don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Little Mr. Ivan's popularity in this pier is actually quite good.

Although it is not ruled out that some people are extra polite and polite to him because they are afraid of pirates or dock owners, and they dare not offend easily, but this is only a rare case.

From the guest's diary, it can be seen that at least most people on the dock like him.

In addition to the prohibition of "absolutely not allowed to go to sea, and absolutely not allowed to approach the pier when there is a ship leaving the port", the activities of this small owner who can read, draw and draw well in the port have not been too much. Many restrictions.

When the school was on vacation and he didn't need to help settle accounts in the tavern, Ivan would carry his portfolio, brushes and paints and go outside to sketch.

He paints everything, trees and stone roads in sunny weather, taverns in the evening, children playing hide-and-seek under the trees, workers unloading goods at the port when the ship stops... He is also happy to ask for a portrait, just a few coins In exchange for a charcoal sketch portrait, anyone can recognize who the person is at a glance.

People on the pier said that Mr. Ivan's ability is really a pity - if he was born outside, he would definitely be able to wear a fancy dress like those lucky guys on the merchant ship they robbed. An art exhibition that can be chased by big shots.

"But he doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with it...at least I don't see anything wrong with him, and most of the girls in the town don't either."

"If those girls know that the carefully prepared chocolates are given to him, they will end up being distributed to a group of little pirates who are only two or three years old and swim in the sea naked all day long. Maybe they will be heartbroken."

Zhuang Die turned over a page of the diary and read down line by line: "Little Mr. Ivan is not talkative, everyone knows this, the tobacco dealer who came back last time said that this is called young and mature, and it is a material for great things. In the future, the pier will be in his hands Must be pretty good."

He was about to hand the diary back to Ling Su when he suddenly let out a "huh" and re-twisted the thickness of the front and back covers.

Ling Su stopped to tidy up, then poked his head over to take a look: "Is there something?"

"It seems to be there." Zhuang Die groped carefully, and found the place with a different touch just now, and drew a frame along the outline, "Here."

There is indeed a protective leather cover on the outside of the diary, but in the memory of the dreamer, there seems to be no gap left for it to open, so no one noticed this detail at first.

Ling Su took out the scalpel, carefully cut open the leather case along the outline indicated by Zhuang Die, and found a folded white paper inside.

Ling Su handed the paper to Zhuang Die: "What is it?"

"It should be Yiwen's painting." Zhuang Die took it over and looked at it, "It's a sketch, and the picture is very clear."

This piece of paper was sandwiched in the leather case outside the diary, and when it was opened, it was a vivid charcoal sketch of the scene.

On the screen, a group of people are gathered around a table, holding mugs of beer in their hands, talking loudly and intensely.The people outside stretched their necks and looked in. There were stacks of gold coins on the table.

Among the crowd, four were dressed out of place on the pier, wearing what the diary referred to as "spiritual dresses."The leader had a decent smile, leaned forward slightly, and with a cane beside him, he looked like a calm gentleman.

Among them was a boy who was about the same age as Little Ivan, who seemed to be the son of one of these people.Although he was also wearing a tuxedo and an exquisite bow tie, his eyes were very lively, lying on the table without any rules, and his eyes were fixed on the bulging pants pocket of the person opposite the table.

The person sitting across the table is probably the owner of the diary, slapping the table with red cheeks, checking his loss in disbelief.

"April 26."

Zhuang Die confirmed the date in the corner and handed it to Ling Su: "The day before the owner of the diary swore to quit gambling."

Both of them remembered very clearly that the unfortunate gentleman won ten guilders that day, and before he was happy, he lost another twenty guilders.

——Of course, betting with his head that he must quit gambling did not change his situation.

On the third day after taking the oath to quit gambling, this gentleman lost another fifty guilders, and also made up the principal of one hundred guilders.

……

"Playing hard to get, with a variety of tricks, knowing how to cast a long line to catch big fish, knowing that the wool should be gathered on a fat sheep, so as not to harm innocent and poor onlookers."

Ling Su admired the sketch, and commented objectively: "A group of high-level liars with rich experience and a certain degree of professionalism..."

Halfway through his speech, he was interrupted by an extra cautious knock on the door.

Ling Su put down the sketch in his hand, hooked his fingers to make the door lock open automatically, looked up and said, "Did you find anything?"

"Maybe a little." The hypnotist poked into half of his head, "We just checked the arrest warrants on the pier, and it seems that there are four more than the ones on the tavern..."

Ling Su and Zhuang Die exchanged glances.

The door of the tavern opened slowly, and the hypnotist and Z1 walked in wearing thick blankets. The first thing they did was to go straight to the stove in the tavern.

Zhuang Die had already mastered the snapping of his fingers to strike a flame, and was attracted by the new lock-picking trick for a few seconds. He looked away and helped the two people light the stove: "When did you go out?"

Z1 put down the lantern and changed into a new blanket, feeling a little emotional: "It's a long story..."

"So don't talk about it yet." The hypnotist quickly stopped him, and took out the arrest warrants under Ling Su's admiring gaze, "Team Ling, Mr. Zhuang, take a look at this."

He took out the four wanted warrants and took them off while it was dark, and placed them on the table one by one: "The others are no different from those in the tavern, only these few people, we don't seem to have seen them when we searched the tavern."

Ling Su took it over and checked it again, then nodded.

He accepted the arrest warrant, and pushed the sketch over again: "Now I see it."

The hypnotist couldn't help being taken aback, he exchanged a glance with Z1, and hurriedly leaned over to examine the painting carefully.

During their research, Ling Su also translated the four arrest warrants one by one, and had a brief discussion with Zhuang Die.

"It was found inside the cover of the diary?"

Z1 was distracted listening to the words of the two, and was a little surprised: "Is there actually something in this closed space? Then those backpacks we found that couldn't be opened..."

"Those don't work." Zhuang Die shook his head, "Everything here is based on Ivan's memory."

In the reality of a long time ago, the storm should have caused many guests to leave the tavern in a hurry without bothering to pack their things.

Everyone has something to do in a hurry—some of these people want to confirm whether the people they know are on the ship, and some, like the owner of the diary, cannot accept the loss of goods and money and want to confirm the salvage situation.

There are more people who must go home immediately before this sea storm lands, and pack up the pavement outside as soon as possible, so as not to be destroyed by the crazy storm...

The pirates looked down on their sporadic goods, and it didn't matter if they left them here and came back to pick them up the next day. On the contrary, they were safer than taking them out.

People who lived on the docks were used to dealing with this kind of situation, not to mention the reliable little Ivan was guarding the tavern.

And Ivan probably did the same as they did. After all the people in the tavern ran away, he silently packed up the scattered items.

"He's not short of money, and he doesn't intend to check the guests' personal belongings, so these things are either vague in his memory or he can't open them."

Zhuang Die handed over the compiled materials: "But for some reason, Ivan checked this diary, so we can also see the contents now."

In fact, Ivan didn't read the entire diary.

All they can check is the records of the past twenty days, and if they turn any further, the paper becomes meaningless messy ink marks or a blank.

"Because he either didn't read the content carefully, or he couldn't remember it at all because it was not important... Very reasonable."

The hypnotist added a new knowledge point, wrote it down and nodded: "If my memory is invaded, if I open my school textbook, it will probably be filled with the words 'return it all to the teacher'." ..."

Z1's knees hurt, and he coughed twice: "Please rest assured, under normal circumstances, 'cocoon' will absolutely protect citizens' memories from being invaded."

Z1 looked at the cut-off cover, and was a little confused: "But if you say this... what's going on here? Since it's closed, it means that the dreamer didn't remove the diary's leather cover at that time, right? "

"Although it hasn't been removed, Ivan knows exactly what's inside."

Zhuang Die said: "Because he drew this painting by himself and handed it to the guest himself - if I guessed correctly, when the guest put the painting in the diary leather case and put it away, Ivan should have witnessed it with his own eyes. this scene."

Therefore, even if you don't need to remove the cover to check it, as long as you touch the slightly raised thickness on the cover, Ivan can clearly guess what it is.

It is also because of this that before opening the paper and seeing the contents inside, Zhuang Die had already deduced these clues and the size of the paper in reverse, and made the most probable guess that "it is Ivan's painting".

This kind of reasoning trick is actually not worth mentioning. Zhuang Die simply explained a few words, then looked at Ling Su again: "Captain, what is written on the arrest warrant?"

"It's a joint arrest warrant, saying that these people pretended to be nobles and scammed money everywhere."

Ling Su responded. He had just finished calculating the complicated seniority and put down the last piece of paper: "They never stay in one place, and their whereabouts are erratic, so it is difficult to catch--if the above content about identity is correct, it is not completely true. It's a lie."

"They are indeed run-down nobles with clear royal blood and genealogy, but they have neither land nor money, and they are permanently exiled."

Ling Su tapped the table and pointed out the only useful part of the paper: "Whoever catches them will get awards and titles...at least that's what it says."

"It's a pity. If the tavern posted this, Mr. Diary probably wouldn't lose so much money."

Z1 couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He was looking through the information about Ivan that the two of them had sorted out, and he also had a general understanding of the situation of the son of the ghost and the young pirate who will inherit the pier in the future: "With the title, Ivan will not be held forever. Trapped at the pier?"

"It's very possible... With his talent, if he gets the title, he will probably soon enter a circle that is completely different from the current circle with his talent, just like what is said in the diary."

The hypnotist murmured and said: "Even if it doesn't go well, he can still board a huge luxury tanker under the management of Platinum Shipping Company, and meet a beautiful girl who is tired of the upper class in the first class. He will give her a portrait, bring her She participated in the dance party in the lower class cabin, stood on the deck of the ship with her in her arms and shouted 'Iamflying'..."

Z1 was still engrossed in listening to it, but the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he complained: "It's so grandiose to mix the plot of "Titanic" into it! Isn't Ivan banned from boarding the ship for the rest of his life!"

"So didn't they hit an iceberg in the end? They sank in the waters near Newfoundland in the North Atlantic Ocean. It was April again, and there were no sea storms."

Ling Su was very interested in hearing it, and helped to add: "This story tells us that all the gifts given by fate have already secretly marked their prices."

"..." Z1 couldn't find any reason to refute for a while, hugging his own blanket, and moved away from these two people without any trace.

"No." Zhuang Die said suddenly.

The hypnotist froze for a moment, then quickly waved his hands and said, "It's definitely not right! His name is Ivan and not Jack, I'm talking nonsense, Team Ling just helped me to go further nonsense logically..."

Zhuang Die knew that Ivan would not be on the Titanic, what he wanted to say was not this, but another thing: "Ivan was not trapped at the pier in the end."

He looked at Ling Su: "Captain, we overlooked one thing."

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows, he met Zhuang Die's gaze, and searched for a moment in his memory: "Street signs."

Zhuang Die nodded.

"What street sign?"

The hypnotist was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly recalled: "By the way, the one we just entered in the dream!"

When they first entered the dreamland, the hypnotist saw the road sign, because there were many stations on it, and hesitated for a long time holding the ticket.

The hypnotist vaguely followed the train of thought of these two people: "Those sites are clear, which means that the person concerned is also familiar with these places, and often goes back and forth between these sites."

"Is it possible that he memorized it?" Z1 thought for a while, "Because I was trapped at the pier, I imagined the outside world in front of the stop sign every day..."

"It's not that serious. Ivan is just not accepted by the outside world, not locked up here, so it's hard to have such a strong obsession."

The hypnotist shook his head: "Besides, if he has this kind of character, we will find a lot of maps collected by him in the tavern, or find a lot of imaginative elements in his paintings."

The questions asked by Z1 are actually very valuable, but the hypnotist has already contacted many similar teenage clients.

If Ivan really yearns for the outside world so much that he can memorize the sites he won't go to, there must be other manifestations to prove this point.

"There are no maps on the wall, and we didn't see one when we searched."

Z1 thought about it carefully: "His paintings are also related to ports... So that's the case."

Not only that, when they searched the entire pier outside, standing in the cold moonlight, they also felt a very strange feeling that could not be clearly distinguished.

This dreamland is completely determined by Ivan's perspective. He watched the entire port in front of the drawing board, imprinting every corner in his mind.

With a bit of salty and humid sea breeze, the sound of the waves is calming and regular. Day after day, the wharf is puffing and puffing ships, leaving mottled marks in the huge dock.

This is an almost gentle perspective that can only be seen when looking at the hometown.

For Ivan, he knows the outside world, and he is also familiar with this small isolated port.

When he picked up the paintbrush, when he boarded the tram leading to the outside world, when he was praised for his work... He must have thought about going further, to see a bigger world, to live that life. Live the life of what your parents call a "lucky guy".

This is undeniable human nature, everyone is born with this desire, especially he has this rare talent.

But if it really doesn't work, Ivan actually doesn't mind staying here, and just spend his life ordinary like this.

The people here are not very bright, but most of them have good personalities.The tavern guests are well behaved, rude but not violent, and everyone is a lot of fun.

Although it is indeed a bit regrettable, Ivan does not dislike this place at all.

……

"But... does anyone remember what those sites are?"

The hypnotist scratched his head: "It's ashamed to say, although I stared at it for a long time, I don't remember any of them."

"I remember." Zhuang Die picked up the arrest warrants, "But we still have to go back."

"No, it's dangerous to do so."

Z1 subconsciously blocked: "What if that train doesn't run anymore? With such a long distance, how do you go back and forth in the middle..."

Z1: "..."

Z1 suddenly had an ominous premonition, and unnaturally took a few steps back.

Zhuang Die asked curiously, "Did the sled be damaged by the storm?"

Z1 was flustered for a moment, and was about to speak after making up his mind, when the hypnotist at the side shook his head: "No, that sled is stronger than we imagined."

When he and Z1 explored all the way to the pier, they saw the simple homemade sled parked under a tree.Except for being drenched by rain, there is no damage at all, and the few thick hemp ropes are still very strong.

"Team Ling." Z1 swallowed instinctively and shook his head.

If he blocked the memory images in the background by holding the rag Ling Su gave him, he would not be able to drag the sled to run.

If you don't hold the rag, the new picture will be cruelly uploaded back to the headquarters again...

There was a tormented silence in the tavern for a few seconds.

When Z1 could barely hold on, and turned his head to flee through the door, Zhuang Die suddenly coughed lightly, and a smile appeared on his serious face.

"OK OK."

Ling Su couldn't help laughing, he stood up, and rubbed the little curly hair that had become more and more lively recently: "It can be seen that the mindset is really a terrible thing."

Z1 hasn't recovered yet: "Huh?"

"The owner of the goods store has a car, which is parked in the square behind."

Ling Su shook the car key in his hand: "He is very nice. We 'borrowed' the key when we got a haircut."