Chapter 349

"If he puts the world to sleep."

Hoffa looked up at the heavy rain: "then he must achieve something."

The reinforced concrete world is an anti utopian social jungle. The shabby old neon lights are shining on the streets. The rain under his feet reflects the tall figure of the young man. He looks down at the glass windows on the street. In the mirror, his black hair and black pupil face are cold and firm.

"Global sleep must be a means, not an end."

"Don't you know his goal?"

The God of nightmare asked with a smile: "you are his most important opponent. Even if he works hard, he will be imprisoned in the time cage. I think you may have some understanding of his goal."

"Sorry, I don't know."

Hoffa said frankly that he turned a blind eye to the aggressive attitude of the God of nightmares.

A month ago, he returned to his own era from the world 50 years later. The time has come to 1945, and the time he spent in the future has been deducted.

If 50 years later, the world will only be affected and most people will fall into a nap. So the world we see now has entered deep sleep.

The previous war is gone, the allies are gone, and the axis powers are gone. As Nicole lemme once told him, no one wins, and everyone loses.

The torrential rain is crashing down, as if there is no end forever. In the mist, a few pedestrians walk past them. They are slow but steady with iron black cages. Their faces behind the cage, with a sweet and satisfied smile, on the cold rain fell on their bodies but as if unheard of.

Since returning to the world for 30 days, Hoffa has been trying to find the trace of sylby Spencer, but to no avail. The world was so big that he didn't know where to find the man. The power of the God of nightmares was almost completely elevated by Silby, and it had no effect except to use some provocations in his ears.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and raised his hand to knock down a sleepwalker.

"What are you going to do?" The God of nightmare exclaimed, "you are crazy. We can't find him in the dream. If you are lost in the dream world, there is no hope at all."

"I will not."

Hoffa said firmly. "It's not that easy."

With that, he broke off the cage on the pedestrian's head.

After removing the cage, the man's chest heaved violently, like a fish out of the water, struggling frantically. He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated and began to howl.

"Look, dream dependence. These people are addicted to dreams."

The God of nightmares said anxiously, "this is the terrible part of a beautiful dream. Once you fall into it, it's harder to come out than a nightmare."

"Return... Return... Give... Me..."

while speaking, the man on the ground buckled the floor tiles, his thin arm was blue, and he had all ten nails removed. Then he rolled and grabbed his throat with both hands, so hard that he spurted a stream of blood from his mouth.

"If he doesn't return the cage to him, he may kill himself. It is impossible for people who have experienced beautiful dreams to endure the roughness of the real world. " The God of nightmare looked at him with a sigh.

"How much time does he have?" Hoffa asked coldly.

"Maybe three minutes, maybe two."

"Enough."

At this moment, the speed of time flow in the real world slowed down thousands of times, the falling raindrops became fixed decorations in the air, mixed with ruby like red liquid, neon tubes remained unchanged for a long time, the ground was twisted, the struggling man was like a withered root carving, sticking out his tongue.

"Don't you think about it any more? It must be easier to destroy his body in the real world. You know, he is cursed."

"Curse..."

Hoffa laughs at himself. He still remembers the terrible explosion he made in that year and his determination to climb out of the explosion.

In fact, he felt that he knew Silby very well, but it was because of his understanding that he didn't dare to delay for a moment. This guy was thoughtful, determined and ruthless, and his followers kept coming. In the two short battles with him, he didn't get any benefits. In fact, he paid a heavy price.

The first is wand, the second is fatil's life.

This time, his intelligence is even less than ever before. Hoffa knew nothing about what he was doing or thinking.

"He's not so fragile. I know he must be plotting something. He can't spend time with such people. Make sure you find him. "

He said, without hesitation put the cage on his head.

...

it seems that he was pushed into the water and began to fall after a plop.

...

when he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him changed.

Just cold, cramped, wet, steel world disappeared.The warm sun shone on Hoffa's face from the sky, and he stood in an extremely dreamy kingdom. The leaves of the tree are shining with crystal clear green light, and the fruit is one after another, like ice cream, and the air is filled with sweet and greasy fragrance.

The fountains on both sides of the road spray milky milk. Every ten meters, there are glittering tables. The table can't see the end at a glance. On it are all the delicious food that human beings have wanted since ancient times, such as roast suckling pig, roast whole sheep, roast whole cow, even roast beauty and roast handsome brother. Some food can't even be named, and they are extravagant.

Hoffa picked up a red wine glass from the table and drank it in one gulp. After that, the glass filled automatically.

He poured the glass down again, and the liquor turned into a spirit, and ran away hand in hand.

It's like surfing the Internet in later generations, but it's a hundred times, a thousand times, a thousand times more real than surfing the Internet. He completely immersed his consciousness in a complete Utopia.

Hoffa thought that if there is any place where the ultimate ideal of communism, that is, material wealth, has really been realized, it should be here.

"Blasphemy."

A slight sneer came from behind, and Hoffa looked back.

The God of nightmares appeared out of thin air and became the beautiful blonde elephant who had been looking for him 50 years later. Its body was wrapped in yellow silk, in a perfect s shape, and no defect could be found.

"See, that guy is determined to fight me."

The God of nightmare gritted his teeth.

"The food here is endless ~"

"the time here is not enough ~"

"the scenery here is the most beautiful ~"

"the songs here are the most melodious ~"

exciting songs come from the distance.

It turned out that men and women were singing on the stage.

Some of them are dressed in the clothes of the ancient Egyptians, some in the pleated skirts of the middle ages, some dressed like Renaissance painters, and some even happily naked.

They are handsome men and beautiful women, as if everyone is wearing the top beauty camera.

Under the stage, there are a group of people waving flags and shouting for the performance, and then cheering for their crude songs and dances.

"This is the dream world they share."

"They're here to share their fantasies and fulfill what they can't do in the real world," said Henhen, the God of nightmares

"Who are those people?"

Hoffa looked at the fanatical audience, dressed as if they were plain and out of tune with the dreamy and bright side of the world.

"They're not real people, they're group subconsciouss."

The God of nightmare kept his voice to a very low level and said: "the performance must have an audience to be wonderful, but everyone is eager to stand in the center of the stage, and no one wants to be an audience, so the dreamer imagined a group of audience to come out and satisfy their vanity."

"So."

Hoffa knows.

But at this time, those who were cheering and cheering subconsciously stopped clapping, their smile disappeared and became gloomy. Then, they turned around and looked at Hoffa and the God of nightmare, and the atmosphere immediately became gloomy.

Not only that, several men in police uniform walked out from four corners of the street. They squinted and fixed their eyes firmly on Hoffa's face, as if they wanted to see some flowers on his face.

Hoffa said with a thump, "we're being watched."

The God of nightmare also saw the guys dressed up by the police, his face turned pale: "ah, oh... Found."

He thought for a moment, "kiss me."

"What?" Hoffa hasn't responded yet.

The God of nightmares immediately hugged him, face to face kiss on Hoffa's lips, this kiss is very real. Soft and delicate, breathing on Hoffa's face is itchy.

But it wasn't just a kiss. Hoffa stiffened his shoulders, slowly hugged nightmare's waist, and looked back over nightmare's shoulder.

The eyes of the group subconscious like a pair of searchlights fell on his face, with examination, enough to make the most brave people panic.

After a long twenty seconds.

The heart of Hoffa is hanging high.

The policemen put their hands on the batons and didn't mean to relax at all.

In the middle of suffering, Hoffa couldn't help thinking that after 50 years, he was waiting for his agleia. His shoulders relaxed a little and his eyes closed.

The group subconscious that watched them gradually relaxed, and the vigilance and gloom on their faces disappeared. Then, like just now, they waved the flag and cheered for the sleepwalkers who sang and danced on the stage.

The lips separated slowly, and the God of nightmare said in a low voice:

"you've just been quiet, and you don't feel like enjoying it at all. The group subconscious is the law executor of this land. As long as you behave differently from others, they will riot and kill you. ""Like white blood cells and bacteria?"

Hoffa asked calmly.

"It's a wonderful metaphor, and I can't describe it better."

Said the God of nightmares.

"Well, there's something, Silby."

Hoffa sneered.

This just a sneer, didn't walk a few steps away of the police lightning like turned his head, eyes straight in Hoffa's face, see his heart a hair.

This time, all the subconscious groups did not applaud, turned and strode around them. Hoffa said that it was not good.

This time, he didn't need to be reminded by the God of nightmares. Holding the God of nightmares, he came to several French wet kisses and nibbled at watermelons.

But it's no use now. The people dressed up by the police are angry, as if they have been teased. They run faster and faster. While running, they draw out their batons.

The God of nightmare pushed away Hoffa, who was gnawing at his face. His face changed slightly: "Why are you standing there, run!"

"Why was it found?"

Hoffa doesn't understand. He kisses the God of nightmares and behaves like a passer-by.

"You didn't enjoy it with your heart!" The God of nightmare reproached Hoffa: "you don't love this place, and you don't love me. The subconscious of the group is very sensitive. They are aware of your difference!"

"How can I love you?"

Hoffa said in disbelief: "you only regard me as a tool man."

"Stop talking and run."

The God of nightmare picked up Hoffa and ran wildly. He became a male horse with six legs. Just now, he was a beauty.

Even at this time, Hoffa still can't help vomiting. Just now, it's a beautiful woman. There's no psychological resistance to kissing, but it's just a male. I can't bear it.

When they run, the group subconscious, which had been quiet, runs behind them one after another like a frying pan. Some people turn into police dogs, barking and barking, so the picture turns into several policemen with a group of police dogs chasing two people. It's very busy.

A few people on the stage, singing and dancing, stopped and looked at Hoffa and the police in confusion.

They pass through the classical hedonists of camping and picnics, through the pre modernist punk giants of crazy quanp, and through a group of post modernist Virgo young people who focus on making bubbles.

More and more people are watching them, and the group subconscious is more and more fierce. The speed of those policemen was as if there was no upper limit, and their legs were thrown out of the illusion.

"One hundred thousand dead!"

Hoffa raised his hand behind him and planned to use the power of time to slow down the pursuit speed of the group.

But what surprised him was that his powerful ability, which he had just acquired, failed at the moment, and there was no response at all. You know, this ability was defeated by the black wizard grindwall.

"No use!"

Hoffa asked the God of nightmares.

"That's your blood power in reality. This is not reality. How do you change the rules of time?"

Cried the God of nightmares.

"Damn it."

Hoffa quickly figured out the difference: "what should we do?"

"Think of something you can use, the more specific the better!"

The God of nightmares reminds Hoffa loudly, "this is the dream world, and all your good wishes will come true."

"Just think about it?"

"Hurry up!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and thought... Thought...

he closed his eyes and thought for a while. When he opened his eyes again, an AK47 appeared in his hand. He looks a joy, immediately dada dada with machine gun fire up.

The fire spewed out, but the bullets jingled down on the policemen. They took out the explosion-proof shield from behind unhurt.

"Be bold. This is a dream."

The God of nightmare yelled at Hoffa: "don't be bound by those rules!"