don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Chairman Yan did not speak.

The astonishment on his face also disappeared, he pulled out his chair and sat down, looking at Ling Su who was leaning against the edge of the table.

"It can be seen." President Yan inspected Ling Su's consciousness inch by inch, and after about half a minute, he finally retracted his gaze, "...you haven't had a good life these years."

"I didn't fully consider this point." President Yan said, "So you found out the flaw."

Ling Su was not interested in participating in the discussion.

He stood up and walked to the door, only to find that it was just an ordinary wall.

"Follow the old rules." Chairman Yan's voice came from behind him, "Now it's time for a break, finish the conversation as soon as possible, and you can go out to get some air."

Ling Su put away the scalpel, raised his hand and knocked on the wall.

There was no trace of a door left on the wall, and the knocking sound was particularly dull, almost solid.

There is no doubt that although President Yan's consciousness is trapped in a dream cocoon, from another perspective, this dream is almost completely under his control.

This kind of manipulation is different from the influence of the rules and the puppets assimilated by the rules, and is closer to the "master"-to use an inappropriate analogy, it is like a creator god who believes in no matter which belief...creates The world, manipulating the world, dominating the world, and at the same time trapped in this world forever.

The so-called "dream cocoon" is such a miniature world hidden in the subconscious.

"You processed my memory."

Ling Su said: "Cut off the memory that really belongs to me at a certain moment, and then stitched together the stories you made up without any trace... In order to make them seem real enough, when you make up the stories, you also mix them in. part of my memory."

Ling Su said as he walked back to the table: "A very cautious approach."

"After all, it is to deal with you." President Yan smiled, "I believe that at least in this step, this method has worked."

Ling Su nodded and admitted frankly, "I really didn't notice any problems."

The opponent's method is very clever.

In the scene of talking in the ward, Song Huaimin and Zhuang Die were very familiar to Ling Su, and none of their memories had been changed——the only character who had been changed was Ouyang Huan, and Ling Su had little to do with Ouyang Huan. There is no impression, so it is impossible to detect the flaw at the first time.

Any hints that are too obvious or not obvious will be detected. Only such half-true and half-false memories are the most likely to cause people to have vague suspicions of "as if something is wrong there".

"I did feel vaguely that something was wrong. This is your purpose."

Ling Su looked at the ward: "You only need to plant this slight doubt in me, and I will complete the rest of the steps by myself... because I am too familiar with this feeling."

I don't know if it's because of the shielding of short-term memory, but those memories that have been stuffed into the depths of his subconscious, which even he has no impression of himself, have vaguely emerged.

Ling Su finally remembered a little bit, why he couldn't help but want to confirm the reality again and again.

He has had this experience thousands of times—this is the original version of cognitive training.

During that time, his boundary between reality and dreams was completely erased, and everything that happened around him could be a dream, or it could be real... He must check every clue repeatedly at any time to judge whether he is in a dream or not. where.

This has become his instinct, and President Yan is taking advantage of this to actively make Ling Su notice the strangeness in that half-truth and half-fake scene.

"The shock brought about by this abnormality will make me actively start to doubt all the memories of reality. At this time, you only need to add a little more information at the right time... For example, when the 'patient' on the bed turns around, let me See my own face."

Ling Su lowered his gaze, and the scalpel in his hand hovered over his knuckles in an extremely difficult posture: "You can successfully convince me with your method. Let me believe that I am actually a delusional psychotic prisoner, a highly dangerous monster who must be hypnotized."

Chairman Yan nodded: "Everything is going well, but I overlooked one thing."

"You haven't had a very good life in the past few years, but the recent days have been too good... so much so that you don't believe that you can have such a happy dream."

"I triggered your psychological defense mechanism, so that you can actually pull out a scalpel in my dream cocoon."

President Yan raised his head, and he leaned forward, staring at Ling Su with that uncomfortable, X-ray-like gaze.

"But why on earth do you feel that..."

As if whispering, he stared at Ling Su and asked in a low voice, "You can't even dream such a dream, but are you worthy of having such a reality?"

The air in the ward seemed to have stopped flowing, and there was a needle-like chill attached to the skin, lingering.

Ling Su leaned back in the restraint chair, sitting or not.

He looked at the semi-old blue and white striped hospital gown on his body. The size of the clothes was very suitable, as if it was tailor-made for him.

That question turned into an annoying whisper, and it continued to be repeated endlessly in his ear, as if it was about to turn into a cold thorn like an ice pick, piercing into his throat involuntarily. In consciousness.

……

Ling Su lowered his eyes and said something in a low voice.

I don't know if it's because of lack of strength or some other reason, his lips turned white, and he barely moved a few times, but only made a few almost silent breath sounds.

Chairman Yan couldn't hear clearly, and got a little closer: "What did you say?"

Ling Su suddenly raised his head: "Why can't I feel that way?"

His tone was so righteous that even President Yan's projection was caught off guard for a moment, and he was stunned: "Uh..."

"I am your best student in 50 years. I was selected by you to be the No. [-] pioneer when I entered school. I helped build half of the current 'cocoon'—although I have no ambition and no desire to help others. interest, but what I was doing did save a lot of people, and I even got a medal for bravery."

Ling Su knocked on the table: "Don't expect to find what it looks like in my memory, I have already eaten it, and it tastes very good."

Chairman Yan stared at him, his always calm expression finally showed a faint strangeness.

"I'm good at cooking, and I'm in good condition in all aspects. I'm cheerful and enthusiastic, kind and gentle, versatile, and I don't just pick up things on the ground to eat. Why can't I feel that I am worthy of this reality?"

Ling Su leaned on the armrest of the restraint chair and sat up straight: "As for the possibility of me being transformed into a monster by you, there is actually an easy solution... Teacher, have you ever heard of a chainsaw?"

Chairman Yan's projection was completely confused this time: "What?"

"I just found out that this thing is here for some reason."

Ling Su's hand that had been resting under the table suddenly lifted.

He didn't know when he had an extra silent chainsaw that didn't need to be plugged in. As soon as he pressed the switch, those sharp blades that shone with cold light instantly spun at high speed, cutting off a small half of the desk in an instant.

Ling Su held the chainsaw in one hand, grabbed the figure opposite and smashed it down hard.

His movements were so abrupt that President Yan's attention was completely attracted by the chainsaw that appeared out of nowhere, and then he slammed into the table unexpectedly.

Ling Su unceremoniously picked up the chainsaw and attacked it.

The projection disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the blade, leaving only an old-fashioned white coat hanging on the back of the chair.

"It seems that this is not a normal customs clearance method..."

Ling Su pondered for a while, touched the majestic chainsaw, turned off the switch, and put it on the chair properly.

It's not that he accidentally fooled himself with just a projection—in fact, if Chairman Yan would personally deal with him from this point on, Ling Su really needs to think carefully and re-evaluate his own danger up.

So far, the most troublesome problem is actually... He doesn't know how long he has been in this dream.

Since the memory before and after falling into the dream is blank, and the subsequent memory starts directly from this ward, Ling Su is still unable to judge what happened in between.

——If he guessed correctly, the correct way to get out of the ward should be to accept the verbal hints given to him by that projection, and to accept the view that "I am completely unworthy of the reality I have now".

Ling Su turned the table over and put it face down on the ground.

A few lines of writing were engraved on the lower edge of the table facing him, ignoring the crookedness caused by the inconvenience of posture, it was the font he was most familiar with.

When talking to the projection, Ling Su had already touched them, and rubbed them back and forth many times.

Zhuang Die had been to this room before.

Before Ling Su appeared here, Zhuang Die had managed to find a way to leave, and managed to leave some kind of reminder for him.

"Follow me……"

Ling Su touched the somewhat sloppy stick figure sheep again.

He whispered the short message Zhuang Die had given him, put away the scalpel and chainsaw, sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated for a while.

If he guessed correctly, this room will cleverly use psychological shadows to trap everyone who enters the dream.

Ling Su doesn't quite understand what the hypnotist's psychological shadow is, but Yan Xun should not be trapped for a long time - it's not that President Yan has any special treatment for his son, but because Yan Xun's knot in his heart has been broken soon. It's almost untied.

Although Meng Cocoon can check their memories to a certain extent, most of them don't know that, in fact, just using a room full of garbage can make Dr. Yan collapse on the spot...

As for what shadow will be trapped by the little curly hair, the answer is already obvious.

Ling Su stood up.

... He probably reproduced Zhuang Die's customs clearance method.

When completely swallowed by fear, Zhuang Die will uncontrollably chase fear all the way to the end of the world.

In other words, most likely Zhuang Die would not go out through the door, he would chase the monster projected in this room into the cubicle of the ward.

Ling Su followed the route simulated in his mind, pushed open the compartment door, and the familiar sound insulation and anti-collision materials came into view.

Opposite him there is an open window.

Outside the window was a small balcony, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains swayed slightly in the wind.

Ling Su stopped at the door for a few seconds, walked around the bed, jumped over the window and onto the balcony.

Outside the balcony is a dizzying height, which is almost as high as 25 or [-] floors by visual inspection.The high-rise wind that was mostly isolated by the wall roared sharply in an instant, and the strong gust of wind made the hospital gown on him tremble non-stop.

"Captain Ling!" Behind him, Ouyang Huan hurriedly caught up, "Come back quickly, what are you dreaming about again!"

Ling Su looked back.

Chairman Yan's white coat disappeared, and Ouyang Huan appeared in the room instead.

The room has been restored to cleanliness, and the desk, which was missing half of the desktop and overturned on the ground, has also been restored to its original state.

The door on the wall appeared at some point.The door was just open, and the corridor was connected to the outside, and it seemed that one could go out directly just by turning back.

"It's our fault, and you shouldn't be involved."

Ouyang Huan blamed himself, and said loudly: "Please believe me! You just came out of the dream cocoon. In order to protect your team members, your consciousness has suffered a certain impact. You are recuperating here..."

"It's boring to use the same method twice." Ling Su twitched his lips, "Teacher, I thought you were at least a little bit better."

Ouyang Huan was inexplicable: "What did you say?"

Ling Su rubbed his neck and smiled helplessly: "My team members won't..."

He originally wanted to say "my team members will not let me be hit", but in the middle of the sentence, he was unconsciously startled when he saw the young team members being chased into the door by Song Huaimin panting.

Standing next to Vice Captain Song was a young team member who looked very capable and neat.

Ling Su remembered this face - when he was an instructor, this was the first pioneer he failed to save and watched as he sank into the dreamland and dissipated.

A familiar severe headache suddenly gripped him firmly.

"Are you okay? They said that your memory has been messed up, so you need to take a good rest."

Song Huaimin walked over quickly.He stretched out his hand to Ling Su, his concern and panic were suppressed by his calmness: "Give me your hand, come back quickly."

There was really no problem with that figure, Ling Su closed his eyes, and waited for the intense dizziness to pass: "Where's Xiaozhuang?"

"It's right here." Song Huaimin was a little taken aback, "Isn't it at the door?"

Ling Su looked at the young player at the door.

"Thanks for saving him...otherwise he would have been eaten by that dream."

Song Huaimin slowed down his tone: "Come on, give me your hand quickly, and I will pull you back."

"Ling Dui, did you carve the words and paintings under the table?" Ouyang Huan's voice came from outside, "Do you still have this hallucination? I know you have never been able to let go of the sacrifice of pioneering By……"

Ling Su heard the sharp tinnitus in the wind.

His memory seemed to be forcibly disturbed by some force, sometimes it became blank, and sometimes it turned into a black and white picture that seemed to be constantly dancing with snowflakes.

……

"You." Ling Su looked at the young team member at the door, "Come here."

The young team members hesitated, but they still walked over according to the words: "Captain..."

Ling Su put his hand on his shoulder.

He later went to a nursing home quietly, and after losing his subjective consciousness, this neat and straight young man became dazed and dull. He sat on the ground and divided the red beans and mung beans into two bowls one by one.

Hearing his footsteps, that face turned up, grinning innocently at him.

"I take back what I said before. It's true that I didn't use the same method twice... This time it's my own consciousness projection."

Ling Su raised his eyes and looked at Ouyang Huan: "I have doubts about reality."

He looked at Song Huaimin at the side: "My longing for a companion."

He was silent for a while, and his eyes fell on the young team members in front of him: "I dare not face the guilt... Teacher, I warn you."

"If you dare to play with my memory again, I will open the cage and release the monster you have been trying to lock up."

Ling Su said something softly like a whisper, and turned around without hesitation.

He ignored the voice behind him, chased the shadow in his mind, and stepped out towards the bottomless abyss.

The awaited fall did not appear.

The stepped foot landed on the solid ground, and all the illusions were distorted and dissipated in that instant.Ling Su found the right open door, left the ward, and came to the real corridor.

The little tin foil waiting outside bumped into his arms.

"Captain, what do you see in the room?"

Zhuang Die's palms were full of sweat, and he was still holding half of the remains of a slipper in his hand, and he hugged Ling Su tightly: "I met a dozen monsters, and I was almost scared away by them."