don't open your eyes [unlimited]

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The white light faded.

When vision recovered, Zhuang Die was already sitting at a dining table, while the hypnotist and Yan Xun were sitting opposite him.

The sky outside the window had already turned pale, and it seemed that the time had come to the early morning of the next day.

"It seems that we have lost another memory."

Yan Xun was stirring the porridge in the stainless steel bowl, and he forced himself to ignore the plates piled up in the distance that had been used by patients who had finished their meals: "My memory stays at last night, when Captain Ling told us the truth. a moment."

While speaking, he has already paid attention to the surrounding environment.

There were quite a few people in the entire dining place, but they were all "patients" in hospital gowns. No one was watching them, and there were no doctors or nurses in white coats walking around.

——Of course, considering that this is a world constructed in a dream, it is naturally possible that the dream itself is monitoring them anytime and anywhere.

If this is the case in the dream world they live in, then charades and code words are likewise meaningless.Because when Ling Su said the words "the cocoon of the first generation" to them last night, he must have been monitored by this dream.

"I also stopped at the same place." The hypnotist nodded, "Looking at it this way, there are two possibilities."

"Either this dream has the ability to view our memories and block or even delete some of them."

The hypnotist whispered: "Or... this dream can exert some indiscriminate influence on us, and this influence will make us temporarily unable to view some memories."

These two possibilities are not difficult to understand - to use the simplest analogy, the former was forcibly checked the diary and tore some pages of it.As for the latter, the entire diary fell into the water, and some of the pages were blurred by the water, making the writing on it unclear.

However, because the subconscious mind also has the characteristic of "everything that goes through will leave traces", the complete backup of this diary will always exist, tearing, soaking, smearing or even burning, can never truly erase everything that has happened.

"It's the former." Zhuang Die said.

"Considering that we still remember...uh." The hypnotist was stunned, "Is it the former?"

He originally wanted to say, "Considering that we all remember that this is the first cocoon, it should be some kind of retrograde amnesia caused by indifferent effects", but he did not expect Zhuang Die to put forward the opposite view.

Yan Xun obviously agreed with him, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "You speculate...that this dream intentionally retained the information we obtained at that moment when it processed our memory?"

"I didn't speculate, I can see it." Zhuang Die picked up a piece of bread, "I have two more locked memory boxes, and I don't use that kind of lock myself."

The hypnotist was a little dazed, and looked back at Yan Xun.

"It's a branch of mnemonics... one of the deformations of the memory palace."

Yan Xun explained: "Through creating scenes, coding and connections, the memory is concretized and placed in a certain scene in the mind. After long-term training, after establishing systematic thinking, you can have a memory far beyond ordinary people."

Using this method, even ordinary people can exercise a very strong memory ability.

And people who already have relevant talents can artificially create the effect of hyperamnesia to some extent through long-term and purposeful practice.

Having already seen the cube built by Zhuang Die, although Yan Xun was a little surprised, he was not surprised that the other party could do this: "That is to say... this dream doesn't mind us knowing about it?"

"It is not yet certain for the time being, and we need to continue to observe."

Zhuang Die flattened the whole piece of bread, folded it into small pieces, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it whole without chewing, and then went to get the porridge bowl set aside.

"Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang." The hypnotist couldn't help stopping him.

It was the first time he had seen Zhuang Die in this state, he hesitated for a while, and then put in a little more strength to push down the other's hand holding the porridge bowl, and stuffed him with a clean spoon.

Although the few of them regained consciousness directly in the dining place after the memory was broken, at least the things on the plate were still there.

As long as you look around for a while, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion—the "patients" here have a regular meal, including three slices of bread, a bowl of porridge with nothing added, a small dish of pickles, and a small spoonful of jam.

Faced with this kind of breakfast, almost everyone will choose to spread jam on the bread, and then eat porridge with pickles.

It's not because of any stereotyped thinking... It's simply because the three slices of bread have a very rough and inferior taste, and the bowl of white porridge is nothing more than a certain amount of soaked rice grains floating in the water.If you don't do this, it's really hard to get them into your mouth and swallow them.

For example, Dr. Yan has already stirred the porridge with the spoon in his hand for 5 minutes without any further action.

"It hurts the stomach... Even in dreams, our brains automatically simulate the consequences of this eating state."

The hypnotist reminded Yan Xun: "It's the same if you don't eat. Psychological stomach pain is a kind of neurosis. This is one of the organs most easily affected by emotions."

All body sensations in this dream are almost exactly the same as reality, including pain, fatigue, hunger, and physical exertion. If it is not the case, the patients trapped here will not mistakenly believe that they are in reality.

Yan Xun's movements froze, and he frowned. After a while, he barely stretched out his spoon, scooped up a few pieces of pickles and threw them into the porridge bowl.

"Mr. Zhuang, Team Ling will be fine."

The hypnotist looked at Zhuang Die's dinner plate, the pickles and jam inside were untouched, there was still half a bowl of porridge left, and the bread was gone.

If he guessed correctly, before the memory was cut off, Zhuang Die swallowed the other two pieces of bread and poured the porridge into his mouth like water.

"If this is the first cocoon, Team Ling is more familiar with this place than anyone else."

The hypnotist said in a low voice: "He will also try to protect himself... The biggest possibility is that we were separated for some reason."

"Okay." Yan Xun couldn't help but said, "This kind of conclusion, Mr. Zhuang himself-"

"I know he can figure it out by himself." The hypnotist seriously snatched his plate of pickles and poured it into his porridge bowl, "But I still have to say it..."

From the hypnotist's point of view, although Ling Su and Zhuang Die's abilities are superb, and they are so secretive that they always make people wonder if they have any secrets... But excluding all additional factors, they are only more than ten years younger than Yan Xun Just two young men.

Because you are worried about the safety of the other party, it is completely normal to be in a bad mood or in a bad mood.

Zhuang Die's performance was just less talkative than usual, and he dealt with the matter according to the procedure as if he was facing some task during the meal, which already made the hypnotist a little relieved.

"I think it's because of this that we have to find Team Ling as soon as possible."

Yan Xun didn't know what the hypnotist was up to, so he drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, put down his spoon and said, "He knows the first cocoon better than anyone else, but he didn't show up, which means he must be trapped..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was firmly covered by the hypnotist.

Yan Xun couldn't pull that hand away, couldn't speak, and could only stare at him with rounded eyes inexplicably.

After all, it was still a step too late, the hypnotist let go of his hand and sighed: "Do you know why you are still single at the age of 35?"

"Of course it's because I want to make some achievements at work." Yan Xun said as a matter of course, "Otherwise?"

The hypnotist patted him on the shoulder and looked at Zhuang Die who had stood up with the dinner plate just now and was almost walking to the door now.

Probably when the meal time was coming to an end, a figure in a white coat appeared at the door.

"Old Yan." The hypnotist said, "Don't you think the whole thing is strange?"

Yan Xun frowned and didn't answer right away.

"First of all, I don't mean to offend—but the combination of Chairman Yan's consciousness and the first-generation personality model is far from the current 'cocoon'."

The hypnotist said: "If I'm not mistaken, this is the reason why President Yan and you were excluded from the second-generation personality model...or the development process of the second-generation 'cocoon'."

According to what they know, the second-generation model has completely overturned the concept of the first generation. It has rewritten the database and redone the neural program, and it is completely designed and built from scratch.

If this is also the development process of the second-generation "Cocoon"... It can almost be understood that until then, "Cocoon" was separated from a pure machine and began to have independent artificial intelligence.

Yan Xun didn't mind this accusation, and nodded after a moment of silence: "Yes."

The hypnotist looked at him: "Then why haven't you destroyed the first generation model?"

Yan Xun was startled: "What?"

"The notice we received at the time was that the first-generation model had been completely destroyed—why didn't we do this in the end? Did the people in the association not realize the danger of letting the first-generation cocoon continue to exist?"

"Why is it here with Chairman Yan? Why are we allowed to deal with a crisis of this level, so that we are trapped in it?"

The hypnotist raised his head and looked at Zhuang Die who was standing by the sink washing dishes: "Do you have a feeling? The whole thing seems to be a complete plan to inform you of your father's situation in order to trap us. The purpose of trapping us is to lure Captain Ling and Mr. Zhuang in..."

"Wait a minute." Yan Xun interrupted him, "Why do you have to lure them in?"

"I admit that they are very strong, but is it necessary to go to such great lengths to use us as bait?"

Yan Xun frowned: "I'm not jealous—well, don't look at me like that, I admit that there is some element of dissatisfaction...but no matter how strong they are, they are just two very talented ordinary people, right? "

The hypnotist spread his hands noncommittally, and was about to speak, when there was an extremely intense and chaotic noise at the door.

The two looked at each other, their expressions changed slightly, and they stood up and looked over.

Zhuang Die stood at the door.

He seemed to want to leave the dining place directly, and the door seemed to be completely open, but when someone tried to get out, it crackled and exploded with sparks.

There is an invisible barrier sealing that door.

"The meal time is not over yet." A figure dressed as a doctor walked over, "I can't leave here for now."

Zhuang Die raised his hand and tried to touch the invisible barrier.

Accompanied by the dazzling arc of jumping, the sparks scorched his fingers instantly.

Yan Xun's heart sank, and he stood up quickly.

He knows this kind of feedback better than anyone else—through uncontrollable strong pain stimulation, the target cannot stop the punishment no matter what he does, and then completely give up resistance and even escape, waiting desperately for the pain to come.

Over time, the target will become "docile" and "obedient", and at the same time completely lose all initiative, only knowing to passively wait and accept arrangements.

"Then it will be transformed into a tool..."

Yan Xun thought through the whole process, and said anxiously, "Mr. Zhuang, come back quickly!"

Zhuang Die stood where he was, and looked at the barrier expressionlessly for a while.

A man dressed as a doctor came over and wanted to take him back to the dining area, but Zhuang Die took another step forward without hesitation... and then stopped at the door.

Sparks flew, and the power grid exploded in an instant.

Fierce arcs danced all over his body, and the dazzling white light gradually escalated until it finally turned into a chilling scarlet.

Seeming to be firmly restrained by that barrier, Zhuang Die stood motionless at the door, waiting until the blood-like scarlet arc stopped changing, and then took another staggering step forward.

Breaking away from the invisible barrier, his body lost all strength and fell forward in an instant, half kneeling on the ground.

Yan Xun couldn't help but wanted to rush up, but was held firmly in place by the hypnotist.

"You were very right just now, they are two very talented ordinary people."

The hypnotist quickly whispered: "Old Yan, let me teach you one more thing... Ordinary people have feelings."

"It's hard for them to just sit here and do nothing when someone they care about is likely to be in danger, even knowing it's reckless."

"What we should do is to stay rational, find ways to deal with them secretly, and look for opportunities to help."

The hypnotist pressed him firmly: "It's not that the gourd baby rescued Grandpa, and sent them one by one..."

The other "patients" didn't seem to have any special reaction because of this accident, but continued to slowly eat the unpalatable food on the plate.Those who had finished their meal had no intention of leaving, but just sat in their seats with their heads bowed in a daze.

These people seem to have been almost transformed, and in a sense, they have become this hospital... or an integral part of the original "cocoon".

They are parts one by one, fixed procedures one after another, only working tirelessly and tirelessly within their prescribed small area.

...Yan Xun suddenly remembered those famous psychological counselors.

After the turmoil three years ago, these people, without exception, had problems one after another.

Some of them have a big change in temperament, suddenly stubborn to death, and some are obsessed with debating with others, and their views are particularly sharp and extreme.There are also some who simply retire completely, write books behind closed doors and never show up...

These seemingly inconspicuous changes at first send chills down one's spine for no apparent reason.

……

Outside the door, the man dressed as a doctor folded his arms and watched the scene.

He seemed to have accepted the strangeness, shook his head and sighed, and waited for the slight struggle and convulsions in Zhuang Die's body to disappear completely, then walked over to try to lift him up and drag him away.

"You stay here, I'll go take a look."

Yan Xun said in a deep voice: "This matter is my responsibility, I can't let them do this..."

The hypnotist couldn't move the three stubborn species by himself, and was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. He was about to knock Yan Xun out forcibly, but the figure outside the door suddenly froze in place.

I don't know what happened, the person dressed as a doctor didn't even have time to struggle, he was stunned by the electric current instantly, and fell down softly without a sound.

Zhuang Die stood up.

He thought for a while, tilted his head slightly, lowered his head and stuck out a little tip of his tongue, licking his burned fingers.

After simply treating the wound, he walked towards the unconscious man lying on the ground, squatted down, and took the white coat away.

Zhuang Die spread out the white coat, cut it according to the size, and put it on himself.

He was carrying the recently upgraded baseball bat that was constantly beating with scarlet arcs, and he held the unconscious man's leg with one hand, and dragged him towards the building not far away.

……

Yan Xun rubbed his eyes vigorously, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

"Look." The hypnotist said calmly, "I said you were wrong just now, neither of them are ordinary people, right?"