don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the pitch-black darkness, the living room instantly fell into an unprepared panic.

"What's going on?! What did you mean just now?"

"Is it really the dream master's trap? Why did you do such a thing!"

"Let me go! I'm just an ordinary person, I don't know anything, and I don't have what you want..."

"Don't move! No one is allowed to come near me!"

"Who is sneaking up and making small moves, stand up if you have the ability!"

……

Temporarily deprived of vision by the darkness, people could only scramble and push each other, trying to stay away from others.

The official has never given any clear answer to the question of "what happened to the missing part after someone died in a dream and then collapsed and collapsed their consciousness."

Most people acquiesced that the missing part was irreversibly damaged during the process of collapse and reorganization, and it could no longer be repaired—but a small number of people still insisted that if the consciousness collapsed in the closed dream realm, then There is a good chance that these fragments will remain in the Dreamland.

In the current situation, which one is the real answer is undoubtedly not important anymore.

According to what the hunting dog man said just now, there must be one or even a few people among the crowd who chose to believe the latter inference and have already put it into action, and this is probably the direct reason why they were trapped here.

"Don't you understand? We have all been kidnapped, and the murderer is hiding among us!"

The rooster-headed man snapped angrily, "This is a crime! I'm sure I'll get my lawyer to appeal—"

The rest of his words seemed to be forcibly covered by someone's hand, only muffled groans and shoving sounds remained, and after a faint flash of light, all of this quickly returned to chilling in just a few seconds dead silence.

The monkey youth asked in a trembling voice, "What happened... what happened?"

No one responded to him.

In the darkness, there was only the desperately suppressed panting sound, and the man with the rooster head didn't make any more sounds, and no one dared to confirm what happened.

At some point, the shadow of death seemed to have quietly lurked among the crowd, lingering grinningly.

Fear is like a substance, unknowingly holding everyone's throat...

"that……"

The sudden sound pressed the last straw to the tense nerves, and the living room heard the muffled sound of knocking objects and the sound of plates breaking one after another.

Even the horse-faced man who tried to control the field at first could no longer remain calm at this moment.He realized that the voice was very close to him, fumbled on the ground a few times in a panic, and picked up a piece of broken porcelain: "Who?!"

"It's me." Zhuang Die coughed politely, "Excuse me, you stepped on my foot."

The man with the horse face: "..."

A series of accidents had already tortured everyone into nervousness. The horse-faced man didn't want to pay more attention to Zhuang Die, so he quickly moved back to his feet and took a few steps to the side.

In the darkness, he didn't know who he bumped into again, so he subconsciously raised his hand and pushed.

……

To his complete surprise, the other party not only did not respond, but even fell to the ground stiffly and slowly following the force of the push.

The light was restored in the villa.

It wasn't a rooster-headed man who fell to the ground.

There were terrified screams in the living room, and the horse-faced man's hands and feet were weak, he staggered and hurriedly backed away a few steps, and fell to the ground exhausted.

Putting one hand in his pocket, Zhuang Die slowly turned the recording pen in his pocket twice, and frowned slightly as he looked at the victim who had turned into a gray and white sculpture on the ground with wide-open eyes and terrified face.

Judging from the figure and clothing, the one who was attacked should be the bull head who was sitting in the corner of the dining table.

After falling to the ground, the bull's head image of the other party in his eyes also disappeared, turning into a very ordinary face with Chinese characters.

In Zhuang Die's impression, whether it was the dispute or the subsequent chaos, this man was extremely reticent, just sitting quietly with his head buried in worry.Neither got involved in a quarrel with the others, nor did he speak out blindly out of panic in the darkness that followed.

Of course, there is another possibility, that he was no longer able to make a sound at that time...

Zhuang Die was meditating, and when he noticed the strange eyes of the people looking at him, he let out an "oh" as if thinking of something, and let go of the collar he was holding on with his other hand.

The man with the rooster head didn't turn gray, but he seemed to have passed out temporarily, and fell to the ground motionless.

"Shouting loudly in the dark is likely to become the target of the murderer, and it is easy to hurt other people nearby."

If you don't explain it at this time, I'm afraid it will appear that you don't fit in well.Zhuang Die thought for a while, and said honestly: "I happened to be next to him, so I wanted to persuade him to be quiet."

It's a pity that the opponent's reaction was a bit too intense, not only continued to struggle and yell, but even turned around and tried to attack him.

In order to prevent the other party from crowing suddenly, Zhuang Die could only act preemptively and took relatively extreme emergency measures: he turned on the flashlight on the recording pen, shone his face from bottom to top, and made a super fierce blow to the rooster's head. grimace.

In the kindergarten, this trick has been tried and tested for children who are mischievous and bully others during their nap. Every time, the children can immediately get back into the quilt and sleep obediently.

……

Although he didn't understand why the others still seemed skeptical, Zhuang Die told the story honestly, and helped the end with good deeds, and dragged the unconscious man to the other end of the sofa.

At the same time, the discussion among other people in the living room became louder and louder, and even vaguely started arguing again.

The appearance of the first victim is undoubtedly a strong stimulus, and the originally reserved dialogue has become more and more tit-for-tat.

The ominous cold air seemed to have wrapped around everyone's necks.The dream master has almost absolute control over the dream domain, and everyone is now trapped in the murderer's dream domain, allowing others to slaughter them wantonly.

Everyone is suspicious, everyone looks like a murderer.

Zhuang Die took apart a lollipop, squatted on the sidelines and listened to everyone's discussion, and discovered some new information.

First of all, Zhuang Die finally confirmed the point that has concerned him the most so far based on the several appearance attacks in the increasingly fierce laning.

——Although looking around, the entire living room can almost make up a set of twelve zodiac signs.But except that everyone is a walking animal in Zhuang Die's eyes, other people don't seem to see it that way.

Unless these people can still maintain a clear and detached cognition in the midst of anger, and can comment on the constrictor's head, the rooster will be praised as handsome, and the horse's face will be scolded as a pig's head...

This possibility is relatively small, Zhuang Die basically confirmed the first inference, and wrote two strokes on his cuff.

Secondly, although these people do not know each other, it seems that they are not completely under the premise of "they don't know who is who between each other".

For example, the current first victim, among the crowd, actually has more than one person who knows his identity.

Different from the reticence shown just now, in real life, Niutou is actually a cynical game developer.

He is already old, the types of games he is good at are almost eliminated by the market, and his game thinking is not as flexible as that of young people, but he firmly believes that he is underappreciated.Usually, I often quarrel with players with bad reviews in game forums, and even attack those live broadcast rooms that specialize in game complaints.

And Monkey Youth happened to be doing live broadcasts of this category, and the popularity has always been very high.After recalling and everyone's supplements, he was even surprised to find that the few games he complained about recently were originally made by Niutou.

Niutou also led the trend of game production back then, and held many press conferences in person. Many of the first batch of old players who came into contact with the game recognized him, and the pig-faced man in the corner played many of his games. game.

And the head of the rooster who was stunned by Zhuang Die seems to be a well-known traffic singer, and Miss Rabbit is his passerby fan...

These connections are not close, and because these people have never met in real life, and it is difficult to even count as "knowledge", the discussion has once again reached a deadlock.

Many people looked around nervously, and there was a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads.

The death threat is close at hand, and no one knows when the murderer hiding in the dark will continue to kill.

Just now, everyone had to reach a consensus to choose a person to try to unlock the dream domain.

But it’s okay if the real dream owner is successfully found, if the vote is wrong, this kind of behavior is tantamount to forcing an innocent person to die in a dream...

"What's the hurry?" The hunting dog man played with the table knife in his hand and casually interjected, "The secrets are all dug out. Maybe there will be another accident or two, and we will get in touch..."

The horse-faced man couldn't understand his behavior, and interrupted him in a deep voice: "In my opinion, you might be the murderer! You haven't explained yet, what do you mean by those words before?"

The hunting dog man took a piece of steak and cut it up: "I don't think there is a need to explain—speaking of which, if I were the murderer, why didn't I just kill all of you right now?"

The horse-faced man was choked by him, and was unable to answer for a while.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with more and more doubts, the horse-faced man was a little flustered, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhuang Die who was deserting: "By the way, there is also you! When the deceased was found, you and I were not far away from him! It was you who made me change places, and then I ran into the dead man, and then the lights went on!"

The horse-faced man stared at Zhuang Die: "I've seen something wrong with you for a long time! What on earth are you doing?"

Zhuang Die thought for a while, rolled up his sleeves, and showed him his little genius watch: "I am an ordinary kindergarten teaching assistant, and this is a prize from our kindergarten."

As he spoke, he paid attention to the expressions of everyone without any trace.

When joining the job, Zhuang Die had registered his previous occupation. It stands to reason that Ling Su should be able to judge his identity through this conversation, so as to try to connect the two of them.

But after saying this, other people looked at it with surprise and amusement, but there was no sense of familiarity.

The horse-faced man is still relentless. He is the one who directly touched the deceased, and he is also the most suspicious. He is afraid of being thrown out, and he has thrown his previous calmness to the sky: "The person who arranged this conspiracy is not just jealous. Is it someone else's talent? Since you say you are ordinary, who knows if your mind is twisted..."

Zhuang Die sighed lightly.

These people are in a mess and noisy, and they are unwilling to listen to others, and no teacher wants to send them to kindergarten.

"I'm telling the truth. I'm just an ordinary teaching assistant, and my hobby is doing handicrafts."

Zhuang Die recalled the few teaching experiences, put down his sleeves, twisted out a chainsaw out of thin air, and put it on the table kindly: "Hi everyone, can I know your work and real identity?"