don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Taking advantage of the rain before it completely intensified, Ling Su sneaked into the castle with quick eyesight and quick hands, hugging the black-faced little sheep.

Zhuang Die hadn't had time to start creating the atmosphere in the castle.

He poked his head out from Ling Su's shoulder, and was about to draw a few formations on the wall, but there were some sinister, distorted footprints and scratches in the corner, and the captain raised his hand to cover his eyes.

——Compared to creating an atmosphere by reading a bedtime story, try to change the tone of the dream, and then insert a small projection of yourself... As the dream owner of the entire dream realm, it is obviously more convenient to decorate.

When Ling Su's hand moved away, a bright fire had already leapt up in the fireplace opposite them.

The solid gates and walls blocked the raging storm, and only through the small window at the top of the tower could the thunder and lightning outside be seen.

Those raindrops hit the thick masonry and fell into the stagnant water on the ground.The sound of the rain is very far apart, high and low, and the ding ding dong dong is mixed with the sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves, like a very harmonious classical symphony ensemble.

Outside the high windows was an inky blue sky, leaden clouds laden with rain, and lightning flashing through them.The warmth and comfort of the interior turned those small windows into several hanging paintings for people to appreciate.

Ling Su hugged the black-faced lamb and sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

He snapped his fingers, and lit the torches on the wall one by one, making the whole space warm and comfortable, and curled up with the little curly hair.

"It's amazing, how did you do it?"

Ling Su asked softly, and he quickly came up with the answer himself: "I see...recorder."

Zhuang Die put his anchor in his dream.

Although anchor points are only valid in the dream world and cannot break the dream domain where boundaries have already appeared, they still retain the function similar to "hyperlinks".

To change Ling Su's dream, Zhuang Die only needs to build a eerie castle in his own consciousness.

He sat on the edge of Ling Su's hospital bed, concentrating on reading ghost stories to the captain.As he tried his best to think of all the pictures vividly, he couldn't help adding himself to the pictures.

... Then it only took three seconds before I was scared into a ball of steel wool by myself.

The black-faced little sheep who was exposed hit Ling Su's chest angrily.

That kind of force was so light that Ling Su couldn't help laughing. He closed his eyes and folded his arms, and buried his face in the curly hair that smelled faintly of disinfectant.

Ling Su kissed Zhuang Die's forehead and eyes little by little.

In the warm space circled by familiar shoulders and arms, Zhuang Die found himself back to his original appearance.

Ling Su unblocked Dreamland from him—or rather, Ling Su added a group of users to his entire subconscious Smart Dream Pattern Lock.

In this strange feeling, Zhuang Die even vaguely developed an inexplicable intuition... As long as he wanted to, he could travel freely in Ling Su's subconscious and check every corner.

"Blame me, I didn't think carefully."

Ling Su turned over with Zhuang Die in his arms, let the little curly hair lie in his arms, and rubbed the back of Zhuang Die's head repeatedly: "Are you still very scared?"

Zhuang Die subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but stopped in time, and nodded firmly in Ling Su's palm.

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows.

He seemed to suddenly recall a somewhat familiar scene.

Looking at Detective Xiao Zhuang who couldn't help but look around curiously, Ling Su couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, circled his thumb and middle finger into a small circle, and flicked his head at those little curly hairs with no strength at all. Beng: "Scare me?"

If he remembers correctly, in President Yan's dream, some people accidentally knocked the back of their heads, and it seems that this is how the shocking lump persisted for several hours...

Therefore, in the few hours when he first learned the truth and realized that everything that happened at the beginning was a well-designed scam, Ling Su was too busy fighting a lump to the death, so he didn't even have time to have any clear emotions and thoughts. .

Meeting Ling Su's gaze, Zhuang Die's ears burned, he looked away calmly, and urgently flipped through "Guide to Whistling" and whistled twice.

...It didn't sound at all.

Zhuang Die was suddenly aroused with meaningless competitiveness.

He quickly got up from Ling Su's arms, changed to sitting upright, and concentrated on blowing a few times according to the standard tutorial, but he could only make a half-voiced sound of airflow.

Ling Su lay lazily on the sofa, bent his left arm behind his head, and enthusiastically helped guide: "Pay attention to the shape of your mouth... yes, you need to be more decisive in your airflow."

Ling Su demonstrated to him a few times: "The lips must be moist, and the mouth shape is like saying 'fish' or 'two', or..."

Zhuang Die tried several times without success, and was looking for the feeling according to the instructions, when his lips were suddenly touched by a cold touch.

Ling Su didn't know when he ran from the sofa to the ground again. He sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of Zhuang Die, propping his back on the ground.

Ling Su raised his head to look at Zhuang Die, his breathing was a little fast, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

His ears were also a little hot, but the smile in his eyes was brighter than usual.

"Or...like getting ready for a kiss."

……

Little Curly is trying hard to be needed by him while trying to fulfill the promise of "only telling him the truth".

Although I don’t know this way of getting along, is it Mr. Xiao Zhuang who learned it in the book "How to Encourage Five-Year-Old Children to Build Confidence" or in the book "How to Fall in Love at the Age of 25" ...but the results are superb anyway.

It's hard for Ling Su to describe that feeling clearly... It's as if he even pumped himself up several times before the words "have a good relationship" flashed through his mind quickly.

They are now exploring all possibilities with complete seriousness, concentration, and curiosity, with the goal of "living together forever in the future".

Every time he suddenly realizes this, Ling Su can't help but be happy for a long time by himself.

"Me too." Zhuang Die added seriously.

Ling Su was a little surprised: "Am I thinking so loudly?"

Zhuang Die pursed his lips, and he also left the sofa, grabbed Ling Su's hand tightly, and squatted head to head with him: "It's super loud."

It was a huge and deafening silent sound, like the rolling flow of lava in the body, or like the slow rotation of the gears of fate, which finally clicked into place at a certain point.

Zhuang Die imitated Ling Su's movements—although learning to whistle didn't seem to go smoothly, but at least he had mastered the necessary preparations accurately—he made up the remaining half of the kiss with great precision.

They simply lay side by side on the carpet.

The pain in the body became insignificant in the dream, and the pain caused by those memories was also covered by warmth. If it wasn't because it was a dream, Ling Su could hardly control himself and fell asleep comfortably.

Hearing Ling Su's breathing was different from usual, and after so long, Zhuang Die couldn't help tugging at his sleeve: "Captain, let me take over your dream for a while?"

"Yeah." Ling Su replied drowsily, and suddenly woke up, "No. Wait a minute—"

He quickly wanted to get up, but because he had already given an affirmative answer, he was quickly restricted by the majestic dream pressure.

As soon as Zhuang Die stood up, those memories swept over again aggressively.

Ling Su temporarily blocked the erosion of memory just now, and then stabilized the environment in the dream.But at this moment, those memories that were forcibly suppressed and ignored instantly counterattacked, countless scenes were stacked together, and countless shadows rushed down, densely gnawing at the castle.

Zhuang Die's figure swayed, he groaned, and had to half-kneel down again.

As if there was some kind of terrifying pressure, Zhuang Die's exposed skin had faint bloodstains oozing out.

"Little curly hair, stop first!" Ling Su sat up, and he firmly held Zhuang Die's wrist, "Listen to me, listen to me first..."

Zhuang Die lowered his head, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and tasted the blood dripping from his fingertips.

Ling Su's movements unconsciously slowed down.

Zhuang Di lowered his eyelashes.

Those black eyes seemed to have been soaked in icy water, but when they looked at Ling Su, they frowned, and the glacier luster that glowed with coldness quietly faded away.

Zhuang Die got up and walked over, raising his hand to press on the bronze gate of the castle.

Suddenly, dazzling bright arcs jumped from the rain-soaked outer wall.

Those reddish electric arcs mercilessly joined together, completely destroying the neural code of the first cocoon that had been lurking in the memory for an unknown amount of time.

This is the third reason why Ling Shuming knows that the current physical condition may not be suitable, and must deal with these recovered memories immediately.

In that experiment, Chairman Yan's initial plan was not to fuse himself with the first cocoon.

As the number zero who would have been fed to the first cocoon, Ling Su still has a large number of default interfaces of the first cocoon deep in his subconscious.

No matter which generation of "cocoon" the operation logic is the same, so Lingsu does not actually need any equipment, and can also use these codes to access the background and perform some basic operations.

But more codes are infinite hidden dangers, and Lingsu must eliminate and destroy them.This process is done with a scalpel, which is somewhat too laborious and lengthy.

——It just so happened that in Chairman Yan's dream, Zhuang Die also stored part of the destruction logic of the first-generation machine itself.

When he was about to leave the dining place and look for Ling Su, Zhuang Die was stopped by the electric arc blockade at the door.

The operation logic of these currents is actually very simple - look for violent abnormal consciousness fluctuations, confirm violations, judge uselessness, and destroy... The first-generation cocoon self-test also uses this logic, so these arcs are also applicable to the codes of the first-generation cocoon.

"Severe abnormal consciousness fluctuations" are actually a kind of code, which represents all possible dangerous consciousness fluctuations that are outside the scope of the stored data and should not belong to the environment.

The green smoke surrounding the castle was quickly doused by the rain, and the hideous shadows became transparent, then slowly disappeared, and finally there was no trace left.

All memories are processed without missing a single piece of potentially dangerous code.

Zhuang Die raised his hand, shook it lightly twice, and blew on his burning palm.

The remaining reddish arc was still jumping between his fingers, making a soft crackling sound.

"There is one last exception."

Zhuang Die's eyes turned around, and finally landed on his chest.

He frowned, and after a few seconds, he judged softly: "...It's me."