Not Every Long-Haired Figure with Their Face Covered Is a Female Ghost-It Might Just Be a Shy Long-Haired Girl

Jennifer was humiliated yet again, which didn't surprise Russell at all. It would have been surprising if she had met Freddy in her dream and won.

More than Freddy's appearance, Russell was concerned about something else. "Jennifer, didn't I give you the special medicine? Why didn't you take it?"

"Special medicine...what special medicine?" The scene in the nightmare felt so real that Jennifer was still trembling. Looking at the blood-soaked sheets, she couldn't understand what had happened for a moment. She said in a trembling voice, "If it's the little blue pill, I've already taken it."

Russell's expression changed drastically. The special drug was developed specifically for Freddy. If it lost its effectiveness, Freddy's power would increase to an exaggerated degree.

Freddy's ability is to manipulate dreams, using the fear within his soul to twist dreams into reality.

To put it bluntly, the people he kills in his dreams will also die in reality, and the more people he kills, the stronger he becomes.

Freddy's abilities are overpowered, but they're not without weaknesses. His power comes from people's fear of him, so his greatest fear is being forgotten. If no one remembers him, he's just an ordinary kid who can't distort reality through dreams.

Eliminating Freddy's weakness would be a time-consuming and lengthy project. The adults of Mug Town had done a good job in the past, even changing the name of Elm Street. But this method wouldn't work for Russell; it would be too time-consuming and difficult for one person to accomplish.

Another way is to not sleep. If you don't sleep, you won't dream, and Freddy won't have a chance to take advantage of you.

Many people say they have good sleep quality and never dream while sleeping, but that's impossible. Everyone dreams; the difference is whether you remember the content of your dreams after waking up.

It's impossible not to sleep. Even with Russell's strong physique, he would eventually get tired and need sleep to recover his strength.

Russell knew that pushing himself would only make things worse. When people are extremely tired, their brains enter a state of deep sleep as a self-protective mechanism. In this state, they may not even be able to distinguish whether they are awake or dreaming.

Dreams within dreams, serial dreams, multiple dream states, false wakefulness, sleep paralysis... Some people feel they are awake, but they are sleeping like a log, and even their limbs are moving in a similar way.

Encountering Freddy while exhausted, the chances of being conscious are extremely low; the most likely outcome is being repeatedly pinned down by Freddy. So, if anyone ends up on Elm Street, remember to eat and sleep as usual, relax and don't feel guilty. Also, don't masturbate before bed.

Otherwise, if you're physically exhausted and mentally aroused, you'll be more likely to be pinned down by Freddy!

"Perhaps the special medicine is ineffective against Jennifer's constitution... Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore."

Russell's World Quest is to eliminate the devil's minions, and Freddy is an unavoidable obstacle. He used the special medicine before not to avoid Freddy, but because Jason and Michael had not yet been dealt with. Now that he has no worries, he can confidently face Freddy.

Russell lay down on the bed. "Jennifer, do you still want to sleep?"

What kind of sleep?

Russell: "..."

"If it means the literal meaning, then there's no need." Jennifer shook her head decisively. The scene from her nightmare still haunted her, and she would never dare to sleep again.

"It's good that he's not sleeping. You keep an eye on him. If I do anything unusual, wake me up." Russell closed his eyes. Freddy was Immortal Body in the dream, but once he was dragged into reality, even Jennifer ... well, probably couldn't beat him.

Russell was confident he could entangle with Freddy in the dream for a while. If ordinary people in movies could drag Freddy out, there was no reason he couldn't, as long as Jennifer could wake him up.

"Remember, you must wake me up..."

After playing games all night, Russell quickly drifted off to sleep...

Beep! Beep! Beep...

Russell was jolted awake from his sleep to find himself lying on the cold floor tiles in dim lighting, in a very unfamiliar... cough cough, very strange environment.

The lack of standing urinals and the two rows of closed doors suggest it's a women's restroom. The rugby field outside the window indicates that this women's restroom is located at Mug Town Private High School.

Russell looked solemn. He couldn't have come to the girls' restroom at school for no reason. It had nothing to do with what he thought about during the day and dreamed about at night. Sleepwalking was also impossible; he wasn't that kind of person. So he must be dreaming right now.

That's right, that's exactly it!

The dripping sound in my ear was from the bathroom faucet not being turned off properly.

The water droplets falling on the sink felt like a blow to the heart, making Russell feel uneasy. He went to the sink and reached out to turn on the faucet, but when he looked down, he found that what was dripping from the faucet was not water, but bright red blood.

Russell took a deep breath. "It's just a dream, it won't scare me..."

Women's restrooms have been haunted by evil spirits since ancient times. Whether in the East or the West, they are places where ghosts and monsters congregate, and dripping blood faucets are a common sight.

Russell hesitated for a moment, then reached out and turned the faucet off completely. In Freddy's dream, one must never back down in the face of fear. But to his surprise, the water flowed even stronger, and blood gushed uncontrollably down, flooding the sink and overflowing outwards, covering his hands in sticky, bloody mess.

It feels incredibly realistic!

Russell admitted that the dream struck a chord with his inner fears, possibly stemming from watching too many horror movies as a child, leaving him with a psychological trauma related to women's restrooms.

Splash!

The water suddenly changed from bright red to transparent, as if everything before had been an illusion.

Russell frowned, turned the faucet off completely, picked up a paper towel to wipe the water off his hands, and threw it into the trash can. When he looked up, he saw the last thing he wanted to see in the mirror.

In the mirror that should have reflected Russell himself, a woman with black hair and white clothes lay motionless, her long hair draped over her face; it was unclear whether she was Kayako or Sadako.

Russell's face twitched; his childhood nightmares really were one after another.

Dreams are irreversible, and fear is beyond the control of will; no one can resist Freddy's abilities. With just a little fear, he can amplify it infinitely, like a cat playing with a mouse, gradually eroding a person's will and ultimately dragging them into the abyss to become his prey.

Russell knew this well, and mustered his courage to stare intently at the ghostly figure in the mirror. His eyes flashed with blue light, and he found that his Magic Power was flowing freely. His fear instantly subsided a bit.

"Not all long-haired, white-clad figures are female ghosts. They could also be shy girls with long, straight black hair. They won't scare me. I've had dreams like this before, and they're not scary at all," Russell muttered to himself, trying to steer the conversation away from the main theme.

Snap! Splash!

The mirror shattered, and the female ghost in it suddenly lunged out. Black slime dripped from her ten pale fingers, her black nails glistening with dark fluid. Her long hair was blown away, and bright red blood flowed from her dark eye sockets, creating a stark visual contrast with her pale skin. Her gaping maw opened in an exaggerated arc.

Click!

Russell drew his Desert Eagle God from behind him and shoved the gun barrel into the female ghost's gaping mouth. "Sorry, although you can open your mouth wide enough to swallow a chicken whole, your teeth are too black. Get someone who doesn't smoke."

Bang!

The trigger was pulled, and the female ghost was shattered into pieces by the blue bullet, vanishing into thin air after a shrill scream.

The restroom was silent. Russell walked to the door, turned the knob, and found it locked. He raised his hand and fired another shot. Pushing the door open, he found himself not in a school corridor, but a starry sky and a Milky Way, with a brightly lit city below.

Without a word, Russell closed the door and walked back to the sink, holding a Desert Eagle in each hand. As if investigating, he asked, "The police are checking rooms. Did you all bring your IDs?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights suddenly went out, the bathroom door shook violently, and thick blood gushed out from the cracks in the tiles, quickly forming a pool of blood.

The lattice door was pushed open, and one by one, distinctive monsters emerged: a pumpkin head, a yeti, a vampire, Werewolf, a clown, a ghost doll, a ghost masked killer, a zombie, an alien...

Russell smirked and opened fire on the swarming monsters.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

Amidst the barrage of death, screams and wails continued unabated. With his magazine empty and most of the monsters on the other side barely clinging to life, Russell calmly reloaded his magazine. Facing the oncoming ghost doll, he swung his Blade and cleaved it in two.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

With a burst of fire, all the ghosts vanished into thin air. Russell remained calm and composed. "To be honest, because of cultural differences, that female ghost was more frightening to me."

"Gaga gaga gaga————"

Shocker scream rang out beside him. Russell looked down slightly and saw a small boy, all gray and white, crouching at his feet, his wide-open black mouth emitting strange, inhuman cries.

Bang!

After the gunshot, Russell raised his Desert Eagle and blew on it. "So that's how it is. The female ghost just now was Kayako, with long black hair and the attributes of a married woman... Thinking about it this way, I'm not scared at all!"

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