don't open your eyes [unlimited]

When Song Huaimin rushed to the scene, he saw this scene.

Knowing that there is an out-of-control gunman who is on the verge of collapse because of the stimulation in the dream, the special incident team originally came to support.

But Song Huaimin never imagined that... he could see those two people here.

Seeing Ling Su being held hostage by someone with a gun, and the black, cold muzzle of the gun was still pressed against his temple, Vice Captain Song's brain ached like an electric drill was stuck in it: "What's going on!"

Ling Su was also quite wronged, and humbly reflected on whether he stood up or not: "I was careless..."

"Don't talk!" Song Huaimin gritted his teeth and gave him a sideways glance, some cold sweat dripped from the palm holding the gun—is this person conscious of being held hostage? !

"The instructor and Mr. Zhuang had just finished watching the movie when that man suddenly pulled out his gun."

The leader of the action team lowered his voice and explained guiltily in a low voice: "It was chaotic at the time, and the specific situation was not very clear..."

He just wanted to leave some space for those two people to be alone, so he wandered around casually, who knew that something went wrong in just a few minutes.

The police were still urgently discussing the rescue plan, but they didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang even got a gun from nowhere, and directly frightened the assailant with the gun.

"They—they are also a little worried about Mr. Zhuang's state now."

The person in charge of the action team clenched his fists, he was almost filled with self-blame: "So I don't dare to act rashly..."

Before Song Huaimin arrived at the scene, the person in charge of the operation team had tried his best to explain the situation...but it was really difficult to convince others.

After all, in the eyes of any normal person, compared to a madman who has lost control, an unidentified young man who can take out a gun and calmly aim at the eyebrows of others anytime, anywhere, and whose aura is as cold as a professional killer is indeed more spine-chilling. Chill.

Especially Zhuang Die seems to be really ready to pull the trigger at any time - even the person in charge of the action team has to admit that if the other party really dares to do something to Ling Su, Zhuang Die will be more aggressive than Ling Su when he moves his fingers. He started first.

"Worried about Zhuang Die's state?!"

Song Huaimin turned around abruptly, his voice was very low, but his tone was clearly sinking: "Both of them are normal people—the kind of people who are particularly good among normal people!"

The police team leader is Song Huaimin's old subordinate, who was taken aback by the long-lost growl: "But..."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Song Huaimin interrupted in a deep voice, "The perpetrator couldn't see it, and you can't see the shelf behind him?"

Reminded by him, everyone looked over in amazement, only to find that behind the counter selling popcorn and drinks, there was indeed an inconspicuous shelf for displaying movie peripherals.

Looking at it from the perspective of the gunman, in the blind spot blocked by Zhuang Die, there is a box missing in the row of high-fidelity model guns.

The team leader widened his eyes in surprise: "He is holding a model gun?!"

The police cannot be blamed for this reaction—after all, the distance is too far away.They couldn't rashly alarm the gunman whose spirit was on the verge of collapse. The fidelity of the model gun was too high, and it was impossible to find any difference from here with the naked eye.

More importantly... that young man with curly hair doesn't have the posture to hold a model.

The police emergency response team has been dealing with emergencies in high-risk environments for a long time, and has developed a set of instincts without thinking about what kind of people are bluffing and what kind of people are real threats.With just one click, you can immediately determine which side is more dangerous.

Don't look at the gunman holding the hostage, looking fierce with his eyes wide open, but he was already too frightened to move.

It was that young man, when he just raised his gun... Several police officers reflexively defended themselves with their guns. They even really considered for a few seconds whether to find a way to rescue the hostage-taker first.

After thoroughly figuring out the situation, Song Huaimin didn't waste any more time, and threw the gun to the team leader: "Give me the deputy handcuffs."

The team leader was still a little worried, and frowned: "Captain Song..."

"Both of them are my colleagues and my trusted friends. Neither of them is dangerous."

Song Huaimin put on the handcuffs, and emphasized again: "It's not dangerous at all."

After speaking, he greeted Ling Su and walked straight over.

……

The subsequent rescue operation went very smoothly.

Under the watchful eyes of the police emergency response team, Song Huaimin easily dropped the hostage-taker's gun, dismantled the magazine and threw it far away.

The hysterical and crazy hostage-taker seemed to be a completely different person, neither speaking nor moving, but just froze in place, his vision was so dazed that there was no focus.

"Okay, it's alright."

Song Huaimin pulled Ling Su out of the man's stiff arms, and handcuffed the hostage-taker to the shelf: "Can you cause me trouble wherever you go?"

"not on purpose……"

While introspecting, Ling Su took two steps forward with unsteady focus, and stuck his head on Little Curly's shoulder, and was hugged tightly by Zhuang Die.

Ling Su rubbed Zhuang Die's hair twice, looked down into his eyes: "Are you scared?"

Zhuang Die pursed his lips pale, looked at him seriously, and shook his head.

"Blame me... for not thinking carefully."

Ling Su took the initiative to reflect. He leaned against the counter, took the model gun from Zhuang Die, and handed it to Song Huaimin: "Old Song, I made you worry."

Song Huaimin couldn't get used to him talking so well, so he gave Ling Su an angry look: "Don't come here... What's going on, the tail of the last dream was not wiped clean?"

When he asked the second half of the sentence, he lowered his voice, his tone slowed down, and his brows furrowed.

"That's right." Ling Su nodded, "But it's not a big problem."

He held the hand that Little Curly was about to grope for himself: "The grasshopper after autumn... this is the last jump."

Chairman Yan's consciousness has of course completely dissipated, there is no doubt about this - but the first-generation cocoon, the artificial intelligence that was taught to be crooked, still faithfully performed its duties and calculated the last trajectory extending into reality.

All the time points are designed, the date when they enter the dream, the time interval between returning from the dream to reality... The exit of the dream cocoon in time is fixed from the beginning, so there will be body sensation and real time serious discrepancies.

To put it simply, when they entered the dream cocoon, there were only two possibilities left.

The first is being trapped in a dream cocoon forever.

The second is to destroy the dream cocoon - if someone can destroy this cocoon, everyone will wake up completely in reality today.

Song Huaimin frowned: "Why today?"

"Because today is the last day that this movie will be released... People who are still alive will definitely not be able to resist watching this movie."

Ling Su smiled: "Old Song, give them a few words for me."

He was too quiet and normal, but Song Huaimin was a little worried: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you—"

"The first sentence, there is no doubt that this is reality."

Ling Su lowered his gaze, and he was almost leaning on Zhuang Die: "Second sentence, I also watched this movie three years ago."

The person in charge of the action team hurried over, just hearing this sentence, he raised his head and stared at Ling Su in astonishment.

... They have been quietly investigating Ling Su's timeline.

It's not that they have any doubts about Ling Su, but they just want to find out anyway - they have always wanted to know what's going on.

In the real world, the mutation of the dream happened more than three months ago, and the recruitment of pioneers also started at that time.

Although this group of pioneers, including the general manager, has been in the "cocoon" for three to five years, seven or eight years, or even more than ten years...but if you don't consider the time inside the "cocoon" Flow, if only calculated according to real time, all of this is just what happened more than three months ago.

If various measures had not been taken in advance to prevent it, this disparity in time difference would have been enough to cause a severe separation between the virtual world and reality.

And the problem also arises here... If Ling Su is also pulled into the timeline, there will be a subtle paradox that is interesting.

——If calculated according to this time, Ling Su should be the captain of the special incident handling team while serving as their instructor.

Of course, this also makes sense-the internals of the taskers are originally interoperable.They just met in the Dream Realm, and it's perfectly fine for Ling Su to work part-time at the same time, but...

The person in charge of the action team looked at Ling Su.

...But according to the conversation between the general manager and Deputy Captain Song, when Ling Su first went to the special incident handling team, he didn't act so...unlike.

Although he was also a cold, reliable and quiet psychological elite, in Song Huaimin's impression, Ling Su's personality at that time was generally within the normal range, even a little more likable than Dr. Yan's temper.

As for not long after, this cold, reliable and quiet psychology elite showed his true colors and became a lazy, reliable and long-winded fishing captain... These are the afterwords that only belong to the special incident handling team.

"Instructor."

The person in charge of the action team was silent for a long time before finally whispering: "The one who served as our instructor...was you three years ago."

It's not the time flow inside the "cocoon", but Lingsu three years ago in the real world.

In a dream, Ling Su served as an instructor for a group of people who would become pioneers in three years.

……

Ling Su twitched the corner of his mouth lightly and nodded.

He saw Zhuang Die gesturing continuously to the police to urge the ambulance, and the little curly hair was tightly clutching his hand, which was cold and trembling, not as warm as in the movie theater at all.

Song Huaimin suddenly saw blood dripping down the counter.

His heart sank suddenly, and he pulled Ling Su to check his back.

He saw a bullet hole under Ling Su's left shoulder. The self-made bullet did not pass through Ling Su's shoulder, blocking most of the blood, making the wound particularly inconspicuous.

"Are you crazy?!" Song Huaimin yelled at him sharply, "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you were injured!"

"A self-made soil gun, it's not a fatal injury..."

Ling Su leaned on Zhuang Die's shoulder, and sighed a little depressingly—how did he know that none of these people had eyesight, and no one would help him take the little curly hair away?

In that dream, Zhuang Die had been frightened by him more than once.

Ling Su didn't want this situation to be kept in Zhuang Die's memory frequently... If it wasn't for accidentally being shot by a stray bullet, he could subdue the gunman with one hand, and he wouldn't be held hostage by the opponent at all, and it was impossible Let things go to this point.

Song Huaimin was reprimanded weakly by him, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes while worrying: "So you still blame me?!"

Ling Su was hurriedly put on a stretcher by the medical staff, who looked at him confidently.

His face was already pale at the moment, and Song Huaimin actually felt a little guilty when he stared at him like this: Blame me, blame me, you lie down quickly...Stop talking, I'll take care of Zhuang Die for you. "

"Old Song." Ling Su's expression was even more unbelievable, "You didn't cooperate with me to take Xiaozhuang away just now, but when I fell weakly and needed Xiaozhuang's company most, you were going to do it instead..."

Song Huaimin was almost annoyed by him. If he hadn't seen this man lying on the stretcher, he would almost have kicked him twice: "It's alright, alright, let him follow you!"

By this time, Song Huaimin finally came to his senses.

Ling Su's injury was indeed nothing serious. He tried to cover it up before, but now he is making jokes, just to let Zhuang Die relax a bit and not to leave any psychological shadow because of this incident.

To be honest, looking at Zhuang Die's concealed posture with the gun... Song Huaimin felt that Ling Su probably worried too much.

Although he firmly stated to his old subordinates that Ling Su and Zhuang Die had no problems at all, they were both very good and normal people, but Song Huaimin actually knew it in his heart-this was just from the indicators of character, behavior, and moral standards. of.

As for the hard personal ability and experience to consider...

Song Huaimin couldn't figure out at all what Zhuang Die's origin was, and which kindergarten teacher's assistant needed such a strong level of reasoning and knowledge reserve.

Not to mention, there is still a cloud of fog now - Zhuang Die's shooting posture is very standard, and that kind of momentum is definitely not what a novice would have... But Song Huaimin clearly remembered that he didn't know how to use a gun at all before, so he couldn't As for seeing Ling Su in distress, he suddenly became enlightened automatically, right?

The more Song Huaimin thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he pressed his temple and sighed.

He didn't ask much, just patted Zhuang Die on the shoulder: "Okay, follow your captain."

The hands of these two people never let go. Song Huaimin felt that his words were superfluous, and simply out of sight and out of mind, he walked over to prepare to deal with the weird gunman with the police emergency team.

That person seemed to have completely lost the last bit of reason—no matter what the people around him said, he seemed to have not heard at all, trembling with fear for a while, and showing a particularly peaceful smile for a while, muttering in his mouth that others completely listened. If you don't understand.

Song Huaimin felt chills when he saw it, and signed the contract to take him back for detailed investigation, but suddenly he heard the sound of the engine of a car approaching rapidly.

The car was equipped with bulletproof armor, the tires scraped the ground and braked on the side of the road, and a group of fully armed Cocoon field personnel rushed up the stairs.

...Relying on the intuition of the old criminal policeman for many years, Song Huaimin instinctively realized that these people were not after the deranged man he was examining.

Ling Su's reaction also proved this point.

At the same time as he heard the sound of the engine, Ling Su, who was concentrating on coaxing the little curly hair, lowered his eyes calmly, ignored the dissuasion of the medical staff beside him, apologized and sat up.

"Excuse me." The head of the field service walked up the stairs, "The automatic monitoring of 'Cocoon' has captured a strong abnormal consciousness fluctuation, we—"

He stopped talking suddenly, and stared at the group of people in front of him with some astonishment.

Once such a strong abnormal consciousness fluctuation occurs, the person concerned must be taken away immediately and kept under separate supervision.

Because it is an automatic monitoring program, as long as an abnormality is caught, it will be directly located.The person in charge of the field service never imagined that he could see so many acquaintances here.

"Nothing unusual," Ling Su said.

He politely declined the arm that was extended to support him, stood up and walked over: "The test is wrong, go back."

The person in charge of the field service was a little hesitant: "But the instructor..."

"Cocoon" can't be wrong. According to the position displayed by the instrument, he looked at Zhuang Die who was blocked by Ling Su.

The person in charge of the field service did not understand the situation, and glanced at the crying and laughing gunman on the ground, who was clearly insane: "This person..."

"This person has nothing to do with you."

Song Huaimin immediately said: "This is our team's responsibility, we will find out what happened to him."

"...Oh." The person in charge of the field office responded in a low voice, hesitated for a while, and still looked at his colleagues aside.

"I have nothing to do with you."

The person in charge of the action team did not hesitate to disassociate himself from the relationship: "I am on vacation today, and I am a free person."

The person in charge of the field service: "..."

"Don't look at us—we don't have much to do with the whole thing."

The police team leader couldn't figure out what was going on, but Song Huaimin was stepping on his feet, so he quickly clarified his position: "That gentleman is an enthusiastic crowd who is brave enough to do justice. We We are preparing to declare a pennant for him."

……

It was the first time that the person in charge of the field service encountered such a scene.

He looked around in a daze, and instinctively went to Ling Su: "Ling Dui, look at the detection of 'cocoon'..."

Before he finished speaking, the cursor suddenly flickered on the portable screen, and a bright red [ERROR] error warning popped up.

The last set of data was strangely deleted in front of him, and the screen went black in one go, and there was no more content to view.

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