Chapter 286

When Hoffa woke up again, he found himself lying on a wide beach. In front of us is a vast expanse of ocean. The beach is surrounded by thick fog and extremely distorted sunlight. We can't see anything clearly.

But he was used to it.

"Little monster, is that you?"

Murmured Hoffa, sitting on the edge of the sea of dreams.

"It's me."

There was a faint voice in my ear.

Hoffa turned his head and saw a strange little monster floating quietly in his ear. It had a fuzzy black smoke head. There was a white light spot in the middle of his head. Under his body was a shaking tentacle - the God of nightmares, Leviathan's young son.

"Why don't you just look like that? You look good."

The little monster replied, "fifty years, no one remembers me any more. Now I can only live in the consciousness of other creatures

"Where did you find the beauty? Can't it be like that in your dream?" Hoffa said with a smile: "your appearance is really not in line with the human aesthetic."

"Looking for a beautiful female to be my host is just because it's convenient for us to act in human society and we can get a lot of convenience, but it doesn't make sense for our next actions."

"Hum... Everyone thinks so much of me." Hoffa said, "I want you to come fifty years after me."

"I can't do it. I'm just a young boy. I can't bear the tear of time, but I still keep my promise. I found you in the world 50 years later. "

"I'll help you recover, and you'll help me survive."

"Not bad."

"But I don't need you to live well."

"It's too early to say that. Come with me." Calm finish, the little monster floating in the air, left the beach, all the way to the fog.

Hoffa got up behind the little monster and asked, "are you going to take me to the nightmare world? I won't be afraid of any nightmare now."

"This is not your nightmare." The little monster said calmly, "it's the nightmare of the world."

With that, the fog gradually dispersed, and another strange world appeared in front of Hoffa.

Steel fortresses stand on the ground, and the sky is full of black smoke, as if there is no day in the world. Several huge airships are floating in the sky, and the main tone of all colors is black. In the distance, Big Ben is entangled by countless steel pipes. On the street, there are steel pipes leading to the distance. They are intertwined with each other, cold and thick, like the thick blood vessels of primitive creatures, all over the body surface.

"Where is this?"

"London 50 years ago, the world after you left."

Said the little monster.

London 50 years ago?

Hoffa walked slowly along the strange narrow street. The street was deserted and silent. There was no sign of any country or power on the rusty steel pipe. If it wasn't for the building in the distance that could barely tell it was Big Ben, he couldn't recognize it as England.

"Germany won?" Hoffa asked.

"No, no one won, everyone lost."

Little monster light said.

At this time, Hoffa saw a figure coming in the distance, a scavenger. He was carrying a broom, dragging a big box, sweeping in the street, he was wearing a black poncho, thin, more strange is the head with a strange cage, the cage has an arm long, firmly inlaid above his neck, sealed with iron lock.

In this way, the sweeper sweeps from a distance mechanically bit by bit. When he slowly sweeps past Hoffa, Hoffa notices that the guy's eyes are closed when he sweeps the floor.

"Hello... Hello

Hoffa went up to the sweeper and wanted to touch him.

The palm of his hand went straight through him.

"You can't wake him up. It's just a memory for me." Said the little monster.

"How can he dress like this?" Looking at the cleaner's back, he asked in confusion.

"He's sleepwalking."

Little monster light said.

"Sleepwalking!" Hoffa didn't respond.

....

the little monster didn't answer. It circled around, and the London street in front of it was like an ink painting in a deep pool. The pipes, sweepers and metal Big Ben disappeared without a trace.

Then, the dense black was recombined, and the color became dark red like blood. When the dark color is regrouped.

This time, Hoffa found himself standing on the iron frame of a huge factory building.

Under him, there are steel production lines. On the production line, there are neatly cut pieces of meat, and the clang sound of machine impact reverberates in his ears.

The machine is constantly wriggling, the mechanical arm is rotating, constantly grabbing all kinds of meat on the assembly line and throwing it into a huge scarlet blender.The pieces of meat were squeezed into minced meat and dropped from the machine. And then it is transported away by the assembly line, which is the cold world of diesel punk.

In the distance, rows of people with their heads in cages came out of the workshop, all men, with their eyes closed, holding some food raw materials, dead deer, dead cattle, dead pigs, dead sheep.

The men holding the corpses, with metal cages on their heads and eyes closed, put the dead animals on the assembly line like ants, cut them into pieces by machines, and then throw them into the red blender all the way through the assembly line.

"This is a food factory in Berlin." The little monster floated in Hoffa's ear. "There are factories like this all over the place, which are responsible for providing food for the living."

"These people... Are sleepwalking?"

Hoffa looked at the men working on the assembly line. It was unbelievable that people could work with their eyes closed.

"Everyone." The little monster said calmly.

At this time, on the other side of the assembly line, two big men with their heads against the cage closed their eyes and walked out. They threw a thin and old human body onto the assembly line. The cold machine on the assembly line dismembered the corpse in the blink of an eye and introduced the blender.

This scene made Hoffa's stomach sour. He bent down and covered his mouth in horror: "do people eat the same?"

"Ethics no longer exists." The little monster said calmly.

...

before Hoffa had time to express his opinion, the horrible flesh and blood factory turned into blood red smoke and dissipated a little bit.

Then, the smoke recombined. This time, the little monster took him to a dining hall of tens of thousands of square meters, with hundreds of windows and thousands of neatly arranged tables and chairs.

In the restaurant, countless caged people lined up with their eyes closed. Each of them carried a metal tray in their hands and moved slowly like an ant colony.

Behind the window, chefs in black, with metal cages on their heads and eyes closed, put food on each person's tray.

The food is boiled vegetables and processed protein. There are even hair and teeth in the protein. It doesn't make people have the slightest appetite, it just makes people nauseous.

But no one saw it.

Hoffa walked between the tables and chairs. The more he walked, the more frightened he was. The caged people sat on the chairs and mechanically picked out the food from the plate and put it into their mouth through the cracks in the cage of their heads. There was no voice in the dining room of tens of thousands of people. Only the jingle of knives and forks makes people feel numb and creepy.

Quiet eating.

Little monster: "this is the world that sylby Spencer used me to create. In this world, no one can escape from dreams. They sleepwalk, work, breed and live in the real world

"All mankind in captivity?"

"That's understandable."

"It's you... Sylby..."

Hoffa looked at the caged people in the restaurant, who were eating in silence. He suddenly wanted to laugh. There was no crime, no violence, and everyone was equal. Isn't this the Utopia in legend?

But his lips twitched a few times and he couldn't laugh at all.

It's horrible.

"Did no one resist?" "There are so many people, so many witches in the world," he asked with a trembling voice. "Is there no one who resists him

"They're fighting." The little monster's calm voice was rare with a hint of irony. "But not in this world. Do you want to go to their dreams and have a look?"

"Their dreams?"

"Yes, the dream of a captive fifty years ago."

"Take me with you." Hoffa murmured. Seeing such a cold and terrible world, his brain was going down. He felt that he knew his old opponent, but now it seemed that he knew nothing about Silby.

The little monster flies to a silent sleepwalker and dances around his head.

After that, Hoffa's consciousness fell into the darkness.

When he woke up again, the restaurant disappeared, the people who ate disappeared, and the monotonous smoke recombined again. This time, the recombined time was much longer than Hoffa expected. Finally, the smoke differentiated into colorful colors, gradually formed colorful flowers and fell from the sky.

Under the flowers, a huge stone sculpture of Silby is built on the mountain, thousands of meters high. It keeps a gesture of smiling and picking flowers, just like Buddha.

The Milky spring poured down from his fingers. On the grass at his feet, countless men and women were running happily. They were naked, and everyone was as beautiful as an angel. Milk flows in the mountains and rivers, colorful fruits grow on the grass, and colorful rainbows fall from the sky.

Some people are drinking on the mountain high money, some are holding their lovers under the trees, some are sitting in front of a table more than ten meters long and overeating, but they can't finish all the exquisite food.

Everything is beautiful beyond description.

So is the happiest heaven.The warm breeze blew through Hoffa's head. He stood on the grass with his eyes wide open. After experiencing the cold and cruel experience, he could imagine his psychological complexity.

Little monster: "this is the real world in their eyes. Most people can't tell the difference between dream and reality. If everyone thinks this kind of life is real, what's the need to resist?"

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In the dark, the wonderful dream like classical oil painting disappeared.

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...

Hoffa sat on the chair when he woke up from his dream.

I don't know when the cold sweat has penetrated his back, he returned to reality from the dream, surrounded by scattered instruments, comatose band members.

Thousands of people who watched him in the theater fell to the ground and fell asleep. At this moment, Hoffa can really see the appearance of the people who come to the theater to watch their performances. They are poor tramps, drug addicts, unemployed vagrants, or rebellious punk teenagers...

"Hoo."

He gave a long sigh.

Dada dada...

behind the quiet stage, came the footsteps of the God of nightmares.

The blonde woman came to Hoffa from behind and said calmly and coldly, "if it's not forced, who will believe that the cold and rough world is real."

"Isn't that what you want?" Hoffa said softly, "if everyone believes in you and lives in a dream, it's just around the corner for you to recover your ancient physique."

"You're wrong. I'm the God of nightmares, not dreams." The blonde said coldly, "sylby Spencer used me and profaned Me. He will pay for it. "

"Let him pay the price, let him have nightmares."

"I can't do it." Said the God of nightmares.

"Why?"

"He can bear all nightmares and stay awake forever, so I have nothing to do with him."

"It's really Silby. God can't help you." Hoffa half mocked himself and half said to himself: "however, the God of nightmare can't kill a cursed guy, but he can't use any magic. You just destroy him."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about gods?" The blonde said, "we are the embodiment of the laws of the world, representing the rules and obeying them absolutely. I'm a nightmare. I can't interfere with reality in the rules.

Even if you want to kill sylby and get freedom, you have to support another human to kill him. You will never do it yourself. Just like the God of death will never take the initiative to stretch out his sickle in front of mortals, it can only be people who kill people. "

"So you want me to go back 50 years?"

"Not bad."

"You're still so outspoken about your goals." Hoffa covered his face.

The blonde woman stared at him and saw his scalp numb all the time.

Hoffa raised his head. "I don't want to be a tool for anyone, including you, the God of nightmares, the son of Leviathan."

The blonde said slowly, "you have no choice."

"I have a choice." Hoffa clenched his fist.

"I'm sorry, I know what you think, but your existence at the moment is not as stable as you think." The woman turned her back to him. "The existence of this world is based on your defeat of sylby Spencer, but the longer you stay in this world, the less real the result is.

When you spend more time in this world than a certain threshold, the world will be replaced by the nightmare world created by sylby Spencer.

By then, all the people around you will be sleepwalkers. At that time, even if you want to go back, it won't help. That's what he meant by banishing you 50 years later. "