"If he puts the world to sleep. ”

Hoffa looked up at the heavy rain curtain: "Then he must achieve something." ”

The world of reinforced concrete is a dystopian social jungle, with dilapidated old-fashioned neon tubes shining on the streets, and the rain under his feet reflects the tall figure of the young man, who looks down at the glass window on the side of the street, and the face of the black hair and black eyes in the mirror is cold and resolute.

"Global sleep is necessarily a means, not an end. ”

"Don't you know what he's aiming for?"

The Nightmare God chuckled and asked, "You're his most important opponent, and even if he tries his best, he's going to be locked up in a time cage, so I think you might have an idea of what he's up to." ”

"Sorry, I don't know. ”

Hoffa said frankly, ignoring the somewhat provocative attitude of the Nightmare God.

A month earlier, he had returned to his own time from the world fifty years later, and the year had come to 1945, and the time he had spent in the future had been deducted.

Fifty years later, the world is only affected, and most people are in a nap. Then the world that I see now has entered a deep sleep.

The previous war was gone, the Allies were gone, the Axis were gone, and as Nicol Lemay had told, no one won, everyone lost.

The torrential rain was pouring down, as if there was no end to it, and in the mist, several pedestrians walked past them, carrying iron black cages, their steps slow but steady. The faces behind their cages had sweet and satisfied smiles, unheard of the cold rain that had fallen on them.

Thirty days after returning to the world, Hoffa has tried to find Sylby Spencer, but to no avail. The world was so big, he had no idea where to find the man, and the power of the Nightmare God was almost completely hollowed out by Sylbie, and it did nothing except use some agitation in his ear.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and raised his hand to knock a sleepwalking pedestrian to the ground.

"What are you going to do?" exclaimed the Nightmare God, "you are crazy, we can't go to him in our dreams, and if you get lost in the dream world, there is no hope at all." ”

"I won't. ”

Hoffa said categorically. "It's not that easy. ”

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

After removing the cage, the man's chest rose and fell violently, and he struggled like a fish out of water. He opened his eyes, his pupils wailing.

"Look, dream dependence, these people are already addicted to dreams. ”

The god of nightmares said worriedly: "This is the terrible thing about sweet dreams, once you fall into them, it is more difficult to get out than nightmares. ”

"Also... Still... To give... I..."

As he spoke, the man on the ground buckled the floor tiles, and the green tendons of his thin arms burst out, and he buttoned off all ten nails. Then he rolled and grabbed his throat with both hands, clutching it so hard that he spurted a stream of blood out of his mouth.

"If you don't give him the cage back, he might have self-harmed and died. The roughness of the real world is impossible for people who have experienced sweet dreams to endure. The god of nightmares looked at him with a sigh.

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

"Maybe three minutes, maybe two minutes. ”

"Enough. ”

At this moment, the flow of time in the real world slowed down thousands of times, and the falling raindrops became fixed ornaments in the air, mixed with ruby-like red liquid, the neon tubes did not change a little color for half a day, and the man on the ground twisted and struggling stuck out his tongue like a withered root carving.

"Don't you think about it anymore, it must have been easier to destroy his body in the real world, you know, he's cursed. ”

"Curse..."

Hoffa smiled self-deprecatingly, he still remembered the terrible explosion he had caused, and the determination with which he crawled out of it.

Speaking of which, he felt that he actually knew Sylby quite well, but it was precisely because of this understanding that he did not dare to delay for a moment, this guy was thoughtful, decisive and ruthless, and there was a steady stream of back-hands, and in the two short encounters with him, he did not have any benefits, in fact, he paid a very heavy price.

The first time it was a wand, the second time it was Fatil's life.

This time, he had even less intelligence than any time before. What he was doing, what he was thinking, Hoffa didn't know.

"He's not that vulnerable, and I know he's definitely plotting something, and he can't afford to spend it with someone like that. Be sure to find him. ”

After he finished speaking, he put the cage on his head without hesitation.

......

It was as if someone had pushed him into the water, and after a thud, he began to fall.

......

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

The cold, cramped, damp, steely world has just vanished without a trace.

Warm sunlight shone from the sky on Hoffa's face, and he stood in the midst of a kingdom of extreme dreams. The leaves of the trees shone with a crystal green glow, and the fruits were one colorful ice cream after another, and the air was filled with a sweet scent.

The fountains on both sides of the road are spraying milky milk, and every ten meters away there are golden tables, the table has no end in sight, on which all the delicacies that human beings have wanted to get from ancient times to the present, roast suckling pig, roast whole sheep, roast whole cow, and even roast beautiful women, roast handsome guys, some foods can't even be named, and they are extremely luxurious.

Hoffa picked up a red wine glass from the table, drank it in one gulp, and when he was done, the glass filled up automatically.

He poured the glass down again, and the wine turned into an elf, and ran away hand in hand.

It feels like the Internet in the afterlife, but it is a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more real than the Internet, and he is completely immersed in a complete utopia of his consciousness.

If there was one place where the ultimate ideal of communism, that is, great material abundance, was truly realized, Hoffa thought, it would be here.

"Blasphemy. ”

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

The Nightmare God went from appearing out of thin air to the blonde beauty figure he had once become, looking for him fifty years later, its body wrapped in yellow silk in a perfect S-shape, unable to find a single flaw.

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

The god of nightmares gritted his teeth.

"I can't finish the food here~"

"There's more time to spend here~"

"The most beautiful scenery here~"

"The singing here is the most melodious~"

Stirring singing could be heard in the distance.

It turned out to be men and women singing on the stage.

They were dressed in all sorts of ways, some dressed in the clothes of ancient Egyptian pharaohs, some in medieval pleated skirts, some dressed like Renaissance painters, and some even happily naked.

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

Under the stage, there was a group of audience cheering for the performance, and cheering for their shoddy song and dance.

"It's a dream world they share. ”

"Here they share their fantasies with each other, fulfilling their wishes that they can't fulfill in the real world." ”

"Who are those?"

Hoffa looked at the frenetic crowd of spectators, dressed as if they were plain, out of step with the dreamy and polished side of the world.

"They're not real people, they're the group subconscious. ”

The god of nightmares lowered his voice to a very low voice and said: "The show must have an audience to be exciting, but everyone longs to be in the center of the stage, and no one wants to be an audience, so the dreamer fantasizes that a group of audiences come out to satisfy their vanity." ”

"That's it. ”

Hoffa understood.

But at this moment, the subconscious of the group that was originally cheering and cheering stopped applauding, the smiles on their faces disappeared and became gloomy, and then, they turned their heads in unison, looking at Hoffa and the Nightmare God, and the atmosphere immediately became gloomy and solemn.

Not only that, but several men in police uniforms slowly walked out from the four corners of the street, their eyes squinted, their eyes firmly fixed on Hoffa's face, as if they wanted to see a little flower in his face.

Hoffa chuckled inwardly, "Someone is eyeing us." ”

The god of nightmares also saw the guys dressed as policemen, and his face turned pale: "Ahhh was discovered. ”

It thought for a moment: "Kiss me." ”

"What?" Hofa hadn't reacted yet.

The god of nightmares immediately hugged him and kissed him face to face on Hoffa's lips, a kiss that was real. It was soft and delicate, and the breath was still a little itchy on Hoffa's face.

But it wasn't just a kiss, Hoffa stiffened his shoulders and slowly hugged the Nightmare God's waist, looking back over the Nightmare God's shoulder.

The eyes of the group's subconscious fell on his face like a pair of searchlights, with scrutiny, enough to make the bravest people panic.

It was a long twenty seconds.

Plop plop plop .....

Hoffa's heart hangs high.

The policemen pressed their hands on the batons, and there was no sign of relaxation.

In the midst of the torment, Hoffa couldn't help but think of Aglaia, who had been waiting for him after fifty years, his shoulders relaxed slightly, and he closed his eyes.

The subconscious of the group watching them gradually relaxed, the vigilance and gloom on their faces vanished, and then, as before, they waved their flags and cheered for the sleepwalkers who sang and danced on the stage.

His lips slowly parted, and the Nightmare God whispered a reproach:

"You've just been too bland and don't feel like you're enjoying it at all. The subconscious is the enforcer of the land, and as long as you behave differently than others, they will riot and kill you. ”

"Just like white blood cells and bacteria?"

Hoffa asked calmly.

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

The god of nightmares said.

"Hmph, there's something, Sylby. ”

Hoffa sneered.

As soon as he sneered, the policeman who hadn't walked a few steps away turned his head like lightning, and his eyes were sucked directly on Hoffa's face, and he felt a hair in his heart.

At this moment, all the group subconsciously stopped applauding, turned around and strode towards them, and Hofa secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

Now he didn't need to be reminded by the god of nightmares, and he held the god of nightmares and came to several French wet kisses, like nibbling on watermelon.

But it didn't work, and the men dressed as policemen looked angry, as if they had been teased, and they turned from walking to running, running faster and faster, and pulling out their batons from their waists as they ran.

The nightmare god slashed his hand and pushed away Hoffa, who was gnawing at his face, and his face changed slightly: "Why are you standing stupidly, run!"

"Why was it still discovered!?"

Hoffa didn't understand, he obviously kissed the god of nightmares, and behaved like a passerby.

"You didn't enjoy it with your heart!" The nightmare god reproached Hoffa: "You don't love this place, and you don't love me, the group subconscious is very sensitive, and they sense the difference in you!"

"How could I love you?"

Hoffa said incredulously, "You only use me as a tool. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, run. ”

The god of nightmares picked up Hoffa and ran wildly, turning into a six-legged male centaur who had just arrived as a beauty.

Even at this time, Hoffa still couldn't help but want to vomit, just now it was a beautiful statue, and there was no psychological resistance when it was kissed, but it became a centaur, and it was still a male. It's a bit unbearable.

The two of them ran, and the subconscious of the group that had been quiet was like a fried pot, and they ran behind them, and some people turned into police dogs while running, barking wildly, so the picture became a few policemen chasing two people with a group of police dogs, so it was not lively.

Several people singing and dancing on the stage stopped, looking at Hoffa and the police in confusion.

They pass through the classicist hedonists who camp and picnic, the pre-modernist punk bigwigs who go crazy qunp, and the postmodernist Virgo young people who focus on pinching bubbles.

The more and more people watched them, the more fierce and surging the group subconscious became. The speed of the policemen was as if there was no upper limit, and their legs were thrown out of phantoms.

"One hundred thousand stagnation!"

Hoffa raised his hand and pointed behind him, intending to use the power of time to slow down the group's pursuit.

But to his surprise, the powerful ability he had just acquired was invalid at this moment, and there was no reaction at all. You know, this ability was even defeated by the dark wizard Grindelwald.

"It's useless!?"

Hoffa asked the god of nightmares.

"That's the bloodline power of your reality, this is not reality, how do you change the rules of time. ”

The god of nightmares shouted.

"Damn. ”

Hoffa quickly figured out the difference: "So what are we going to do?"

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

The god of nightmares reminded Hoffa loudly, "This is the world of dreams, and your good wishes will come true." ”

"Is it okay to think about it?"

"Hurry up!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and thought... Think...

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and when he opened them again, an AK47 appeared in his hand. His face was overjoyed, and he immediately opened fire with a machine gun.

Tongues of fire spewed out, but the bullets clanged down on the policemen, who unhurriedly drew their blast shields from behind them, unscathed.

"Be bold, it's a dream. ”

The god of nightmares shouted at Hoffa: "Don't be bound by those rules!"