don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"We must be in a dream now, but this memory of mine has been disturbed and I can't remember it for the time being. I guess this is the dream cocoon we discussed."

Zhuang Die said quickly: "In my impression, we just entered the movie theater a second ago...Captain?"

The arms holding him were even more uncontrollable than usual.For a moment, it even gave people the illusion that the owner of the embrace wanted to strangle the chests of two people in this way, and fuse the bones, blood and heart together in this way.

Ling Su quickly stopped this strength, leaned his head against Zhuang Die's shoulder, and took a few seconds to restore himself to his usual state: "That's it. We—"

A hand rested on his forehead.

Ling Su was stunned for a few seconds by the warm touch of approaching. Before he could ask, Zhuang Die quickly lowered his head and firmly grasped his hand with no less strength than his own.

"Forget about this, Captain, you come with me."

Zhuang Die held his hand: "Wherever we are, it doesn't matter for now."

Ling Su didn't know how much little curly hair had thought about in these few seconds, but when he realized it, Zhuang Die had already led him out of the corridor and walked up the stairs.

These stairs are very in line with the characteristics of the dream - twists and turns, complicated, and seem to be endless, but Ling Su thinks this seems to be good.

They just kept going.

It can be anywhere, no matter where you go.

"That room can concretize the psychological shadow."

Zhuang Die made the same speculation, he led Ling Su all the way out of the cold and dark building, allowing the sun to shine on the two of them: "Captain, you also encountered something inside that you absolutely don't want to face. "

Ling Su nodded, and he raised his hand to catch a little sunlight.

They are totally real.

"Part of my memory box is locked, I'll give it a try."

Zhuang Die quickly sorted out those memories that could not be checked temporarily. He took the "captain" key and tried them one by one, and successfully opened two: "I carved a line under that table...and developed The invisible function of the chainsaw hides it under the table."

……

Although his hair was straightened by those monsters, Zhuang Die made a sudden decision in the few seconds when he found the exit.

It took him a while to turn back, through the fluttering hands and feet and eyes rolling around the room, he quickly carved a curly sheep under the table, and racked his brains to hide the chainsaw.

Although the result of this was that just after Zhuang Die finished all this, he was frightened by a severed hand touching the back of his neck and took off on the spot, holding up his slippers and smashing all the monsters in sight against the wall... ...but it looks like they're at least working as they should.

After leaving that room smoothly, Zhuang Die went to the nearby spare room to find a pair of new slippers to change into. By the way, he found a new hospital gown with a more suitable size for himself, and waited here for Ling Su with his weapon in his hand.

"Follow me." Zhuang Die looked into Ling Su's eyes, "Captain, you should have seen my message for you."

Ling Su nodded: "It was a great help... I almost failed to get out."

He sat down on the steps, stretched out his arms to hug the little curly hair squatting in front of him, and carried Zhuang Die into his arms.

This dream is really not that easy to deal with.

The clumsy trick of "trying to make him treat reality as a dream" that can be exposed at a glance is just a foretaste. The real function is to shake the psychological defense mechanism and draw out the psychological shadow protected and covered by the subconscious.

During the few minutes when the small balcony was swept by the high-rise wind, the room showed Ling Su a world that made perfect sense, without any flaws, and without Zhuang Die.

That room even gave a very reasonable explanation for all the problems - what he missed was only a long-gone pioneer, and the real "Xiaozhuang" was just a team member who was taken by him to perform a mission.Because of memory confusion, he completely confused the information of the two people. He couldn't accept this when he was receiving treatment, so he deceived himself and imitated carving words under the table...

"It's trying to convince me that this feeling isn't...not what I thought it was after all, it's just a mixture of guilt and obsession and longing."

Ling Su gathered his arms, rested his chin on the top of the little curly hair, and calmed down his thoughts softly: "In fact, those information are processed and modified."

The young team member who fell into the dreamland and Ling Su couldn't face was not called "Xiao Zhuang" at all, and had nothing to do with Zhuang Die.

"I went to see him two months ago." Ling Su said, "His name is Zhao Nongshun, and he is currently recovering in a nursing center. He is the first pioneer who died because of me."

Zhuang Die raised his head. When he was on the training ground, he had seen this incident in the memory projection of the chief person in charge of running laps: "It was an accident."

"Yes, it was an accident."

Ling Su nodded: "According to the psychological counseling, it probably means... I have done my best, and I am not responsible for that accident."

He thought it was impossible for him to tell this matter, but seeing Zhuang Die's gaze, he felt that it was not that difficult.

Ling Su lowered his shoulders in cooperation, so that Curly could lift his hand to rub his hair more easily.

"But I know I didn't." Ling Su said, "It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't do it... Before I went to perform that unexpected mission, I violated the rules and sneaked out to watch a movie."

Ling Su has been transformed into a scalpel. When there is no support from "cocoon", he is the last guarantee for the pioneers to carry out their missions.

For this scalpel to remain sharp it must be devoid of emotion.

"It was a temporary emergency mission. I didn't expect that there would be a mission at that time, otherwise I wouldn't go out."

Ling Su paused for a moment before continuing: "If I hadn't gone out, I could have cut that dream straight away and rescued him..."

New stimuli from the outside world can easily loosen the hints in the subconscious mind, and any emotional fluctuations will become hidden dangers affecting actions in the subconscious world.

That tiny attempt to resist the teacher taught the young Ling Su the most direct lesson—because of his willfulness, a pioneer remained in his dream forever.

"Captain Ling." Not far from them, a voice suddenly came out, "Although I don't quite understand, but if Yan Xun has half of your sense of responsibility, he may now be visited by someone he can't help. crushed."

Zhuang Die quickly jumped back to the ground.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Ling Su, turned around and followed the sound, and then saw the hypnotist hanging on the tree: "..."

"Brother Liu, I thought you were watching the scenery from above."

Ling Su didn't seem to be surprised, he held his forehead and looked at him thoughtfully: "Are you completely hung up on it?"

"Yes, I rushed out of that room screaming and howling, and it had already become like this when I regained consciousness."

The hypnotist waved his hand in a friendly manner: "If you feel the time, it's been almost an hour... Can you help me?"

Ling Su stood up, walked over with Zhuang Die, and got the hypnotist off the leafy tree.

"Thank you." The hypnotist tidied up the hospital gowns on his body, and looked at Ling Su and Zhuang Die's clothes, "Are you also here to be hospitalized?"

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows: "What?"

He exchanged glances with Zhuang Die indiscriminately. The latter blinked his eyes knowingly, gestured with one hand, and pointed to the free space behind him.

In fact, there are still many "patients" in hospital gowns who are moving around. Some are sitting motionless and basking in the sun, some are circling mechanically, and some are playing a game of catch and toss together.

Ling Su let go of his hand, watched Xiao Curly go over to collect information: "What is this place?"

"The Center for Mental Illness Research... It's your first time here? It doesn't matter, just get used to it."

The hypnotist smiled: "Not all the people who come here have problems. This is also a place for counselors to relax and recuperate. It's not a bad thing to experience the lives of patients by the way."

The hypnotist remembered Ling Su and Zhuang Die.

They had just solved Yan Xun's dream realm together—because they had been tossed so hard in that dream realm, the hypnotist and Yan Xun came here to recuperate, and unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

"Yan Xun was tidying up the room, so he didn't come out to let the wind go." The hypnotist explained, "His symptoms are more serious than mine... He seems to have forgotten that we have successfully come out of his dream, insisting that we are still in his dream domain."

Ling Su understood the situation roughly, and nodded: "He didn't try to unlock the Dream Realm and let us out?"

"Tried three times every five minutes, but it didn't work very well."

The hypnotist shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't you explain it at the time, this is another self in his subconscious, and he doesn't necessarily have to listen to him...Captain Ling? What is this?"

Ling Su held the chain of the crystal ball and shook it back and forth in front of the hypnotist's eyes.

He waited for a few seconds to confirm that the hypnotist had no sense of familiarity with this dangling thing, and then snapped his fingers to make it disappear without a trace: "Crystal ball, a kind of hypnotic pendulum, and some people prefer to use it Pocket watch."

The hypnotist stood there, motionless for a while, and suddenly frowned.

...He actually forgot that he could hypnotize himself.

His expression slowly changed, and his expression became serious: "We did not get out of that dream? No, it should be another kind... We have entered a new dream."

The hypnotist pressed his temples hard, and he rummaged through his apparently normal memories in a strange way: "I have no memory at all, and even the memory fault only appeared after I came here..."

"The same goes for the others."

Zhuang Die had come back from the activity site at some point, and opened his notebook: "No one doubted the process of coming here, they all felt that they should stay here... I also saw a few famous psychological counselors in it. division."

Ling Su took over the list compiled by Zhuang Die, and glanced briefly: "This is probably the real reason why President Ouyang came to us."

"President Ouyang visited you?" The hypnotist had already sensed something was wrong, "What did you say?"

Ling Su shook his head: "I don't know."

All four of them have varying degrees of loss of memory.

Ling Su still remembered at least part of the content before falling into the dream, Zhuang Die's memory ended at the cinema, while the hypnotist and Yan Xun forgot more.

The dream cocoon will change their memory, there are nothing more than two situations-the first one is that they are willing to be trapped in the dream so that they will not notice the abnormality.The second is to make them forget some of the most critical important information.

"Or maybe it's just a little bit of both."

Ling Su lightly tapped on the tree trunk: "What Chairman Ouyang told us may be the most important clue to unravel this dream."

Following this line of thinking, it is speculated that in that room, the part of his memory about Ouyang Huan that was modified was not entirely for the purpose of disturbing and misleading him...

Ling Su was still sorting out his thoughts, when he suddenly noticed that his vision was occupied by a white light, and his heart sank suddenly.

Instinctively, he reached out his hand to fish out Zhuang Die from the white light, but he watched his hand dissipate into fine specks of light like quicksand before his eyes.

The all-too-familiar darkness that seemed so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes eroded the entire picture from the center point.

……

Ling Su opened his eyes.

His memory was broken again.

After being led out of the building by the little curly hair, after meeting the hypnotist under the tree, they had a short exchange on the side of the free activity field-he didn't have any impression of what happened after that.

But now, he has returned to a ward, and the time seems to have skipped a long way, and it has come directly to the night.

As it turns out, recovering emotions, and even feelings, can indeed dull a scalpel.

It took Ling Su a few seconds to realize that he was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and his body seemed to be tightly bound by something and could not move.

A figure in a white coat appeared lingeringly outside the compartment.

Ling Su sighed and closed his eyes.

"There is no sleep in the 'Dream Cocoon', so we can only wait until dawn."

Chairman Yan walked to the bedside: "You know, I can modify your body sensation, making this period of time infinitely long in your perception..."

"Unless I'm willing to give up everything and become your most satisfying tool again?"

Ling Su yawned: "Teacher, I don't know what you plan to do yet, but I've already retired, so you can find someone else."

"You are the most suitable, Yan Xun does not have your talent." President Yan looked at him, "You clearly cooperated with the plan I made for you before."

Ling Su lay motionless, as if falling asleep.

Sometimes he felt that his teacher was more suitable for boiling eagles.That figure has been standing by the bed, sometimes turning into the young pioneer who died because of him, sometimes turning into Song Huaimin with a face full of astonishment and disbelief, and sometimes turning into someone with a blurred face who cast a hostile attitude towards him. the icy stare of...

Chairman Yan's consciousness fluctuations have disappeared, and he will lie here with his psychological shadow until dawn.

After an unknown amount of time, the second hand of the wall clock on the wall finally "clicked" and wobbled past a small grid.

one second.

Ling Su sighed again with a headache.

He chooses to venture into this cocoon of dreams, one is to repay favors and get out the hypnotist and Yan Xun who are trapped inside, and the other is to find out the correct way to break out of the cocoon, and prepare in advance for his loss of control that may occur one day. Prepare.

Ling Su was very satisfied with himself - he never underestimated himself, nor doubted his talent. The teacher chose him because he was better than Yan Xun or anyone else.

It's just that because of being selected, the other party's crazy attempts on him have also been done to him without landing.

Ling Su is actually a little uncertain whether he will go crazy in the future...but it is always good to be prepared.

In case he also creates such a dream cocoon in the future, based on the experience gained this time, he can start in time and end himself cleanly.

Ling Su closed his eyes.

He didn't intend to let himself think about it, and was about to find some memories about the little curly hair for himself to play in a loop, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

The strength that was hiding under the quilt and firmly bound him quietly stretched out his hand, little by little, and dragged him in without a trace.

Ling Su was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually adapted to the quieter darkness, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Little—"

"Hush." ​​Zhuang Die pressed his mouth in time, "It's a bit complicated...Captain."

Little Curly hid in the quilt, hugged him tightly with hands and feet, stared at him seriously for a while: "My hands are numb."