don't open your eyes [unlimited]

When Ling Su opened his eyes, he was lying on the hospital bed.

This appears to be a purpose-built ward.

The walls are made of special sound-proof materials, so there is no pungent smell of disinfectant or ticking of instruments.The curtains were tightly closed, and the light shone into the hanging bottle lifted by the infusion stand, casting a half-empty, half-solid shadow on the head of the bed.

Song Huaimin dozed off while sitting by the hospital bed, and opened his eyes reflexively when he heard the movement, just in time to meet Ling Su's gaze.

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows.

He looked around the ward calmly, hid one hand under the quilt, and looked thoughtfully at Song Huaimin beside the bed.

Song Huaimin was stunned for several seconds before recovering: "How are you doing?!"

After receiving a call from the general manager of "Cocoon", knowing the danger of this dream, Song Huaimin almost had some real-life physical conflicts with President Ouyang, who was also suffering from the blame.

After that, Ling Su's series of physical reactions almost frightened Vice Captain Song so much that his blood pressure soared, and he didn't dare to leave for the next few days.

"The two of you have been sleeping for almost a week—don't worry, your body is fine. This is the nutrient solution mainly composed of glucose. We are in the exclusive hospital of the 'cocoon' headquarters. This iteration made it... The speed of research and development is also very fast. It's too fast! I was shocked when I first arrived, can you believe it? The whole ward is a large sleeping cabin..."

Song Huaimin realized that he had accidentally pulled away from the topic, so he stopped talking, and quickly stepped back: "Xiaozhuang is next to you, and he hasn't woken up yet... His condition is much more stable than yours."

Leaning on the pillow behind him, Ling Su listened to the over-excited vice-captain reporting the situation without any logic or order, but lifted the corner of his mouth as if relieved.

He blinked his eyes, his tensed shoulders relaxed without any trace, and he collected himself, reaching out to pull out the infusion needle on the back of his hand.

"Hey!" Song Huaimin was taken aback, "What are you doing? There's still half a bottle left, I'll call the nurse—"

"No, I'm familiar with this."

Ling Su groped around the bedside, and sure enough, he found new cotton balls and medical tape.

He sat up, pulled out the needle cleanly with one hand, and nodded modestly to the vice-captain: "Old Song, you may not believe it, but this kind of ward that can also function as a sleeping cabin is my inspiration..."

"..." Song Huaimin didn't know whether to kick him with his raised leg: "Why didn't you just say that you participated in the design and development of 'Cocoon'?"

"It's too exaggerated to say that, and no one will believe it." Ling Su is very experienced, "Old Song, your position is a bit in the way, move it again."

This is a double ward, and he has already seen the little curly hair buried in the pillow, sleeping soundly.

Ling Su raised his hand and gestured, calculated the shortest straight-line distance between the two hospital beds, raised his eyes apologetically and looked at the deputy captain who was still blocking the way.

Song Huaimin: "..."

Even if Schwarzenegger lay motionless for a week and almost needed emergency treatment several times in the middle, he would not be able to control his body immediately after waking up.

Song Huaimin guessed that Ling Suzhun was going to see Zhuang Die, and originally wanted to give him a hand to help him, but now he gave up the idea and stepped back with his arms folded.

Ling Su propped himself up and sat up, closed his eyes and brewed for a while, then supported the bedside table, exhaled and stood up calmly.

...Deputy Captain Song watched as Ling Dui nimbly fell under the bed.

Song Huaimin was taken aback, and rushed over to help him with regret: "Did you fall?!"

"Xiao Zhuang hasn't woken up yet, why are you so handsome? Could it be a little less worrying!"

Song Huaimin frantically took the man out from under the bed, and couldn't help but scold him, he dragged a pillow from the bed to cushion him, and asked Ling Su to sit on the ground for a while.

"You guys have been lying down for a week—do you know what level a week is? You can't wake up when the special forces come, and then run around everywhere!"

He wanted to help Ling Su up, but found that the other party's arm was trembling very slightly, his heart tightened for a moment, and his voice suddenly softened: "What's wrong, uncomfortable?"

The person in charge said that it was because of that damn President Yan that Ling Su often suffered from headaches and dizziness, which could only be relieved by medicine.

But the two had worked together for so long, but Song Huaimin never noticed it once.

Song Huaimin didn't dare to touch Ling Su, and reached out to ring the bell to call for a doctor, but Ling Su firmly pressed his raised arm, "It's okay...Old Song."

"Don't make trouble, your body is important." Song Huaimin frowned, "You guys are too dangerous this time."

In fact, shortly after the two fell asleep, Chairman Yan did not have any detectable fluctuations in consciousness.

In this situation, although it is barely "alive", it is just that the most basic vital signs are maintained with the support of those instruments.

"As a result of the monitoring from the association, he put all his eggs in one basket and took the initiative to integrate all his consciousness into that 'dream cocoon', so that he can completely gain control over the dream world."

Song Huaimin: "Being self-inflicted, he can't live... When Meng Cocoon was destroyed by you, his consciousness also completely disappeared."

Song Huaimin still feels terrified when he thinks about it now. He shook Ling Su's arm and said in a low voice, "Both of you get back to your health first."

"Wait until you recover... I'll help you sneak into your teacher's ward while the moon is dark and the wind is high."

Song Huaimin was determined, and crossed his bottom line once with difficulty: "Don't pull out his oxygen tube - as long as you strictly ensure that all actions are within the scope of the law, you can relieve your anger as you like, scolding him for three hours at a stretch... "

"No need." Ling Su twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "Someone vented their anger for me."

Song Huaimin was stunned for a moment: "Who?"

After he asked this sentence, he suddenly regretted it——Ling Su sat on the ground, staring at him brightly, with an expression all over his face, "Quickly ask who that person is."

"I see... Zhuang Die."

Song Huaimin felt a pain in his head, and quickly interrupted: "I'll talk about it later when I have time. Save your energy and wait for me to help you—"

"Yes." Ling Su smiled a little embarrassedly, "Old Song, I didn't want to say..."

Song Huaimin's head grew dizzy: "Then don't say it!"

"There's plenty of time now... Lao Song, you don't know how cool Xiao Zhuang was back then."

Ling Su commented very objectively and rationally: "Supernatural performance."

When helping Little Curly hide a trap in his memory, Ling Su conveniently put part of his own consciousness in that dream within a dream.

While they were looking for the back door in the data layer and modifying the basic code of the first generation cocoon, Ling Su could actually sense what happened in that room—everything President Yan had done to him was mercilessly punished by Little Curly Hair. The same thing was returned intact.

While those figurative personifications were shattered, Chairman Yan's spiritual world also completely collapsed, so in the end the artificial intelligence of the first generation Cocoon gained the upper hand.

When the cocoon of the first generation obtained President Yan's humanoid projection and appeared in this dream, it actually meant that President Yan's spirit had completely collapsed.

President Yan was also judged as "redundant data" by the first cocoon, and was also thrown into the system's garbage dump. They saw the wandering soul that had collapsed in the data layer.

This dream came from a mental hospital in the nineteenth century, and the garbage dump was logically placed in the nineteenth century.When they escaped from the dream cocoon, Chairman Yan's consciousness was finally destroyed along with that "dream cocoon".

——And before the destruction, the afterimage of the collapse that lost its sanctimonious self-deception and destroyed its proud reason and planning was thrown into countless damaged and unrecognizable data fragments by the first generation cocoon, in the absolute darkness floated for hundreds of years.

At the moment when the two time streams finally converge, it may be hard to say...whether it is despair or relief.

"It's very cool." Ling Su explained it in detail, and sighed softly, "I feel very safe..."

Vice-captain Song, who has been dazed by logic: "..."

"Didn't you understand? It's okay."

Ling Su patiently held the vice-captain's arm: "I can change the perspective—"

"By the way, the person in charge told me to contact him as soon as you wake up." Song Huaimin shivered and quickly regained consciousness, "I'll go and call him."

At the same time, Deputy Captain Song jumped up vigorously, took a dozen steps back, and escaped from the ward without looking back.

……

Ling Su coughed twice, lying on the bedside and grinning sullenly for a long time.

He leaned on the bed to rest for a while, gathered enough strength, stood up staggeringly on the ground, and tried to move his legs and walked a few steps.

According to the information given by Lao Song, they had been in the dream for a week—this time was longer than their physical sensations, but it was still within the range that the professional medical system of "Cocoon" could properly handle.

The flow of time in many dreams is slower than in reality, and there are often taskers who are trapped in dreams for a long time, and the corresponding medical solutions are already mature.As long as you recover a little for two days after waking up, your body functions can quickly return to normal.

Combined with the actual experience after waking up, Ling Su felt that he had to give the engineers at the headquarters of "Cocoon" a good review.

Not to mention anything else, the automatic cleaning system in the ward is very good. The cleaning foam and spray will wash the clothes of the taskers together, and the stable drying system can also keep them clean and fresh at any time.The first thing the taskers do after they come out of their dreams is to plunge into the bathroom and take a shower.

Even after being in a coma for a week, Ling Su could still feel that the toothpaste foam he was assigned should be the strong and refreshing mint type... After all, when he was talking now, his mouth was still blowing a cool breeze.

However, reality is reality after all, and some physical reactions are still unavoidable... such as the moment when I just stood up.Some soreness, fatigue, dizziness, and calf cramps are still indispensable.

Ling Su rarely performs tasks of this length.

He usually wouldn't be trapped in a dream for such a long time. Once he was unconscious and unconscious, he would lie down for at least ten days and a half months.

The former only needs to stretch hard, and he can be full of vigor and vitality again.After the latter wakes up, let alone get out of bed and walk, if you want to move your fingers, you will easily move your toes accidentally.

This feeling of muscles and joints not quite recovering, a little sore and a little stiff made him a little novel, and his eyes were a little sore from disappointment.

...Finally back to reality, feeling the feeling of being alive.

If Vice Captain Song sees it, he must record it and laugh at him for three full years.

Ling Su quickly blinked a few more times, so that the annoying water vapor would disperse as soon as possible, and no longer block the sight.

He finally walked a few short steps, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down beside Zhuang Die's bed.

Zhuang Die was trapped in the soft quilt and pillow, and the quilt was pulled upwards to cover the tip of his nose.

His bath foam should smell like cotton candy, and the small wool curls on his head are flying around freely, sleeping comfortably, and his breath is so long and steady that it makes people feel at ease when they listen to it.

Ling Su groped into the quilt, found his hand and held it.

"Little Curly." Ling Su gently circled his palm with his index finger, "Get up."

Zhuang Die buried his face in the pillow, and moved slowly under the quilt again.

Their dream was indeed not easy, even if they had been lying down for a week, only this moment was the truly relaxing and comfortable sleep.

Ling Su was still not sure how much his insomnia had improved, so he didn't want to disturb him, so he tried to get up lightly, but found that the strength in his hands seemed to be tight.

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and sat back unhurriedly, tapped the edge of the bed for a while, stretched out his other hand and opened a small opening in the quilt roll.

Teacher Xiao Zhuang's red ears were exposed to the air.

Ling Su could hardly hold back the smile from his chest all the way to his mouth, he coughed lightly, and repeated it solemnly: "It's very cool."

Ling Su sat by the bed, carefully sorted out the commentary that explained the process to the deputy captain, and quickly picked out the key points.

"Calm and calm, not surprised."

"Take one step and look at three steps, plan a strategy, plan with confidence, plan first for the situation, and then plan for the strategy..."

Ling Su felt that it was necessary for him to take the time to look through the idiom dictionary, and it was better to look through the selection of good words and sentences, and copy and recite all the praiseworthy words in it.

For a "teacher Xiao Zhuang who was praised as red and hot, and took the initiative to wrap himself in a Swiss roll and pretended not to wake up", he can boast for three hours without repeating the same.

"...the bravest, brightest, most determined, best mind in the world."

Ling Su kissed those messy little curly hairs: "Want artificial respiration?"

The sleeping teacher Xiao Zhuang quickly turned around, and calmly changed from lying on his side to lying on his back. By the way, he accidentally kicked the quilt twice, adjusting the height of the quilt that had almost hidden the whole person.

Ling Su couldn't help chuckling, lowered his head, and pressed Zhuang Die's forehead.

He suddenly didn't want to be obsessed with being cool anymore - he felt that he was very qualified to indulge once at this moment.

Indulge once, and let out all the emotions that can't be expressed clearly and are full of the whole chest.

He knew the dream world better than anyone.

He subconsciously walked alone for a long time, he was very familiar with those roads, and he was also very familiar with that starry sky... There was nothing new, and the reality was just another overly vast dreamland.

He once couldn't understand the meaning of escaping from the dream.

He has no place to go, no home to go back to, and this is the real reason why the scalpel is still not sharp enough.

But holding Zhuang Die tightly, when he looked out from the gap in the dream cocoon, he suddenly noticed the magnificence of the dream galaxy.

The background color of the subconscious world is not dead black, but a vast and quiet deep blue... If colors also have emotions, no one can deny that this rich cobalt blue will remind people of extreme reason and calmness, but At the same time, it is like a deep dream of the purest and gentlest.

This feeling is very strange, because I met a person, so the dream became vivid and soft.

Even the fact of being alive is so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

All memories seem to be endowed with an unprecedented touch, as if just owning them makes people yearn for a solid, stable future that will never be changed by anything.

……

These ideas may be too long-winded.

When people want to express this kind of affection, there is usually a more direct and passionate way.

Ling Su pressed the remote control of the automatic curtain with one hand, and blocked the vice-captain Song and the chief person in charge who were looking in through the window.

He embraced the little curly who was waiting on the bed, lowered his head with the uncontrollable tears, and seriously gave a cold mint-flavored kiss.