don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The surrounding scene changed visibly with the naked eye.

Zhuang Die successfully arrived at the other end of the corridor. It had been a long time since he smashed so much glass in one breath, and he was still a little unsatisfied. He moved his wrist and thought carefully: "The decompression effect of this job is very significant..."

He was already standing at the end of the dreamland at this moment, the whole dreamland was collapsing, more and more light seeped in through the cracks.

Different from the visual effect last time, this time, everything in front of Zhuang Die's eyes is like a huge glass screen, and the picture shatters along with the background, and each fragment refracts more pictures.

Some of those pictures are clear, some are blurry, and the light is refracted by countless picture fragments that are constantly changing in content, like a mysterious kaleidoscope that turns for the last time.

An emotionless mechanical voice sounded in Zhuang Die's ears.

"It has been detected that the dreamland crisis No. 1872 has been successfully resolved, and we are about to enter the routine wake-up process for employees."

"Number of people rescued: 7 people (including the dream master), degree of completion: complete."

"It is detected that a new employee has entered the job, and the personality model file has been established, and the evaluation results are only used for evaluation related to work ability."

"Get bonus points: 12840 points."

"Benefits for completing the mission for the first time: three lucky draw opportunities."

"The task contribution value exceeds 50%, and additional benefits are obtained: 300 units of exclusive blank dreamland."

……

Zhuang Die suddenly felt a strong suction.

He seemed to be forcibly pulled out of the space he was in. Everything around him was changing rapidly. Countless pictures flashed quickly, and were immediately replaced by new pictures. These pictures became more and more distant and blurred, and finally became extremely remote and magnificent The mighty flow of light...

When calm was restored again, Zhuang Die was already standing in a blank cubic space.

This space is completely quiet, except for a virtual screen that seems to be projected in mid-air, there is no longer anything inside.

Zhuang Die walked from one end to the other, roughly estimated the length of each step, calculated in his mind, and found that the space was about [-] square meters.

Combined with the mechanical sound I heard just now, this is probably the "300-unit blank dreamland".

"Are you implying that I will be given a house as long as I enter the job?"

Zhuang Die walked to the virtual screen, stretched out his hand to try to touch it, and suddenly felt an invisible wave quietly spread out.

At the same time, a strange feeling also appeared in his consciousness, as if he knew every corner of this space like the back of his hand.At the same time, a notification pop-up window also popped up on the virtual screen.

[Personal dream patterns have been registered successfully, please set the anchor point. 】

[Relevant tips: Please try to choose the personal and exclusive items that are impressive to you for the anchor point. When you stray into someone else's dream and the dream is not closed, it can immediately pull you back to your own dream. 】

After hesitating for a while, Zhuang Die took out the recording pen from his pocket.

A detection beam was cast from the top of the screen, and the recording pen in his hand was carefully and comprehensively scanned. A 3D image exactly the same as the real thing gradually appeared on the virtual screen, and it was slowly rotating.

Zhuang Die tried to press it twice, and found that the recording pen had resumed the recording function.

"In the sleeping cabin outside, my recording pen should have been captured and scanned at the same time... The instrument can capture all the details, and its efficiency is higher than that of the human brain, so the function of the recording pen has also been restored."

Finally able to talk to the recorder, Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly pressed the recording button: "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep..."

In order not to make himself look too strange, he had endured a whole dream without counting sheep, and he felt extremely uncomfortable: "27 sheep, here should be understood as a save point."

Zhuang Die muttered in a low voice while studying the rules: "The rules emphasize that you can only open your eyes if you return to your own dream, which means that waking up in someone else's dream will lead to some very serious consequences, 32 sheep."

"Dreamland is a closed and complete dream. At this time, my own anchor point no longer works, but as long as it is not completely closed, I can be pulled back by triggering the anchor point."

"The anchor is the hyperlink, 46 sheep."

"Personal dream patterns should be similar to fingerprint locks. After entering, fifty sheep, this space is mine alone... I can only get up every time I come back here."

"That said, I'm safe now."

Having roughly figured out the current situation, Zhuang Die was finally relieved, found a corner and squatted down, finished counting a thousand sheep in one go, and returned to the virtual screen refreshed.

He vaguely remembered that as a new employee, he seemed to be rewarded with three lucky draw opportunities.

In the real world, Zhuang Die seldom participates in activities such as lottery draws, nor does he play such games—it’s not that he has no interest at all.The main reason is that more than half of the small treasury he saved at the beginning was used to treat insomnia, and then he gave up the treatment in a broken pot.

Zhuang Die searched on the screen, clicked on the full-color page that looked like a company annual meeting, and found the lottery option.

Although it is not clear what the prizes are, but this kind of free opportunity may not be sold to other colleagues for money.

The content on the screen flickered at an unreadable speed, and finally stopped at the [Dress Up] category.

[The cloak of utter sincerity. 】

The light beam was thrown down again, this time with a cool technology like 3D printing of ideology, and the prize was directly thrown in front of Zhuang Die.

What appeared in front of Zhuang Die was a white cloak with a hood. Although the shape was simple, the details were handled very delicately. It was trimmed with silver thread, and the buckle at the neckline had a cold metallic luster.

"Why is it true to heart, is there any intention?"

Zhuang Die looked at the screen, took the cloak and put it on, and made two cool appearance poses for himself with sound effects, and subconsciously lowered his head: "..."

Adjectives are used very precisely.

Now he is not only showing his heart and soul, but even the skin of his entire chest and abdomen is transparent, and he can even clearly see that every organ in his body is working diligently.

Having become a doctor after a long illness, Zhuang Die can see that his heartbeat is not normal anymore, and he belongs to the kind of patient who will get a stern warning from the doctor after the physical examination, "if you don't pay attention to rest, you will have to be hospitalized for recuperation".

"It seems that if I don't accept this job, my life will really be in danger."

While muttering, Zhuang Die tried to take off his cloak.

As long as the cloak is completely removed from his body, the changes on his body will immediately disappear, and everything will return to normal.

Zhuang Die became very playful, and put on, took off, and put on the cape endlessly. He didn't take off the cloak and folded it until he had enough fun, and used up the remaining two chances for the lottery.

The two prizes I got this time are "Frequent windows that can't see anything" and "Doors that show nothing."Zhuang Die was very satisfied with his luck, and directed the light beam to install the door on one wall and the floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side: "It's perfect, it's like a home."

When there was still a TV to watch the news, Zhuang Die had seen several public welfare reminders not to indulge in holographic games. Now it seems that this kind of reminder is indeed reasonable.

With just a wave of your hand and a little brain movement, you can create a space that is completely your own. This feeling is indeed very addictive.

According to the time prompt in the corner of the virtual screen, he had already stayed in the sleeping cabin for eight hours, and the overly obvious sense of hunger was projected from reality into the dream.If you put on that daring cloak now, you can probably provide children with a perfect science and education video of "Why does the stomach growl" entertaining and educational.

After enjoying his empty [-]-square-meter mansion for a few seconds at the end, Zhuang Die sighed nostalgicly and chose to exit the work mode.

The countdown on the virtual screen ended, and the surroundings suddenly turned into countless interlaced dimension lines. The next moment, he fell into a large piece of weightless darkness...

……

Waking up again, Zhuang Die has returned to the sleeping cabin in reality.

This sleep was very good, he seemed to have had an extraordinarily long dream, his body was wrapped in lazy exhaustion, and for a while, he didn't want to sit up immediately.

A pale hand lifted the sleep hatch.

The light outside was a bit dim, and after a rustling sound, the voice of a ghost story anchor floated in lowly: "How did you sleep?"

"..." Zhuang Die sat up: "Very good."

Ling Su came back a little earlier, and was lying on the side of the little bear's sleep cabin waiting with a smile on his face. He took a closer look at Zhuang Die's complexion and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you have completed the induction part of the new employee on your own."

These sleeping cabins are equipped with the most advanced virtual reality technology at present, which can be perfectly integrated with the subconscious mind, and the effect is more realistic than those of holographic games. Many newcomers will immerse themselves in the novice guidance stage for a whole day.

Ling Su didn't expect that Zhuang Die would wake up on his own so soon.

"Reward points are bonuses, which can be added to the salary card at any time, and can also be exchanged for virtual items to decorate a private dreamland - we usually call it a safe house, which is an important way to relax after work."

Ling Su handed the bank card and work permit to Zhuang Die, and specially reminded: "Never build a safe house according to the real environment, and never build a safe house exactly like others."

Zhuang Die nodded, took the things over, and thanked him.

Song Huaimin was already waiting outside the door.He left the dream earlier than the two of them, and he had already gone to the No. [-] Middle School of Z City according to Ling Su's instructions, and brought back food by the way: "The man was found."

"It's a boy who just entered the first year of high school. His name is Xu Quan. Because of an accident that happened at school, he is currently on leave from school and is at home. He has been receiving psychological treatment, but his condition has been very poor."

When they returned to the reception room, Song Huaimin briefly explained the general situation: "Three days ago, he suddenly fell into a coma, and he never woke up again."

Ling Su opened the two lunch boxes, compared them carefully for a while, then pushed the better-looking one to Zhuang Die, and helped him unpack the chopsticks: "Have you contacted his parents yet?"

"Contacted." Song Huaimin nodded, "He is a single-parent family, and his family background is not very good. His mother is usually very busy with work and has very little communication with the children."

After leaving the dreamland, Ling Su sent a message to Song Huaimin, asking him to inform the parents of the person concerned about everything that happened.

As Ling Su guessed, Xu Quan's mother had no idea about her son being bullied at school.

After learning that her son had these experiences, Xu's mother immediately went to the school to report the students who bullied her son, and went through the transfer procedures for Xu Quan.

After tossing and tossing for so long, Song Huaimin was also very hungry. He didn't care about these two people, so he lowered his head and quickly stuffed a few big mouthfuls of rice: "This will solve everything..."

"Not yet." Zhuang Die said suddenly, "It's best to check the parent of the student who took the lead in bullying. It is likely to be his mother's boss, or the landlord of their rented house."

Song Huaimin was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

Zhuang Die was concentrating on chewing, trying to eliminate the pile of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him. Hearing this, he stopped his chopsticks and thought for a while: "Because of that mechanical bird."

In Xu Quan’s dream, the mechanical bird that was the core of the monster would appear in the bedroom, which meant that he subconsciously hoped to ask his parents for help—but the mechanical bird was finally hidden in the cat-headed wall clock, indicating that There must be some reason for him to voluntarily give up this layer of protection.

The relationship between mother and child may not be harmonious, the mother's requirements are too strict, and the son has reached the age of rebellion.

But even so, they're both protecting each other in clumsy ways that aren't necessarily correct.

"I see, we will send people to investigate." Song Huaimin took out a notebook and wrote it down, "By the way, Zhuang Die. The working hours here are not fixed, and emergencies are often dealt with. Dormitories are provided for employees. Do you want to live here?"

Ling Su buried his head in poking the phone, and suddenly interjected: "Old Song, you don't agree..."

Song Huaimin was about to annoy him to death. He took an apple the size of a fist and blocked Ling Su's mouth. He looked at Zhuang Die who was thinking, "Do you want someone to help you move?"

"Look for it, Xiao Zhuang probably doesn't have time to move by himself."

Ling Su took a bite of the apple, put the phone on the table, and pushed it to the middle of the table: "There is an emergency that triggers a B-level warning - black-hearted traders resold the design drawings of the safe house, and ten people's safe houses have exactly the same design , are now trapped in one of the private dream realms."