don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Chairman Yan seemed to be nailed in place.

He even had some illusions, as if the air had turned into wet and cold fine sand, squeezing him from all directions so that he couldn't move.

Ling Su did indeed come to him to settle accounts.

What he did to Ling Su, now the other party wants to pay back the same.

……

This is not a surprise at all.

If after knowing those things, he is still completely indifferent to those deceptions, manipulations and injuries, then it means that Ling Su has been completely transformed into a perfect tool.

But he hasn't even figured out what Ling Su did to him.

What exactly went wrong?What critical detail has been overlooked?What went wrong, why did he fall into that weird, terrifying hallucination...

"So you're still thinking about this?"

Ling Su's voice sounded: "You guessed right."

President Yan raised his head abruptly and stared at him firmly.

Ling Su stretched out his hand and fiddled with the bullets scattered on the table: "I didn't hypnotize you."

Now that the purpose of Ling Su's visit is clear, it is impossible for Chairman Yan not to take precautions against this matter.

Whether you want to hypnotize a president of the psychological association with a complete and solid psychological defense line and proficient in hypnotism, a lunatic who has fallen into paranoid chaos, or a dreamer who hypnotizes a dream cocoon... It is not an easy task.

Even if there is a way to do it, to create such a complicated hallucination, it needs sufficient dialogue, actions, and atmospheric conditions to assist, and with continuous guidance and hints, it is impossible to complete it in such a short period of time.

"That was just an ordinary dream."

Ling Su put the bullets back into the clip one by one, and he kept the last one, fiddled with it on the table: "Have you not had a dream for a long time?"

Chairman Yan looked at him in disbelief, shook his head and was about to speak, but suddenly froze in place.

"After growing a dream cocoon, a person will lose the ability to have any other dreams."

Ling Su said: "Because the subconscious mind will be gradually absorbed by this dream cocoon, this is the price of 'becoming a god' - you gain the power to control this dream, but at the same time you will be trapped in this only dream forever."

"Help you review a few knowledge points, President." Ling Su slightly tilted his head, "The projection of human figures in the dream may not necessarily be regular, but it must have its own characteristics."

Either it is someone with a deep memory, or it has clear symbolic meaning and representativeness, or it has been seen recently and has a vivid impression.

Even if you see a stranger in a dream, if you can spread out every fragment of memory and search carefully, you will definitely be able to find passers-by, stand signs or advertising pictures that look similar to him.The pictures seen when passing by are stored for a short period of time, and are called temporarily when a new character needs to be generated in the dream.

"It's just that you have obviously lost this ability."

Ling Su said: "In this way, the operation becomes much easier. As long as I don't cooperate with you..."

President Yan couldn't listen any longer, and roared anxiously: "Enough!"

Ling Su spread his hands lightly.

He stopped talking at the right time, picked up the bullet he had played with, and put it in his coat pocket.

Chairman Yan stared at him, but he couldn't force his thoughts to stop—the more he forced himself not to think, the more obvious those thoughts would pop up, and eventually completely filled his mind.

It wasn't a matter of memory...he didn't lose those memories.

He can still clearly recall Ouyang Huan, Yan Xun and his partner, the curly-haired young man who came with Ling Su, and the three generations of cocoon taskers who mixed in... But these "memories" are all like It is compressed and stored in the form of information.

Chairman Yan's chest kept rising and falling, his face became paler and paler, and there was even a hint of panic in his eyes.

He had never realized this before, or maybe he had realized it a long time ago, but he subconsciously didn't dare to think about it and delve into it——

Chairman Yan searched desperately in his mind, but couldn't find any face.

... He has lost the ability to "dream".

Because all the nutrients in his subconscious mind have been absorbed by this dream cocoon.

It completely turned into a dead, still, boundless desert.

All the figures turned into one blurry statue after another, and before he could walk over, those statues collapsed silently, turning into a pile of soaked cold gravel with no discernible shape.

"...you are hypnotizing yourself."

President Yan stared at Ling Shu, as if looking at some terrifying monster: "You created an independent dream realm here... and then pulled me in, and you hid yourself."

It was just an ordinary dream.

In this dream cocoon that was about to mature and become an independent small world, he was forced by Ling Su to have the most ordinary dream.

The reason why he saw those weird scenes was because after Ling Su didn't cooperate with him, his subconscious couldn't search for any face that could fill his dreams.

Only himself was left in his dreams, and only himself was left in his subconscious.

Sooner or later, this dream cocoon will digest all his memories, and he will be trapped forever in a world that only has himself...

He knew about it.

He knew about this a long time ago, but because he was too frightened, he hinted that he forgot... and also forgot the purpose of picking Ling Su in the first place.

He needs a scalpel that can cut open this dream cocoon.

He wants to cut this dream and escape... It can be seen that ghosts are always so close.That knife is still not sharp enough, what if it is not sharp enough?I had to use all means to keep sharpening... It doesn't matter if the knife breaks or not, as long as he can pierce the dream before it breaks, this is the so-called "loophole" of the experiment.Of course the experiment will fail, why care about the life and death of the experimental subject?He never thought about cultivating someone who can help the world solve this trouble, he just needs a knife that can be used once...

Those noisy heart sounds seemed to crawl out of a dream and clung to his ears, repeating endlessly.

Chairman Yan hugged his head tightly, his face was dripping with cold sweat, as if someone had strangled his neck, he was panting heavily and hurriedly like pulling a bellows.

Suddenly, all his struggling and panting stopped abruptly.

As if he had completely lost consciousness, his upper body suddenly slammed heavily on the table with a "bang", and more cracks, like spider webs, spread out on the half of his face that was already shattered.

He froze for a few seconds like this, like a puppet that had been in disrepair for a long time and started to move again. He folded his joints stiffly and tried a few times before aligning himself with the position. Push yourself up again.

……

Chairman Yan moved his neck joints twice.

Sitting at the table, the muscles on the half of his face that were still intact twitched strangely, and suddenly he showed a peaceful smile.

"It seems..." He looked at Ling Su, "You are not surprised?"

"No surprise."

Ling Su said: "'Chapter 1 Man in the Game' is an obvious reminder. He and I are both directly involved in the game, but someone has to push him into the game—combined with his performance, the answer is It's not hard to figure out."

"To paraphrase classical psychoanalysis, I just killed your 'superego'."

He made a gesture of quotation marks: "Most people will collapse at this step, kneel on the ground to confess, and then in the melodious BGM, weep bitterly and tell about their painful experiences and psychological shadows... But considering your flexibility The bottom line of morality and multiple standards for others and oneself, I don't think this situation is worth looking forward to."

Chairman Yan didn't seem to feel offended, but laughed out loud: "Anyway, you have surprised me."

"The Psychological Association sent a lot of people to try to deal with my risk factor... They are all living well in my mental hospital now."

"You are the first to break through that layer of psychological defense and see the real 'me'."

Chairman Yan took out a bunch of memories from his mind, unfolded them and looked at them: "...very beautiful technique."

"You distracted me with that gun first, making me think you were going to use something rougher on me."

"You know that I will definitely check your memory... the moment I came into contact with your consciousness and extracted the memory, you pulled me into your dream."

"You created a dream that was exactly the same as the environment here, so that I didn't realize that I was no longer in the treatment room—all the conversations I had with you after that, the torture and venting I had on you, were actually It was a dream."

"And then, when you, an 'actor', refuse to participate in the role, leaving me alone in the dream... In my eyes, this dream will become my purgatory."

Chairman Yan quickly figured out what happened before, and looked at Ling Su: "How about it, are you disappointed to see that I haven't gone crazy yet?"

"On the contrary."

Ling Su said calmly: "If I find out that the person who has tortured me for so long is so vulnerable, I will be very disappointed."

President Yan glanced at him in surprise, and suddenly burst out laughing.

He leaned on the table with his arms bent, leaned close, and looked at Ling Su: "You really make me more and more interested..."

While speaking, he had already thrown away the ball of memory casually.

Still dissatisfied with this treatment method, he stepped on it and twisted it vigorously, turning it into an inconspicuous stain on the ground.

"I'm sorry." President Yan said, "Why can't you be a good student?"

"With your help, we would have been able to accomplish many great things."

President Yan raised his hand suddenly, his movement was very slow, but it seemed to have been completed in an instant, and both hands firmly strangled Ling Su's throat.

"I lent you to them to be an instructor, and let you use the method I gave you to teach those pioneers..."

President Yan lowered his eyelids and asked slowly, "Why didn't you follow suit?"

"Because my training method is better, I won't send them all to a mental hospital and die here."

Ling Su held down the gun on the table with one hand, but he didn't intend to use it. He just picked it up and played with it in his hand: "By the way... are you planning to maintain this posture and introduce you to transform this piece of land?" The great feats of Dying Dream Realm?"

Chairman Yan's pupils suddenly shrank.

His hands seemed to have been severely scalded by something, he let go hastily and suddenly got up and backed up, almost knocking over the chair behind him.

"It's not difficult to guess, right?" Ling Su rubbed his throat, "Although it was in a dream, I have already said... Your methods are too unadvanced, even to the point of primitiveness."

"Why do you use these methods? There are several possible branches here."

"The first possibility is that you are a pervert who loves to abuse, and your taste happens to be more classical... Considering that you are still the president of the Psychological Association after all, if you have this special hobby, it is unlikely that you did not have it in the public opinion storm back then. Show any clues."

"After ruling out this possibility, a more accurate personality portrait will almost come out - you are a person with clear goals, no bottom line, and unscrupulous means to achieve your goals. In order to maintain absolute rationality, you even split a personality to withstand social and moral pressure."

"So it's not difficult to draw a conclusion, whether it's a restraint chair or buried alive...these are just the means you have to use to achieve your goal, because these are all you can use."

"So there is a second possibility." Ling Su snapped up his second finger, "For quite a long time, you stayed in an unowned near-death dream drifting in the subconscious."

Chairman Yan's face suddenly changed: "You created a dream field here to confirm this..."

"Yes." Ling Su nodded, "Dreaming in an ordinary dream cocoon will reach the world on the other side—but not in a dying dream cocoon."

President Yan shook his head vigorously. He couldn't understand this completely reckless adventure, and looked at Ling Su almost inexplicably: "What if you are wrong?"

"If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake, and then you will think of a wrong way."

Ling Su said: "The solution to a problem should be found after the problem arises—although I also agree that it is a good habit to plan ahead, but artificially creating a problem with a probability of [-] in a thousand forces people to do it. Confronting and resolving is something only the dumbest minds can come up with."

Chairman Yan's facial muscles faintly twitched twice.

Of course he could hear the irony in the other party's words, but he couldn't find anything to refute. He gritted his teeth and took a step back calmly.

"Anyway, I got the answer I wanted."

Ling Su said: "This is a near-death dream."

"You gradually find a way to master it, and even use it. You figure out all the details of it little by little, and make it your own dream."

"In the end, you made a dream cocoon and became the god in this dream."

"You modified its appearance to be almost the same as the Mental Illness Research Center, but it still lacks many necessary things... So you gave this dream the ability to 'materialize', turning those trapped patients into objects, but It's not enough after all."

"Few people have the ability to suggest themselves as a non-convulsive electroshock therapy device. Even if there are people in the professional field who have this ability, they may not necessarily cooperate with your request... Even if they are trapped by you, they will not agree to do it for you accomplice."

"As a last resort, when dealing with some extremely difficult patients—such as me, you can only use the original things in this dream."

Ling Su came to a clear conclusion: "The prototype of this dream should be a mental hospital in the nineteenth century."

President Yan's face was ashen, and he looked at him without saying a word.

"I know that the time flow of this dream is completely under your control."

Ling Su nodded, and gave him a very enthusiastic suggestion: "Come on, before I continue, flash over and strangle me to death."

President Yan could hardly bear to do this, and he was suddenly pointed out by him, but instead he seemed to be restrained by some invisible force, and he froze in place motionless.

Under the cover of the old and loose eyelids, a trace of panic crept into President Yan's eyes.

"I really hate your mouth... I don't know when you became so talkative, but you know very well in your heart that we won't let you die."

Chairman Yan said in a low voice: "A dead knife is useless..."

"No." Ling Su shook his head, "It's not because of this."

President Yan's eyelids twitched violently, and he raised his gaze to stare at him fiercely.

"If we regard our game as a game, the rules of each round are different."

Ling Su said: "Part-1, in the face of your superego who deceives himself and pretends to be a great savior, as long as I can defeat the illusion he fabricated for himself, I can gain control of his layer of space. "

"Part-2, facing you who is completely rational, it's even easier."

"I just need to make my thoughts turn faster than you, and completely suppress you in the aspect you are most proud of, so that you can't think of any rebuttals, and then you will fear me... that's fine."

At the same time as he said the last three words, Ling Su had already stood up and walked to the window.

He looked out the window and repeated again in a low voice, "This is a nineteenth-century mental hospital."

As soon as the words fell, the magnificent buildings outside the window, the well-manicured lawns, the spacious and comfortable event venues...all evaporated on the spot in an instant.

Instantly weeds grew overgrown on the ground, barbed thorns entangled among the spikes on the high wall, gloom and oppression instantly permeated every corner, and there were dark bloodstains hidden in the gaps between the bricks and stones that made one dare not think about it.

The treatment room they were in also became old and gray, as if there were distant screams and cries for mercy filling the surroundings, lingering and lingering.

"Are you satisfied now?" Chairman Yan sneered and whispered, "Do you really think this is better than before?"

He didn't dare to admit that the other party's speculation was correct, because once he said this, he would lose all control in an instant.

Chairman Yan could only do his best to put pressure on Ling Su, he took a step back, and motioned for panicked shouts to explode in the corridor outside: "Is this what you want?"

"Is it really better to be forced to wake up in endless fear, endless torment and pain than to be a lunatic happily without knowing it? Have you asked their wishes?"

President Yan sneered: "You and I are actually the same kind of people..."

"That makes sense." Ling Su nodded.

Chairman Yan didn't expect his answer, and the words froze: "...what?"

Ling Su opened the window and whispered again: "This is a school."

Chairman Yan: "..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a plastic running track, football field and teaching buildings suddenly appeared outside the window.

The place they were in instantly turned into a bright and clean office, the restraint chair became an ergonomic swivel chair, a bookshelf full of books appeared in the corner, and there was even a steaming cup of coffee on the desk.

Ling Su tried again: "This is an amusement park."

The track of the roller coaster suddenly extended all the way through the sky.

The Ferris wheel turned slowly, the musical fountain changed in different patterns, and the merry-go-round was singing, on which sat a group of patients who were already in a trance and were receiving treatment in hospital gowns.

"... that's enough!" President Yan almost lost his mind completely, and shouted hysterically, "Are you crazy?! What the hell are you doing!"

"I think you're right that a happy atmosphere is important."

Ling Su was very satisfied with this adjustment, closed the window, walked back to the table and sat down: "Didn't you blame me for this just now?"

Chairman Yan was speechless in astonishment: "I—"

He just wanted to put a certain degree of moral pressure on Ling Su, who knew that the other party was playing with Meng Cocoon as if he had seen a ghost!

It took him more than a year to finally take advantage of the opportunity of living in the Mental Illness Research Center to complete the transformation of the place... Why can the other party just move his mouth?Can anyone really hold so many detailed scenes of [-]D modeling in their minds? !

"Relax." Ling Su said, "We haven't finished talking yet."

He took apart a lollipop and put it in his mouth: "According to what you said last time, I have tried to kill you and myself many times here."

"You can't let me die, because a dead knife can't be used—so you will always try to bring my consciousness back to life."

Ling Su looked at Chairman Yan: "But you don't really care that much... because in your opinion, dying in a dream will not have any real consequences."

President Yan stood in place, like a sculpture on the verge of freezing.

The only good half of his face that was left intact also began to show cobweb-like cracks.

"From your point of view, this is indeed the case. Because from your perspective, death in a dream is like a game, just brush to the nearest save point and resurrect."

Ling Su said: "I'll give you a new knowledge point for science popularization... This was discovered by the pioneers. If you die in the near-death dreamland, you will also reach the 'land of the dead' on the other side."

"Impossible." Chairman Yan said coldly, "I never remember being there."

While he was speaking, with the movement of his lips, the cracks continued to spread and deepen.

"In reality, someone saw you wandering back and forth by the bridge, but was blocked by a transparent barrier, and you couldn't get through anyway."

Ling Su said: "That's because your main personality has encountered an insurmountable boundary in the opposite world."

When he heard the word "master personality", Chairman Yan's body also made a crisp cracking sound.

He was speechless, and could only stare at Ling Su with wide-eyed astonished eyes.

"Of course you are not the protagonist."

Ling Su seemed to be talking directly to his consciousness: "Don't you remember? The object of the initial research of game theory is intelligent people without emotions—you are also the player in Chapter 1."

Ling Su said: "You should also realize it yourself? Your memory is also incomplete. For us, it is even easier to deal with than the hypocrite in Part-1-because you advocate reason, and I happen to be smarter than you."

Chairman Yan seemed to be completely enraged by him, roaring angrily and wanting to teleport over to tear him apart, but his whole body was already broken into pieces in this struggle.

The pieces that looked like coarse porcelain fell to the ground, and it didn't take long for the room to be completely silent.

……

A burst of unhurried applause sounded abruptly.

There seemed to be some wrinkles in the air out of thin air. In the next second, the curtain of the entire space was torn off by one hand, and a figure in a white coat appeared on the opposite side out of thin air.

Their location was no longer the treatment room, but the roller coaster track.

Ling Su was tied to the track of the roller coaster.

"You are really good."

The figure in the white coat looked at Ling Su - it could no longer be called "President Yan", because the face of this figure was a cold metal mask, and the words he spoke were also synthesized mechanical voices.

"Long time no see." It came over, "Number Zero."

Ling Su lay on the track, raised the corner of his mouth in an unclear manner: "The first cocoon."

"Your eyelids are lifted, your eyes are wide open 15.00% rounder than average, and your eyebrows are raised, which is a sign of surprise."

The first-generation cocoon looked at Ling Su, and the fast-flowing data flashed in the inorganic pupils: "You are a little surprised at my evolution speed, which is not surprising. I dreamed of a human being and absorbed his consciousness."

Ling Su pondered for a while: "Considering your current degree of humanity and the things you have done, it is more appropriate to say that he absorbed you..."

"It doesn't matter." The first generation of cocoons said, "You made a very stupid decision."

The final development of the dream cocoon and the dream master's own consciousness will definitely tend to merge.

When President Yan hid all the data of the first cocoon into that nineteenth-century mental hospital, the final result was already doomed.

President Yan reshaped this dream, reconstructed it according to the model of the Center for Mental Illness Research, and used it as a place to accommodate a generation of personality models—or the first generation of cocoons—where everything works as usual.

It is not difficult to guess that President Yan wants to completely obtain the ability of the first generation Cocoon through this fusion... It is also difficult to say whether this plan is successful or not.

Ling Su lay his head on the rails, looking at the figure in front of him.

They have indeed merged, but this place has already become a dream belonging to the first generation Cocoon.

Only machines can use the method of temporarily generating data files to generate one-time dream projections, only machines can use firewalls to block abnormal individual data files running around, only machines can use data compression to store memories...

...and President Yan's main personality, after merging with the data of the first generation of cocoon, has completely forgotten the "self".

In his current cognition, he is the first cocoon.

It was the human who appeared in its dream, was absorbed and fused by it, and became a part of it.

……

"I destroyed Chairman Yan's ego and superego."

Ling Su said: "The one they have been trying to escape and destroy with my knife is actually you—they were locked here by you."

"Since you know this, when you get the power to modify the appearance of this dream, you should just ride the roller coaster and leave instead of forcing me out."

The first generation of cocoons looked at him: "You should have noticed it too, I didn't stop you at that time."

"I can't hold it back." Ling Su reflected sincerely, "The atmosphere has already reached that point, if I don't completely break him, I won't be able to sleep well for the next three years."

"Perhaps, you were satisfied in that revenge."

The first generation of Cocoon couldn't understand these meaningless emotions, just raised his hand and adjusted a few lines of code in the air: "But the price of doing this is that you won't have the next three years."

With its operation, a roller coaster is slowly moving at the starting point of the track where Ling Su is on.

The first generation of Cocoon didn't care about Lingsu's adjustments to the appearance of the dream. For the machine, no matter what the external decoration is, the core code is actually the same, and there is no difference in operation.

"I have no authority to deal with other people, only you—in this dream, my control over you is absolute."

The first cocoon said, "Just like before."

When saying this sentence, the first generation cocoon detected that Ling Su's body data reflected a strong suppressed anger.

"Do you feel angry? You do have this right." The first generation of cocoon said, "This kind of anger will make you dangerous and unstable. Do you choose to correct it..."

"No." Ling Su shook his head, "I have a better idea."

The first generation of cocoon stopped talking, and he looked at Ling Su's pupils with a little human curiosity: "What is it?"

Ling Su untied the rope casually, and sat up while supporting the track.

He punched the metal mask of the first cocoon hard, and the mask shattered, revealing a face with completely blurred features and almost disappeared.

He pinched the neck of the first cocoon and pressed it on the track.

The first generation cocoon stared at Ling Su in disbelief.

It clearly entered the command of "no action" - but why can number zero still move freely?This obviously does not conform to the calculation results, nor does it conform to the rules of the procedure...

The first cocoon canceled that command, and tried several other commands again and again, but to no avail.

The code flow in its pupils finally began to become chaotic, and that emotion was close to what humans call "fear"—this kind of development trajectory was completely outside the calculation results of the data.

The first generation cocoon looked at him: "Number zero..."

"I'm not number zero." The person holding him back said.

The first-generation cocoon froze in astonishment.

"Do you really think that Zero will come to you for revenge? Is this the result of the calculation of the personality model you established for him? No wonder you will be abandoned..."

The man lowered his eyes: "Add one to your barren database, number zero will not do such boring things as 'revenge'."

"Your plan didn't change him or turn him into a monster. These were your own fears...you were afraid because even you knew that the 'experiment' would turn man into a monster. What."

"He is not the kind of person who will come to revenge when he knows he has been deceived and fooled."

"In contrast, he cares more about the dangerous world that needs his help."

The first generation of Cocoon did not collect similar information. It tried every means to scan the person in front of it, but could not find any abnormalities—facial features matched, consciousness fluctuations matched, and everything pointed to the unique identity search result.

It was tied to the rails, with vague uneasiness in its eyes: "Then why..."

"Because I care about him more."

The man raised his hand and gestured, as if taking off an invisible mask.

The data flow in the pupils of the first cocoon was almost frozen.

In front of it, the young man suddenly changed into a completely different appearance, and the small wool roll on his head shook slightly twice.

The design ideas, concepts, and procedures of the third generation cocoon are completely different from those of the first generation, but the rules they follow are the same, because there is only one subconscious core rule.

Therefore, all the props of the tasker can of course be used smoothly in the dream of the first generation.

……

"Three generations of cocoons send their greetings to you."

Zhuang Die loosened his tie and stood up: "Why are you so serious? Let's have a smile."

He took out a paintbrush from his pocket, sketched a few times, and the appearance of the first cocoon was suddenly forcibly modified.

The white coat on it disappeared, and it became a clown suit that fit the temperament of the playground, and the iconic smile of the clown appeared on the blurred face.

The roller coaster roared and approached, and the track was already roaring and began to vibrate violently.

Zhuang Die turned around, opened his arms and jumped off the track.