Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The water slapped his cheeks, and when Hoffa woke up again, he found himself lying on a wide sandy beach. In front of me was an endless expanse of ocean, and the beach was surrounded by thick fog and abnormally distorted daylight, so I couldn't see anything.

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

"Little monster, is that you?"

Hoffa murmured, sitting on the edge of the sea of ​​dreams.

"it's me."

An indifferent voice rang in his ears.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that a strange little monster was floating quietly beside his ear. It had a vague black smoky head, a white light spot in the middle of its head, and a trembling tentacles under it-the **** of nightmares. , Leviathan's youngest son.

"Why don't you look like you just now, it's pretty seductive."

The little monster replied: "For fifty years, no one will remember me anymore. Now I can only parasitize in the consciousness of other creatures, linger."

"Where did you find the beauty, can't it be like that in your dreams?" Hoffa smiled: "Your appearance really doesn't conform to human aesthetics."

"Looking for beautiful females to be my host is just because it is convenient to act in human society and can get a lot of convenience, but it is meaningless for our next actions."

"Huh... all of them thought I was so enlightened." Hoffa curled his lips: "I will return you after fifty years with you behind me."

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

"I will help you recover and you will help me live."

"Not bad."

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

"It's too early to say this, 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'm not afraid of nightmares anymore."

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

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

Steel fortresses stood on the ground, and the sky was filled with thick black smoke, as if there was 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 by countless steels, and the streets are lined with steel pipes leading to the distance. They are entangled with each other, cold and rough, like the thick blood vessels of primitive creatures, all over the body.

"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 strange narrow street. The street was empty, deserted and quiet. There were no signs of any country or power on the corroded steel pipes. If it weren't for the one in the distance, it could barely be distinguished. The building of Big Ben, he did not recognize it as Britain 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, dragging a big box, and rustling the streets. He was wearing a black poncho and was thin. What's more strange was that there was a strange cage on his head. The cage had one arm long and was firm. It was inlaid above his neck and sealed with an iron lock.

Just like that, the sweeper swept over mechanically from a distance little by little. When he swept past Hoffa slowly, Hoffa noticed that the guy closed his eyes when he swept the floor.

"Hi... Hi...?"

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

The palm of his hand went straight through his body.

"You can't wake him up, this is just a piece of my memory." The little monster said.

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

"He is sleepwalking."

The little monster said lightly.

"Sleepwalking!?" Hoffa didn't react.

.......

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

Then, the drenched black group was recombined, and the color turned into a deep red like blood. When that group of ink is recombined.

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

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

The machine kept squirming and the mechanical arm rotated, grabbing all kinds of meat on the assembly line and throwing it into a huge scarlet mixer.

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

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

The men holding the corpses, wearing metal cages on their heads and closing their eyes, put the dead animals on the assembly line like an ant, slaughtered them into meat by the machine, and then passed the assembly line all the way forward and thrown into it. Inside a scarlet blender.

"This is a food factory in Berlin." The little monster floated in Hoffa's ear. "Such factories are 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, 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 guys with their heads in the cage walked out with their eyes closed, and 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 it into the mixer.

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

"Ethics no longer exists." 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. This time, the little monster took him to a dining hall covering tens of thousands of square meters. There were hundreds of windows and thousands of neatly arranged tables and chairs in the dining hall.

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

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

The food is boiled vegetables and processed protein. There are even hair and teeth in the protein. It does not seem to make people have the slightest appetite, but it will only make people sick.

But no one saw it.

Hoffa walked between the tables and chairs, and became more and more frightened as he walked. Those people who were wearing cages sat on the chairs, mechanically picking out the food from the dishes and stuffing them into their mouths from the gaps in the cages in their heads. In the restaurant, there is no voice. Only the clanging of knives and forks makes the scalp numb and the hair is horrified.

Eat very quietly.

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

"Do you want to raise all humans in captivity?"

"It can be understood that way."

"You really are...Silby..."

Hoffa looked at the crowd in cages eating silently in the restaurant. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh. There was no crime, no violence, and everyone was equal. Isn't this the utopia in the legend?

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

so horrible.

"No one resists?" He asked tremblingly, "With so many people and so many wizards in the world, no one resists him?"

"They are rebelling." The calm voice of the little monster brought a rare hint of sarcasm. "But not in this world, do you want to take a look in their dreams?"

"Their dream?"

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

"You take me there." Hoffa murmured, seeing such a cold and terrifying world, his brain is about to go down, he feels that he knows his old opponent, but now it seems that he actually treats Silby Know nothing.

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

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

When I woke up again, the restaurant disappeared, the people who ate 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 Silby stone sculpture was built on the mountain and is thousands of meters high. It holds a gesture of smiling and twisting flowers, just like a Buddha.

Milky-white spring water poured down from his fingers. On the grass beside his feet, countless men and women ran for joy. They were naked, and everyone was as handsome as an angel. Milk is flowing in the mountains and rivers, colorful fruits grow on the grass, and colorful rainbows hang down from the sky.

Some people lie on money as high as a mountain and drink alcohol, some hold their lover under a tree, some sit at a table ten meters long, overeating, but the exquisite food can't be eaten.

Everything is indescribably beautiful.

The happiest kingdom is nothing more than this.

The gentle breeze blew across Hoffa's head. He stood on the grass with wide-open eyes. After experiencing the cold and cruelty just now, looking at the wonderfulness of the present, his psychological complexity can be imagined.

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, what is the need for resistance?"

"Hee hee hee ha ha ha..."

Accompanied by cheerful laughter, several little angel-like girls ran past Hoffa, chasing a very happy boy behind them.

It was dark in front of me, and the wonderful dream like classical oil painting disappeared.

......

......

Hoffa, who had just awakened from his dream, sat in a chair.

I don't know when Leng Khan has permeated his back. He returned to reality from a dream, surrounded by scattered musical instruments and unconscious band members.

Thousands of people who watched 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 performances. They were either impoverished homeless people, or drug addicts, or unemployed vagrants waiting for work, or youth rebellious. Punk boy...

"call."

He let out a long sigh.

Da da da......

Behind the quiet stage, the footsteps of the nightmare **** came.

The blond woman walked around Hoffa in front of him, 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, isn't it just around the corner."

"You got it wrong, I am the **** of nightmares, not the **** of dreams." The blonde woman said coldly: "Silby Spencer used me and blasphemed me. He will pay for it."

"Then you let him pay, let him have nightmares."

"I can't do it," said the nightmare god.

"why?"

"He can bear all nightmares and stay awake forever, so I can't help him."

"It's really Silby, the gods can't do anything about you." Hoffa was half mocking and half talking to himself: "However, your dignified nightmare **** can't kill a cursed guy yet. He is a little magical. You can't use it, you just destroy him directly."

"Do you have any misunderstandings about the gods?" the blonde woman said, "we are the embodiment of the world's laws, representing the rules, and absolutely obeying the laws, I am a nightmare, and in terms of rules, I cannot interfere with reality.

Even if you want to kill Silby and gain freedom, you have to support another human being to kill him, and will never do it yourself. Just like the **** of death would 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?"

"Not bad."

"You are still really outspoken about your goal." Hoffa covered his face.

The blonde woman stared at him and kept seeing his scalp tingling.

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

The blonde woman slowly said, "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 at this moment 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 defeat of Sylby Spean. Based on Searle, but the longer you stay in this world, the less true this result will be.

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

By then, all the people around you are sleepwalkers. At that time, even if you want to go back, it will be of no avail. This is exactly what he meant after he banished you for fifty years. "