don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the pitch-black field of vision, images flashed irregularly and quickly from time to time.

The hypnotist was squatting in the shield of Z1. He had almost understood the situation at the moment, and he didn't dare to move at all: "These are the memory fragments of the dream master?"

"Yes." Z1 whispered, "Under normal circumstances, it has a more well-known name, 'Revolving Lantern'."

At the moment of dying, the memory area of ​​the brain that is about to usher in a permanent rest is the final inventory of this life.

The hypnotist exclaimed in a low voice, then quieted down and stopped talking.

So far, the research results that are closest to the scientific category interpret it as the last emergency response involving the participation of the coeruleus coeruleus in the brainstem... It's just that such an overly precise and cold scientific description may be difficult to summarize this scene after all.

They seem to be standing in a screening room composed of ring screens, watching a fast-moving movie that makes people dizzy.

All the pictures are turned into a third perspective.In the center of the picture is a tall, thin boy with pale blond hair, blue eyes, and brown freckles on his face.

Different from those people in the port with rough red faces and calloused hands and feet, the young man has pale skin, slender and clean fingers, and most of the time he wears a vest, vest, trousers, and a peaked cap that covers his eyes.

Even without that cursed time and place of birth, he seems to be born out of tune with most of the people around him.In most of the pictures, he is just sitting in the corner with his drawing board in his arms, smearing paint on it.

Those pictures seemed to be projected by shaking old-fashioned projectors. They were dim, shaking, and extremely unstable. Many images were fleeting, and many of them had large spots of light that seemed to have been damaged.

……

Z1 settled down, stabilized the output of mental power, and collected as many images as possible.

It is not too heavy a burden for him just to maintain a shield that is enough to hold two people. Z1 still has some spare energy, he keeps operating the background to capture and record a small part of the screen, waiting for the skill CD to be free, he still can't help but glance at Ling Su and Zhuang Die.

What makes Z1 somewhat incomprehensible is that the two of them didn't open the shield, but they seemed to be really not affected by this wave of emotions.

Even at this time, they seem to be able to clearly distinguish external cognition from their own consciousness, and they can stay awake from beginning to end...

"Look!" The hypnotist suddenly said, "It's over there, the third one from the left!"

The hypnotist reminded Z1 aloud, pointing to a picture above their heads.

Z1 immediately withdrew his mind and looked over.

While seeing the picture there clearly, Z1's expression was also slightly condensed, and he quickly operated the backstage to capture and record that memory fragment in detail.

—It was a tram that was slowly pulling into the platform.

In the newspaper translated by Ling Su, there are also several pages that mention relevant content.

This kind of tram that is driven by electricity and runs along the track was a new thing in Europe at that time.Although the newspapers have tried their best to promote it, there are still very few passengers who are willing to sit on it and have a try. People on the pier are more willing to choose old-fashioned carriages as their mode of transportation.

And the dreamer of the dream they were in, the son of the tavern owner, Ivan Jr., was one of the few passengers who took this train most often.

"Were the trams that fast back then?"

The hypnotist looked at those pictures, and he still remembered the figure of Z1 running against the wind on the track before: "I feel that when I have ridden on this thing, there are often electric cars roaring past arrogantly and triumphantly outside the window..."

Z1 hesitated for a few seconds, then subconsciously looked up at Ling Su.

"It's not so fast in reality." Ling Su replied in a timely manner, "This is a modification of reality by dreams, and it is usually caused by the subjective mood of the dreamer... Mostly it is the deformation of wishes."

The tavern was shaking violently, and Ling Su protected the back of Curly's head in time to prevent hitting the counter not far away: "Many times, it represents a kind of 'strong expectation that is inconvenient to express'."

The hypnotist pondered for a moment, then nodded: "No wonder..."

"……excuse me."

Z1 mustered up his courage and interrupted the communication between them: "Can you translate it again in words that I can understand?"

"No problem." The hypnotist smiled, "For example, you made an appointment with someone, and even though you got up late and just left the house, you still had to bite the bullet and reply 'I'll be right there'."

The hypnotist made a gesture: "If you can, you will very much hope that this broken bus, which is crawling like a turtle and has gathered all the red lights at the intersection, can suddenly fly up."

The sense of substitution in the scene is very strong, and Z1 quickly understood what they meant: "Ah..."

"Beyond that, there's actually one of the most common conditions, especially among teenagers in this age group."

The hypnotist pointed to the boy Yiwen who was carrying a schoolbag and a drawing board in the picture, and boarded the tram, and concluded meaningfully: "At the end of this journey, there is someone who he absolutely refuses to admit, but who he wants to see immediately. ..."

The hypnotist said: "So, no matter how short the distance is, wait impatiently."

Following the words of the hypnotist, the scene on the train was also shaken several times, and then disappeared into the dark depths of memory.

……

After a few more minutes, this turbulent and almost out-of-control emotional wave finally gradually stabilized.

After confirming that it was completely safe, Z1 finally removed the shield.

He let out a long sigh of relief, quickly walked to the side and sat down, took out a few large bottles of mental power supplements, pinched his nose and drank them down.

... To be honest, Z1 and other level-[-] direct taskers are not greedy for nuts that can restore blood, have special bonuses, and are said to even taste very crunchy and attractive.

It's just that they, the first-level taskers, are already well paid, and they have enjoyed large discounts on equipment and potions for a long time. It's not easy to compete with other taskers for those high-quality and cheap plants... I am ashamed to roll up my sleeves and trouser legs with everyone in full swing, carrying a shovel and digging potatoes.

It is said that a first-level tasker who was sent to maintain order, because he couldn't bear the temptation of being able to see but not move, had already applied for a job transfer, went to the Amazon jungle to collect poisonous mushrooms, and wrestled with dozens of large crocodiles at the same time.

"Thank you...I feel much better."

The hypnotist took half of the nuts given to him by Zhuang Die, threw it into his mouth and tasted it carefully: "It tastes really good."

His total mental power and consumption are not too much. After eating half a nut, his blood is almost full. He stands up and moves his hands and feet that are almost frozen: "Those... emotions, just disappeared?"

"No." Z1 shook his head, "They overflowed to other places."

Since the tavern was where the dream master used to be, the out-of-control part here must be the most turbulent and intense, so they received such a violent impact.

As the thawing emotions spread into every corner of the dreamland, the surrounding environment naturally calmed down.

At this moment, the environment around them has changed again.

Although it was still in the tavern, the messy tables and chairs had been rearranged neatly.

Except for the things they collected, there has been no change, and all the traces left by the guests have disappeared. The cups, plates and saucers have been washed and put back on the wooden shelf behind the counter.

The storm outside the window had stopped, leaving only the gloomy night sky and a cold moon, which illuminated the accumulated water on the ground white.

The hypnotist suddenly shuddered: "Why do I feel a lot colder... Speaking of which, aren't we in a tavern?"

He looked around with some doubts: "Why does it seem to be foggy here?"

"Don't look at me." Z1 leaned aside, raised his hands and said in distress, "My vision is also foggy now."

It will take a while for the mental power supplement to take effect, and he is still in a state where his mental power is on the verge of drying up.

Because the upper limit of mental power is higher than that of the others, Z1 needs to recover mental power for a longer period of time after two consecutive rounds of high consumption.In this state, the tavern in his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of near-white mist.

In order to ensure that his own state does not continue to decline, Z1 temporarily turned off all the skills that are not necessary to run in the background, thanked the hypnotist, took the blanket that the other party turned out and draped it on his body.

Wrapped in another blanket, the hypnotist looked behind the counter: "How are you? Are you feeling okay?"

Ling Su finally let go of the little curly hair in his arms unhurriedly.

He got up from the reclining chair, bent his left arm to support his right elbow, stretched his waist behind his head vigorously, led Zhuang Die to search around the wine cabinet, took half a glass of wine and handed it to the hypnotist.

The hypnotist took it unprepared, and after taking a sip, he was choked up and coughed up tears.

His face quickly turned red, and his throat and stomach burned as if he had been cut by dozens of knives: "What is this?!"

"The bootleg wine brewed by the pirates is used to refresh themselves at sea, and in their opinion, it can also cure diseases."

Ling Su reached out his hand in time, and firmly caught the cup that almost fell to the ground: "How is it, is it still cold?"

"..." The hypnotist clutched his throat, supported the counter in a daze, and waited for the alcohol to pass: "How should I put it, I don't have time to think about whether it's cold or not..."

"That's all right, I just solve the current problem."

Ling Su nodded, and handed the remaining half glass of wine to Z1 who was already a little scared: "Be brave, it's just a sip."

"..." Z1 stopped on the spot, hesitantly said: "No, don't you need it?"

Although his lips were already a little pale, and he even had a misty breath when he spoke, he still tried to resist: "Actually, I'm not very cold..."

Ling Su didn't force it, but just put the wine glass into the hands of the hypnotist.

The hypnotist who was on top of the alcohol immediately jumped three feet high, picked up the glass of wine, and ran around the tavern chasing Z1 who was about to flee.

……

"Although they are not conscious, the fact that this happens shows that the unconscious has been infected by the emotions of the dream."

Ling Su reached out his hand in time, and lifted the little curly hair that was almost knocked over.

He led Zhuang Die back to the relatively safe counter, and patiently explained in a low voice: "But it's not a serious problem...it's easy to solve this situation."

"First, don't let them realize this by themselves, otherwise it may deepen the infection and make it more difficult to get rid of the influence. For example, Z1 was easily controlled by the owner of the goods store before, and there is such a factor in it."

Ling Su gestured: "The second is to give a sufficiently sudden and strong stimulus, supplemented by appropriate consciousness activities..."

For example, in the tavern at the moment, those two people who are jumping up and down and chasing after each other, their activity volume and intensity are very good.

Zhuang Die listened carefully, nodded, opened the notebook and wrote down two lines.

He stopped writing suddenly, and as if he felt that the light was not bright enough, he dug out a new candlestick and snapped his fingers three times with full concentration.

Three flames jumped up warmly.

Ling Su rubbed the tip of his nose.

He seemed to be unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, coughed lightly, and took another newspaper beside him solemnly: "It's just right, it will be much brighter this way..."

Seeing a cluster of small flames jumping up in front of him quickly, it almost set his hair on fire.Ling Su quickly threw away the newspaper, raised his hand to make a hollow cover to cover it, and put it firmly in his palm.

"Have you learned how to make small flames?"

Ling Su looked down at the little curly hair who was ready to snap his fingers with both hands, and there was a smile in his eyes, and he bent his shoulders and gently pressed his forehead: "It's amazing."

"It's very powerful." Ling Su looked into Zhuang Die's eyes and said seriously, "In this way, no matter how dark it is, I can find you right away."

Zhuang Die was very satisfied with this praise, straightened his collar, and nodded solemnly.

Ling Su couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub his hair again, chuckled in a good mood, put his arm around Zhuang Die's shoulder and said, "Okay, let's take a look at the clues...what's the matter?"

He noticed that Zhuang Die seemed to have something to say, so he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What else did I miss?"

"Captain." Zhuang Die nodded, comparing the content in the notes, "I seem to be a little bit affected by emotions."

Ling Su was slightly taken aback.

He subconsciously frowned, his originally relaxed expression disappeared without a trace, immediately protected the little curly hair to his side, and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of Zhuang Die's forehead.

Zhuang Die looked down at the notebook and repeated what he said just now: "It's not a serious problem..."

"Don't worry about that." Ling Su grabbed the back of Zhuang Die's head, and pressed his forehead between Zhuang Die's foreheads.

The temperature of Zhuang Die's forehead is normal, not cold at all, his face is rosy, and his body is still warm and soft.

Ling Su didn't quite know what the emotions in this dream contained, so he could only make a rough judgment based on the dictation of the hypnotist and Z1. He raised his hand and shook it slightly in front of Zhuang Die: "Can't you see clearly?"

"It's okay, don't worry...it doesn't matter."

Ling Su's voice was different from usual, I don't know if he was comforting Zhuang Die or himself.His scalpel slipped into the palm of his right hand, he put it away after a moment of hesitation, and only supported Zhuang Die's shoulder.

Ling Su supported his shoulders with both hands, looked into Zhuang Die's eyes: "Where is the discomfort—"

His elbow was suddenly held down by Zhuang Die.

That hand was very warm, and the palm covered him, and the thin layer of frost that quietly covered Ling Su's clothes melted away instantly.

"No discomfort, Captain." Zhuang Die took the initiative to hug him, "I'm sorry. I remember, I will never use this kind of thing to joke with you in the future."

Ling Su was stunned for a while, and finally realized belatedly that this was an act of revenge against him for deliberately pretending that he hadn't noticed that the little curly hair had learned to snap his fingers to strike the flames.

The chest suddenly settled down, and the chill quickly faded away.

Ling Su stood there for two seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and violently messed up his hair, and laughed uncontrollably: "Ah..."

His fame was ruined... Zhuang Die probably never expected that he would fall into such a simple trap.

"Blame me, too careless."

Ling Su hugged the little curly hair in his arms and rubbed it, then punched his palm in frustration: "I didn't even check it before I put it on..."

"I should trust you more." Ling Su supported Zhuang Die's shoulder, and finally confirmed with him, "Is it really all right?"

Zhuang Die changed to a more secure statement this time: "There is no problem, but it is a little different."

"Compared to infection, this feeling is more like... Some of my own emotions echoed the emotions in the dream realm."

Zhuang Die said: "When we saw the tram in the picture."

"It is true that the same emotions will resonate." Ling Su nodded, a little curious, "Is there anything special about this passage?"

Zhuang Die didn't answer right away, but thought about it carefully for a while.

"Even if the distance is short, I still wait impatiently."

He repeated what the hypnotist had said, and looked at Ling Su: "Captain, that's what I seemed to think when you hugged me just now."