don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"Ector must have been thinking about it."

The hypnotist looked at the countless flashing trails in front of him: "If he wakes up in time, what will happen, will things be different after that..."

These questions also remain unanswered, because the soul of Eckert the Liar also died on that day.

He completely emptied himself without hesitation, leaving only a walking body, which was used to repack everything that belonged to Ivan.

Those bounty hunters who wanted to exchange four crooks for medals were furious when they found that the smallest body was missing. They searched the pier for three days, and finally concluded that it was swept away by the high tide in disappointment.

Those hunters were still not reconciled, and held up their guns to forcibly confiscate the sailboat of the owner of the cargo dealer and went out to search for it.Later, I heard people say that those desperadoes encountered ghosts not long after they went out to sea, and never came back.

Empty sailboats moored in the port.

The owner of the goods store was fortunate and surprised that he had never seen any ghosts.Besides, he has been staying by the sea, and the weather has been calm for the past few days, and he hasn't seen any storms.

While dragging the cable to bring the sailboat back, the owner of the freight forwarder accidentally caught a glimpse of Ivan, took off his hat and shook it at him.

Everyone on the pier knew that the little liar had died at gunpoint, and they didn't dare to mention this in front of Ivan, so they could only stay away and let him stay alone as much as possible.

It's a good thing the pirates got wind of it and fled.

Everyone knew very well that, except for the bounty hunters, those officials were not looking at titles and bounties, but at this pier—if the pirates left a little later, they might be wiped out together.

It's just that it won't be long before someone will be sent to take over the pier, which still makes the remaining people a little flustered.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen," Ivan said.

He seemed to have become thin and emaciated quickly in just a few days, his face was extremely pale, his body was covered in a thick black smock, and the brim of his hat deeply pressed his eyes.

But anyone can still recognize it as Mr. Ivan at a glance—because his shoulders are still so straight, and his movements, tone and steps are exactly the same as before.He still dared not touch the gentlest horses for a moment, and never came to the sea when there were sailing ships.

Even though such a big thing happened, he was still as calm and calm as before, commanding everyone to quickly clean up the situation, allowing life to temporarily return to its original state as quickly as possible.

"I'll take care of everything and there won't be any problems."

Ivan stood on the shore, his eyes calmly fell on the empty sailboat, and he repeated softly: "Everything."

The shop owner couldn't see his eyes, but he shivered involuntarily.

He couldn't help but look at his ship that was snatched by the genuine bounty hunters. What those people were going to do after snatching this ship, the owner of the cargo store knows better than anyone... At this moment, he seemed The rumored ghost was seen on Ivan.

……

After that, the wharf changed hands frequently for about two or three years.

Finally one day, good news came from the town. A young, promising and clean businessman bought the pier.

The new owner of the pier is very good. Not only did he not drive away any people who were already in the pier, but he also brought many job opportunities that they had never heard of. The windows of people who are on the Internet, urging them to get up, go to school and work as soon as possible, can they actually make money?

The people on the pier finally breathed a sigh of relief, their lives became better little by little, and they were no longer so distinct from those in the town.

The rich young businessman didn't seem to be here very often, and after hearing the legend of the pier pirates, he expressed interest and funded a sum of money to find "the last pirate".

Then there was another legend.It is said that there are no young rich businessmen at all, it is that Mr. Ivan went outside to find a way to get a lot of money, and then used disguise to dress up as another person... But this childish way of saying is just It was circulated among those half-children, but most of the adults still didn't think so.

Everyone knew that Mr. Ivan went to school outside, and he stayed in the tavern the rest of the time.

When the skeleton flag was flying in the sky last time, some people saw little Mr. Evan climbed to the roof to put the lantern.

...Besides, the disguise technique is just a little trick of a liar, how can it be so magical, can it really turn a living person into another person completely, and others can't find any clues?

The owner of the goods store talked about this matter loudly with people. Ninety-nine percent of the people on the pier are born with loud voices. They have to compete with the wind and waves to see who has the loudest voice. This cannot be changed no matter what.

Behind him, the mysterious young rich businessman rubbed his ears, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, lowered the brim of his hat and walked towards the distant beach.

There were no fish there, only waves and rocks, and no one knew what he was doing there.

The people on the pier have long been used to this gentleman's weird behavior. As long as he can make money, no one will object to him even if he removes the floating bridge of the pier as a door panel.

It’s just that every time after the young rich businessman left, someone would see a ghost before dawn—it was definitely a ghost, a translucent shadow standing motionless in the sea, no matter you shouted at it, splashed water on it, or threw stones at it, it would not stop. like a statue.

Over time, no one feels scared anymore.It is only occasionally noticed that each time the new owner of the pier leaves, the color of the ghost seems to become a little darker than before.

No one knows that the sly and bright young liar has turned into a motionless ghost, trapped forever in the icy sea that once hugged Ivan for the last time.

This is the near-death dreamland of the liar Eckert.

It was Ivan Fremont who survived, and only Ivan Fremont.

……

"The ghost is... Eckert's soul?"

Z1 looked at the shadow picked out by Zhuang Die from his memory, he frowned and searched carefully for a long time, and said in a low voice: "In all the following stories, Eckert completely disappeared."

"He dissociated his consciousness and used it to fill up Ivan in his memory."

The hypnotist nodded: "He has to get enough money to buy the pier as soon as possible, so he has to go back to his old business and go back to being a liar for a while... Every time this time comes, he will come here."

The hypnotist looked at Ling Su, and asked after deliberation: "In this case, can he still be considered rational and sober?"

"Very sensible." Ling Su responded, "Look, he hasn't turned into a shadow until now."

The hypnotist was stunned instinctively, and turned to look over: "Is Eckert's consciousness in this dream domain?"

"How is it possible?!" Z1 stood up in astonishment, "'Cocoon' has obviously been investigated, and there is no active consciousness fluctuation..."

Ling Su was noncommittal, rubbing his neck slowly, and looked at the ghost that Zhuang Die had pulled out of his memory.

Z1 was stunned for more than ten seconds before finally reacting.

...that ghost has nothing to do with "activity" or "consciousness fluctuation"

It fell asleep motionless, and had already completely turned into the same color as all the track rain, like a thick fog mixed with night and light, and all details were blurred.

If it hadn't been pulled out by Zhuang Die, Z1 would almost have thought it was just a projection.

"Should... find a way to wake him up?" Z1 asked in a low voice, "Isn't this too cruel for him?"

Although he didn't know what Zhuang Die was going to do, Z1 looked at Eckert's ghost, and for the first time he hesitated about the consciousness in the dream.

"I'm also hesitating." Zhuang Die raised his gaze, "But Ivan in my memory promised to wait for him on the other side of the River Styx."

Z1 also heard this sentence, he didn't pay attention to it at the time, only then did he vaguely realize something, and frowned: "You mean..."

Zhuang Die looked at Z1: "You are in the opposite 'that world', and you chose to go to the beach while relaxing?"

Due to the nature of dreams within dreams, Z1's memory of this part is already very vague, so he tried his best to recall for a while: "Yes...they were still in the system store at the time, I don't know why I really want to fish."

Zhuang Die asked directly, "Has anyone talked to you on the beach?"

Z1 was stunned for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes.

... There was a young man.

In the dream, he couldn't remember the other person's appearance clearly, he could only vaguely remember some vague fragments.

When he was carrying a fishing rod and bucket, stepping on the sandy beach blankly thinking why he suddenly wanted to fish, he once met a young man wearing a soft felt hat.

The other party looked polite, took off his felt hat, greeted him, and asked him if he had ever seen a dream about the pier.

Z1 thought that the other party was also a tasker, and when he heard him mention the pier, he talked with the other party about the near-death dream realm he had just explored, and also mentioned that "cocoon" was going to block it and transfer this dream to the subconscious mind. deep……

……

"Let's go to the station."

Zhuang Die searched in the sorted track, and picked off a string of raindrops shrouded in thick fog.

The environment around them changed rapidly, and the rain of countless flashing tracks also quietly disappeared. When everything was completely stable, they returned to the original platform that was shrouded in thick fog.

The tide receded, and the isolated island under the three of them became the ground.

It wasn't until this time that Z1 realized that they were standing in exactly the same position as when they first entered the mission, and he appeared on the opposite side of the track again.

"The number of missions in this dreamland is four people, which happens to be the number of liars, and the route you explored according to 'cocoon' fits the trajectory of the four liars."

Zhuang Die said: "So, when you return to this dream, you are recognized by the dream as an existing character in the trajectory."

"If it is a normal tasker, it should stand on our side and get a ticket when entering the dream realm."

Zhuang Die looked at him: "You probably weren't sent back by 'Cocoon'."

Z1 also vaguely remembered now: "Yes! I seem to have been knocked out with a shotgun butt, and then dragged to a boat, floating all the way into the mission..."

He raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and actually found a fist-sized bag.

The hypnotist helped him to check his hair. Looking at the blood that was still swollen and shiny, his mood was a bit complicated: "How should I say it? Are you worthy of being a pirate and a first-level tasker..."

"It still hurts a bit, but I thought it was because I used my brain too much, so I didn't pay much attention."

Z1 rubbed the back of his head: "I understand, the reason why the tram refused to pull me was because I accidentally took the role of one of the liars... probably Eckert's trajectory."

He still remembers the experience that when he went to the pier for the second time, he was picked up by the owner of the cargo dealer and almost thrown into the abandoned dock to feed the fish. Set a good "trajectory".

"What about scaring the tavern keeper with a chainsaw and shaving the goons?"

The hypnotist couldn't help asking: "Are these also pre-set trajectories? There should be no such thing at that time..."

"These are another situation." Z1 explained, "If I'm not wrong, Mr. Zhuang began to suspect that the consciousness of the dreamer is still in this dream."

As he spoke, he looked up at Zhuang Die.

Being able to respond to things that did not belong to that era at that time meant that this dream still retained the ability to "think".

The well-informed young liar hid in his dream and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a powerful thing, but still relied on instinctive thinking to simulate a new trajectory.

Because of this new unexpected stimulus, the long-sleeping consciousness began to thaw and wake up, so there was the sudden loss of emotional control and cognitive tsunami.

"It really dissociates myself completely..."

Z1 was silent for a while, walked towards the ghost boy led by Zhuang Die, and sighed softly: "It doesn't look like a dream master at all, does it matter if your trajectory is led by others?"

"He probably expects someone to do better than himself."

The hypnotist replied softly: "He doesn't know. In that case, he and Ivan have actually reached the limit of what they can do."

Those are two children who are still very thin and immature. They have not had time to grow up into elegant gentlemen and gentle painters as they expected as they lay in the grass with their arms pillowed on their heads. They traveled together by train to all places .

Z1 didn't speak, but couldn't resist raising his hand and rubbing the top of the ghost's head.

The moment he came into contact with the ghost in the figure of a young man, an invisible force suddenly changed Z1's expression.

The seemingly boundless cold and suffocating feeling instantly drowned Z1 silently.

It was as if he was suddenly restricted from all his movements, all the strength in his body suddenly disappeared, and something dragged him down continuously.

The hypnotist was the first to notice the abnormality, and raised his head in panic: "Team Ling!"

"It's okay, it's not a bad thing to have a long memory."

Ling Su taught on the spot and patted Z1 on the shoulder: "Do you remember? This is the real cognitive intrusion."

Z1: "..."

"Close your eyes." Ling Su said.

Z1 couldn't move at all, and was forced to keep his eyes open all the time, staring at him motionlessly.

Ling Su sighed softly, blocked Z1's line of sight with his left hand, and pushed Z1 completely out of Eckert's trajectory with his right hand, which seemed to use some kind of force to push him in the chest.

Without delay, he raised his leg and kicked Z1, who still hadn't recovered his mobility, towards the hypnotist.The scalpel fell on the palm of his hand, and the cold light flashed from his hand up and down.

There was an extra wound on the ghost's left chest, and a semi-solidified icy liquid like mercury slowly dripped out.

Ling Su stared intently at the wound, and stretched out his left hand. Zhuang Die had already handed him the blade of grass that was also taken from the track.

Ling Su used the blade of grass to tie a knot on the silk tulip, put it in his palm and twisted it with his hands, and when he spread his palm again, it turned into a real tulip that was blooming enthusiastically.

He cut all the tracks, and put the tulip wrapped in green grass into the ghost's empty chest.

Zhuang Die took out the brush that belonged to Ivan.

A colored mist gathers on the tip of the pen, it is a kind of flowing blue, like the dots of fluorescent light flickering on the waves at night.

Those beautiful blue eyes were always on Eckert.

Ivan stared at Eckert for a long time, that young man who was as cunning as a fox but innocent and kind as a rabbit was a liar who was cuter than anyone else.

The time they spent together was so short that it was not enough to record every minute and every second with a brush.

Eckert quietly added milk to his coffee cup, secretly watched him from outside the school window, and stuffed candies in his pockets that children were interested in while he was asleep.

Eckert dragged him on the railroad tracks, rolled him in the grass, and rode the horse, chasing the tram at full speed.

They went wandering on the pier in the middle of the night, on the night-shrouded beach, Eckert politely took off his hat to him, held his hand, and danced those dances that only lovers can dance in the rhythm without music.

The stupidest liar in the world, he thought he never revealed his heart.

The paintbrush does not need to be controlled by the dreamer at all, it paints every detail of Eckert skillfully, attentively, and meticulously.

……

The tram slowly entered the station, and this time Z1 boarded it smoothly.

Zhuang Die directly took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, and all of them got on the bus, only the ghost was still rejected from the tram.

Eckert's ghost remained in place.

He lowered his head slowly, blankly looking at the strange, colored self and the flowers blooming on his chest.

Ling Su sighed softly, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay..."

He rubbed his neck, got up and walked towards the cab. Not long after, the speed of the tram that was about to speed up suddenly slowed down.

That kind of speed is as slow as kicking the grass, walking slowly forward, while quietly looking behind, impatiently waiting for the stupid guy to catch up as soon as possible.

The ghost was smashed in the face by a thrown floppy hat.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly grasped the soft felt hat tightly, and eagerly raised his head on tiptoe.

He had never made such a big move, and the entire dream realm shook violently as the dream master woke up.

"Evan?"

The ghost said softly, his eyes returned to their original color, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath: "Ivan? Ivan!"

This is Ivan's hat, he must have recognized it correctly - but Ivan will never come back again.

What happened to Evan?He couldn't remember, someone messed with his mind, all the tracks were messed up, and there were countless rails in front of him extending in completely different directions.

Where do these railroad tracks lead?Where will this tram go?

God, Ivan is in the car, he's still thinking about these useless things!

The devil cares about this kind of thing!

Holding his hat tightly, he ran after the tram desperately.

He ran like a real kid, grinning and shouting, shaking his arms at the people in the car window.Occasionally tripped over a stone that was in the way under his feet, and quickly got up on the ground with both hands and feet.

He excitedly sang a song loudly, which he learned at the pier. The old man in the tavern said it was a "song of pirates". As long as he sang the song, he could find his lost companions on the sea.

Eckert was desperately chasing the train, while quickly searching nearby.

He quickly found an empty carriage, and Eckert wasted a few seconds to untie a horse, fish out a few gold coins from his pocket and throw them into the cart.

He flew on his horse, and rushed out after the tram that was heading into the distance.

The tram does not go to the usual railroad track at the pier, and the sea is just ahead, and the train will go all the way to the sea...but so what?

He went to find Yiwen, even if he went to the horizon or the end of the world, it would be fine!

Eckert stood up on the horse, the bright sunlight reflected the ripples on the sea, he jumped in without hesitation, the cold water splashed everywhere, and he couldn't help but think of his prank again.

In order for the ghost son who had never been in the sea to enjoy the taste of the ocean, he specially made a basin full of sea water and put it on the door of the tavern. As a result, he accidentally blocked the old man who opened the door first.

Ivan dragged him and ran away. The two of them ran across the pier like the wind, jumped over the pontoon bridge, and jumped back and forth on the expensive cargo boxes of the cargo dealer.

Eckert vigorously wiped the sea water from his face. He was about to continue to catch up, but found that the tram disappeared at some point.

He seemed to be running a little too fast, and was about to run to the other side.

There are no tracks or cars here, only the blue water, they are as blue as Ivan's eyes...

When Eckert heard someone calling his name, he froze for a moment, then suddenly recognized the familiar voice, and raised his head in disbelief.

Ivan rowed a small wooden boat, came from the not-too-distant shore, and appeared in front of him.

The little pirate's rowing skills were still so poor, and he couldn't stand it after such a short distance, holding his knees and panting heavily.

"Why did you come here?!"

Yiwen jumped off the boat. He didn't dare to touch the majestic tall horse, so he could only stop not far away: "I have been waiting for you here for more than 100 years! I can't go back on my own. Fortunately, I met a man from The person coming across, I ask him to go back and find you..."

Just as Eckert jumped off the horse without hesitation, he walked halfway towards Ivan and was stunned: "How long?!"

He obviously just fell asleep in that icy sea.

That feeling was really hard, so hard that he almost suspected that he had been frozen in place for thousands or tens of thousands of years...but that was impossible after all.

He didn't hear the time that Ivan said, Eckert was a little uneasy, and stopped: "Have you waited for a long time? I'm sorry..."

Yiwen paused, and quickly interrupted: "What do you care about? When you saw me, all you could remember was poking so far and talking to me?"

Eckert is very familiar with this state. The calm and talented painter will only become extraordinarily arrogant and unreasonable at this time, showing a little bit of his family's true qualities of a pirate.

He cleared his throat and reminded inappropriately: "Ivan, your ears are red..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was completely interrupted by a handful of seawater splashing towards him.

Eckert took a mouthful of the salty and bitter sea water, and laughed out loud instead.He was out of breath from laughing, and even tears came out—the tears flowed more and more, and his whole body seemed to melt, and he fell into the sea exhausted.

Before he was submerged in the sea, Ivan had rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"I finally dreamed of you." Eckert touched his face and called him softly, "Ivan."

He showed a tired smile, sighed contentedly, and buried his face in Ivan's arms.

This is the last bit of his brain that can be used. When this bit of consciousness dissipates, his last trace will probably disappear completely from this world.

"Thank you." Eckert closed his eyes, "This time it really seems real..."

Before he could fully fall asleep in this best dream, Eckert's hair was unceremoniously pulled hard, and the pain of pulling his scalp forcibly pulled his mind back in an instant.

Eckert was a little taken aback, and opened his eyes in surprise and suspicion.

...he didn't disappear.

The flower that was placed in the chest was still blooming clearly and enthusiastically, maintaining Eckert's consciousness, preventing him from dissipating as expected, and still sitting in the cold sea water.

Ivan didn't disappear either, this wasn't his dream, they were in the sea not far from the shore.

On the chest of Eckert's shirt, there is also a piece of paper folded into four squares.

"Can't see it!" Eckert suddenly came back to his senses, and hurried to grab it, but Ivan still got it in advance: "I can't see the picture I drew for you?"

Eckert was tongue-tied, and his face burned up.

"Okay, save your energy." Ivan hugged Eckert and let him lean on his body, "There are other things written on it... It's the messages from the visitors on the opposite side."

Yiwen carefully identified it for a while: "Guide to Growing Flowers..."

Eckert: "..."

"Let me water the flowers on your chest regularly so that they can see more sunlight... If you want to learn more about more detailed planting techniques, you can find a sunflower field, and the owner there can help us."

Ivan finished reading the contents of the paper quickly, folded it and put it in his pocket.

He looked at Eckert leaning on his arms, those bright colors were soaked by the sea water and faded a bit, revealing the thick, icy milky white mist that probably couldn't be completely dissipated in a while.

Eckert noticed his gaze, and stretched out his hand to block it a little awkwardly: "Don't look, Ivan, they don't look good..."

Ivan held Eckert's hand and shook his head slightly.

Meeting those blue eyes, Eckert forgot what to say and just looked at him motionless.

"I'm sorry." Ivan said softly, "I'm sorry, never again."

"Don't talk about those things—by the way, how about I tell you what I built your dock?"

Eckert twitched the corners of his mouth, and he gradually straightened out his memory: "You won't believe it! It's so beautiful now, there are merchant ships coming and going everywhere, it's a serious business! The open space behind the tavern, I planted it It's full of tulips, all real flowers, and I wish I could give them to you. Oh, yes, you've already seen one..."

He held Ivan's arm and chattered excitedly, but when he noticed Ivan's movement, he hesitated and stopped talking.

Evan kissed the faded spots.

He closed his eyes and quietly kissed Eckert's frozen soul.

Those kisses were more effective than any treatment. The white mist turned a faint red and became a little hot. There seemed to be golden fine sand flowing slowly in it, and the disobedient water vapor came from Eckert's eyes again. pop up.

"I don't want to cry."

Eckert's voice was a little hoarse, and he sniffed hard: "I thought about a lot of things that might happen when we meet again, I didn't expect that I would cry."

Evan raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and replied softly: "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Eckert, if you are a gentleman, you can help me wipe my tears when I'm grinning and crying. By the way, my snot will immediately It will also flow out without disappointment..."

Eckert was frantically looking for a handkerchief, and couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard the end: "Don't make me laugh! Evan, I'm crying hard!"

Ivan pursed his lips, his ears had turned red, and rolled into the sea with Ector in his arms: "Look, this will solve everything."

"No, your snot cannot be hidden by sea water!"

Eckert jumped up deftly, and ran forward: "Show me where you live! I can't wait to sleep in your bed!"

Ivan choked on the seawater: "Ector, when will you be more mature? Where did you throw your gentlemanly demeanor..."

Ivan tapped his painful forehead hard, he shook his head, and hurried to catch up.

He originally planned to make a plan with Eckert to visit the "owner of the sunflower field" mentioned on the paper as soon as possible, and find out how to make the flowers bloom better... But let's put the plan aside for now.

Panting, Ivan caught up with Eckert, threw the little liar he had been looking for for a century on the beach, pulled off the bow tie, and firmly tied the hands of the two together.

He didn't dare to close his eyes for a whole century, and he was so sleepy that he had to go back and lie down comfortably for a while.