421, The Master of Dreams

"Devils... you devil."

In an autopsy room.

Freddy leaned against the corner, his hands flailing wildly, and his eyes filled with panic and terror.

"I know it's you, Du Wei, you devil, come out!"

In front of him.

On the autopsy table, a white cloth covered a body.

Originally, the autopsy table was empty.

But a few minutes earlier, the white cloth had inflated on its own and formed the outline of a body.

Freddy was almost driven insane by this haunted place.

But he also knew it very well.

It was that man's subconscious dreaming.

Although Freddy couldn't figure out why that man had switched his own dream onto himself, he knew.

That man must have had a backup plan, a way to get himself out, or to return here.

"Don't try to mislead me, I know that definitely isn't your corpse, stop pretending!"

"I won't be deceived by you again!"

Freddy was now on the verge of a breakdown.