Victory Utopia

When the nightmare unfolds, no one can escape.

But at this moment, the black filaments were like thin hyphae, as if they had life, pressing Qin Yu into the blood plasma all over the floor.As he tried to breathe, the blood, thick as melted ice cream, splattered across his face.

The sharp black hair pierced his brain accurately, and at this moment, it seemed to remind Qin Yu of a nightmare.As if one foot fell into the abyss, the body was shaken, the ghost's face became blurred, and double images also appeared.

The severe pain was unbearable, but it deepened the impression of that dream.

Qin Yu hadn't had a nightmare for a long time. As he got older, his psychological endurance became stronger, and he was often able to force himself to wake up a second before the nightmare was about to happen.

But here, in this smoky room, nothing could have been more terrifying than a lanky ghost, easily defeated by a single nightmare.

"...leave...she..."

The broken words came out from the ghost's throat, and Qin Yu lost his mobility at that moment.

leave her?Who to leave?

In the next second, he felt a sharper pain from another part of his body, his abdomen felt cold, and something penetrated into his body.

Qin Yu watched in disbelief as the black hair was twisted into a rope and wrapped around his neck.

A familiar scene.

"You—" only uttered one syllable, and then the rope was suddenly tightened, making Qin Yu speechless.

The memory was dragged back to the brief dream during the nap in the afternoon. Until now, Qin Yu didn't know if it was real. If it was just an illusion, it would be too real, but it couldn't be real.

Falling backwards, spinning, falling straight into Utopia.

Qin Yu fell into a pool of blood without warning.

Ghost Shadow's face was torn apart, and half of his head collapsed inward like a melted candle.

The nightmare stretched out its arms to him, and Qin Yu was engulfed by the darkness.

Almost at the same time, Ge Yin, who was outside the house, seemed to sense something, he paused and then swayed.

His left eye seemed to be gouged out by a sharp knife, and the darkness took away the light in front of him.

With just such a second of absence, Ge Yin completely lost his advantage in the fight with the white hat.

The chain of the white hat flew towards him, the long stick in his hand was split, and the chain made of pig iron directly hit his calf bone.

The sound of bones breaking was terrifyingly clear, Ge Yin half knelt on the ground, and broke out in a cold sweat.

how come?

Then he gritted his teeth and dragged his broken leg, walking towards the house.

The blue hat seemed to realize something, and put away his thoughts about watching the show.

"Okay," he said with a grim expression, and grabbed the iron chain of the white hat, "he still made a move."

The white hat froze for a moment, then looked at the room glowing with red light, where white smoke was continuously coming out.He uttered a word that didn't make sense.

"Little brat dares... isn't he afraid that the world will collapse and the curse will return to him?"

"Let's see, it's rare for him to choose to make a move at such a juncture. I guess there is something wrong with the gate of the world." The blue hat was not in a hurry, as if he knew what would happen next, he stood with his arms folded. aside.

He sighed, seeming to be very sorry: "How can such a compassionate soul be qualified for the position of 'God Art'?"

After a moment of silence, the white hat turned around and scolded: "Don't think that by diverting the conversation, you can fool me and return Lao Tzu's body!"

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Qin Yu returned to a nightmare he had one night when he was 11 years old.

It stands to reason that he should have forgotten this meaningless dream long ago, but he always remembers some vaguely.

A very short dream, absurd but extremely strange.

Qin Yu stood at the door of the house, holding a knife in his hand, the tip of which was still dripping blood.

The atmosphere was depressing, the sky was purple, like a melting oil painting, and thick darkness enveloped the home.

Not far away are his parents.The two couples sat on the chairs facing Qin Yu, the old man looked serious, and the mother was smiling.

"We made it, son.

"Your name will remain in history, and your name will remain in history forever.

"Cut it open now, the fruit is always sweet."

Mom pointed to the table, where a red apple was placed.

Without saying a word, Qin Yu took two steps forward, raised his knife, and slashed at the apple.

The apple split into two, and black ink-like juice flowed out from it. Qin Yu didn't stop, he stomped on the apple, and pointed the knife at his parents...

Besides this dream, he also saw some other, even more unbelievable pictures.

Qin Yu was in this chaos, as if... returned to reality?

The reason why it seems is because he found out that he was the day before entering Utopia.

With the coat still warm in his hand, Qin Yu stood in the aisle.

"This is……"

Some trembling hands scratched the phone screen, and the time showed that it was the afternoon of December 2019, 12.

The location is the corridor on the third floor of the teaching building of Hongxi Academy of Fine Arts, the entrance of the office.

He is back?

The bell for the end of get out of class had already rang for a while, and it was the time when the flow of people was the most crowded. The crowd surrounded him and walked downstairs, which was real and familiar.

Qin Yu stared at all this in a daze, as if in a lifetime.

Someone slapped him on the back, and a figure jumped and ran past him, it was his student.

"Why is Lao Qin in a daze here? Let's go first——"

A few boys laughed and ran forward. The bustling crowd, overlapping, formed blurred spots in front of his eyes.

But is this really realistic?

Qin Yu watched a few familiar faces walk past him, everyone had a natural look, and there was no sign of suspiciousness.

Qin Yu bit his tongue.

It hurts, it's not an illusion or a dream, and the time in Utopia seems to be extra.

Utopia?

Qin Yu was stunned.

"I've been researching this recently?" Qin Yu murmured to himself, something seemed to be disappearing rapidly in his mind, as if he had a dream and couldn't grasp any fragments when he woke up.

He fell into chaos and confusion, as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it. It was getting late, and Qin Yu followed the crowd out of the school in a daze.

Cheng Qiubei came over from behind and put it on his shoulder: "Hey, you haven't left yet?"

Qin Yu's footsteps stopped, he frowned, looked at the visitor: "Why are you here?"

"Where can I be if I'm not here? Don't you mean that the smartest brain is not working well? I just came out of work, and I was just about to say it, only to realize that you have walked for so long to get here." Cheng Qiubei Waving the salary card in his hand, he said, winking: "I just got a windfall, let's go, let's have a drink tomorrow?"

"Have you finished writing the lesson plan? Running around, I have to take my cat for surgery, I can't go..." Qin Yu squeezed his brows, subconsciously said this sentence, Cheng Qiubei's reaction was very strange.

"Since when did you have a cat?"

Qin Yu opened his mouth and looked into Cheng Qiubei's eyes, it really didn't look like he was joking with him.

Before he could say anything, Cheng Qiubei said: "I know you've been thinking about raising a cat, don't you have time? How can you find time to take care of it when you live alone now? Listen to my brother's advice and find a companion to raise it. Ah I'm leaving first, the daughter-in-law is in a hurry."

Qin Yu watched the figure run away and disappeared.

Absent-mindedly being pushed to the school gate, the blue and red lights were dazzling and eye-catching, hitting the eyes, Qin Yu raised his eyes, his sight was attracted there.

It was a residential building next door. A person fell from the upstairs and died. The police surrounded the scene, but they still couldn't stop the spectators.

Unlike the first time when he left straight away, this time, Qin Yu stopped.

The corpse has been transported away, leaving behind a lot of red and white objects to attract people's daydream and suspicion.

Qin Yu crossed the cordon and looked inside, and the ground that hadn't been cleaned in time was full of coagulated blood and suspected brain fluid.

He heard the aunt next to him talking.

"Whose family's child? It looks so small, it must have fallen from the window sill."

"It's not the widow's. I saw her mother take her out to play in the street two days ago. This child has a very weird temper. She didn't scream when she saw me..." Showing a look of disdain, nunuzui.

"Is it hers? Tsk tsk, I saw her sitting in the hair salon several times, so she really does that job. How can this woman be a mother? My daughter can't stand it."

"who knows……"

Qin Yu's eyes fell on this residential building. The mottled outer wall had peeled off paint, and a large piece of the red wall had fallen off, exposing the ugly cement inside.

Such a dilapidated house can survive being knocked down and rebuilt in the center of Hongxi for so long, which is something that people enjoy talking about.

On the blood-stained ground, there is also a doll, a white rabbit.It's just that half of his head was stained red with blood, and two round eyes looked at this side.

A child died?

"Didn't you say you took drugs?" Qin Yu didn't know why, but suddenly said such a sentence.

The aunt next to her cast a strange look, Qin Yu smiled at those looks, and said nothing.

What drugs do children take?Qin Yu felt as if he had taken drugs today, his whole body was sluggish, and his head was throbbing with pain.

Suddenly, there was a smell of fir trees in the air, which was cold and special, refreshing like snow.

There should be no fir trees nearby, Qin Yu looked around and walked towards the subway station.

When he returned home, the dark living room was very quiet. For some reason, there was a kind of sadness in his heart, which was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Qin Yu washed his face, the whole house was empty and unpopular.

After eating casually, Qin Yu saw the portraits of his parents on the table.

When he saw these two portraits, Qin Yu seemed to have just realized that he respectfully burned two sticks of incense.

He lay on the sofa and recalled what Cheng Qiubei said, that there should indeed be a cat at home, an orange cat would be fine, Qin Yu likes this kind of pet that can be eaten.

There was a piece of news on the TV, the burglary murder case, the murderer was a tall woman.

"One person took ten lives? What are you waiting for if you don't get the death penalty?" Qin Yu clicked his tongue.

On the screen, the camera turned to the female murderer's face. It was a heroic-looking woman. Her eyes were fixed on this side, revealing a provocative smile.

Qin Yu looked at it blankly for a while, then went to the study to sort out the materials.

But he felt more and more depressed, such a day didn't seem to belong to him, but there were various indications that Qin Yu had been alone for four years.

Life seems to have no need to move forward, Qin Yu doesn't know what he is doing all day long, his work is done well, and his life is going on normally, but he just doesn't know what he should do.

There is no hope to be found, and there is no need to continue a perfect life.

Half a month later, he dialed a phone number.

"Hey?"

He stood in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. The person inside had lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were full of tiredness.

Qin Yu suddenly became irritable for no reason, and punched the mirror.

The mirror was torn apart in front of him, and the broken cracks reflected countless faces of himself. Qin Yu took a deep breath, and he felt that something was wrong with him.

The phone picked up.

He stared at himself in the mirror: "Sui Sui? It's me."

The fragment cut the palm, and the blood dripped down the sewer. When the faucet was turned on, the vortex was like a black hole, and everything was sucked in.

"I want you to give me the doctor's number, I'm not feeling well recently..." Qin Yu said.

However, it was not Ye Sui's voice that came from the other end of the phone, but a processed voice.

slow.

"Say, that word."