slowly into the abyss, with his waist completely suspended and only his toes rubbing against the ground.

"Ah, it seems useless. If you don't let go, you will fall." Fuzhao calmly stated the facts, blood fell into the magma along the toes, and the smell of sulfur was filled with scorching blood.

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly and did not express his opinion, desperately turning his brain to find the possibility of changing the status quo.

It would be useless to deceive him into an adult by deceiving him, if only he could enter other people's dreams...

Sherlock suddenly came to his senses, pulled the black tie off his neck and stuffed it into his hand, emphasizing loudly: "This is from my dream, and you can enter my dream with it! You must come here!"