Screenwriter Mystery

"what!"

With a terrified scream from her mouth, Nancy woke up on the 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 dazzling blood on her fingers and the faint tingling on her cheeks, the fear that had faded in Nancy's heart resurfaced.

"Are you all right, Nancy?"

Pushing open the door of the room, the mother looked at Nancy standing 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 and wiped away the blood from the small wound on her face, and replied calmly.

"Nightmare?"

Hearing Nancy's answer, the mother at the door walked over to the bed and sat down. Looking at the girl who still had a hint of shock on her face, she reached out and touched her cheek.

"Is the nightmare you're talking about like this?"

With a gentle tone, the mother suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled down her face, revealing an ugly face full of burn scars. At the same time, the palm on Nancy's face also turned into a sharp iron claw.

"Ah~"

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

At the same time, Freddy, who was in front of her, admired the girl's screams.

He also grinned open his scarred mouth and let out an unpleasant laughter.

"Nancy, Nancy..."

Elm Street, home.

Looking at the girl who kept screaming on the bed, the mother reached out and shook her arm to shout.

"Happy times are always short."

In the nightmare, I sensed that Nancy was about to wake up.

Freddy let go of the iron claws he put on the girl's face, and took a few steps back to admire Nancy's screaming on the bed.

"But it doesn't matter, because I have already prepared a special place for you on the invitation list, Nancy."

"How could I be willing to eat such a delicious soul like you at one time, looking forward to the scene of our next date in a dream, of course, it will undoubtedly be a nightmare."

Taking off the brown top hat on his head, revealing a bald scarred head without any hair, Freddy bid Nancy a 'gentleman' goodbye.

The next second, he suddenly stretched out the iron claw on his hand to wipe his neck.

The sharp iron claws slid across Freddy's neck, cutting off its 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 was constantly spinning in mid-air, with a harsh laugh coming out of his mouth.

……

"Nancy, Nancy..."

"what!"

At home, she screamed and opened her eyes again.

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

She looked at her worried mother beside the bed, and the scene from the nightmare subconsciously appeared in her mind. She crawled off the bed like crazy, curled up in the corner and shivered.

"It found me, Freddy, 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 kingdom, power, and glory are all It's yours forever... amen."

Elm Street, old church.

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

Under the cross, the priest held the Bible and prayed devoutly.

呲——

呲——呲——

At this moment, a harsh sound came from the church, interrupting the priest's prayer.

Stop praying, the priest looked down at the Bible in his hand, stretched out his hand to draw a cross on his chest, up, down, left and right, and then slowly got up and took heavy steps to some unknown church 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 rusted iron lock, and a hint of hesitation flashed in the priest's cloudy eyes.

In his ears, the piercing sound that was constantly resounding like a fingernail across a blackboard made the hesitancy in the priest's eyes turn into firmness.

Click!

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

With a hard turn, the rusted iron lock was opened.

squeak-

Taking off the rusted iron lock, the priest lowered his head and crossed his head and prayed softly, and then pushed open the iron door in front of him.

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

What appeared behind the iron gate was a dilapidated small courtyard. Because of the long-term unmaintained relationship, the courtyard was already covered with all kinds of weeds, covering the original road in the courtyard. A dead black tree fell in the center of the courtyard. The surface of the trunk had already decayed into black soil. In the pitted holes, you could vaguely see the appearance of worms squirming.

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

On a dry well that has long since dried up.

……

"Looks like the sheriff didn't lie."

The next day~www.readwn.com~in the town police station.

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

"This Freddy is indeed a crazy guy."

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

Pick up the only photo in the archives with Freddie's face on it.

Amanda looked at the man in the photo, wearing a red and green striped sweater and smiling brightly.

A look of disgust appeared on his face.

"Such a mad murderer, the court would make a verdict of innocence."

"Since the Simpson case, I have never given any hope to those judges who are high above."

Simpson's wife murder case can be called one of the most controversial scandals in American judiciary.

Even after winning the lawsuit, Simpson went from a rich star to a pauper.

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

Since Simpson's wife murder case, everyone wants to be a defense attorney in the next Simpson case.

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

At the same time, it has also led to the fact that the first choice of the federal police when enforcing the law is to shoot and kill criminals, instead of waiting for the court to start a so-called legal battle with the vicious lawyers.

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

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