don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Ling Su took out the lighter in his dream and lit a cigarette.

If the effect of a movie is limited, it will take him some time to truly dispel the hint to himself... Meeting the former experimental subject who suddenly collapsed is not much different from being forced to wake up in hypnosis.

The memories that had been rewritten quickly lost their disguise, revealing a hideous background.

From the operation to now, Ling Su has had more than ten dreams in a row.

The dream this time was that a dozen experimental subjects were thrown to a dangerous desert island, where they had to survive for more than a week.

He has always disliked this kind of multi-person experiment, because the others have already figured out the pattern, as long as they join forces and use the cruelest methods to get him to his last breath, the experiment will end immediately.

And Chairman Yan didn't seem to intend to stop and correct this behavior, and even deliberately showed special favor and preferential treatment to Ling Su in front of other experimental subjects, so as to deepen the hostility of others towards him.

In Chairman Yan’s opinion, this will not only allow him to experience the feeling of despair and fear as much as possible, and thus gradually become immune to this state, but also force him to be completely disappointed in the existence of “human” itself, and finally voluntarily give up on humanity… …

In a certain flash of thought that occasionally appeared, Ling Su almost felt that this method was almost successful.

He was pulled back from the near-death state again and again, and he did not know how many times his consciousness collapsed and reorganized, and he lost more and more memories and feelings.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to use his original name—Ling Su himself couldn't remember what he was called or what he had experienced before.This information was judged to be irrelevant by the first generation Cocoon, and it was not specially retained when treating his damaged consciousness.

Ling Su took a deep breath, letting the acrid smoke fill his chest cavity.

The dream generated by this kind of retrieved memory will be somewhat special in terms of perspective and category.

He is experiencing the dream from the third perspective and the first perspective at the same time, personally experiencing and observing everything that happened in the dream.Because they are all established facts that have already happened, as the person involved and the holder of the memory, he cannot intervene and forcibly change the direction of the situation.

However, the effects of those nerve anesthetics are also very good, and it is already at its limit to be able to wake up forcibly once.For at least the next few hours, he could only be trapped in these dreams.

... Fortunately, before falling into these endless chain dreams, Ling Su at least managed to make this place a fully enclosed dream domain in time.

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..."

Ling Su counted the cigarette butts, knocked out another cigarette, and slowly fiddled with it for a while.

This time, he didn't take out the lighter that was handed over from Lao Song, but raised his hand and snapped his fingers, causing a cluster of small flames to jump out.

Although he didn't want Zhuang Die to enter these dreams, Ling Su, as the dream master, still reserved for himself the preferential treatment of the little girl who sells matches in cos.

Looking at the cluster of warm little flames, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

The memories wrapped in the faint smoke are obviously completely different from the dream at this moment.

Ling Su didn't intend to establish any wrong connection between the two - he didn't want to automatically trigger the pictures related to those experiments when he saw the little curly hair, so he also strictly controlled the frequency of calling this part of memory , Reward yourself for a little while after every ten dreams you have.

What he remembered this time was the scene of Zhuang Die going to President Yan to settle accounts for him in that dream cocoon.

Although it is true that someone needs to restrain President Yan, the rest of the people can take the opportunity to go to the data layer to modify the core of the first generation cocoon, but Ling Su still can't let go.

He split a small part of his consciousness, made a completely invisible bullet, and sneaked into the clip of the gun that Z1 brought over.

In this way, once Zhuang Die is in danger, as long as he pulls the trigger, he will know how to turn a corner and hit Chairman Yan on the forehead, pulling the other party to a miniature death together.

...It's just that this little trick seems to have failed to hide from Detective Xiaozhuang's eyes at all.

While talking with President Yan, Zhuang Die had been fiddling with those bullets.

Zhuang Die touched them with his fingertips little by little, carefully distinguishing the difference in temperature and touch, and accurately picked out the bullet he mixed into, and put it in his breast pocket.

He's been sitting comfortably in Curly's pocket ever since.

It was a kind of warmth and stability that could almost soak the consciousness.He could almost hear Zhuang Die's heartbeat, like the transparent sunlight melting into the wind in a warm morning.

Just like the few minutes when he was sent for rescue as "Number Zero" three years ago, the warmth that covered the top of his hair and the hand tightly clenched to him... At that time, he didn't even know him. Zhuang Die.

That part of the memory was hidden as best as possible, and it was not scanned by the first generation Cocoon.

This is one of the most important motivations for Zero to survive those experiments.

He met himself three years later.

He found that as long as he woke up again and persisted for a while, after three years, he would encounter an absolutely irresistible reason to live.

He will take risks and heal together with this reason.He can fill his mind with things about the other person in a second.He has even started planning for his retirement life in 50 years or even longer. At that time, he would like to do nothing and lie lazily on the bed with each other in his arms all day long.

……

Ling Su allowed himself to immerse himself in this memory for a few more minutes.

This is a very good way of self-discipline-compared to working hard blindly, or anxiously procrastinating and fishing, and desperately working overtime before the deadline, choose to properly Giving yourself a little reward can considerably improve the willingness and efficiency of action.

If Ling Su recalled all the newly unsealed memories in one go, he would definitely be physically and mentally exhausted, and he would have to sleep with the little curly hair for a week before he could recover... The possibility of giving up halfway because he was too tired cannot be ruled out .

It's not that he is addicted to self-abuse, he must experience all the recovered memories.

This was originally the earliest training process. For the first group of pioneers who were not assisted by the "cocoon", any dream domain that was not sorted out and archived would not fade away with time.

In other words, as long as you don't sort out these dream fields, you will fall into endless flashbacks, involuntary emergence and re-experience.

This mechanism was originally designed to allow the pioneers to bring back as many dreams in the wasteland as possible, but due to the increasing number of people with PTSD (traumatic stress disorder) in the later period, the new batch of taskers This part of the training content has been deleted, and it has been revised to the automatic video upload function.

Of course, there are pros and cons to both.

The taskers with the old codenames D2 and Z1 have all submitted proposals or applications with strong words or sincere attitudes, hoping to appropriately limit or cancel the automatic video upload function, but they have not been approved... This is the question Foreign words.

In any case, assisting the tasker to deal with potentially traumatic information in his consciousness has become an assistance that "Cocoon" must give.

However, he also does not intend to let the current three generations of cocoon touch these memories of Ling Su.

"You can't tell children that there are no Ultraman and Autobots."

Ling Su squatted on the ground, opened his notebook, and reviewed Teacher Xiaozhuang's professional principles: "Don't show children pictures with serious violence, blood and horror..."

Once again, he was sieved by the bullet in his dream, wiped the blood from his lips, and quickly operated the backstage to take screenshots of a few less violent and bloody and hideous faces.

This is why it is more necessary to retrieve these memories - Ling Su needs to use these memories to make a list of experimental subjects.

President Yan obviously will not keep this kind of crime, and the data and information of the failed experimental subjects will not be kept in Dream Cocoon.

Although the general manager and Lao Song didn't think about asking him, it was probably because the two of them were so disturbed by the gunshot wound that they didn't even think about such an important link.

All experimental subjects are victims, there is no doubt about it.

They had a life of their own, and whatever that life was, it was all their own...but this experiment ruined everything.

Even if that memory is hidden in the subconscious, the strong trauma has already laid a clear imprint.

Due to Yan Xun's accidental intervention, these traumas were alleviated to a certain extent, and the effect of the movie did not meet the expectations of the first generation of Cocoon.But those who left during the movie screening, or the experimental subjects who watched the movie a few days ago, are not necessarily safe.

They may be plagued by nightmares for several days, and they may unconsciously trigger the personality buried in the subconscious, thinking that they are still in the tragic battle royale... These people may not only hurt themselves, but may also fall into extreme fear. The madness has become a time bomb hidden in the crowd.

The sea of ​​people is vast, and the only clue to find these people is Lingsu's own memory.

……

Ling Su calculated the total number of people again.

He saved the last screenshot of the new face, attached the information he could still recall, and sent it to the headquarters of "Cocoon" and the special incident handling team through the backstage.

Finally finished a task, Ling Su heaved a sigh of relief and stretched his waist vigorously.

Two red dots popping up in the background quickly, indicating unread messages.

Unexpectedly, the reply came so quickly. Ling Su clicked on the inbox and found that the general manager and vice-captain Song both responded to the message immediately.

[Chief in charge:? ? ? 】

[Chief in charge:? ? ? ? ? ? 】

Ling Su has always been honest with this kind of students who only ask questions, and quickly replied while biting a cigarette: [500+100x ()]

Outside the ward, the worried general manager: "..."

He looked at the backstage on the phone with complicated emotions, and then looked up at the intensive care unit with the door closed.

Obviously... the seriously injured and unconscious instructor was working overtime in his dream.

Not only are they working overtime, the instructors have also sorted out a complete "list" of experimental subjects that they are planning to spend a lot of effort on investigating and searching—although they don't have everyone's name, but in this era that has developed into a holographic network, With looks and relevant details, it's not too difficult to find a person.

As for the formula, it is actually very simple and easy to understand, that is, from now on, on the basis of [-] circles, if one person is missed, add another [-] circles...

Under the somewhat surprised gazes of Yan Xun and the hypnotist, the person in charge suddenly stood up.

The person in charge didn't bother to explain further, so he asked the other two to help guard here for a while, and then notified the person in charge of the operation team to come for him, and hurriedly packed up his belongings.

"In such a hurry?" Yan Xun frowned, he didn't mind helping out here, but he was a little worried, "Is 'Cocoon' in any trouble?"

"Cocoon is not in trouble."

The person in charge shook his head. He grabbed his phone and looked at the second formula that had a time unit.

"I'm in trouble." The chief person in charge glanced at the door again, and the invisible oppression made him seem to be back on the training ground in an instant, "We need to find all the details of that experiment within fifteen hours. Victims, over an hour, ride a wheelbarrow and lay a hundred eggs on the tip of a needle."

"..." The hypnotist almost suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What?"

Yan Xun didn't pay attention to the second half of the sentence, he quickly realized what was happening, and quickly followed up: "Have you found the clue?"

He also tried to find out the specific identities of these experimental subjects, but President Yan completely deleted these materials, and no matter how hard he searched, he could barely find some vague fragments.

This was what they were discussing just now - Yan Xun and the hypnotist were trying to screen out the treated patients, but searching for a needle in a haystack like this not only had little effect, but was also easily disturbed by subjective factors.

Just looking through dozens of medical records, they already looked at everyone as suspicious, like crazy experimental subjects...

The person in charge didn't explain much, but just nodded.

"I'll go with you." Yan Xun exchanged glances with the hypnotist, saw the latter nod, and then turned to the person in charge, "Our institution has kept all the information of the visitors who have been to the doctor, and we can check with your clues .”

The person in charge's eyes brightened: "Thank you, it was a great help."

Yan Xun smiled wryly: "It's also to clean up the trouble I caused myself... Let's go, find it earlier, and there will be less danger."

The person in charge of the operation team was actually guarding downstairs. After receiving a call from the person in charge, he ran up quickly and took over the task of guarding the door together with the hypnotist.

Yan Xun and the general manager walked out of the hospital together. He couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice, "Where did the information come from? It wasn't in that dream, nor were all the offices and homes of Chairman Yan..."

"Dream." The chief person in charge twitched the corner of his mouth, "Instructor... Team Ling is working overtime, so I sent it just now."

Yan Xun's eyes widened in astonishment: "Hasn't Captain Ling just been injured and is in a coma?"

The person in charge didn't answer, but just shrugged slightly.

Yan Xun stopped at the stairs, still couldn't help but look back at the ward with the closed door, and rubbed his forehead vigorously.

In the end, he didn't say anything, he just quickened his pace, and chased the person in charge down the stairs.

……

In the ward.

Captain Ling, who was working overtime in the dream, was severely reprimanded by Vice Captain Song.

Although it was almost late at night, Song Huaimin hadn't rested yet this time.

——He also received Ling Su's message from the background of his mobile phone, and he almost jumped out of the police car in fright, and flew to the hospital to grab the guy's head off and put it back in clean water.

Under the strong anger, Vice Captain Song even directly hung up a deafening voice call to the dreaming Ling Su through the backstage of "Cocoon".

"Old Song."

Ling Su couldn't figure it out: "I'm fishing and you criticize me, so I'll admit it. Now I'm actively working..."

"You are now a patient lying in bed and unable to move! Who told you to work overtime at this time!?"

Song Huaimin's brain hurts: "You should rest now!"

He wasn't too surprised that Ling Su could turn on the backstage as long as he fell asleep—after all, he had already been caught by a lunatic like Chairman Yan for experimentation. Even if the doctor told him that Ling Su had a chip in his brain, Song Huaimin They all feel that everything is still infuriatingly reasonable.

But who can tell him, why this person who fishes whenever he has time and wishes to spend 24 hours a day 25 hours a day to be lazy, is now more diligent? !

"Do you still think that you didn't torment enough this time? Do you know that you almost lost your breath several times on the way to the hospital, how did you scare Zhuang Die?"

Although Song Huaimin didn't have time to rush there, he kept in touch with the chief person in charge and was very clear about the situation at the hospital: "Didn't I tell you? We are responsible for the outside affairs, and the task of the two of you is to rest now... "

Ling Su was silent for a while, then smiled helplessly: "Old Song."

"Stop it." Song Huaimin had enough training, calmed down and said, "Okay, don't take it to your heart... I'm also making use of it, we are all scared by you."

"I know." Ling Su said softly, "You have to work overtime again."

Song Huaimin downed the can of coffee beside him and wiped his face vigorously: "What are you talking about?"

"It was originally our responsibility." Song Huaimin said, "The chief person in charge sent me a message. They are checking with Dr. Yan and will sort out the list as soon as possible."

Ling Su agreed.

After Song Huaimin lost his temper, he heard that the other side was too quiet, but he was not used to it: "Are you okay?"

"Didn't you finish sorting out all the materials? If you have nothing to do, go to a deep sleep for a while, don't always have these messy dreams." Song Huaimin said in a deep voice, "Don't you know it hurts?"

"I know." Ling Su's voice was a little rough.

Song Huaimin was taken aback.

Ling Su coughed twice as if choked by the smoke, exhaled lightly, lowered his head and pulled out a few rusty knives stuck in his chest: "It hurts me to death."

Song Huaimin didn't speak immediately, but frowned a little bit.

... He remembered the interrogation of the gunman.

Song Huaimin hadn't bothered to go to the hospital, but had been dealing with the situation.

After taking the other party away, the Psychological Association sent several professional counselors and hypnotists to calm the man down a bit, at least regaining the ability to accept questions.

But it was the truth that was learned intermittently from that population that sent chills down everyone's spine, including him.

Song Huaimin didn't even know how to ask Ling Su - just that one person participated in the unscrupulous attacks on "Number Zero" no less than ten times, and such a person still has a whole file attached...

"It's not that I don't want to sleep, I'm just sleeping, and there are more than 50 dreams waiting..."

Ling Su said truthfully, "It really hurts."

Song Huaimin couldn't help frowning.

He could hardly bear the desire to scold Chairman Yan who had become a vegetative, took a few deep breaths before forcefully holding back the thought, and pressed his forehead hard: "Why don't you let 'Cocoon' assist in the treatment? You can open the backstage without using the sleep pod, right?"

"Although it's unlikely, it's better not to let the third generation cocoon come into contact with this again."

Ling Su mumbled in confusion: "It's my father's fault whether to raise him or not..."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." Ling Su had enough rest, and cheered up, "Since the necessary information has been sorted out, I can just speed up the dream flow."

Ling Su smiled: "Anyway, it's fortunate to have you helping to look after Xiaozhuang..."

"Can I help?" Song Huaimin said in surprise, "I'm not in the hospital."

He really wanted to go here as soon as it was over - but things are getting more and more complicated, and more and more people are being pulled out... And just like Ling Su worried, there were three more incidents an hour ago accident.

The nature of these incidents is not serious, nor did they cause any casualties or property losses, but pressing the gourd and scooping it up is also a headache.

The location of the incident was not fixed, and the time was unpredictable. The entire police station and the special incident handling team were working overtime. Song Huaimin hadn't had time to go to the hospital to visit his honorable and injured captain.

Ling Su was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up abruptly: "What about Xiaozhuang?"

"How do I know?" Song Huaimin was also a little worried, "Didn't the person in charge say that the doctor agreed to let Zhuang Die enter the intensive care unit to accompany you?"

When he was pushed out of the operating room, Ling Su's consciousness was already very chaotic, and all his attention was on Zhuang Die, and he couldn't hear what the people around him were saying clearly.

It wasn't until now that Ling Su suddenly realized that Zhuang Die was probably by his side all the time.

Not only was he by his side, watching him have more than twenty nightmares in one breath, but he was also blocked by him from entering the dream realm.

Ling Su: "..."

He quickly threw the backstage aside, and was about to ignore any traumatic flashbacks like PTSD and force him to wake up first, but suddenly he froze in place when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

……

The original purgatory on earth suddenly changed.

The environment in front of him turned into an ancient castle under a blood moon.

The dead tree stretched its twisted and weird branches towards the sky. The branches seemed to pierce the gloomy lead cloud, and cast a lot of hideous strange shadows under the dark red moonlight.

The bottom of the tall stone wall was covered with moss, and the dark green moss seemed to be alive. They climbed all the way to the dark green smooth pool water, and the chilly wind swirled around.

Big, icy raindrops began to hit the ground.

Those blades of grass swayed in the increasingly violent howling wind, and the gate of the old castle seemed to be shaken heavily by two huge hands, making a teeth-stinging sound of metal friction, which was quickly replaced by the sharp wind. engulf.

Those experimental subjects who kept attacking him suddenly turned into furry monsters, ghosts that floated limply when blown by the wind, and clusters of naive shadows huddled in the corners.

……

In such an environment, his state of high tension for a long time relaxed instantly.

"How's your side?" Song Huaimin didn't quite understand the situation yet, so he hurriedly asked, "Where's Zhuang Die?"

For the first time, Ling Su was not sure about the changes in the dream, and was still stunned by the environment in front of him: "It's hard to be sure..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly snorted unexpectedly.

Hearing the sudden running over there and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Song Huaimin's heart sank: "What's wrong?!"

Ling Su didn't answer.

He lay on the ground, recovering from the brief dizziness, and fumbled to send a series of grins to the dazed Vice Captain Song to express his peace and gratitude.

[Song Huaimin:? ? ? 】

[Ling Su: Old Song, good comrade. 】

[Song Huaimin: ...]

Ling Su quickly typed the last few words of the reply and closed the background communication.

……

He quickly took off his coat, and tightly wrapped it around a black-faced little sheep that had completely turned into a small steel wool ball and slammed into his arms.

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