don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the study, Ling Su and Zhuang Die opened their eyes.

Because the computing mode of the helmet adopts consciousness synchronization instead of importing, the nature of this behavior is almost equivalent to directly pulling out the network cable in the old game era.

Before the people in charge reacted, the consciousness projections of those two people had completely disappeared in any corner of the "cocoon".

……

Ling Su pressed his temple, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He held the game helmet in one hand, and held Zhuang Die who was helping him take it off with the other hand. He waited for a few seconds for his consciousness to return completely, and then fell backwards on the lazy sofa with the little curly hair in his arms. .

Zhuang Die moved in his arms: "Captain."

"Yeah." Ling Su responded, and sighed softly, "Let me hug you for a while..."

The realism of the helmet cannot reach [-]% purely. The experience that seems to be in a holographic game is not as direct as in reality anyway.

It is also because of this that if you want to modify Dreamland through cognitive adjustments in helmet mode, the consumption will be much higher.

Ling Su's expression didn't seem to show anything unusual.

He just lay lazily with his eyes closed, and most of him sank into the sofa motionless, embracing Zhuang Die in his arms like a big soft pillow.

Zhuang Die originally wanted to pour him a glass of water, but when he sensed the strength of the hoop behind his back, he stopped moving.

Holding the sleeve of his pajamas, he wiped the cold sweat from Ling Su's forehead.

"Don't worry about it." Ling Su folded his arms, "It will be fine in a while."

For the first time, Zhuang Die disagreed with the captain's arrangement: "No."

Ling Su was startled for a moment, opened his eyelids a little bit, and found that his vision was blurred by the sting of cold sweat, so he secretly opened one eye to take a look.

His luck has never been very good, and he just took a second glance, and he happened to meet Teacher Xiaozhuang's extremely serious gaze.

Ling Su, who was caught, coughed lightly, opened his eyes, and honestly let go of his arms.

"I seem to have received a background message just now."

Zhuang Die glanced at the background before taking off his helmet, and vaguely saw the new message reminder.

He didn't put the helmet back on, and carefully searched the temporary image memory: "It was sent to me by the person in charge, saying that they didn't know we were using a helmet, otherwise they wouldn't arrange for us to save people this time..."

Ling Su clapped his palm on his leg: "I knew they did it secretly!"

In terms of lottery draws, traffic jams, buying instant noodles and seasoning packets... and many other aspects that cannot be intervened by manpower, Captain Ling may indeed be unlucky based on his ability.

But Ling Su was highly skeptical from the very beginning that there must be something wrong with the Dream Realm he drew.

The simplest reason is that even if Lao Song's influence is not considered for the time being, he and Xiao Curly are always arranged together in the Dreamland every time.

Even according to the law of conservation of luck, even if his character is already at a fixed value that cannot be saved, with Zhuang Die, he shouldn't step into the pit of high-risk dreams endlessly with such a questionable frequency .

"It's not entirely our intervention..."

The helmet suddenly started on its own, and the voice of the general manager came out of the loudspeaker: "Instructor, your level is too high. Even if you bring newcomers, there is a very high probability that you will be placed in the Dreamland with difficulty corresponding to your level. "

This is the same as the game - any matching mechanism, it is impossible to send a player with a top account into the fish pond to fry fish.

Even if the original intention of "cocoon" is not to target the taskers, but to deal with the dream domain and solve the crisis, sending Ling Su to deal with that kind of lighthearted and simple dream domain is a serious waste of the tasker's resources.

When queuing with Deputy Captain Song, he can neutralize Ling Su's ability a little bit, and platoon into some relatively dangerous, but at least not so complicated and difficult dream realms.

When the partner is replaced by Zhuang Die, according to the automatic detection and calculation logic of "Cocoon", the difficulty of Dreamland will definitely double.

"And... Instructor, you seem to have a lot of complaint records."

The voice on the other side paused for a few seconds, as if checking the database: "Because of these complaints, you have actually been banned from many dream categories..."

"What we can check here is that you told the children that there is no Ultraman in the world in order to solve a dream of Ultraman tearing down the school with his bare hands."

"You told the kids that the truck wouldn't transform into a big robot at all in order to solve a Megatron vs. Monkey King dream realm."

"In order to solve a dream of a child who was put into a poke ball, you taught him lightning flash and volt attack - this was complained by the child's parents, because the child still clamored for spicy tomato fruit after waking up... ..."

Ling Su picked up the screwdriver and removed the battery compartment of the gaming helmet expressionlessly.

The person in charge was forced to shut up for a few seconds, and then another voice came from another game helmet: "Anyway, your body comes first, you guys have a good rest."

Ling Su fiddled with the screwdriver in his hand twice: "If I also remove the battery of this helmet, will your voice come from the TV in my living room?"

"No, you bought the TV yourself, 'Cocoon' doesn't have this authority anymore."

Sensing the familiar tone, the voice of the general manager paused for a moment, and the speed of speech accelerated without a trace: "On our side, the only equipment that can be remotely controlled is your helmet, computer, refrigerator, water heater, microwave oven, range hood, and desk lamp. ,projector."

Ling Su: "..."

"If you take them apart, you'll find a white chip inside. Please don't unplug the chip and flush it into the toilet, otherwise the headquarters won't be able to monitor you remotely."

The person in charge said: "Please don't pull the switch. Electricity is the basis for the operation of these devices."

Ling Su agreed, stood up, moved his wrists and walked towards the switch.

The person in charge seemed to have guessed his whereabouts, smiled helplessly, and asked after a few seconds: "Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Die looked at the helmet.

"Thank you."

The chief person in charge said a word without beginning and end, and then said seriously: "Although there is no time, the process still has to go. You are welcome to become a member of us..."

Before he could finish the regular welcome speech, Ling Su had already pulled the brakes in the living room.

The bright room was instantly plunged into darkness, and after two seconds, the emergency lights in the study automatically turned on.

Ling Su stepped on his slippers all the way back to the study, squatted down, and neatly removed the battery compartment of the other helmet.

"...explore for this, travel for this."

The person in charge seemed completely unaware, and continued to read: "We defend an ordinary and ordinary normal world..."

The battery was removed, and the voice of the person in charge completely disappeared.

Ling Su dropped the helmet in his hand, rubbed his hair with a screwdriver, and let out a low breath.

Little Curly floated over holding the emergency light: "Captain?"

"They came here specifically to remind me..." Ling Su explained, "These surveillance cameras were all installed by the Psychological Association at the beginning, and I have never been clear how many there are."

He had already dismantled all the surveillance cameras that could be found, and after finding that it was impossible to dismantle them, he simply didn't go home much.

After not coming back for so long, even he himself forgot that there are still so many hidden dangers at home.

Ling Su leaned against the corner of the table and sat cross-legged on the floor: "I seem to—"

...he seems to be a very dangerous person.

Not the danger of brutally destroying children's dreams of Ultraman and Optimus Prime and being complained about not being allowed to deal with the light-hearted everyday dreamland.

It is necessary to have full surveillance at home to watch him, arrange Lao Song by his side in the team, and always prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

Although this conclusion has been seen fifty times in the assessment of a generation of personality models, it is not unusual at all, but the taste of being reminded is still not very good...

"It's okay." Zhuang Die has quickly recalled the whole process, "Captain, it's not a big problem."

Ling Su was a little stunned: "Huh?"

"Monitoring is nothing more than several modes: real-time monitoring, video monitoring, computer monitoring."

Zhuang Die put the emergency light on his head.

He freed both hands, clasped his fingers and carefully discussed the situation: "If it is the latter two, under the computer monitoring, Cocoon will immediately find that we are a dreamland wearing a helmet platoon, and the video mode can also be confirmed through playback later. .”

"The person in charge doesn't know that we use helmets, so these two situations can be ruled out, and by the way, the possibility that someone has been monitoring us since we got home."

Zhuang Die crouched under the light bulb and analyzed calmly: "If I guess correctly, this should be real-time monitoring, and it has been turned off for a long time...Captain, it should be because you haven't come home for a long time."

Ling Su was stared at seriously by him, subconsciously followed Zhuang Die's train of thought, and nodded: "Yes."

"That's fine."

With his confirmation, Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief: "This means that no one else saw me playing in the water."

Ling Su was stunned for a while, and suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter, and took a deep breath: "Yes, yes... this is too important."

"The glorious image of our teacher Xiaozhuang has not been affected at all."

He pressed his temples, came back to his senses completely, and said solemnly: "It's very bright."

It was so bright it dazzled my eyes.

Ling Su took off the emergency light, propped himself on the ground and tried to stand up, but his arm took off untimely.

Zhuang Die had been watching his movements carefully, and quickly stretched out his hand to protect the back of Ling Su's head.

"It's okay." Ling Su closed his eyes, "It will be fine in a while."

He leaned motionless against the corner of the table, a thin layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, the long-lost feeling of dizziness made his temples thump non-stop, and he couldn't even use his hands and feet for a while.

"Pour some water for me, little curly hair, the medicine is in the box under the tea table."

Ling Su's voice was still very steady, he found Zhuang Die's hand accurately, and patted lightly: "Take the emergency light and go there..."

The rest of the words fell silent without warning.

Zhuang Die stretched out his arms to hug him, added some strength to the hand protecting the back of Ling Su's head, and pulled him into his arms very seriously and unquestionably.

Ling Su didn't make a sound, he could hear his own breathing and heartbeat in the tinnitus after another.

Zhuang Die massaged his temple carefully.

That kind of force is very gentle and gentle, and it is extremely patient, unlike when Ling Su pressed it by himself, he wished to press back those bulging blood vessels directly.

The pain and dizziness that seemed to tighten the nerves at the back of the head seemed to be calmed down unconsciously.

Ling Su couldn't help but sighed lightly.

"Captain." Zhuang Die asked softly, "Do you always have a headache?"

"Not very often..."

Ling Su subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but the hands stopped his movement in time to avoid another dizziness: "It's quite a common sequelae."

Few of the first generation of pioneers did not suffer from headaches, which is the main reason why many people are still recuperating until now.

At that time, they could only rely on themselves. Even though Ling Su had tried his best to give them enough ability to protect themselves, there was still no way to completely avoid this.

Now with the assistance of "cocoon", this situation has improved a lot.

"It comes and goes quickly, just a few minutes, don't worry."

Ling Su could accurately rub the curly hair with his eyes closed, and grunted twice: "It's much better than not being able to sleep."

"I can fall asleep now." Zhuang Die was a little distressed, "I just feel like I don't have enough time."

Ling Su was slightly surprised: "Do you still feel that the current progress is not enough?"

This is not a good habit - many questers are so obsessed with the adjustment of the time flow difference.

Because I feel that the real world is a waste of time, I would rather stay in the virtual world more.

Five times, ten times, forty times, a hundred times... When you get used to cutting time into countless small pieces and squandering it, it will be difficult to return to normal life and endure the truly ordinary and ordinary reality.

But that is reality after all.

Ling Su opened his eyes and sat upright seriously. He decided to teach his partner how to fish: "Little Curly, our work progress is already very fast... We use all the time for other people to sleep and play. gone."

"Look, everyone has already rested." Ling Su turned on the computer, selected the chat page and sent a window jitter, and only received a question mark reply from Yan Xun, "Dr. Yan... just leave him alone, this is very special example."

"We should combine work and rest, we must learn to adjust and relax."

Ling Su said: "An appropriate degree of fishing, distraction, and errands are not bad things. They help us relax and adjust our state. Long-term mental stress will lead to inattention, which may slow down our efficiency..."

Ling Su suddenly stopped talking: "Have I started to chatter again?"

Without Lao Song's supervision, Xiao Curly's attitude of not only not stopping but even indulging, it is indeed easy to condone his problem.

Zhuang Die stared at him seriously for a long time, and pursed his lips: "Captain, your headache doesn't hurt anymore."

Ling Su opened his mouth, raised his hand belatedly, and stroked the back of his head.

"I am very pleased with the progress of our work."

After confirming this, Zhuang Die was completely relieved, put the emergency light back on his head, hummed a song and strolled to the living room to pour water for him: "I think it's not enough for other things."

Ling Su moved his neck, took a few deep breaths quickly, and stood up: "What's the matter?"

As he asked, he quickly dismantled his desk lamp and computer.

Ling Su bit the flashlight and quickly removed the chip inside, but felt that it was not safe, so he simply threw the two old furniture into the storage box.

He heard Zhuang Die say something in the living room, but the other party's voice was too low to hear clearly.

Ling Su dragged the storage box, and poked out half of his shoulder from the study: "Little Curly?"

"Make coffee, ride horses, draw pictures, play the violin..." Zhuang Die squatted in front of the coffee table, rummaging through the things he bought, "Captain, can you play the violin?"

The sequelae of the headache might still be there, Ling Su reacted for a few seconds before realizing that Zhuang Die was discussing with him the memory obtained in the last dream.

"It's not all work..."

Ling Su was a little dumbfounded: "Yes, I will, but it's not that good."

"Interested in these? I will find an opportunity to teach you in the future, and come here."

Ling Su took the black tea in Zhuang Die's hand, and rubbed the little wool rolls that were warmed by the light: "Don't drink tea at night, you will suffer from insomnia... drink some water, I will write this time later Summary of the task, you go to the bedroom and sleep."

He was about to disassemble the microwave oven, and when he saw the little curly who was sighing, he stopped in surprise: "Did I say the wrong thing again?"

"I'm not discussing work with you, I'm discussing life matters."

Zhuang Die said seriously: "There is not enough time in life."

"For example, now, I want to help you dismantle the monitor, I want to make you a cup of honey lemon black tea, I want to accompany you to write the task summary, and I want to go to the bedroom to sleep."

"But I am a complete person, inseparable." Zhuang Die took the black tea back, "Captain, so you have to cooperate with me so that we can maximize the use of time and space..."

Ling Su felt that he might indeed be a sequelae of overuse of the brain.

He stood where he was, watching helplessly Mr. Xiao Zhuang, who was learning rapidly in the Dreamland and making rapid progress all the way, squatting in front of the coffee table, skillfully playing with the tea sets that hadn't been touched much since he bought them.

Zhuang Di scalded the teapot and cups with boiling water, and unpacked the black tea and dried lemon slices.

There is only a little black tea in the pot, which is far from enough to make people so excited that they can't fall asleep.

The aroma of tea soon rose up with the hot air, and soon mixed with a little lemon sour. Under the warm-toned light, it strangely soothed the temples that were still aching.

Zhuang Dietie added two pieces of rock sugar.

The crystal-clear sugar cube was stirred by the teaspoon, ding ding dong dong hit the plain glass teapot.

"Captain, don't you understand?"

Zhuang Die held the small light bulb and took the screwdriver in his hand: "I'm inviting you to work on the bed, fish, or sleep together."