Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"If he let the world fall asleep."

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

The world of reinforced concrete is a dystopian social jungle. Dilapidated old-fashioned neon tubes are shining on the street, and the rain under his feet reflects the tall figure of a young man. He looks down at the glass window on the street, and the black-haired face in the mirror is black. Hard and determined.

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

"Don't you know his goal?"

The Nightmare God chuckled and asked: "You are the opponent he values ​​most. Even if he is struggling to think, he must be imprisoned in a cage of time. I think you might understand his goal."

"Sorry, I don't know."

Hoffa said frankly, turning a blind eye to the provocative attitude of the nightmare god.

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

If the world 50 years later is only affected, most people fall into a nap. Then the world I see now has entered a deep sleep.

The previous war was gone, the Allies were gone, and the Axis powers were gone. As expected, as Nicol Lemay once told him, no one won, everyone lost.

The torrential rain fell straight down, as if it would never end. In the mist, a few pedestrians passed by them, carrying black iron cages, and their steps were slow but steady. With sweet and content smiles on their faces behind the cage, they were unheard of the cold rain falling on them.

Thirty days after returning to the world, Hoffa has been trying to find Silby Spencer's trail, but has been to no avail. The world is so big, he doesn't know where to find that man. The power of the nightmare **** is almost completely emptied by Silby, and it has no effect other than using some exciting methods in his ears.

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

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

"I will not."

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

After speaking, he forcibly broke off the cage on the pedestrian's head.

After removing the cage, the man's chest undulated violently, struggling like a fish leaving the water. He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated and wailed.

"Look, dream dependence, these people have become addicted to dreaming."

The nightmare **** said worriedly: "This is the horrible thing about beautiful dreams. Once trapped, it's harder to come out than nightmares."

"Give it back to me"

While talking, the man on the ground buttoned the floor tiles, his skinny arms violently violently, and all ten nails were snapped off. Then, he rolled, strangling his throat with both hands, grasping so hard that he spouted a stream of blood from his mouth.

"If you don't return the cage to him, he may self-mutilate and die. The roughness of the real world is unbearable for people who have experienced beautiful dreams." The nightmare **** looked at him sorrowfully.

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

"Maybe three minutes, maybe two minutes."

"enough."

At this moment, the flow of time in the real world slowed by thousands of times, and the falling raindrops became fixed decorations in the air, mixed with ruby-like red liquid, and the neon tube did not change its color for half a day. The twisted and struggling man on the ground is like a withered root eagle, sticking his tongue out.

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

"curse"

Hoffa laughed at himself. He still remembers the tragic explosion he created back then, and his determination to climb out of the explosion.

Speaking of it, he felt that he actually knew Silby quite well, but it was because of his understanding that he did not dare to delay a moment. This guy was meticulous, determined and fierce, and had a steady stream of back-hands. He had two short encounters with him. In the middle of no time, he has never obtained any benefits. In fact, he has paid a very heavy price.

The first time was the magic wand, the second time was Fatir's life.

This time, his intelligence was even less than at any time in the past. Hoffa knew nothing about what he was doing or thinking.

"He is not that fragile, I know, he must be conspiring something, and he must not be consumed with this kind of person. He must be found."

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

As if being pushed into the water, it started to fall after a plop.

When he opened his eyes again, the world before him had all changed.

The cold, cramped, damp, steel-clad world just disappeared without a trace.

The warm sun shone on Hoffa's face from the sky, and he stood in an extremely dreamy kingdom. The leaves on the tree shone with crystal clear green light, and the fruit that came out was one after another colorful ice cream, and the air was filled with sweet and greasy fragrance.

The fountains on both sides of the road are sprayed with milky white milk. There are golden tables every ten meters away. The end of the table cannot be seen at a glance. There are all the delicacies that humans have wanted from ancient times to the present, roast suckling pig. Roast whole lamb, roast whole cow, or even roast beautiful women, roast handsome guys, some foods can’t even be named, so extravagant.

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

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

It felt like surfing the Internet in later generations, but it was a hundred, thousand, ten thousand times more real than surfing the Internet. He had completely immersed his consciousness in a complete utopia.

Hoffa thought to himself that if there is any place that truly realizes the ultimate ideal of communism, that is, that is extremely rich in material, it should be here.

"Profanity."

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

The **** of nightmare appeared out of thin air and became the beautiful blond woman who looked for him fifty years later. Its body is wrapped in yellow silk, in a perfect S shape, and no flaws can be found. .

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

The nightmare **** gritted his teeth.

"I can't finish the food here~"

"It's not all time here~"

"The scenery here is the most beautiful~"

"The singing here is the most melodious~"

Exciting singing sounded in the distance.

It turned out to be a man and a woman singing on the stage.

They dress up in all kinds of styles, some are dressed in ancient Egyptian pharaoh clothes, some are dressed in medieval pleated skirts, some are dressed up like Renaissance painters, and some are happily naked.

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

Under the stage, a group of spectators cheered for the performance, and then cheered for their shoddy singing and dancing.

"This is the dream world they share."

The nightmare **** said bitterly, "They are here to share their fantasy with each other, fulfilling their own wishes that cannot be fulfilled in the real world."

"Who are those people?"

Hoffa looked at the fanatical audience, they seemed to be very plain, incompatible with the dreamy and clean side of this world.

"They are not real people, they are the group subconscious."

The nightmare **** said in a very low voice: "The performance must have an audience to be wonderful, but everyone is eager to stand in the center of the stage. No one wants to be the audience, so the dreamer imagined a group of audiences. Satisfy their vanity."

"Is that so."

Hoffa knew it.

But at this moment, the group of people who were cheering and cheering stopped subconsciously and applauded. The smiles on their faces disappeared and became gloomy. Then, they all turned their heads and looked at Hoffa and the God of Nightmare. The atmosphere immediately became somber and solemn.

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

Hoffa murmured: "Someone is eyeing us."

The nightmare **** also saw those guys dressed up as police officers, and his face turned pale: "Ah, I was found."

It thought for a moment: "Kiss me."

"What?" Hoffa hadn't reacted yet.

The Nightmare God immediately hugged him and kissed Hoffa's lips face-to-face. The kiss was really real. It was soft and delicate, and it itched Hoffa's face when he breathed.

But this is more than just a kiss. Hoffa stiffened his shoulders, slowly hugged the waist of the nightmare god, and looked back over the nightmare god's shoulder.

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

Twenty long seconds passed.

Thump thump

Hoffa's heart hung high.

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

During the suffering, Hoffa couldn't help thinking about Aglaia who was waiting for him fifty years later, his shoulders relaxed slightly and his eyes closed.

Watching their group subconsciousness gradually relaxed, the vigilance and gloominess on their faces disappeared, and then they waved the flag for the singing and dancing sleepwalkers on the stage just like just now.

The lips parted slowly, and the nightmare **** whispered reproach:

"You were too plain just now, and you have no feeling of enjoyment at all. The group subconscious is the law enforcer 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 subtle metaphor, I can't describe it better."

Said the nightmare god.

"Huh, something, Silby."

Hoffa sneered.

With a sneer, the policeman who hadn't walked a few steps turned his head like lightning, his eyes were drawn to Hoffa's face, and his heart was spotted.

At this time, all the group subconsciously stopped applauding, turned around and strode towards them, Hoffa secretly cried out.

Now he didn't need the reminder of the nightmare god, and he held the nightmare **** firmly and came several French wet kisses, like a watermelon.

But it was useless now. The people dressed as police officers became angry, as if they were being teased. They changed from walking to running, running faster and faster, and they pulled out the batons from their waists as they ran.

The nightmare **** split his hand and pushed Hoffa away, who was gnawing at his face, his face changed slightly: "Why are you standing stupid, let's run!"

"Why was it still discovered!?"

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

"You didn't enjoy it with your heart!" The Nightmare God scolded Hoffa: "You don't love this place, and you don't love me. The group's subconscious mind is very sensitive, and they have noticed your difference!"

"How can I love you?"

Hoffa said in disbelief, "You only use me as a tool man."

"Don't talk nonsense, run."

The nightmare **** hugged Hoffa and ran wildly. It turned into a six-legged male centaur. Just now, it was still a beauty.

Even at this time, Hoffa still couldn't help but want to vomit. Just now it was a portrait of a beautiful woman, and there was no psychological resistance when she kissed him. It could become a man or a male. This is a bit intolerable.

When the two of them ran, the group's subconscious mind that had been quieted down like a pan, and ran behind them one after another. Someone turned into a police dog while running, barking and barking, so the scene turned into a few police belts. Chasing two people with a group of police dogs, it was so lively.

Several people singing and dancing on the stage stopped and looked at Hoffa and the police running by in confusion.

They passed through the classical hedonists on camping and picnics, through the pre-modernist punk bosses of crazy qunp, and through a group of young post-modernist Virgos who focused on squeezing bubbles.

More and more people watched them, and the group subconscious became more ferocious. The running speed of those policemen seemed to have no upper limit, and their legs were all phantoms.

"One hundred thousand stasis!"

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

But what surprised him was that he had just acquired a powerful ability that he had just acquired, but it actually failed at this moment, and there was no reaction at all. You know, this ability is even defeated by the dark wizard Grindelwald.

"It's useless!?"

Hoffa asked the **** of nightmares.

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

The nightmare **** said loudly.

"hateful."

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

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

The nightmare **** reminded Hoffa loudly, "This is a dream world, and your good wishes will come true."

"Just think about it?"

"Faster!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and thought about it

He closed his eyes and thought for a while, and when he opened his eyes, an AK47 appeared in his hand. He looked happy, and immediately started shooting with a machine gun.

The fire spit out, but the bullets clinked and fell on the policemen, who took out the explosion-proof shield from behind unhurriedly, unharmed.

"Be bolder, here is a dream."

The nightmare **** scolded Hoffa loudly: "Don't be bound by those rules and regulations!"