don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The current head of the Psychological Association, surnamed Ouyang, is called Ouyang Huan. He took office hastily after Chairman Yan resigned three years ago.

His specialty has nothing to do with dream research, so he was extremely troubled by this situation—not only because of the special identity of the person trapped in the dream, but also because this time point was really troublesome.

On the last night before the official cooperation with "Cocoon", the former president had such an accident, which will inevitably cause a series of troubles... It may even cause "Cocoon" to re-do the safety factor of the association a second time. assessment, giving a far lower score than before.

Scores will affect the value of cooperation, which in turn will affect the cooperation itself, and the assistance originally provided to private dream processing agencies may be reconsidered.

So far, psychological counseling in reality has been inseparable from dream processing.

Not only because dreaming has become an important means of diagnosis and treatment, but also because many conditions are originally caused by changes in dreams and fed back to the subconscious, and can only be completely resolved through dreaming.

Compared with "Cocoon"'s lack of demand for professionals, the Psychological Association undoubtedly pays more attention to this cooperation, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the direction of this cooperation determines the future of the Association.

Although the cause was just that an old man who had already taken the blame and resigned "accidentally got trapped in a dream", under a series of chain reactions, it would almost cause an avalanche of consequences.

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It was also because of these that when Ouyang Huan saw Ling Su at the door of the ward, he couldn't believe his eyes: "Zero—"

"Sorry." Ling Su nodded, "I'm busy with work."

Ouyang Huan reacted for a few seconds before finally catching up with the train of thought. He realized that this was because the other party had "although received an invitation to test again, but not only had no interest, but even asked the vice-captain to come forward to help pass the time." The insincere explanation given by love.

Ouyang Huan adjusted his glasses, and explained embarrassingly in vain: "...I told them that it is best not to invite you."

Ling Su thanked him politely, met Zhuang Die's gaze, and nodded slightly: "This is President Ouyang."

His impression of Ouyang Huan was neither bad nor bad - to be precise, he had almost no impression at all.This is a typical academic researcher, and he can't even be regarded as an insider. His professional field is the application of game theory and operations research in fields related to behavior analysis.

The reason why Ouyang Huan was appointed as the chairman was because after Chairman Yan resigned, the association was in chaos and it was necessary to temporarily find an honest and unlucky guy to take charge of the chairman's work under the pressure of the outside world.

"This is Mr. Zhuang?"

Ouyang Huan had also noticed the curly-haired young man who had been led by him all the time: "I heard from Vice Captain Song that... will he accompany you this time?"

He was still a little unsure of Ling Su's intentions, so he asked a question tentatively, carefully scrutinizing Ling Su's expression.

According to the currently declassified documents... Even if Ling Su is unwilling to help this time, but just came to take a peek at the other party's current situation, in fact, it will not surprise the people of the Psychological Association at all.

If it wasn't really desperate, and this cooperation is extremely important to the association, Ouyang Huan would not take the initiative to touch this nail.

"Go and see, at least bring Yan Xun and Liu Yu out, we still owe them a favor."

Ling Su nodded: "We need all the information we can find."

"Ready." Ouyang Huan's eyes lit up, he nodded quickly, and added after a moment of hesitation, "It's just that there are a lot, and there are a considerable proportion of professional and interdisciplinary papers. Because I don't know the content of Dream Cocoon , we don’t know which ones are more important.”

"It doesn't matter." Zhuang Die said, "Give me an empty room and three hours without being disturbed."

Ouyang Huan was stunned for a moment, looked at the young man in front of him carefully in surprise, and nodded: "No problem."

He immediately ordered someone to make arrangements, then turned around, and looked at Song Huaimin with a somewhat apologetic expression: "Vice Captain Song..."

Song Huaimin nodded to him politely, and walked quickly to Ling Su's side.

"I actually don't want to bring Xiaozhuang in."

Ling Su was used to being taught by the vice-captain, so he took the initiative not to ask himself: "I know it's inappropriate..."

"I didn't want to tell you this." Song Huaimin frowned, he turned around to confirm the distance to the person in charge of the association, and then asked in a low voice, "Do you have to intervene in this matter?"

This time it was Ling Su who was a little surprised: "Old Song?"

In the corridor, Ouyang Huan had already arranged a separate room, turned around and looked into the ward.

Ling Su rubbed Xiao Curly's hair, let him read the materials alone, and made an appointment in a low voice to meet at the door of the ward in three hours.

He was still quite self-aware, and watched Zhuang Die and those people leave the ward before turning his gaze away, and then lowered his voice: "I thought this line was usually mine."

"It's true that it's usually yours...but this time I think it's too dangerous."

Song Huaimin frowned: "When I called you, I thought you would probably tell them that you didn't do it."

If he had known that Ling Su could really be called back by a phone call, Song Huaimin would have had the courage to make up his mind and exhausted his entire life to make up something like "I can't get through the phone" or "The captain fell into the sewer and broke his knee and must rest" or something like that. reason.

"Chairman Yan can't hurt Yan Xun, right?" Song Huaimin said in a low voice. The relationship between these two people can be guessed from the combination of professionalism, personality, and appearance. "Three psychologists are trapped in a dream. Can't they do it themselves?"

Song Huaimin also knew that his words were inappropriate, and it was impossible for him to really stop Ling Su, but he couldn't help being irritable: "I always feel that there is something wrong with this..."

"Old Song." Ling Su suddenly put his hands on his shoulders.

Song Huaimin: "..."

Seeing Ling Su's posture gave him a headache, and he was about to pull the person away, as if he hadn't said anything, but he couldn't move the strength in Ling Su's hand.

Ling Su stared at him with a rare solemn expression.

"There must be something wrong inside." Ling Su said, "But I didn't expect...you would realize it so quickly and raise your vigilance."

"...Didn't even think of this!" Song Huaimin almost couldn't help shaking his neck, "Is your perception of me too biased? A five-year-old would think there must be something wrong with it! "

"It's definitely a problem for a five-year-old, but it's just fine for an adventurous 25-year-old."

Ling Su let go of his hand in time, and took two steps back to avoid being silenced by the vice-captain: "I did have a strong motivation to explore President Yan's subconscious world at one time. If the real time goes back three years, if I am dying It’s one thing to pick out a few things that have to be done.”

"Well, why did you get involved in that?" Song Huaimin immediately poohed for him, "According to this, your motivation is not strong now? That's just right..."

Ling Su suddenly stopped talking abruptly, and looked behind him.

"Old Song." Ling Su asked, "Do you know where we are?"

"Clinical Research Center for Mental Illness." Song Huaimin was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong?"

In fact, Chairman Yan had already lived here for a long time before the delirium appeared.

In the first two years, Chairman Yan had severe visual and auditory hallucinations.Some people saw him wandering on the bridge beside the river in the early morning with a disheveled face and dull eyes. The bridge was clearly unobstructed, but he seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and even wanted to climb over the railing and jump off.

Many people believed that he was hit by the previous incident of taking the blame and resigning. People sighed and sighed the fall of a leading figure in the industry, and the discussion of that accident gradually faded.

After long-term treatment, President Yan's condition is much better than before.According to the original plan, he would show up to participate in the meeting when the cooperation was officially launched tomorrow, but unexpectedly, an accident happened at such a juncture.

"This is a high-risk individual intensive care unit. The place where we stand is the observation area, which is used for observation, treatment, communication, and rehabilitation activities. The small cubicle inside is the place where patients rest."

Ling Su looked at the tightly locked door: "I can't imagine this kind of life."

"Why do you imagine this kind of life?" Song Huaimin couldn't help asking, "Are you not crazy—"

He stopped talking suddenly, couldn't help frowning, and raised his hand to grab Ling Shu's arm forcefully: "What did he do to you back then? You didn't hide it very well on the surface, but in fact, you already had something to do with it." Symptoms?"

"..." Ling Su's mood was a bit complicated: "Old Song, I just praised you... Whether you are five years old or 25 years old, you can tell that I am very normal now."

Song Huaimin didn't care about his run on this time, and he was relieved: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not easy to cover up this kind of thing for you."

Ling Su looked at him in surprise for two seconds, and soon smiled as if he had figured something out.

For some reason, Song Huaimin suddenly felt that the look on this guy who deserved a beating made him really look like a 25-year-old young man.

"I'm not very interested in his subconscious now, but I need to plan ahead—in case his 'processing' on me will turn me into this in the future, I have to rehearse in advance."

Ling Su bent his fingers and tapped the anti-collision walls made of special materials: "So as not to cause you too much trouble."

He patted the vice-captain reassuringly, his eyes turned into copper bells for a moment, raised his gaze, and looked at Ouyang Huan who was walking over: "I know that's what you're worried about."

"Once I get out of control, I can poke even bigger problems." Ling Su said, "Because I'm so good."

When he said this, his tone was rare and plain and sincere, but because of this plainness and sincerity, there was a faint arrogance that deserved to be beaten.

Song Huaimin's thoughts were torn between anxiety, worry, and wanting to beat him up: "Wait a minute—"

"Yes." Ouyang Huan just took off his glasses, raised his hand to pinch the center of his brows, and sighed, "Your talent is even stronger...Three years ago, Chairman Yan originally suggested that we lock you up. "

No matter how you describe this incident, it is inevitably a bit ironic—even if the purpose is to find a solution to the dream mutation, to save the ordinary, ordinary, and boring real world from that scene that will completely overwhelm everyone at some point. protected from the waves.

Ling Su shrugged slightly, walked to the narrow observation hole, and opened the shutter.

The people inside seemed to be sedated, wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns, curled up on the bed motionless with their backs to the door.

"Maybe I've been locked up, and I'm the one lying inside." Ling Su said suddenly.

Ouyang Huan was stunned: "What?"

"You are all a dream I had. In my dream, I arranged for myself the identity of the captain of a special incident handling team. I had a reliable deputy captain and found my favorite person—by the way, I have never Not ready to confess yet, but I'm already thinking about where we'll live when we retire and what color rocking chairs to buy."

"I untied all my knots in my dream. Those students who were tortured to death by me not only didn't hate me, but even wanted to give me a hug. Even if the deputy captain suspected that I was crazy, he was willing to help me cover it up... I It seems that there are a few more friends who are not far or near."

"The person I like happens to be willing to spend my whole life with me, and we will stay together until we are too old to walk."

Ling Su continued unhurriedly: "These are all the results of your hypnosis on me."

"In order to contain me, a highly dangerous individual, and prevent my consciousness from interfering with the entire subconscious world, you weaved a nearly perfect dream for me, and let me indulge in it willingly..."

He suddenly turned around and shook his backhand hard.

The air seemed to be wrinkled by him out of thin air, and then, the whole space was like a curtain covered with real scenes, and he mercilessly pulled it down.

Ling Su let go of his hand.

All the original pictures disappeared, and he was wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown, sitting in the observation area of ​​the high-risk individual intensive care unit.

He was fixed on a sturdy restraint chair, and Chairman Yan sat opposite the table.

As if he hadn't expected this sudden turning point, Chairman Yan was stunned for a few seconds, and then stretched out his hand to try to comfort him: "No. Zero, don't be nervous."

"I did something wrong... What I did to you made you like this, and I will be responsible for you until the end."

Chairman Yan was silent for a moment before admitting a little tiredly: "What you guessed is the truth."

Ling Su raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"Because we want to wake you up, we made up the plot of 'I'm in a dream cocoon and I need your help to deal with it', so that I can take the opportunity to appear in your subconscious world."

Chairman Yan looked at him: "Your body is about to collapse completely, we need to transfer your consciousness...I need you to cooperate with me."

Ling Su turned his head to the side and looked at the dazzling red numbers that were constantly beating on the instrument.

At the same time, he seemed to really feel the experience of being on the verge of decay and death—his breathing became more and more difficult, the beating of his heart was no longer enough to maintain the vitality required by his body, and beside his ears was the alarm of the instrument Talk anxiously with the medical staff.

Ling Su withdrew his gaze and looked into President Yan's eyes: "The truth?"

"Yes." President Yan said, "Your talent is too strong, and you will wake up from hypnosis after a while..."

His words froze.

Chairman Yan took a few steps back in astonishment, and watched Ling Su move his wrists while standing up from the restraint chair.

The cloth strips used for restraint had long been cut by the sharp scalpel and fell silently.

Ling Su twirled the scalpel dazzingly between his fingers, he lowered his eyes to sort out his memory for a while, and sat down on the table.

"Your subconscious world is really difficult to deal with... I don't remember how I fell into a dream, and how I got separated from my partner."

Ling Su said: "I have quite a long period of blank memory about what happened before and after this dream. This is a very good opportunity."

"In order to achieve this goal, you even made yourself out of control in the ward of the mental disease research center. You know that I will be extra cautious about your dreams, and I will definitely go there to understand the situation, so that I can put my memory fragments about reality, Put it together with your dream cocoon world..."

"You tried to give me enough hints by switching scenes. Let me doubt myself, and finally convince myself that all my experiences were a dream."

"It's a little unexciting to use this little trick to greet me."

Ling Su raised his eyelids.

His gaze was so cold that it was almost transparent, and the scalpel poked on the table trembled slightly: "Teacher?"