don't open your eyes [unlimited]

This time, it was Ling Su who failed to remember anything specific in the dream.

He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had the best dream in a long time.

Those dreams were like dozing clouds in the sun, warmed by the sun, wrapping him gently, and felt like little sheep running freely on the grass.

He might have lost consciousness in Zhuang Die's arms, and when he woke up after a good night's sleep, the little curly hair was still pillowed on his arm, staring at him with his mouth pursed and eyes sparkling.

Not to mention it was a dream... During those few seconds, Instructor Ling, who always requires the students to be absolutely vigilant, was full of wild fantasies about clouds, cotton candy, and black-faced little sheep, and he didn't even know who he was. remember.

"If you can't remember, it means you slept well."

Zhuang Die was very satisfied, and helped the captain who hadn't woken up to look back at the old knowledge points: "I don't remember anything... We seem to be on a very beautiful lawn."

Zhuang Die thought about it for a long time, and stared at him seriously: "Captain, you seem to have turned into a black cat, rolling on my back."

Ling Su supported his forehead, buried his face in the pillow and chuckled softly.

He tried his best to behave better on the first morning after waking up, but those smiles that were not much better than those of high school students still couldn't be suppressed. Fortunately, the idea of ​​wanting to hug the little curly hair and roll on the bed It was still calmly restrained in time.

The training imprinted on Instinct hadn't taught him how to express how happy he was right now, and the notes from the make-up lesson from the young crook were stored in another area that wasn't functioning, and it wasn't going to help for the time being.

"I'm fine...very fine, this time for real."

Ling Su held Zhuang Dilai's hand to check himself, and met his gaze: "It's very comfortable, there's nothing wrong with it——Usually, I can fully grasp the boundary."

He regretted exposing this kind of thing a bit, but under the circumstances at that time, he really couldn't tell any lies to explain and cover up.

Ling Su seriously assured: "Last night was an exception. I promise, there will be no problems at all most of the time."

Zhuang Die checked his forehead carefully and confirmed that there was no cold sweat before he was completely relieved.

"Captain." Zhuang Die didn't move his hand, "If you're not ready, you don't need to say anything."

He was just a little worried about the impact of this matter on Ling Su's health. If this is not a problem, then Ling Su will keep a few little secrets and not reveal such things. will have no effect.

Ling Su nodded, he had already understood the whole meaning of this long passage in Zhuang Die's eyes.

This made his last worry completely settled, Ling Su relaxed instead, and put the hand on his forehead: "It's nothing...I just don't know where to start."

He smiled, stretched his arms on the bed with his arms pillowed on the bed, and stubbornly rolled up Zhuang Die with the quilt, and stacked it on himself in a similar format to Xiaoxiaole.

"I haven't figured out the cause and effect of these things for the time being... It may be because I am dangerous in their eyes, so they have to do this, or it may be because they did this to me, so they are worried that I am in danger."

Ling Su bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the edge of the bed.

He suddenly asked a seemingly innocuous question: "Little Curly, have you ever thought about how the name 'Cocoon Breaker' came from?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "There should be another kind of dream...more troublesome than the dream realm."

When he saw the cocoon breaker, Zhuang Die had considered this issue thoroughly, and sorted out several possible higher guesses.

And so far, all clues point to the most likely one.

"Dreamland has boundaries, but that kind of boundary cannot trap the dreamer. As long as the dreamer's complex and obsession are untied, the dreamland can be opened."

Combining the knowledge points mentioned by Ling Su, Zhuang Die analyzed and sorted out his thoughts: "When emotions are completely solidified with memory and become a cage that even the dreamer himself cannot open...it is like being bound in a cocoon. The borders of the city became a siege."

"A very beautiful metaphor." Ling Su couldn't help but admire.

Zhuang Di pursed the corners of his mouth, and the little curly hair on the top of his head curled up uncontrollably.

"To open this 'dream cocoon', ordinary taskers cannot."

He leaned on Ling Su's shoulder and continued to analyze: "A tasker with this ability will be called a cocoon breaker...Captain, does this naming method have anything to do with 'cocoon'?"

Before Ling Su could give an answer, Zhuang Die quickly came up with the answer: "Yes, it does matter—a strong obsession with protection is also an emotion."

"The Pioneer Manifesto is designed to do just that. Its every word has the power of emotion, and this power is gathered together to weave one of the largest dream cocoons to ward off the intrusion of the subconscious world."

Restraint and protection are originally two sides of the same body. Although the results are very different, their nature is actually the same at the beginning.

The same unbreakable strong wall, which may be a cage from which there is no escape, may also be the last levee to hold back the tide.

"I really should let them see what a top student is, and I'll say it's not that I'm too strict..."

Ling Su muttered something in a low voice, and he held up the little curly hair that he guessed was completely correct, and after carefully admiring it for a long time, he carefully peeled off the swiss roll filled with cotton candy, and sat up with Zhuang Die.

The thickened curtains blocked the light tightly, and we can only guess based on the little sunlight leaking in, the sky outside is probably already bright.

Ling Su didn't know what time it was, and didn't bother to care about it, so he fumbled to turn on the overhead light.

"The criterion for becoming a cocoon breaker is the ability to temporarily 'shut down' a certain emotion."

Ling Su leaned against the head of the bed: "The cocoon breakers will be sent to deal with the corresponding dream cocoons. This is their real job... For example, if you turn off the emotion of fear, you can deal with all the dream cocoons formed by fear. "

Zhuang Die comprehended quickly, and caught up with the train of thought after a moment of pondering: "It's like using insulating scissors to cut a wire, because there is no feeling, so it will not be disturbed or invaded."

"Yes." Ling Su nodded, "Now 'cocoon' has learned to provide this kind of assistance, and that part of the emotion is only temporarily closed, basically it will not cause any residual effects... There was no such thing at the beginning, so it depends on psychology Learn some methods here."

Ling Su thought for a while, he seemed to be looking for a suitable explanation.

After a few seconds, Ling Su finally realized that Zhuang Die's question seemed to be the most appropriate summary: "... For a while, I was not allowed to have my own emotions."

His own memory about that period was also quite confused, anyway, after those messy dark and gloomy color blocks settled from the depths of memory, things became like this.

Because he had no emotions, Ling Su at that time could deal with any dream and dream realm, including of course the more dangerous dream cocoon.

It was also because he had no emotions, so Ling Su didn't even have the idea of ​​"despair".

But he is still a person after all. When he encounters strong stimuli—mainly being smoldering with anger from the early operations of the students and cocoons—those derailed and out-of-control emotions will turn into headaches and dizziness, the most direct His physical reaction was reflected... and because Ling Su didn't have the idea of ​​"need to take care of himself", he took those medicines as food for a while, which seemed to exacerbate the situation unconsciously.

...and then he retired.

After retiring, Ling Su concentrated on lying down and recuperating, and in his spare time, he went to check on Lao Song if he was asleep or not... In reality, he has dealt with people more, and this situation is gradually improving.

In the current state, Ling Su just can't have too strong mood swings, everything else is very normal.

If it wasn't for the many twists and turns last night, he was plotted against by a near-death dreamland, chased by veteran students on the training ground, and stunned by the little curly surprise.Ling Su can actually control his emotions perfectly and proficiently, so there won't be any problems.

"...It's probably like this." Ling Su rubbed the back of his head, "I'm happy, but also weaker."

Zhuang Die disagreed: "Captain, you are the most powerful person in the world."

Ling Su couldn't help clearing his throat.

He tried his best not to be so embarrassing, but he still couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth: "I can't—I can't say that, right? The world is so big, there are still many powerful people..."

"It is in my world." Zhuang Die showed an extremely rare lack of rigor in this matter, and he came to a conclusion, "No matter what you become, you are the most powerful in my world of."

Ling Su felt hot for a few seconds, he staggered like walking a tightrope, controlled his emotions, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed.

Zhuang Die shook the mattress: "Captain?"

"There's a little trick. It's better to vent out emotions than to suppress them. The way I vent my emotions is usually to make a delicious breakfast."

Ling Su explained clearly, squatted beside the bed and stroked Zhuang Die's hair: "What do you want to eat? The more complicated the better."

Zhuang Die didn't expect this kind of decision to be so important, so he sat up straight immediately and quickly used his brain: "Scallion omelette, minced meat and vegetable porridge, strawberry cake."

"It's too simple." Ling Su was a little bit unsatisfied, "It's not enough..."

Zhuang Di was silent for a few seconds: "...French baked snails, pancake cake, corn creamy mushroom soup..."

Ling Su quickly forgot the bold words he had uttered, grabbed the little curly Hulu's hair twice, stepped on soft-soled slippers, got up and went to the kitchen to fry scallion omelets.

……

They spent one of the rare, almost completely idle days at home together.

Ling Su made breakfast—it is worth mentioning that after frying egg pancakes, cooking porridge with minced meat and vegetables, and making a strawberry cake, he went out to the vegetable market and cooked a dish Cream of Corn and Mushroom Bisque.

Before the afternoon was over, Ling Su, with the assistance of Mr. Xiaozhuang, wrote the task summary in an encouraging and comforting tone.

The two went to the furniture city and the building materials market as planned.Compared with the captain who wanted to buy everything back, Zhuang Di became a more reliable person in the family without any suspense. He carefully compared the needs and made a list of the most reasonable purchases.

They wandered there until dark, and even visited the night market, buying roasted sweet potatoes, ice cream and candied haws.

For two people who are still busy saving the world, this kind of treatment is undoubtedly too much... So, when Ling Su had just bought two movie tickets for the night show and a big bucket of popcorn, he received an urgent call from Vice Captain Song At that time, I didn't even feel surprised at all, but felt a sense of relief that "it's finally here".

"Are you at home? Have you rested yet?"

Song Huaimin also didn't want to call him at this time, and it was a bit difficult to speak: "If you are busy—"

"Not busy at all." Ling Su held Zhuang Die in one hand, held the phone in the other, and looked up to confirm the time. "The movie will start in five minutes."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"It doesn't matter, this movie hasn't been released for a long time, and there are still quite a lot of movies... What's the matter with the Psychological Association?"

Ling Su asked casually, then pondered for a while: "Are they in trouble?"

Song Huaimin hadn't organized his words yet, so he was a little stunned: "How do you know, they contacted you?!"

Ling Su scratched at the screen and looked at the intercepted calls displayed on the phone: "It should be contacted dozens of times."

He sneakily gestured to Little Curly, and Zhuang Die quickly understood, holding the popcorn bucket and sucking in the wind, chewing and chewing, and grabbed another handful for Ling Su.

"It's a very simple method of elimination. If it's something about the team, you'll tell me to go back with a much more confident tone than now, and you'll criticize me for taking the team out to watch a movie in the middle of the night... So it's probably an accident on the side of the association. "

"What you promised me will definitely be done, so they didn't ask me to do the test again."

Ling Su blinked at Xiao Curly, threw two popcorns into his mouth, and said with his mobile phone in his mouth, "If it's because of the trouble I caused, it's hard for me or our team to let the Psychological Association decide what to do, you must say yes." I'll deal with it without saying a word, so it's not the case."

Song Huaimin was a little surprised: "How did you say such words in an anti-proud tone..."

Ling Su smiled, and brought the topic back: "What trouble did the association encounter, why didn't you contact the people in 'Cocoon' directly to deal with it?"

"Oh... yes, I almost forgot."

Vice-captain Song would always be interrupted by the same means every time, he patted his forehead and withdrew his mind: "Firstly, their cooperation with 'Cocoon' has not officially started, so it's inappropriate to go there now...Secondly, This matter is also a bit troublesome, and they want to find their own people to handle it as much as possible."

Ling Su was noncommittal, and lightly tapped his knee a few times with his fingers.

"Also." Song Huaimin hesitated for a while before continuing, "Do you still remember your former mentor and the former head of the Psychological Association?"

Ling Su frowned indistinctly: "Is there something wrong with his subconscious mind? Or is there a change in his dream domain?"

"No, we don't know what was wrong with his subconscious mind ... but in reality, he developed a severe delirium state, including perceptual disturbance and disorganized thinking."

The voice on the other end changed, as if someone had taken the phone from Song Huaimin's hands: "Yan Xun and his partner only tried to make contact once, and they fell into a coma until now. We dare not make any other attempts."

"You should contact 'Cocoon' immediately, instead of looking for a lower-level team that has no experience in dealing with these situations, or sending someone more layman in."

Ling Su said in a deep voice: "This kind of situation is probably a dream cocoon, which needs to be handled by professionals."

"We have contacted." The other party was silent for a long time before replying, "'Cocoon' refused to deal with it, because it judged that the danger of rescue and the possible losses definitely exceeded the current situation. It believed that Chairman Yan's Dream Cocoon would Hurt those missionaries, just like at the beginning..."

The other party did not continue, and Ling Su also did not speak.

After a few minutes passed like this, the person opposite hurriedly said "Sorry" and hung up the phone.

Ling Su was distracted when suddenly the two movie tickets he was holding were gently taken away.

Ling Su was slightly stunned, and raised his gaze: "Little Curly?"

"Captain, your expression seems to be considering whether to 'negotiate with me, let me go home after watching the movie and wait for you at home' or 'go alone while I'm sleeping'."

Zhuang Die washed his hands, gave the movie tickets to the children on the side of the road, and straightened up: "This is wrong, Eckert should have taught you."

Ling Su honestly admitted his mistake: "I am not a good student."

"I lied to you too, captain, I still remember a little bit of the dream last night."

Zhuang Die walked up to him: "I thought about one thing clearly in my dream. Since you don't remember it, I'll tell you it again."

"I don't know the classification of this kind of emotion. There is no such thing in the training course of the kindergarten teaching assistant. I can only describe it to you in as much detail as possible... In your dream, you only know tail chasing and grunting and rolling on me, no answer me."

"After meeting you, I found that my requirements for 'reality' have increased."

"I started not wanting to put up with my previous life in the rented house."

"It's not because the conditions are bad, and it's not because you can't use the hair dryer after twelve o'clock. I deliberately imagined that if you were there, I would rather dry my hair naturally every day."

Ling Su's fingers bent unconsciously, and he moved them slowly, his voice was very soft: "Little Curly..."

"Listen to me, Captain." Zhuang Die squatted in front of him, raised his head to meet Ling Su's gaze, "If I were to be thrown back into that hotel now, I probably wouldn't be able to get out at all...because you were here in."

Ling Su twitched the corner of his mouth: "That's what I'm worried about."

"The reason why they came to me is because all the experiments my mentor did on himself, he also did on me, and now he is crazy."

Ling Su stroked Zhuang Die's hair: "Since I haven't received the task message, it means that in the judgment of 'cocoon', even I may not be able to open his dream cocoon."

"That's okay." Zhuang Die said, "I can let my hair dry naturally every day."

Ling Su was a little dumb. He was about to speak, but suddenly understood the meaning of Zhuang Die's words, and looked into those eyes in a daze.

"I always feel that there should be a better way of saying..."

Zhuang Die squatted in front of Ling Su, put his chin on Ling Su's knee, tried hard for a long time, and finally thought of a suitable description.

"I decided to modify the definition of 'reality' and change it to any world where you are, and the origin of the coordinates is here."

Zhuang Die raised his hand and pressed Ling Su's left chest: "As long as I can see you with my eyes open, I am in my reality."

"It's not because you've trapped me, it's because I'm here to live and I'm here to be real forever."

"As long as I can be with you, I can dry my hair naturally every day."

……

Zhuang Die said solemnly: "Captain, I tried my best, you have to say something nice, or do something, otherwise this sentence will fall on the ground."

"..." Ling Su couldn't help coughing, and pulled the corner of his mouth.

He took a few deep breaths, adjusted his strength and state, held Zhuang Die's hand pressing his heart, and turned that hand over to support it.

Ling Su said something softly, those words were covered by the noise of the roaring vehicles as soon as they were out of his mouth, and the bright and dazzling headlights drowned them like water, and they were fleeting.

Ling Su smiled, raised his hand to press his forehead, and sighed softly: "... Forget it."

He decided to give a more direct answer.

Ling Su closed his eyes, lowered his head, and quietly kissed Zhuang Die's palm.

"Together we go on adventures, solve problems, and go home."

Ling Su said softly, "May we have a good dream tonight."