don't open your eyes [unlimited]

As the most far-reaching mode in the classical reasoning genre, even if most people have never heard of the term "Blizzard Villa", they have seen works with related backgrounds more or less.

It's like a mountain village that is isolated from the world because of a sudden snowstorm.Everyone is trapped in the same isolated closed space, unable to communicate with the outside world in a short period of time, and unable to leave—at such times, some unusual accidents often occur.

Blizzard Villa is also known as the isolated island mode, which is the most suitable soil for the breeding of conspiracy and desire.Because it is so easy to use, many famous reasoning, suspense, and thriller works will be deliberately chosen to be staged in this classic background mode...

...It's just that these contents have nothing to do with what Zhuang Die is thinking.

They are just a pillar in the memory palace, which is pulled out and passed through quickly, and then stuffed back intact.

But at this moment, what occupies Zhuang Die's attention even more is the strange scene that he has to fully understand.

At the same moment when they turned around to look at Zhuang Die, in front of Zhuang Die's eyes, everyone's heads suddenly "bang" into the shape of some kind of animal.

……

"Finally willing to come out of your room?"

A tall man with a horse face said in a cold voice. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, and his tone was very indifferent: "Come down quickly if you think clearly. You can't find the owner of this dreamland, and no one can get out. What's the use of being afraid?" ?”

When he spoke, subtle expressions on the horse's face also changed synchronously, and the part of the horse's mouth would chew and move accordingly.

Obviously, just the headgear cannot achieve such a realistic effect.

Looking at the cold and slender horse face, Zhuang Die was in a complicated mood, tried his best to control his facial expression, lowered his head and walked down slowly.

This private dream domain has a very obvious old century European style as a whole.

The living room is very spacious, with a comfortable couch, red brick walls, and a delicate and complicated ornate chandelier hanging from the high dome.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, casting light and shadows on the thick woolen carpet, and a black cat was napping by the warm fireplace.

The staircase leading to the second floor is made of wood, made into a spiral shape, and the bottom of the handrail is inlaid with a bear's head carved in white marble.

There is a pleasant aroma of food in the air, but it is a pity that at this time, no one seems to be in the mood to care about it.

Everyone sat at the dining table in silence, not saying a word because of their preoccupations.

There were ten chairs in front of the dining table, and Zhuang Die was still confused about the situation, so he didn't make other moves hastily, and walked towards the only vacant chair cooperatively.

While pulling out the chair and sitting down, his eyes fell on the sofa not far away.

Zhuang Die raised his eyebrows without a trace.

...It seems that the atmosphere at the scene is heavier than expected, and there seems to be other reasons.

Because of the difficulty in falling asleep, it will take Zhuang Die longer to fall asleep than normal, and it is easy to miss some plots. This is probably why the horse-faced man thinks that he was so scared that he collapsed in the room.

And this time, the part he missed seems to matter a bit.

There were ten chairs at the dining table, and there were exactly ten people present including him.

On the sofa, there was also a gray-white humanoid sculpture with closed eyes that was lifelike no matter how you looked at it.

"That's not a sculpture."

The man sitting on the left seems to have seen through Zhuang Die's thoughts. He held the python's head, and his bright red letter stretched and retracted flexibly. He seemed to be accompanied by a "hissing" sound when he spoke: "This is the salesman. The unscrupulous dealer of our blueprints."

Following these words, the chandelier above everyone's head suddenly shook.

Miss Rabbit and Miss Tiger Head at the other end of the dining table leaned closer. The two of them seemed to have been terrified, but at least they still insisted on not collapsing, just curled up on the seat motionless.

"Because you were scared out of your wits and ran to hide in the room, he just received our complaint and came to carry out after-sales emergency treatment."

The man with the horse face took over the conversation: "When he found that there was no way to solve it, he started talking nonsense again. For a while, he scolded us for being greedy for petty gain and suffered a big loss. We can't blame him for the current situation, and for a while, he said that we recognized the wrong person. What is he?" Emergency response personnel', who came in to help us, asked us to cooperate with him."

Zhuang Die: "..."

Zhuang Die hid his hands under the table, quietly stuffed them into his pockets, and quietly tore up the speech he had just typed to explain his identity.

"The situation was very chaotic at that time. Everyone was arguing and pushing... No one paid attention to what was going on. He fell there when the lights were turned on again."

The horse-faced man glanced at a few people who had lost their souls, and his tone sank: "Okay, intrusion is not allowed in the private dream domain, and we have the right of self-defense. Besides, if he sees that the situation is not good, he will force it by himself." Withdrew?"

"It's possible!" The monkey-headed young man at the side quickly agreed, "Besides, dying in a dream is not the same as dying in real life, so he will be fine."

Even though he said this, many people present still looked particularly unsightly.

Zhuang Die rested his chin on the table, slowly pinching the scraps of paper, recalling what he had read in the employee handbook.

It's perfectly fine to get hurt and die in your dreams, at best such stimulating dreams can lead to a trance.Long-term "killing dreams" may lead to increased stress and even mental weakness. If it affects real life, psychotherapy intervention is required.

But if you are injured and die in someone else's dream, the situation is much more troublesome.

Ling Su told him that being injured in other people's dreams would lead to burnout and fatigue, and short-term memory loss might also occur.

And dying in other people's dreams is a way of violently exiting the dream realm that is clearly forbidden—the person who dies will wake up in his own dream, so of course he can leave the dream realm, but the consciousness is forcibly disintegrated, and he is doomed to be unable to return to the dream realm. been completely restructured.

For example, if a running computer is forced to press and hold the power to restart, it is very likely that some important files will be lost or damaged.

Human consciousness is similar.So far, in the records of related events, one death in someone else's dream may lead to the permanent loss of some important memory, a certain emotion, and a certain talent, and multiple deaths may even lead to the annihilation of the original personality .

……

As for the current situation, it is likely that at the same time when "Cocoon" reported the abnormal event, the unscrupulous vendor who resold the design drawings also happened to deal with the after-sales in some way.

Trapped in the dreamland where the owner of the dream is unknown, everyone's emotions have been suppressed to the extreme. After the conflict, the unscrupulous trader died unexpectedly during a power outage.

"It seems that the situation is more complicated than imagined..."

Zhuang Die muttered something in his heart, crumpling up the shredded paper in his pocket thoroughly.

He didn't think it was Ling Su's luck that he just replaced the unscrupulous trader and became a victim of everyone's emotional collapse.

This kind of view is not completely blind trust in Ling Su - first of all, although the specific technology of the replacement is not clear, there were ten people in the dream field when the "cocoon" was detected, which means that the black-hearted traders had not arrived at that time, and most of them were not there. will be selected as the replacement object.Secondly, even if luck is really bad to this extent, as long as Ling Su explains his intentions, there is no need to conflict with everyone.

Zhuang Die guessed that Ling Su was probably the same as himself. After completing the identity replacement with someone, he directly saw the situation in front of him.

...It's just that this unscrupulous trader's quick-witted speech made the two of them hard.

Under such circumstances, if I stood up and said again, "I am an emergency responder who just came in and asked everyone to cooperate", no matter how you look at it, it would seem a bit exaggerated.

Zhuang Die sighed lightly, lowered his head with mixed feelings, looked at the cold and greasy snake tail hanging from the gap of the python man's dining chair, and moved his chair far away without any trace.

"Okay, now let's discuss the solution."

The horse-faced man clapped his hands. He has obviously assumed the role of controlling the situation consciously: "The easiest way is to wake everyone up once. We are in a certain person's dream realm. There is always one person who can successfully resolve the situation." open."

"No! What if I make a mistake?" The rooster-headed man immediately objected loudly, "If this is not my dream, then am I waking up in someone else's dream?!"

The possible consequences of this kind of behavior have not been announced, but they have been repeatedly strictly prohibited. In the official ranking of the degree of danger and the severity of the consequences, it even surpasses "death in other people's dreams".

The fear brought by the unknown is always greater than the known. No one dares to try it lightly. Although the others did not speak, their resistance is already very obvious.

The candlelight on the dining table danced lightly, and there were low whispers floating in the air.

"Everyone dies once, and the effect is the same, right? In this way, you can return to your dream and wake up. If it happens to be the dream owner, then we will all be free..."

"Are you kidding me! Is this any better?"

"Since this is the case, do you want to try it first? What if you are the dream owner?"

"I heard that the more precious memories and emotions, and the more outstanding talents, the more likely they will be lost after consciousness reorganization. I can never take this risk."

"Then what to do, stuck here all the time?"

"Who dares to bet! If you make a mistake, it's over. Anyway, I don't think this is my safe house. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look right..."

……

The thin monkey youth was a little restless, and looked left and right: "It can't be... it can't be exactly the same, right? Let's search for details, what if we find something different from our safe house?"

At the end of the dining table, the hound man with the scar on his face sneered: "Do you really think that the dreamer will kindly tell the truth?"

The monkey youth was taken aback: "What did you say?!"

"Let's get straight to the point. I'm probably not the only one who clicked on the private dream domain custom link from that post."

The hound man raised his hand, threw the knife on the table with a clang, and slowly scanned everyone at the table with his gaze: "I have done everything, and I dare not even admit it if I am generous?"

The horse-faced man frowned: "What are you talking about, what post?"

The hound man withdrew his gaze and leaned back on the chair behind him.

He meaningfully tapped his temple twice with his fingers, lowered his voice, and said slowly: "If someone dies in my dream, after the consciousness collapses, who will lose important memories, emotions, and talents..."

Before the words were finished, the chandelier above everyone's head suddenly started to sway again.

There was obviously no wind in the room, but the chandelier was shaking more and more, and at the same time, there was a creepy and piercing creaking sound.

The lights flickered on and off, sweeping across the terrified faces.In the next second, darkness suddenly descended.