Please ask the dream

The morning in Cellinina should be a calm and indifferent time. Usually at this time, even the robbers and the girls soliciting customers have already started to rest, and those who have to get up early to work for a living should already be in the company. Even those rich people who have no worries about food and drink will not wander around the streets of Cellinina.

But today, everything is different. The nightmares that should have been suppressed by the unique environment of the Star Ring began to descend in batches, and death and madness swept through this city that was already full of decadence and violence.

Fortunately, Cellinina has been hovering in the top three of the crime rate rankings of the entire Star Ring for many years. The residents have rich experience in violence. Almost at the moment when the violence occurred, they immediately hid at home and activated various defense facilities. Except for a few unlucky people who used auxiliary prostheses with high connection to the nervous system, there were no large-scale casualties - well, considering the usual casualty rate of Cellinina, it is not too large.

But even so, in this country with a small living area and a lack of savings habits, everyone understands that this turmoil may not be able to end by simply avoiding it.

At least, they have to consider whether the food in their homes can last until the turmoil ends.

Of course, the above situation is limited to ordinary people in Cellinina, and those gang members with guns in their hands immediately noticed this vent. As the saying goes, good winds can help you soar to the sky. When the vent comes, even pigs can take off. Facing such a large industry blue ocean, how could they ignore it when they are not very rule-abiding on weekdays?

Amid the shrill sirens, the easiest ATMs were violently dismantled, and then banks with paralyzed defense systems also became targets.

However, compared with the number of evil parties, Cellinina's wealth is limited after all, and they did not dare to rob the rich area, because in the Star Ring, the rich are the ones with the most power.

As the saying goes, wealth can make you a god, even if you can use guns to restrain it, the rich will only have more guns.

When the wealth that is most easily plundered in the market has been squeezed dry, gang members began to fight each other. This is not only because gang members are easier to kill than the rich people in the rich area, but also because of the conflicts accumulated due to the disputes over territory, manpower and other interests on weekdays, which are also the fuse of this outbreak.

In the early morning, it was only the mentally ill people polluted by nightmares who were rioting, but around eight o'clock, the sound on the street began to approach firecrackers.

In fact, many people's live ammunition had been fired at this time, but the occasional one or two live ammunition mixed in a large number of structural bullets could always cause considerable casualties.

Even in Celinina, such high-intensity street fighting is rare, and after killing, the gangsters quickly adapted to this intensity, and then quickly transformed into veterans with actual combat capabilities.

However, it is obvious that they are not the only ones who are making progress. In the constant exchange of fire, the gangsters who are hostile to each other have vaguely formed a dynamic balance.

However, this balance was soon broken, and the combat experience they had accumulated in just one or two hours soon came in handy, because - more nightmares, descended!

It seemed that the residents were panicked by death and killing, or because of the nightmare aura created by a large number of nightmare secondary bodies. In short, the whole of Chelinina seemed to have been torn open by a door to hell, and monsters from the dreamland began to pour out one after another.

A giant bird with huge wings that could bring thunder when flapping its wings.

A blood-sucking wolfhound with sharp fangs and skin as wrinkled as a premature embryo on all fours.

A sub-human species with scaly wings on its back and tentacles and compound eyes on its head.

A reptile with upright legs and dark green skin.

A strange pseudo-human with a twisted body that would peel off the skin of a living person and wear it on his own face.

…

Although they had already started a real fight, after losing a group of people in this nightmare wave, they finally understood the seriousness of the problem and joined hands again to fight these monsters.

A doomsday-like scene appeared at this moment, but at the same time, they also found that they were not only fighting with the locals of Celinina, but also creatures that had also descended from the fantasy dreamland.

Although they were still wary of these residents, at least now they were on the same side!

Sometimes, the doomsday often came in just a few hours. By noon, the human camp had begun to show signs of decline. Compared with the nightmares and residents who kept descending from the fantasy dreamland, their casualties could not be replenished. Seeing that humans were about to withdraw from the main battlefield due to insufficient combat power and become spectators who could only passively wait for the results, all the broadcasting equipment in the city that could still be turned on almost simultaneously emitted a noisy sound of radio waves.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The sound of the electric current was replaced by a cough that was not harsh. The sound seemed to have a kind of magic. Not to mention humans, residents and intelligent nightmares, even those crazy nightmares without intelligence pricked up their ears at this moment, trying to capture the direction of the sound.

"This is a melody advocating unity. As long as this song is played, no matter how disunited the people around are, they will unite again and be united..."

"What nonsense is this idiot talking about?" The audience, who originally thought it would be a declaration or a message about the establishment of a surviving place, felt very speechless at this moment, but the next moment, a sound that made people's hair stand on end suddenly exploded.

It was not any known musical instrument, but a creepy tremor similar to the friction between fingers and glass.

But it was not as harsh as rubbing glass, but with a traction that seemed to drag the human brain out of the skull. As the sound dropped slightly, a powerful drum sound spread out.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

This drum cannot be said to be played, it can only be said to be struck and vibrated at a specific frequency.

But with the creepy high-pitched rubbing of the strings, there was an inexplicable feeling of ups and downs.

Then, the low violin and the rapid guitar exploded at an inopportune time, but this incoordination began to unify in the most piercing frequency.

But the sound stopped abruptly at this moment.

From harsh noise to extremely calm, there was no transition at all. Just when people couldn't help rubbing their ears and wondered if they were deaf, a light sound that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly exploded!

Yes, exploded!

There was no sign. It was as if the sound that suddenly exploded in my ears was high-pitched and clear. It was not pleasant, but it was extremely catchy. The sound even exceeded the limit of human appreciation, as if the noise of scratching glass was inclusive. In the chanting, more and more instruments and more and more melodies began to merge into it.

The movements of the people in the battle suddenly began to slow down. Whether it was the violent beasts or the cunning sub-humans, they all fell into a state of stagnation in this sound.

The voice became higher and higher, and there was a faint emphasis in the song——

"We are all the same~~ All the same~~"

The subtle whisper, not like human voice, not like animal cry, at first glance, it was like a few strands of noise accidentally scratched by a jerky musician, but as the sound repeated, entangled, and overlapped, the increasingly strong sense of existence made people unable to help but distinguish the meaning.

Then, the sound that seemed to be a hollow ear, a homophony, but seemed to be the essence was interpreted by the language system, and then, their thoughts began to interact.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"I'm so hungry! Eat!"

"Everyone must die! Everyone must die!"

"I want to be the king!"

"Masks, more masks!"

"I want to be the legend of Celinina!"

...

All kinds of thoughts came one after another, noisy and clamorous, but they seemed like the thoughts that flashed through their minds on weekdays, just like a dragonfly skimming the water, passing by, but leaving a tiny trace.

After a short period of mental overload, there was an extremely strange change.

The human body began to twist, and the sub-humans and monsters became more and more like humans.

The creatures that were fighting before began to become similar, but that characteristic completely separated them.

The singing continued, harsh, dangerous, and dizzying, but with that change, they were shocked to find that the sound seemed to become pleasant, clear, and ethereal.

A few architects with enough experience began to realize that something was wrong, but they were shocked to find that their G·I force field had been completely integrated into the integrated network covering the entire Celinina.

The song was like a mandatory agreement. Just by hearing the melody, they had passively joined the network, sharing the shallow thoughts of all the creatures in the network to a limited extent, but maintaining a level that would not completely collapse.

The music became softer and more amazing, making people unable to help but listen. It was like the most beautiful dream, and the sound that could realize all dreams was filled with an indelible sorrow.

It seemed to be complaining, as if persuading, complaining that the audience was unwilling to join this great group, persuading the audience to become a part of the collective and join in the celebration.

"No, no!" The determined architect destroyed his ears, but the song followed the earth, the air, the light, and everything else to invade his brain.

The wave has rolled up, and no one can stop it!

The madness of nightmares was shared, human desires were diluted, and even the obsession of the residents of the fantasy dreamland was diluted. The huge integrated network covered the entire city, and the strange singing kept echoing in the ears in the indescribable sound of strings.

Then, in the almost integrated soundtrack, a weeping and complaining sound of the huqin suddenly sounded. The sound was like a sword of hope cut out from despair, separating the whole world.

No, it was not separation, on the contrary, it cut the boundary between reality and fantasy.

The door that was originally opened because of the nightmare was completely torn apart. It was difficult to tell whether the fantasy dream came to reality or the reality was dragged into the fantasy dream. In this chaotic city, countless strange events began to happen.

The original residence may turn into an empty square in the next moment, and the towering building will become a performance dome in an instant. On the lawn in front of the townhouse, cowboys suddenly appeared and were fighting with guns. On the top of the towering electric pole, masked people wearing tights were announcing their arrival.

The uniformity of the creatures that were almost assimilated was completely broken, and the creatures that were almost integrated were once again dispersed into different parts.

The rhythm that was not like a human voice suddenly changed and turned into a sad melody that could be appreciated by humans——

“I know, I know I've let you down~

“I've been a fool to myself~

"I thought that I could live for no one else~"

Although they did not understand the language that composed the song, the people linked by the unified structure inexplicably began to sing along. Not only the people, but also the monsters in human skin, the girls in strange clothes, and then, even the ones in the sky Giant eagles, dueling cowboys, and superheroes standing on top of telephone poles all began to sing this inexplicable melody...

Fusion, but then dispersed again, is it a feeling of loss, or is it a sense of joy?

The feeling of integration is so comfortable, as if everything can be done, as if everything is under control, as if...as if they have become part of the Creator, the complete and only God.

But that kind of integration seems to result in the loss of self, possibility, and everything. That is undesirable, crazy, and unacceptable.

Human reason can clearly understand all this, but it is difficult for them to ignore the inflated desire after the risk, which in just a moment is almost omniscient and omnipotent, and can almost hold the world in the palm of their hands.

"Letting me~Letting me~Letting me~Letting me~Down——"

As the song comes to an end, and the slightly harsh stringed instrument suddenly trembles with a "boom--", the people connected by the unified structure seem to fall, fall, fall, fall... just like the lyrics. …to the abyss.

The sound stopped suddenly.

A creature awakens from a great dream.

In this brief silence, some people raised their hands in front of them, trying to see if they had turned into monsters. Some people picked up their guns again and poured out firepower at the enemies not far away. Some people suddenly tore their own limbs as if they were possessed. The face, in the bloody mess, turned into a monster that stole other people's faces.

The boundary between fantasy and reality is becoming increasingly blurred, and the entire Sin City seems to have turned into a Shura hell. The person who caused all this is currently sitting on the top of the central control building, which has turned into a Gothic clock tower.

"I actually did such a terrible thing! Ahhh!"

The little loneliness was holding the guitar, shivering, holding the Yama beard, and Su Yeli, who had opened the gap between reality and fantasy, had a big female smile on her face, and said in her ear, "Awesome!" , "Excellent performance!", "Perfect guitar!" and other words, while Huang Shengsheng watched the big drum in front of her slowly dissipate, looking at the various forms of living beings below from the top of the building, frowning and said:

"If I couldn't sense what you were thinking, I would have already attacked you! Although I don't seem to be able to do it."

"After all, I'm not a devil!" Feng Xue put away her single-string harp and grinned, showing her white teeth. She dragged the cabbage in her hand and said in a calm tone:

"I just think that such a chaotic place is very suitable to cap my utopia!"