don't open your eyes [unlimited]

After saying this, Zhuang Die stepped on the soft-soled slippers, full of confidence to deal with the microwave oven that was said to be equipped with a remote control chip.

Before Ling Su could recover, he stood in front of the coffee table in the living room, holding the freshly brewed tea in his hand.

He probably did have some sequelae other than headaches. The clinical manifestation is that his brain turns extremely slowly, and he still hasn't figured out the true meaning of this sentence until now.

Ling Su stood there motionless.

He thought he should help out with the microwave and the refrigerator, but his body wasn't quite doing it.

Zhuang Die seemed to be very interested in this kind of work, and ran around back and forth with the emergency light on and a screwdriver in his hand.

He had already thoroughly figured out the layout of Ling Su's house, as if he was in his own home.

The little curly hair on his head played a pretty good supporting role, and the little light bulb stuck firmly on it, making him look like a shining star.

"Captain." Zhuang Die tiptoed to deal with the range hood in the kitchen, and probably ate the strawberry pie Ling Su hid there by the way, his voice was still a bit vague, "Do you still want these things?"

Ling Su looked at the pot of hot black tea: "No more."

"Take it apart at will, replace anything, and pick out new ones together later. I ask Lao Song to help deal with these."

Ling Su heard his own voice: "The two of us will live here in the future, we should replace the things we both like, suitable for two people."

Zhuang Die agrees with this view.

He stopped to deal with the water heater, sneaked a little way around, and poked his head in: "That's right, I have accumulated a lot of reward points..."

Zhuang Die stopped talking, and quickly ran back to Ling Su, holding his hand that was torturing his hair.

"I don't have a headache." Ling Su replied reflexively, "I'm just checking to see if I'm dreaming."

"It's not a dream. I put a screwdriver on it, and it won't even remove things by itself."

Zhuang Die helped to confirm, but couldn't help being curious: "Captain, won't it hurt to pull your hair in your dream?"

He had wanted to ask about this for a long time, but he never found the right opportunity, and imitated Ling Su's movements and pulled his curly hair.

"Yes." Ling Su was quite honest, "But it's not that detailed... There will still be differences if you compare carefully."

Although not everyone has pain in their dreams, it is not because there is no pain in their dreams, but because these people do not associate "hair pulling" with "pain" in their dreams.

This is actually a good phenomenon - under normal circumstances, the greater the difference from reality and the more illogical a dream is, the less likely it is for people to get lost in it.And that kind of specific dream that is no different from reality can easily make people feel tired and uncomfortable after waking up.

"It can be understood in this way. In the dream, if I thought pulling my hair would hurt, it would hurt."

Ling Su said: "If I don't think so, but think that pulling my hair will make me bald, then I will become a bald head..."

Zhuang Die quickly let go of the hand that was holding his hair.

Ling Su coughed, and raised the corner of his mouth without restraint.

He bent down and pressed Zhuang Die's forehead, and held Zhuang Die's wrist, which was close at hand: "That's great, we are all real."

……

Next, Ling Su added some honey to the tea, and went to find a screwdriver.

It took them about an hour and a half to finish drinking the pot of tea, remove all the remote control chips, and throw them into the toilet for a thorough flush before pushing the electric switch back on.

Ling Su used 10 minutes to stuff himself into the bathroom to quickly rinse off, then plunged into the study, packing up his work stuff as soon as possible.

Because the computer had just been disassembled into a war-damaged version by himself, the writing tools for the task summary were forced to be downgraded to scratch paper and pens again—if it wasn’t for the leaking roof here, there were people making beds according to their own ideas in the bedroom Curly, he almost felt like he was back in his own personal dreamland.

As soon as this idea popped up, Ling Su couldn't help but walk around the study room twice.

He took a few deep breaths, tried his best to look more stable, less like a cat chasing his tail, and went to the bookshelf in the living room to get some books for Zhuang Die.

When passing by the coffee table in the living room, Ling Su stopped and checked the emergency kit.

Although it was not the first time that he had a headache without warning, it was the first time that Ling Su didn't take any medicine, and the pain that seemed to be scorching the nerves was calmed down a little bit.

Ling Su squatted on the opposite side of the emergency medicine box, looking at the painkiller boxes that were thrown in there and filled the whole medicine box unconsciously.

He suddenly couldn't wait to see Zhuang Die.

This thought was very clear, Ling Su closed the medicine box and stuffed it into the back of the cabinet.

He picked up the draft paper, pens and a few books he brought to Zhuang Die, turned off the light in the living room, walked back quickly, and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

The little curly hair is still working hard to make a nest.

Zhuang Die had just finished changing a set of sheets and quilt covers, and was rolling up his sleeves to stuff pillows into the pillowcases when he heard the door open and raised his head.

It never occurred to him that Ling Su would actually use sleeping bags on the bed at home, and they were dark blue, with no sense of design or comfort at all—although Ling Su had urgently packed them all in a mess into the big wardrobe, but When Zhuang Die opened the closet to find Xia Liang's quilt, he was trapped by the sleeping bag that fell from the sky for more than ten seconds.

"Captain, your previous set was for winter, and it will be hot now."

Zhuang Die taught him life experience: "There is also that flashy bedding set...Pokemon are very cute, but they are not pure cotton, they are neither skin-friendly nor breathable, and they fade a bit."

Ling Su coughed: "I know, that's why I keep using sleeping bags..."

He stopped at the door, his ears were a little hot, he put down the pile of things in his arms, and hurried over to help.

Zhuang Die has already pushed the pillow in quickly: "No, I do this often."

When I was in kindergarten, every child’s bed sheet and quilt cover were solved by Teacher Xiaozhuang.

Speaking of this, Zhuang Die remembered what he heard before: "Captain, don't tell the children that there is no Ultraman anymore, and so do the Autobots."

Ling Su accepted the criticism honestly: "Okay."

Zhuang Die modified the whole bed to the most comfortable state, propped it up with one hand, jumped off the bed lightly, and stepped on the carpet to pick up the things Ling Su was holding.

Ling Su handed those books to him, took a pen and paper, found a folding table from the closet and opened it.

The light in the bedroom is very soft, making Zhuang Die's hair look softer than usual.

Ling Su stuffed the sleeping bag back, and cleared his throat a little nervously: "Except for this, little curly hair, you—"

"Except for this, I am very satisfied with the rest, which completely matches the bedroom I imagined."

Zhuang Die guessed what he was going to ask, and took the conversation seriously: "I will definitely rent it."

After pausing for a few seconds, Zhuang Diicai organized his thoughts again, and said seriously: "Captain, I plan to use this place as a long-term base, and seriously plan the work and life with you in the future."

Ling Su seemed to breathe a sigh of relief suddenly.

He closed the closet door and rested his forehead on it.

The plan of being serious, gentle, and dependable in front of his team fell through, and he couldn't hold back the smiles that popped up.

Although he had expected the answer that Zhuang Die would give, a sense of relief, as if he had finally reached the other side, still enveloped his consciousness in an instant.

This dizziness made him want to just collapse for a few seconds.

"Then forget about work."

Ling Su dropped the things in his hands. He spread the carpet thick enough so that there would be no noise when those things fell down: "My first application, let's just ignore everything and just rest for a while..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Die quickly approved the application and reached out to turn off the light.

The night lights here are mild-tempered, with a somewhat dim, warm glow running along the baseboards.

Ling Su slowly walked back to the bed.

He fell down almost instantly, Zhuang Die was taken aback and came back quickly, after checking that he didn't pass out so suddenly, he was relieved.

Zhuang Die took a little effort to make Ling Su lie on the bed, and covered the two of them together: "Captain."

"Yeah." Ling Su closed his eyes and let him toss, "I'm not sleepy, little curly, just rest for a while."

Zhuang Die was actually not too sleepy.

The workload just now was a bit heavy, and the air conditioner in the bedroom was turned on very low.Zhuang Die fumbled for the remote control, adjusted the temperature back a few degrees, raised Ling Su's arm and got in.

Zhuang Die huddled together and pressed against Ling Su's cold chest, warming his body: "Captain, who is the task summary you want to write?"

Ling Su thought for a while: "To be precise, it's 'cocoon'."

He was not surprised that Zhuang Die would ask such a question.

Rather, with Zhuang Die's sensitivity, waiting until now to ask this question is enough time for him to organize his words.

"In the current situation, most of the time it is Cocoon who is in charge. 'Person in charge' means the person who is responsible for Cocoon... Even the general manager is the same. It can be understood that we are all under the deployment of Cocoon. its job."

Ling Su said: "I also agree with this model."

If you count by camp, he is not the kind of faction that blindly resists programs and machines.

Ling Su does not fully agree with Yan Xun's idea of ​​using machines to judge and treat psychological problems, because psychotherapy and traditional medicine are not the same concept.

No matter when, psychological growth and development have strong individual differences.This kind of individual difference cannot be offset by establishing a case database and collecting a large number of samples for probability statistics...or rather, it is the idea of ​​​​"a large number of samples" that has a problem.

The purpose of psychological counseling is never to turn the client into a "normal majority".

……

"It was also because of the three generations of 'cocoon' that I agreed to be recruited again."

Ling Su pondered and said, "Otherwise, I might go to work with Dr. Yan under my name and secretly change his code."

Zhuang Die thought about the possibility, and was a little worried: "In this case, we may be helping Dr. Yan repair the vacuum cleaner now."

Ling Su didn't hold back his smile, turned his head and coughed a few times: "...Yes."

He folded his arms and covered Zhuang Die's side of the quilt.

"For us, what we want to write is a task summary, and for 'cocoon', it is a learning material."

Ling Su continued to explain: "We are constantly teaching it new things, so that it can understand the logic of human beings in dealing with dreams, and understand the different changes in dreams... as long as the teaching is detailed enough and patient enough, it will learn and understand on its own. Correct the mistake."

For example, the mistake made by "Cocoon" during the detection this time is a mistake that must be recorded in detail, severely criticized and corrected.

It is impossible to stay on the other side for a long time. If Z1 and those first-level taskers stay on the opposite side for too long, they will lose the ability to return to reality.

Taking a step back, if Ling Su and Zhuang Die were not sent there in time, but were handed over to those who broke the cocoon to be responsible for rescue and treatment, Eckert's sleeping consciousness would be shattered forever together.

The reason why Ling Su wanted to finish writing the task summary as soon as possible was to let "Cocoon" learn a lesson and not make similar mistakes again.

"In all fairness, 'Cocoon' is growing very well now."

Ling Su smiled lightly: "When everything was just starting, it made many more mistakes than it does now..."

Exploring the dream realm subconsciously, a little mistake will lead to irreparable and serious losses.

There are many pioneers who are not trapped in the dreamland because of their own operational mistakes.It was because of incomplete detection and insufficient estimation of the situation that he accidentally fell into a quagmire that seemed ordinary.

Zhuang Die remembered the memory pictures he saw on the training ground.

He didn't speak, raised his hand in the quiet darkness, and lightly stroked Ling Su's hair that was a bit tangled.

Ling Su guessed what Zhuang Die was thinking, and after a long silence, he tentatively asked, "Are you scared when you see that?"

No matter in the headquarters or after returning, Little Curly has been considerate and never mentioned this matter... But Ling Su still feels that his image of the captain who is cheerful, enthusiastic, kind and gentle, and easy to soften his heart is probably already on the verge of crumbling.

He was going to find an opportunity to go back secretly, to help those nostalgic old students relive the nightmare on the training ground, but Zhuang Die definitely couldn't know about it.

Ling Su carefully concealed his murderous aura.

"Memory is processed, and they must have modified their memories unintentionally."

Ling Su worked hard to restore his image that was about to be shattered: "I shouldn't be like that before."

Zhuang Die rested his arm on his head, stroked the captain's hair slowly with the other hand, and nodded in a good-tempered manner: "Yeah."

Ling Su felt that Little Curly probably didn't believe it.

His temple throbbed and hurt, and he tried to explain: "Really, I—"

"Captain." Zhuang Die pressed his forehead and said softly, "I know you are very sad."

Ling Su was slightly taken aback.

"They are in danger, their consciousness is affected, their bodies are damaged...you will be very sad."

"You feel like it's your fault. Because you didn't train them well, you didn't get them used to the danger, to the desperation."

"You want everyone to come back safe and sound."

Zhuang Die said: "They also know this, so they miss you all the time."

The more you are in charge, the more a decision may affect the safety of several or even dozens of taskers, and the more you can understand the pressure of Ling Su at that time.

So the person in charge didn't want to force Ling Su at all.

They did not hesitate to take the initiative to expose, and violated the regulations and told Ling Su in detail the location of the monitoring and how to deal with it. They were doing their best to protect the person who had protected everyone.

Ling Su's shoulders tensed quietly, he opened his eyes, and said in a low voice, "That's not the case..."

"So I wasn't scared." Zhuang Die said.

In the night, the little curly hair stared at him with sparkling eyes: "Captain, you were super cool when you were young."

Ling Su scalded on the spot: "Really?"

"Really." Zhuang Die nodded, "If I was your team member at that time, I would definitely chase after you every day and worship you as an idol."

Ling Su didn't expect this kind of development at all, he was stunned under the blanket for more than ten seconds, and punched his palm: "Ah!"

He always thought that Zhuang Die would prefer the enthusiastic and cheerful one, but he ignored the preferences of young people, and thus missed the opportunity to become the idol in Xiao Curly's heart.

I was careless for a while, and it is undoubtedly too late to regret it now.

"...It's just that idols are one thing, and the grudges that should be remembered must still be remembered."

Zhuang Die thought carefully for a long time: "If I were your team member at that time, I should have filled a notebook, waiting for a chance to get revenge."

Ling Su pressed his chest, feeling a little comforted: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Zhuang Die was a little curious: "Captain, don't any team members take revenge on you?"

"Probably not? I usually don't leave them with the strength to hold grudges..." Ling Su replied subconsciously, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and the words stopped abruptly.

Ling Su sat up suddenly, and turned on the reading light by the bed.

He fished out the draft book that was thrown everywhere from under the bed, and quickly flipped through a few hundred pages.

That draft is a few years old.

When there was no personal dream domain before, Ling Su would first type the draft of the task summary on it, and then type word by word to the background to upload, which was much more troublesome than now.

Zhuang Die sat up and moved over to watch with him.

At that time, Ling Su was still very young, sharp and indifferent, cold and precise, like a scalpel...but he was not completely silent.

He's just not used to talking.When severely criticizing the students who made mistakes, the young instructor Ling never showed mercy.

Holding the quilt in his arms, Zhuang Die turned the pages with Ling Su, and soon found some clues.

"So far, the so-called highest defense performance is like a broken roof. It is usually fine, and it is specially picked to leak in places with heavy rain."

"The rescue mode has done a good job. I will strive to make further progress and directly add an ejection function. As soon as the sleeping cabin is opened, people will be ejected into the ambulance."

"The current item library is the perfect trash can, everything is beautiful, and nothing works."

"Safe house! What is needed is a safe house!"

"There is no professionalism at all, no space reserved for multiple people, no emergency medicine, no rest room, and no ability to undertake any protective functions... This is what the 'cocoon' built? Why don't you give me a bunch of colorful bricks , let me do it myself."

……

Each of these summaries was written after a mission failed.

Ling Su was covered in iron and couldn't twist a few nails, so it was impossible to save everyone.

Watching his trainees suffer unnecessary injuries and seeing those crude, joke-like backstage assistance models, the young instructor suffered from more and more headaches and couldn't sleep every night.

During that time, Ling Su didn't know how many task summaries he wrote by staying up all night.

"Captain, you are working hard."

Zhuang Die raised his head and looked at him seriously: "At that time, only you had the ability to ask questions."

The pioneers who are still in the training period cannot jump out and evaluate the auxiliary performance of "cocoon" from the perspective of onlookers.The only person who has the ability to ask questions and ask for improvement is Ling Su.

And these opinions put forward by Ling Su are indeed sharp and precise.It was in one after another of extremely severe, merciless criticism and even out-of-control angry accusations that "Cocoon" gradually corrected those mistakes.Replaced the flashy support mode, re-tuned the rescue and defense system.

With the assistance of technicians, "Cocoon" finally completed three generations of evolution.

"Both you and 'Cocoon' have done your best." Zhuang Die said, "That's why the current missionaries can be so relaxed."

Ling Su pondered and closed the draft book: "That's what it says..."

...he was thinking of something else.

Ling Su took out his phone, opened the background, and looked through his lottery record from top to bottom.

……

He seemed to finally figure out how "a leaky roof meets a rainy roof", "a hundred-foot chair", "the most perfect trash can" and that pile of colorful bricks came about.

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Cocoon: Q dish Q (keep a small book