don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Ling Su seemed to be frozen in place suddenly.

He stared into Zhuang Die's eyes.

For a few seconds, he suddenly couldn't think of anything he could say, and just stood there motionless.

After a while, Ling Su seemed to have finally regained his composure, hurriedly looked away, and walked back and forth several times quickly.

Wherever he went, nearby kerosene lamps, gas lamps, wine bottles or other glass products exploded unexpectedly.

Worried that he would accidentally hurt the curly hair, Ling Su had to stop temporarily and rubbed his forehead vigorously.

Trying his best to restrain his mind, he dug out the broom and dustpan from the corner, and hurriedly swept the broken glass into a pile.

Zhuang Die was still a little worried about him, raised his hand and shook slightly: "Captain?"

"It's okay, I'm fine." Ling Su suddenly stopped at the place closest to him, "I just—"

Ling Su stopped talking, and he didn't continue talking. He just stood up straight with the broom in his hand, and looked at Zhuang Die very intently.

He didn't know what to say now.

All the things I want to say, it seems that none of them will be blocked by "Cocoon"... Even if this is a special dream realm, Emperor Shangao is too far away for "Cocoon" to directly intervene immediately. Was settled by Qiuhou.

If Deputy Captain Song found out, at least he would have to laugh at him non-stop for half a month about this kind of thing.

Ling Su dropped the things in his hands, rubbed his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and controlled the overactive consciousness fluctuations.

"Me too, little curly hair." Ling Su said softly, "I am also the same as you."

He held Zhuang Die's shoulder.

Ling Su bent his shoulders, and was about to explain the matter to the other party seriously, when suddenly there was a loud sound of a table being overturned from the corner of the tavern.

Ling Su: "..."

On the other side there was an unseemly row.

Z1's health bar hadn't returned yet, but he was already able to deal with the hypnotist who was dominated by alcohol, restraining him with one hand, and snatching the half cup of the terrifying transparent liquid with the other.

After all this tossing, his state of being affected by this dream realm has also been relieved in sevens and eighties. Z1 immediately poured out the half glass of wine, controlled the hypnotist with one hand, raised his head and shouted towards the counter: "Captain Ling! Look at him..."

"It's too noisy, isn't it?" Ling Su asked quickly without raising his head.

Z1 froze for a moment: "Huh?"

Before he could figure out how to answer, Ling Su had strode over and started to solve the problem.

He directly opened the door of the tavern, picked up the hypnotist with one hand, dragged Z1 with the other, and dragged the two of them out of the door.

"Team Ling!" Z1 hastily grabbed the door frame before he knew what was going on, "I can promise to be quiet! Think again—"

Ling Su had considered everything thoroughly, turned back to the tavern and rummaged for a few seconds, then thoughtfully threw out two thick blankets and two lanterns.

Z1 stood up in a hurry, caught the hypnotist who was thrown out, and then hurriedly caught the pile of things thrown out by the other party.

"Give me some time, I have important business to do."

Ling Su poked out half of his shoulders, looked up at the moon: "You can explore the pier while it's dark."

"Oh..." Z1 nodded, and quickly grabbed a lamp that was about to fall, "Okay."

Ling Su nodded his thanks, closed the door and returned to the tavern.

In the next second, there was a sound of locking the door.

Z1 stood outside the door and reacted for more than ten seconds before realizing that he and the hypnotist seemed to have been cleared.

"Excuse me..." Z1 shook his temporary partner who had just got rid of the effect of alcohol, "Did such a thing happen when we cooperated with Team Ling before?"

After leaving the tavern, the hypnotist quickly woke up when he was blown by the damp night wind outside.

He was supported by Z1 to stand firm, took a blanket and a lantern from the other party, and stood side by side with Z1, looking at the tightly closed tavern door in front of him.

The hypnotist stood in the cold wind, raised his hand and rubbed his face twice, resting his forehead and muttering: "How should I put it..."

...At no point in time, it is best not to forcibly interfere with these two people.

If they need a quiet space without interruptions, be sure to accommodate them.

The previous head of the organization who forcibly intervened and even tried to poach people has probably finally finished wiping all the bookcases, clutching the rag, and turned his target to his partner's office.

Z1 also in the cold wind: "..."

The hypnotist calmly raised the lamp in his hand and looked around by the light: "Anyway, it would be reasonable to explore the pier."

After removing the infestation caused by the dream realm, the hypnotist's sense of body has returned to normal, and his vision has become clear again.

There is no such coldness that seems to come from the bones, but the temperature of the environment itself, it is not troublesome to deal with it, as long as you put on a blanket, you will be fine.

"Maybe there are clues out there."

The hypnotist said: "If you go out during the day, you might be targeted by the shop owner who turned into a bald head holding a shotgun."

Z1 pondered for a moment, then nodded: "It makes sense."

He glanced back at the lighted windows of the tavern, and without wasting any more time, he and the hypnotist walked along the way they came from, and walked back towards the pier when they came.

The stone road has been thoroughly washed by the heavy rain, and there is no trace of dust, but there are many broken branches and leaves that were knocked down by the rain.

A stout oak tree was struck by lightning, half of which was scorched black, and the other half fell horizontally to the ground.

Holding the lantern, Z1 bypassed the extra "roadblock" and subconsciously looked at his arm held by Ling Su.

This answer was not beyond Z1's expectation... However, when he verified this point, he was still instinctively startled.

——Even though Ling Su himself had no will or intention to attack at all, when Z1 was dragged out of the door by him, he still couldn't make any resistance.

This effect is not derived from combat power, but is directly corrected by the cognitive level.

If for some reason Ling Su really decided to have a serious fight with him.At the moment of contact with the opponent, Z1's combat power will probably be directly corrected to zero or even negative, and maybe the background authority will be changed, and all equipment and health packs will be automatically replenished to the opponent...

Z1 trembled unconsciously, shook his head, and didn't continue to think about it.

He withdrew his mind, quickly followed the hypnotist, and concentrated on investigating the situation on this road.

……

Inside the pub.

While Ling Su was clearing the place, Zhuang Die was already sitting behind the counter, quickly reading all the items with words.

"This is a wharf that is not recorded on the map. The people who gather here also make a living from not-so-legitimate jobs."

Zhuang Die put down the last newspaper: "Even those cargo ships are carrying smuggled goods... It can be regarded as a place run by the government, only the tram line and the passenger terminal."

"According to the time when the tram appeared, it was at least the [-]th century, and the living space of the pirates should have been severely compressed."

"People here don't trust the changes brought about by the industrial revolution, and they still stay here, living a stubborn life in the old century."

While sorting out his thoughts, Zhuang Die looked up at the gas lamps and candlesticks not far away: "...follow their set of rules."

"They already have their own way of survival. They only travel by sea, and even if they don't communicate with land, they can still operate as usual. Even the local police can't do anything about it. They can only post innocuous arrest warrants for those who took the lead in sabotage. "

Zhuang Die turned over a page of notes: "The only exception is the tavern owner's son, Little Ivan. He was sent to the school in the town by the tavern owner..."

He suddenly felt that the tavern was too quiet, and raised his head from a pile of written records: "Captain?"

Zhuang Die soon found Ling Su.

Because the other party has been staying in the place closest to him that he can see as soon as he looks up.

The light from the candlesticks warmed the area.

Zhuang Die's thoughts suddenly stopped without warning - this was very rare before.

He likes the feeling of brainstorming after fast, extensive reading, finding clues and reasoning.

Although he can't explain why, but understanding and memorizing all the new knowledge he comes into contact with, and then storing them in the memory palace by category, filling up all the vacant places... This feeling will bring him quite a feeling. degree of security.

Still reciting, still thinking, this is a very definite feeling of being alive.

Zhuang Die didn't have the habit of stopping his brain, even if this state gradually got out of control, it had already caused many troublesome little problems.

The non-stop, fast-running and divergent thinking always makes him unable to sleep, his mind is filled with all kinds of thoughts all the time, and he has to rely on counting sheep to concentrate, so that he can calm down and rest for a while...

But just now, when he looked up and saw Ling Su, those noises seemed to disappear in an instant.

So far, Zhuang Die has stored a lot of memories directly related to Ling Su.

He remembered the other party's voice and the strength of the touch, what Ling Su said to him, and the yellow rose... He could also clearly recall the moment when Ling Su put his hand over his ear and became quiet instantly. world.

Ling Su raised his hand and waved it lightly in front of his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Ling Su was lying in front of the counter, he had been watching Zhuang Die all the time, and suddenly met the little curly hair looking over, and instead felt extremely nervous, "Did I disturb you?"

Zhuang Die shook his head, and continued to speak clearly: "He was sent to the school in the town by the tavern owner... he has to commute by tram every day, he is a rare educated and literate person in this pier. "

"He was born smart, good at oil painting, and got good grades."

"It's a pity that because of his background, being allowed to go to school is already the limit—people outside don't welcome him."

"A baby born on a pirate ship on the Cape of Good Hope, no matter how smart or how well he does in school, no one will forget that he is the son of a pirate."

"Other people at the dock don't care about this. They don't deal with the land originally, and their world is on the sea."

Zhuang Die said: "But as the incarnation of the 'cursed ghost', Ivan will not be allowed to go to sea."

Ling Su had already understood what Zhuang Die meant, and nodded his head: "After school, all he can move around is the pier... No wonder."

After Ling Su went back to the counter, he opened the messy and stuffed drawer and rummaged inside: "I saw this before, but I didn't pay much attention to it."

When translating those contents, he did not sort out the logical lines too carefully, nor did he collect and integrate those valuable materials.

After Zhuang Die made such a conclusion, Ling Su suddenly realized the role of another thing.

Ling Su's memory is very good, and he found that thing in the drawer after looking through it a few times: "With this, this little Mr. Yiwen can actually live well even in this situation."

Zhuang Die was a little curious, walked up to Ling Su, and checked with him the document he had just drawn out.

The paper quality of the document held by Ling Su is obviously different from other written materials. It has a very thick, parchment-like touch, and several official red stamps are stuck on it.

"It can be understood as the contract at the time - as long as an agreement is signed with the official, enough money is paid, and the red stamp is printed, it means that this is a legal 'company' and the land belongs to them."

Ling Su quickly read a few pages, and explained: "The owner of the tavern bought the entire pier. He is the owner of the pier, and this is probably the real reason why the goods dealers dare not mess with him."

Because it was all a bunch of well-written and sanctimonious words, Ling Su didn't check these documents carefully at that time, so the words above were still in Dutch.

With his introduction, the cursive letters printed on the paper changed, and the contents were translated page by page.

On this document, which is as effective as the land deed, there is a very clear mark stating that as the son of the hotel owner, Little Ivan has the sole inheritance right to the pier.

"……how to say."

Ling Su knocked on the stack of documents on the counter, and couldn't help complaining: "It seems that I suddenly changed from a cursed ghost to a landlord's young master..."

Zhuang Die is concerned about another matter: "Do pirates make so much money?"

"Ah?" Ling Su was stunned for a moment, and pondered for a while, "It's very possible that we can do something that punishes evil and promotes good, robs the rich and helps the poor."

He didn't even need Zhuang Diedo to say, and he quickly caught up with the train of thought: "The subconscious ocean is also the ocean. In the future, when there are no tasks to do, after we retire, we can consider changing careers."

Ling Su rubbed his wrists and murmured: "The private dream processing agency that specializes in robbing those nonsense, and this kind of person who has a lot of equipment and lacks vigilance, and accidentally ran to the opposite beach. Level tasker..."

"Specially escort them."

Zhuang Die corrected: "Stop them in time to prevent them from wandering in the depths of their subconscious mind, then train them adequately and charge appropriate fees for it."

Ling Su stopped Huatou in time: "...Yes."

Ling Su suddenly realized how he got his speech-free packages. He decided to humbly learn the art of speaking from the little curly teacher, and carefully said: "Mutual benefit, mutual help."

As the degree of dream changes deepened and the headquarters of "Cocoon" and the Psychological Association tended to cooperate, even Vice Captain Song could see that the situation was gradually undergoing irreversible changes.

Ling Su didn't think he was qualified to enjoy such a peaceful life like this in the official special event handling team to deal with a few relaxed and happy ordinary dreams, go home with the team members on vacation, and play games before going to bed. .

However, according to Mr. Xiaozhuang's analysis, the future life seems to be full of attractive attractions.

"Come on, for this goal, let's work hard first."

Ling Su suddenly became interested, rolled up his cuffs, and picked up the diary belonging to the tavern guests: "Let's see if this unlucky gentleman who has been helped by four liars in turn can bring us more clues..."

……

cargo terminal.

The hypnotist who was wearing a thick blanket and Z1 who was carrying a lamp suddenly sneezed and looked up at each other.

"Could it be Ling Que and the others remembering us?"

Sneezing is someone talking, Z1 gave birth to a little hope: "Can we go back?"

The hypnotist pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Based on my partner's experience, being remembered by Mr. Ling and Mr. Zhuang at such a time may not be a good thing."

The hypnotist cautiously picked up the lantern: "To be on the safe side, let's search again."