288 Chapter 10, Double World

The water lapped against his cheek, and when Hoffa awoke again, he found himself lying on a wide stretch of sand. In front of him was an endless expanse of ocean, the beach was surrounded by thick fog, and the unusually distorted sunlight made it impossible to see anything clearly.

But for this situation, he has long been used to it.

"Little monster, is that you?"

Hoffa sat on the edge of the sea of ​​dreams and murmured.

"it's me."

There was an indifferent voice in my ear.

Hoffa turned his head and saw a strange little monster quietly floating beside his ear. It had a fuzzy black smoky head with a white spot of light in the middle of its head, and trembling tentacles beneath it—the God of Nightmare , the youngest son of Leviathan.

"Why don't you become the same as before, it's quite eye-catching."

The little monster replied: "Fifty years, no one remembers me anymore. Now I can only parasitize in the consciousness of other creatures, lingering on my last breath."

"Where did you find the beauty, can't you look like that in your dream?" Hoffa laughed and said, "Your appearance really doesn't conform to human aesthetics."

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

"Humph, everyone thinks my awareness is so high." Hoffa curled his lips: "I'll pay you back fifty years after you came with me."

"I can't do it, I'm just a young child, and I can't bear the tearing of the force of time, but I still fulfilled my promise. I found you in the world fifty years later."

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

"good."

"But I can live well without you."

"It's still too early to say that, come with me." After calmly speaking, the little monster floated in the air, left the beach, and drifted all the way into the mist.

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

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

After finishing speaking, the fog gradually dissipated, and what appeared in front of Hoffa was another strange world.

Steel fortresses towered over the ground, and black smoke billowed in the sky, as if there was no day in this world. Several huge airships are suspended in the sky, and the main tone of all colors is black. The Big Ben in the distance is entwined with countless steels, and the streets are lined with steel pipes leading to the distance. They are intertwined with each other, cold and rough, like the thick blood vessels of primitive creatures, all over the body surface.

"What is this place."

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

said the little monster.

London fifty years ago.?

Hoffa walked slowly along the unfamiliar narrow street. The street was deserted and deserted. There was no sign of any country or power on the rusted steel pipe. The building of Big Ben, he did not recognize this as England at all.

"Germany won?" Hoffa asked.

"No, no one wins, everyone loses."

The little monster said lightly.

At this time, Hoffa saw a figure walking in the distance, a scavenger. He was holding a broom and dragging a large box, and was sweeping the streets rustlingly. He was wearing a black poncho and had a skinny figure. What was even more strange was that there was a strange cage on his head. The cage was as long as an arm and firmly Inlaid above his neck, sealed with iron locks.

Just like that, the scavenger mechanically swept over from a distance bit by bit. When he slowly swept past Hoffa, Hoffa noticed that the guy had his eyes closed when he was sweeping the floor.

"Hello...?"

Hoffa walked up to the scavenger, trying to touch him.

But the palm went straight through his body.

"You can't wake him up, it's just a memory of mine." The little monster said.

"Why is he dressed like this." Seeing the back of the scavenger getting further and further away, he asked in confusion.

"He's sleepwalking."

The little monster said lightly.

"Sleepwalking!?" Hoffa didn't respond.

The little monster didn't answer. It circled around, and the streets of London in front of it were blurred like ink paintings soaked in a deep pool. The pipes, scavengers, and metal Big Ben disappeared without a trace.

Then, the cloud of black was recombined, and the color turned into a deep red like blood. When the mass of black color is recombined.

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

Below him, there are steel assembly lines. On the assembly line, there are neatly cut pieces of meat, and the clanging sound of the machine's impact echoes in his ears.

The machine is constantly wriggling, and the mechanical arm is rotating, constantly grabbing various pieces of meat on the assembly line, and throwing them into a huge scarlet blender.

Those pieces of meat were squeezed into mince and fell from the machine. And then transported away by the assembly line, the icy world of diesel punk.

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

The men holding the corpses all wore metal cages on their heads and closed their eyes like ants. They put the dead animals on the assembly line, and the machines slaughtered them into pieces of meat, and then moved forward through the assembly line and threw them into the In a blood-red blender.

"This is a food factory in Berlin." The little monster floated in Hoffa's ear. "There are factories like this everywhere, and they are responsible for providing food to the living."

"Are these people sleepwalking?"

Hoffa looked at the men working on the assembly line and couldn't believe 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 in a cage came out with their eyes closed, and they threw a skinny, old and dead human body onto the assembly line. The icy machine on the assembly line dismembered the corpse in the blink of an eye and introduced it into the blender.

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

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

Before Hoffa had time to express his opinion, the terrifying flesh factory turned into blood-red smoke and dissipated little by little.

Afterwards, the smoke regrouped again. This time, the little monster led him to a canteen of tens of thousands of square meters. There were hundreds of windows in the canteen, and thousands of neatly arranged tables and chairs.

In the restaurant, countless people in cages lined up with their eyes closed. Each of them held a metal tray in their hands and moved forward slowly like a colony of ants.

Behind the window, a chef in black clothes, with a metal cage on his head, with his eyes closed, puts the food on each person's tray.

The food is vegetables boiled in boiling water and processed protein. There are even hairs and teeth in the protein.

But no one saw it.

Hoffa walked between the tables and chairs, and the more he walked, the more frightened he was. Those people wearing cages sat on the chairs, mechanically picked out food from the plate, and stuffed it into their mouths through the cracks in the cages. Tens of thousands of people In the restaurant, there was not a single voice in it. Only the clinking of knives and forks makes one's scalp tingle and one's hair stand on end.

Eat quietly.

Little monster: "This is the world that Sylby Spencer used me to create. In this world, no one is immune to dreams. They sleepwalk, work, reproduce, and live in the real world."

"Do you keep all human beings in captivity?"

"It can be understood in this way."

"It's yours, Selby."

Hoffa looked at the caged crowd eating silently in the restaurant, and for some reason suddenly wanted to laugh. There is no crime, no violence, and everyone is equal. Isn't this the legendary Utopia?

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

horrible.

"Is there no one who resists?" He asked tremblingly, "There are so many people and so many wizards in the world, is there no one who resists him?"

"They are resisting." The little monster's calm voice was rarely tinged with sarcasm. "But it's not in this world. Do you want to go and have a look in their dreams?"

"Their dreams?"

"That's right, the dream of the captives fifty years ago."

"You take me there." Hoffa murmured. After seeing such a cold and terrifying world, his brain was about to shut down. He felt that he understood his old opponent, but now it seems that he really treats Sylby Know nothing.

The little monster flew up to a sleepwalker who was eating silently, and danced around his head.

Then, Hoffa's eyes went dark, and his consciousness sank.

When he woke up again, the restaurant disappeared, the crowd disappeared, and the monotonous smoke reorganized again. This reorganization took much longer than Hoffa expected. In the end, the smoke differentiated into colorful colors and gradually formed colorful flowers. , falling from the sky.

Under the flowers, a huge Sylby stone sculpture is built on the mountain, thousands of meters high, and it maintains a gesture of smiling and holding flowers, just like a Buddha.

Milky white spring water poured down from between his fingers, and on the grass at his feet, countless men and women ran joyfully. They were naked, and everyone was as handsome as an angel. Milk flows in the mountains and rivers, colorful fruits grow on the grass, and colorful rainbows hang down from the sky.

Some people lie down on money as high as a mountain and drink, some hug their lovers under a tree, some sit in front of a table more than ten meters long, overeating, but they can't finish the exquisite food.

Everything is indescribably beautiful.

So is the happiest heaven.

A gentle breeze blows over Hoffa's head. He stands on the grass with his eyes wide open. After going through the cold and cruel experience just now, he looks at the beauty now. One can imagine the complexity of his psychology.

Little monster: "This is the real world in their eyes. Most people have long been unable to distinguish the difference between dreams and reality. If everyone thinks that this kind of life is real, why is there any need to resist?"

"Hee hee hee hee ha ha ha"

With cheerful laughter, several girls like little angels ran past Hoffa, chasing a very happy boy behind him.

The eyes went dark, and the wonderful dream like a classical oil painting disappeared.

Hoffa, who had just woken up from a dream, sat in a chair.

Cold sweat had soaked through his back at some point, and he returned to reality from the dream, surrounded by scattered musical instruments and comatose band members.

Thousands of people watching his performance in the theater all fell to the ground at this moment, and fell asleep unconsciously. At this moment, Hoffa really saw the appearance of those who came to the theater to watch his performance, whether they were poor homeless, or addicted to drugs, or unemployed vagrants, or young rebellious people. punk boy

"call."

He let out a long sigh.

Da da da.

Behind the quiet stage, the footsteps of the God of Nightmares could be heard.

The blond woman walked around from behind Hoffa and said calmly and indifferently: "If it is not forced, who would believe that this cold and rough world is real?"

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" Hoffa said softly: "If everyone believes in you and lives in a dream, then you can restore your ancient physique just around the corner."

"You got it wrong. I am the god of nightmares, not the god of dreams." The blond woman said coldly, "Sylby Spencer used me and blasphemed me. He will pay for it."

"Then let him pay the price and let him have nightmares."

"I can't do it." The Nightmare God said.

"Why?"

"He can take any nightmare and stay awake forever, so there's nothing I can do about him."

"As expected of Sylby, the gods can't do anything about you." Hoffa half-mocked himself and half-talked to himself: "However, you, the god of nightmares, can't kill a cursed guy, he's a bit of magic You can’t use it, you can just destroy him directly.”

"Do you have any misunderstanding about the gods?" The blond woman said, "We are the embodiment of the laws of the world, representing the rules, and absolutely obeying the laws. I am a nightmare, and I cannot interfere with reality in terms of rules.

Even if he wanted to kill Sylby and gain freedom, he would support another human being to kill him, and he would never do it himself. Just like the god of death will never take the initiative to stretch out his sickle in front of mortals, only people can kill. "

"So you also want me to go back fifty years ago?"

"good."

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

The blond woman stared at him, seeing his scalp go numb all the time.

Hoffa raised his head, "I don't want to be anyone's tool, including you, the god of nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan."

The blond woman said slowly, "You have no choice."

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

"Sorry, I know what you think, but your existence in the real world is not as stable as you think." The woman turned around and turned her back to him, "The existence of this world is based on your defeating Sylby Spencer." Searle's basis, but the longer you stay in this world, the less real this result becomes.

When the time you stay in this world exceeds a certain threshold, the faster this world will be replaced by the nightmare world created by Sylby Spencer.

By then, all the people around you are sleepwalkers. At that time, even if you wanted to go back, it would be useless, which is exactly what he meant by exiling you fifty years later. "

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