The sea water slapped his cheek, and when Hoffa woke up again, he found himself lying on a wide beach. In front of him was the endless ocean, the beach was surrounded by thick fog, and abnormally distorted sunlight, what?

Can't see clearly.

However, he has long been accustomed to this situation.

"Little monster, is that you?"

Hoffa sat on the edge of the Sea of ​​Dreams and murmured.

"It's me."

An indifferent voice sounded in my ears.

Hoffa turned his head and saw a strange little monster floating quietly next to his ear. It had a vague black smoke head, a white light spot in the middle of the head, and underneath it was the god of nightmare with constantly shaking tentacles.

The youngest son of Vitan.

"Why don't you look like you did just now? You're pretty pretty."

The little monster replied: "In fifty years, no one will remember me anymore. Now I can only survive as a parasite in the consciousness of other creatures."

"Where did you find the beautiful woman? Can't she look like that in your dreams?" Hoffa said with a smile: "Your appearance is really not in line with human aesthetics."

"Looking for beautiful females to be my hosts is just because it makes it easier to move around in human society and brings a lot of convenience, but it has no meaning for our next actions."

"Hmph...everyone thinks so highly of me." Hoffa curled his lips and said, "I still want you to come with me fifty years later."

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

"I'll help you get well, and you help me survive."

"good."

"But I can live well without you."

"It's too early to say this now, 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 stood up and followed the little monster, asking: "Are you going to take me to the nightmare world? I'm not afraid of nightmares now."

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

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

Steel fortresses stand tall on the ground, with thick black smoke floating in the sky, as if there is no daylight 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 entangled with countless steel.

On the street are steel pipes that go straight into the distance. They are intertwined with each other, cold and rough, like the thick blood vessels of primitive creatures, spreading all over the body.

"What kind of place is this?"

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

said the little monster.

London fifty years ago...?

Hoffa walked slowly along the unfamiliar narrow street. The street was deserted and quiet. There were no signs of any country or power on the rusted steel pipes. If it weren't for the man in the distance, he could barely tell who it was.

He couldn't recognize the building of Big Ben as being in England at all.

"Did Germany win?" Hoffa asked.

"No, no one wins, everyone loses."

The little monster said calmly.

At this time, Hoffa saw a figure walking in the distance, a sweeper. He was holding a broom and dragging a large box, sweeping the streets rustlingly. He was wearing a black poncho and had a skinny figure. What was even stranger was that

There was a strange cage on his head. The cage was an arm long and was firmly embedded above his neck and sealed with iron locks.

The sweeper just like this, mechanically swept over from a distance bit by bit. When he slowly swept past Hoffa, Hoffa noticed that the guy actually had his eyes closed while sweeping the floor.

"Hello... hello...?"

Hoffa walked up to the scavenger and wanted to touch him.

But the palm went straight through his body.

"You can't wake him up, this is just a memory of mine." the little monster said.

"Why is he dressed like this?" He asked in confusion as he watched the scavenger's back walking further and further away.

"He's sleepwalking."

The little monster said calmly.

"Sleepwalking!?" Hoffa didn't react.

.......

The little monster didn't answer. It circled in a circle, and the London streets in front of it blurred out like an ink painting soaking into a deep pool. Pipes, scavengers, and metal Big Ben disappeared without a trace.

Then, the dense black mass regrouped, and the color turned into deep red like blood. When the ink mass was completely reassembled.

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

Under him were steel assembly lines, with neatly cut pieces of meat on the assembly lines, and the clanging sound of machines echoing in his ears.

The machine kept squirming and the mechanical arms rotated, constantly grabbing various pieces of meat on the assembly line and throwing them into a huge scarlet blender.

Those pieces of meat are squeezed into minced meat, dropped from the machine, and then transported away by the assembly line, a completely cold world of diesel punk.

In the distance, rows of people with cages on their heads came out of the workshop. They were all men. They had 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, with their eyes closed, like ants, putting the dead animals on the assembly line, slaughtering them into pieces of meat by machines, and then moving forward through the assembly line and throwing them into the

Inside a bright red blender.

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

"These people...are all 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 the cage walked out with their eyes closed. They threw a skinny, old and dead human body onto the assembly line. The cold machine on the assembly line dismembered the body in the blink of an eye and introduced it into the mixer.

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

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

...

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

Then, the smoke formed again, and this time, the little monster took him to a canteen covering tens of thousands of square meters, with hundreds of windows and thousands of neatly arranged tables and chairs.

In the restaurant, countless people wearing 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, wearing a metal cage on his head, with his eyes closed, placed food on each person's tray.

The food consists of vegetables and processed protein cooked in boiling water. The protein even contains hair and teeth. It doesn't look appetizing at all, but only makes people feel nauseated.

But no one saw it.

Hoffa walked between the tables and chairs. The more he walked, the more frightened he became. Those people with cages on their heads were sitting on the chairs, mechanically picking out the food from the plates and stuffing it into their mouths through the gaps in the cages on their heads. Tens of thousands of people

In the restaurant, there was no sound at all. There was only the clinking sound of knives and forks, which made people's scalp numb and creepy.

Eating in complete silence.

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

"Captive of all mankind?"

"That's understandable."

"It's really yours...Silby..."

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

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

It's too scary.

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

"They are resisting." The little monster's calm voice contained a rare hint of sarcasm. "But they are not in this world. Do you want to go and have a look in their dreams?"

"Their dreams?"

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

"Take me there." Hoffa murmured. After seeing such a cold and terrifying world, his brain was about to shut down. He felt that he knew his old rival, but now it seems that he actually doesn't care about Silby.

Nothing.

The little monster flew to a sleepwalker who was eating silently, and flew around in a circle above his head.

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

When he woke up again, the restaurant disappeared, the people eating disappeared, and the monotonous smoke was reorganized again. This reorganization took much longer than Hoffa expected. In the end, the smoke differentiated into colorful colors and gradually formed colorful flowers.
To be continued...