don't open your eyes [unlimited]

When the hypnotist and Yan Xun arrived, Ling Su had completely lost consciousness.

The situation in front of them completely exceeded their expectations.

Yan Xun's face changed suddenly, he didn't care too much, he hurried over to ask what was going on, but was held firmly in place by the hypnotist.

……

Zhuang Die knelt by the wall of the corridor.

Most of his body was blocked by the trolley, but he could still vaguely make out that there was another person tightly held in his arms.

From the opposite room came the sound of the machine's orderly rescue.

That voice made people panic for no reason, and Yan Xun's face was terribly ugly. He hesitated to speak and looked at the hypnotist beside him, but the latter just shook his head silently.

They all knew what those voices meant.

This is by no means a reassuring scenario in a psychiatric research center, or in any institution of a medical nature.

In the silence, it was Zhuang Die who spoke first: "How is the situation over there?"

There was nothing unusual in his tone, and the hypnotist was stunned for two seconds before recovering: "No problem."

The hypnotist guessed what Zhuang Die wanted to ask, and quickly organized his words: "It is rest time from now to noon. Almost everyone stays in their wards, and no one is patrolling."

Not long after Zhuang Die left, the meal time officially ended.The patients, as if they had an alarm clock in their heads, got up at the same time and left the group dining place.

Since the person dressed as a doctor had been knocked out by Zhuang Die and dragged away, no one supervised their actions this time.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the hypnotist and Yan Xun took advantage of the fork in the road to get away from the crowd, and did not return to the ward immediately, thereby avoiding the administration this time.

Perhaps because of this reason, their consciousness has not been broken this time, and it has continued coherently from the morning to the present.

"There is a rest room nearby, very close to here, you can take Team Ling there first."

The hypnotist explained the situation in a few words, hesitated for a while, and walked over slowly: "Mr. Zhuang..."

Zhuang Die immediately took Ling Su into his arms to protect him.

His movements were completely prior to consciousness, and his eyes swept over, a kind of sharp thorns like thorns all over him that had never been seen before, which made the hypnotist tremble unconsciously.

Zhuang Die seemed to take a while to figure out who he was, nodded, and stood up holding Ling Su.

The hypnotist didn't pay much attention: "Here, follow me."

The sharpness of the thorns on his back was particularly frightening, but he was relieved - even this is not bad, at least it can give Zhuang Die a little more vitality.When seeing these two people for the first time, the hypnotist almost couldn't tell who was the unconscious one.

The hypnotist gestured to Yan Xun, stopped the partner who wanted to come to help Zhuang Die, and then glanced not far away, reminding the other party that if they want to help too much, they can take the car with a lot of medical equipment along the way. trolley.

Yan Xun didn't protest and walked over without saying a word.

He dragged the medical trolley and walked forward with a few people, and couldn't help looking at Zhuang Die who was walking forward with Ling Su in his arms.

Ling Su's situation was worse than expected - from this angle, it was impossible to tell whether the other party had any signs of life.

Not only that, but Yan Xun always felt that that person seemed to be different from the state they were familiar with.

It was more like the young man he had investigated and was trained by Chairman Yan as number zero.

Not long after Ling Su entered the university, he was selected by President Yan as a closed disciple, and he took him with him to train him personally.During that time, the high score records of various exams and related cutting-edge journals were firmly occupied by a name called "Zero".

In the laboratory, Yan Xun is often reminded by the jokes or chats of his colleagues, realizing that the record he created was easily broken by that Zero.

Although admitting this kind of thing is somewhat embarrassing, Yan Xun still can't deny it... When he learned that the father who had never been satisfied with him actually had a favorite student, he really couldn't help being jealous Over Lingsu.

When he saw Ling Su for the first time in the hotel dream, Yan Xun was actually very disappointed.

He didn't expect that number zero, who perfectly proved his incompetence in all aspects, turned out to be such an ordinary person who was lazy and unable to cheer up.

Even though he did realize Ling Su's ability later, Yan Xun still felt that if his father was willing to face up to him and provide him with exactly the same conditions and environment, he might not be unable to do what Ling Su could do.

"...If you lose your horse, you don't know it's a blessing."

At that time, his unknown partner tried his best to persuade him: "I heard that the experiment was very dangerous. It might be a good thing not to be a guinea pig..."

Yan Xun did not agree with this statement at the time.

Whether he is willing to accept this or not - what he cares about is President Yan's affirmation.

In fact, Yan Xun is very clear that he has indeed thought about it, if Chairman Yan really wants him to be the "No. [-] Experimental Subject", he will definitely accept it without hesitation...

Until now, he suddenly realized with unprecedented clarity that this kind of thinking is so naive as to be ridiculous.

……

Yan Xun squeezed the cold sweat in his palm.

From his perspective, the figure was almost identical to the photograph in the archives.

This was "Number Zero" three years ago...or even longer ago.

The young experimental subject was hugged by Zhuang Die, his whole body was so pale that it would shatter if he touched it.Others—even Zhuang Die didn't seem to see how bad his situation was. Zero seemed to have just experienced a cruel to almost tragic mental torture.

Yan Xun followed into the lounge, closed the door tightly, and watched Zhuang Die carefully put Ling Su on the bed bit by bit.

The almost transparent body of consciousness seemed to dissipate at any moment, he was covered in wounds, and his body was still dripping with water... Yan Xun couldn't even find his hand from the hanging sleeve.

Number Zero lay flat on the bed motionless, as if something was firmly restraining his body.

His forehead was pressed against Zhuang Die's palm, and as Zhuang Die gently rubbed his hair, his brows, which were so indifferent and almost sharp, softened inexplicably, and the pinna of his ears unconsciously turned a little red.

The capable short hair rests gently on Zhuang Die's palm.

Unknowingly, those dreadful alienation and coldness were all gathered away.

After a while like this, No. [-] finally stopped resisting, cooperated with the rescue, and fell into a coma that was truly relaxed.

"Mr. Zhuang." Yan Xun couldn't help but stepped forward, "Ling Dui—"

He wanted to tell Zhuang Die Lingsu his current state, but he couldn't help being startled when he started talking.

He heard a tinnitus that was very subtle, similar to metal vibrations.

That sound was more like coming from the inside of the eardrum, as if the thin blade of a scalpel was dexterously slashing the consciousness.

Before he even had time to feel more physical sensations, all the memories about "Number Zero" and those tragic scenes that he saw just now disappeared in Yan Xun's mind without warning.

Zhuang Die protected Ling Su and raised his eyes.

Yan Xun was stunned for a long time before recovering, raised his hand and rubbed his temple vigorously: "...What did I just say?"

"Say you're like a [-]-watt searchlight bulb, and you'll be sitting on a tree tonight."

The hypnotist stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Xun back five meters.

He just assisted Zhuang Die to check Ling Shu's physical condition - it does sound a bit strange to check his body in a dream, but in fact, in this highly realistic dream, the physical reaction in reality is really possible Synchronized with consciousness.

Not to mention three years ago... Even during the time when the subconscious world had just undergone a change, if one suffered such a serious injury in consciousness, the consequences would be extremely serious.

Although it is not clear what happened to Ling Su, at least there is good news, they are now more than three months after the dream mutation.

While the improvement of the "cocoon" has been upgraded to the third generation, related research, and the treatment methods and methods in the dream have also made great progress that was unimaginable before. These new achievements seem to have been simultaneously applied to this first generation. cocoon.

In the emergency room not far away, those flustering sirens finally completely quieted down, and Ling Su's state gradually stabilized.

"Although I don't know what's going on... But it seems that the problem is not too big."

The hypnotist finally breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the rolled up cuffs: "I'll leave it to you, Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Die nodded and thanked him in a low voice.

"You're welcome." The hypnotist smiled, "Throw garbage on the ground anytime if there is something to do, we will be there within 30 seconds."

"..." Yan Xun's temple suddenly twitched: "What is——"

The hypnotist waved at Zhuang Die, dragged his partner by the collar, and dragged Yan Xun out of the lounge involuntarily.

……

Zhuang Die stood beside the bed.

As soon as the highly tense spirit relaxed, he realized that his body was tired, and the burns on his hands were throbbing and throbbing.

It's just that these are completely unremarkable.

Zhuang Die took off his white coat, kicked off his slippers and went to bed, curled up his knees and guarded Ling Su's pillow.

If it's not that I don't have the strength to take notes for the time being, Zhuang Die must use the most eye-catching fonts to write them down in bold. This feeling is very, very, very bad.

It's not at all the same as when he suddenly realized that the "captain's home" had become "our home", and the feeling of his chest was so hot that it made people's eyes burn... When Ling Su fell silently on his shoulder At that time, he felt as if he had lost more than half of his consciousness.

The gates of the Memory Palace, which are usually well-organized and well-organized, were all mercilessly sealed with "bang", "bang", and in the empty wilderness, all thoughts were stirred into a ball of wool.

Zhuang Die looked at Ling Su seriously, lowered his gaze, and his curly hair drooped little by little.

If the hypnotist and Yan Xun hadn't arrived at that time, Zhuang Die might not even remember the standard operation of cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration, and rush to the doctor according to the captain's popular science illness...

Just one day ago, he woke up a little earlier than Ling Su, and seeing him sleeping peacefully beside him, he felt completely different from now.

Zhuang Die pursed his lips.

He curled up into a small ball and lay down, sticking to Ling Su's body that seemed unable to warm up.

Zhuang Die has vaguely realized what happened to those memory boxes that he was locked.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess at all - there is only one person who can successfully enter his subconscious world and make changes to his memory, but makes Zhuang Die completely unaware and guarded.

"team leader……"

Zhuang Die asked in a low voice: "In this dream, how many times has this happened?"

Ling Su is not yet capable enough to respond.

Hearing Zhuang Die's voice, he instinctively wanted to wake up with all his strength, but it seemed that he was sunk in a dark and boundless nightmare, and in the end only his brows were frowned.

His hand held by Zhuang Die was still cold, and his fingers were slightly convulsed, trying to find the little curly-haired hand.

The ball of wool in Zhuang Die's mind was suddenly tugged twice by this slight touch, and rolled to the ground without warning.

Zhuang Die suddenly realized that more than anything else, he didn't want to see Ling Su suffer, not at all.

"I won't ask... Captain, this matter is not important, not at all."

Zhuang Die hugged his shoulder: "Don't worry."

Zhuang Die repeated it over and over again, and hid Ling Su in his arms again.

He looked at the big cold sweat oozing from Ling Su's forehead, approached with breathless self-taught, and tentatively touched it with his lips.

This was another extremely strange feeling - he had never been aware of it before.

After the cold and salty liquid was kissed away bit by bit, Zhuang Die touched Ling Su's consciousness itself.

Zhuang Die experienced this feeling for the first time.

At that moment, all the emotions belonging to Ling Su flooded in like a tide, enveloping him gently and restraintly.

Footprints, countless footprints.

Every road seems to have no end, and every time seems to have an endless road.

He didn't know the origin of the intense exhaustion, as if he didn't want to stand up after sitting down, but at the next moment, he saw the shadow struggling to get up in the darkness, staggering and running towards him with the last bit of strength come over.

Zhuang Die subconsciously tightened his arms.

Ling Su's body shook slightly in his arms, tried his best a few times, finally opened his eyes, and smiled at him.

"How about it……"

Ling Su raised his hand, and tapped on the wet eyelashes of the little curly hair with his fingers.

He was still too tired to move at all, and after completing this feat, he was relieved, and his hand wobbled down.

Ling Su blinked at him, smiled and asked softly, "I just said artificial respiration is easy to use?"