don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Zhuang Die tried to take a step forward.

The touch under his feet is cold and slippery, and it seems that he may slip and fall if he is not careful.He continued to walk two more steps, and had to stop when he was about to pass the first compartment.

At some point, the ground turned into entangled black shadows and chunks of flesh.The mixture wriggled slowly, wrapped around Zhuang Die's ankles, and made him sink slowly downward.

Judging from the current rate of subsidence, if Zhuang Die chooses to continue walking, he may not reach half of the corridor, and will be completely swallowed by the ground.

……

At the same time, at the other end of the corridor, Song Huaimin, who was about to go back, was also held back by Ling Su.

Because it was turning back from the end of the dream, the change did not happen, and the ground Song Huaimin stepped on was still hard tiles.

But when he was pulled back by Ling Su, the ground under his feet also changed.

The speed at the end of the passage was even faster than the end where Zhuang Die was. Song Huaimin only took two steps back before he could no longer move, his legs were tightly entangled from the knee down.

Ling Su's strength was stronger than the monsters on the ground, and he dragged Song Huaimin out abruptly, and the two returned to their original positions together.

Song Huaimin staggered and stood firm, looking in Zhuang Die's direction, his heart sank.

...By this point, the "rules" of the final act are already apparent.

You can return to the dreamland through this corridor, but once you want to leave the nightmare, you will be forced to drag your feet until you fall completely and merge with those monsters.

The two of them are standing on the edge of subconsciousness, the dreamland has collapsed and disintegrated, and the complete "dreamland" can no longer be maintained, and the boundary has also disappeared.As long as you give up turning back and wake up your personal anchor point, you can escape from this dream smoothly.

But giving up turning back means leaving Zhuang Die alone in the dream.

"Old Song, you go back first."

Ling Su supported him with one hand, and looked at the other end of the passage: "Find a boy who has dropped out of school because of school violence, provide him with social protection, and inform his parents of the investigation results. The school is..."

Before the bathroom scene collapsed, the washed school uniform appeared in the mirror, but it was broken into countless pieces in a flash.

Ling Su stopped and reassembled the broken pictures in his mind: "Z City No. [-] Middle School."

Song Huaimin frowned: "Are you kidding me, leave the two of you here, and I'll go back alone?"

Ling Su carefully observed those ubiquitous eyes, was pondering, and answered without thinking: "It's more helpful for you to go back first than to stay here..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly realized and explained sincerely: "I'm sorry, Lao Song, I didn't mean you stay here—"

"Don't stress!" Song Huaimin forcefully interrupted, "After I find him, what am I going to do?"

"Help him," Ling Su said.

Song Huaimin had already taken out his notebook, stopped recording when he heard the words, and looked up at Ling Su.

"Double insurance, in case the escape fails this time, the more stable the dreamer's emotional and mental state is, the higher the chance we will try to escape again."

Ling Su thought for a while, and then explained: "You should be clear about his out-of-control fear, and the rest of your heart should be here... Despair."

"Desperation that cannot escape, if you want to escape, you will sink, and the more you struggle, the deeper you sink."

Ling Su looked at the long corridor that devoured people: "The black shadow and the monster have cooperated. There are three types of characters in the black sheep effect, the helpless black sheep, the butcher with a knife, and the indifferent white sheep—even if blocked Turned into a shadow in the cubicle, as long as other black sheep can be found, they will choose to watch silently, so as not to become victims again."

"Once this situation is formed and the 'black sheep' is selected, it will be difficult to break it again." Ling Su reminded, "Relevant social help is needed to intervene and intervene, otherwise similar incidents may continue to occur in the future."

Song Huaimin didn't speak immediately, but lowered his head and memorized a few lines before asking him, "What are you going to do?"

Ling Su moved his wrist and ankle, and made two standing long jump preparations on the spot.

Song Huaimin: "?"

He hurriedly put away his notebook and grabbed Ling Su: "Even if the current situation is not optimistic, it's not so hard to think about it, right? Look at Zhuang Die..."

As Song Huaimin said, he raised his head and glanced at the opposite side.

Zhuang Die did not continue to try to leave, and had retreated to his original position.

He was standing at the far end of the corridor, while moving his body, he was vigorously doing chest and arm stretching exercises.

Song Huaimin: "..."

It was too incompatible with the overall atmosphere, and Song Huaimin couldn't help feeling that he should leave first: "What are you two doing, just warm up here, and wait for the reincarnation to reopen at four o'clock next afternoon?"

The dream has collapsed, and the strong emotions that maintained the dream have gradually faded during the after-school activities of washing clothes. It is still uncertain whether the next reincarnation will happen or not.

If you can't leave smoothly, no one can be sure what will happen next.

Song Huaimin really couldn't figure out what these two people were going to do. He looked at Zhuang Die who was rummaging through the ruins and dragged out a broken water pipe on the other side.

"... is also a solution." Ling Su rolled up his cuffs, "If it doesn't work this time, we will try this next time."

As Ling Su said, he had already picked out one pair from those red eyes floating in the air like blood moons.

After locking on to the target, Ling Su took a few steps forward, carefully measuring the distance.

"Don't move around! It's too dangerous, what if you fall?" Song Huaimin finally saw his plan, "Are you going to jump over?!"

"Yes, there is a slight difference between those eyes and the others. I noticed it before, and I always feel like I've seen it somewhere."

Ling Su nodded: "Just now, I finally remembered that these are the eyes of the cat-head wall clock in the bedroom."

Every time the hour is struck, the green cat's eyes of the wall clock will also light up red.

At this time, it will open its mouth and spit out that tattered mechanical bird.

"I've been thinking that the bedroom represents protection, which means his desire for safety and rest." Ling Su said, "But why does the mechanical bird that is the core of the fleshy monster appear first in the bedroom every time the reincarnation starts?"

Song Huaimin had never thought about this question: "Indeed...why?"

"It's just a hypothesis, the truth depends on you going back to investigate." Ling Su took two steps back, ready to run, "I prefer to believe that this is what he still wants to do subconsciously. one thing……"

He ran a few steps quickly, and suddenly exerted force on his feet, and jumped into the dark gray space.

……

On the other side, seeing Ling Su's actions, Zhuang Die finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already warmed up, bent down to pick up the broken water pipe, tried to weigh it, and then held it in his hand.

Now there is no special socket for hair dryers with unlimited electricity, and the chainsaw cannot be powered on, so it is temporarily useless.Fortunately, the bathroom was not completely collapsed and cleaned, and some handy props could still be found.

"I want to see what I choose... Should I collapse, run away, or stay and sleep?"

It was the first time for Zhuang Die to officially enter someone else's dream, and he didn't know if the other party could hear what he was saying, so he simply didn't wait for a response, and continued to mutter: "Imagination is limited, kid, there are only a few of them." Are there too few options?"

Zhuang Die took the water pipe and walked to the floating compartment again, and when he found any tentacles approaching, he poked down with the water pipe.

He was just an ordinary kindergarten teaching assistant, and his accuracy was limited after all, but his unrestrained aura like a spearfish still made the monsters on the ground a little afraid, and they squirmed and tried to avoid it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhuang Die walked to the middle of the cubicle in two steps.

This "seventh compartment" composed of black shadows and flesh and blood still looks the same at first glance. It is dark and oppressive, the wind is blowing, and the walls are cold and thick. It seems that it is impossible to escape.

Zhuang Die said to himself: "The strange story says that someone jumped off the building in the seventh compartment, so there are rumors that there will be ghosts. The door is locked from the outside, and you can't escape..."

Zhuang Die raised the water pipe and knocked on the wall twice.

According to Ling Su's analysis, the owner of this dream has been unable to maintain his rationality. In other words, the other party is also trapped in this dream just like them.

These fragments of memory, destroyed by emotions, have fallen into an unorganized chaos, and even the dreamer has no way of distinguishing the true from the false, and can only be engulfed in it all the time.

As a result, one of the most glaring loopholes in the whole thing has never been noticed.

"I've always been very strange." Zhuang Die asked, "Since you jumped off a building, there must be a window, right?"

Following these words, the whole space seemed to vibrate slightly.

"You also forgot, didn't you?" Zhuang Die asked.

In that simulated dream, Zhuang Die once smashed a window in the corridor, which was the "anchor" of the dream.

This apartment does not exist, and everything in it is built using the materials of the original dream.In other words, the window hidden in the wall in the corridor must exist in this dream, hidden in a corner that has not been noticed.

"You didn't forget on purpose." Zhuang Die stood in the cubicle, "After that incident, the intense fear at that time has been haunting you, and you can't escape no matter what."

"In the dream, the compartment became more and more terrifying, and the despair became deeper and deeper. I don't know when it started, you found that you could hardly tell whether you were dreaming or awake..."

Zhuang Die kept hitting the wall with a water hose, distinguishing each sound: "You almost forgot that there was a window in the compartment, and that window was blocked by despair."

Human beings are often deceived by memories. Repeated memories cause memories to be reprocessed again and again, and eventually even they believe that it is the truth.

There is no hope, no escape, no resistance is allowed, all efforts are in vain... These ideas are constantly strengthened by the environment, and even the victims gradually begin to believe that this is their true idea.

"But the subconscious mind still remembers." Zhuang Die said, "There is a window here."

The crisp sound of glass being smashed suddenly exploded in the almost still space.

The monster twisted and howled horribly.

The owl-headed wall clock suddenly sounded piercingly, and the mechanical bird rolled out, but was firmly caught by a hand.

Ling Su stood in the bedroom covered by gray mist. He smiled at Zhuang Die, stuffed the mechanical bird back into the mouth of the cat-headed clock, took the opportunity to send the lancet in, and completely destroyed the time-telling mechanism of the clock.

"There's another one here, there's another one here, here, here..."

Zhuang Die walked straight forward.

There were black shadows entangled with flesh and blood, but he didn't seem to care, and strode down to the next compartment.

He took the water hose and punched through the windows of each compartment.

The bright sunlight pierced through the gray fog and shot on the hideous and ugly body of the monster, filling every "seventh compartment" full of despair.