don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In fact, Zhuang Die didn't just realize this matter - he just didn't have much extra time to think about it.

After the field manager left, Ling Su's situation quickly became not optimistic, and he almost had an accident in the ambulance.For a few minutes, Zhuang Die watched the silent Ling Su under the first aid measures, and experienced the feeling of a completely blank mind for the first time.

After arriving at the hospital, Zhuang Die's attention was temporarily diverted by the chief executive with "make the captain more relaxed", and then quickly withdrawn completely because Ling Su's operation was over, and he had no time to go to those insignificant places.

……

Only now did Zhuang Die suddenly realize that he seemed to have many memory boxes that had been neglected before.

Most of these boxes are locked, and most of them still look very vague, indicating that these memories are temporarily unrecallable.

But some memories crept up, some boxes were empty, and the information seemed to fit neatly into his "common sense" part.

For example... the determination of violent abnormal consciousness fluctuations.

The program's detection will not go wrong, just like at the scene of the crime, although "cocoon" forcibly erased the detection records, the reason for the field chief to come here has not disappeared.

A dangerous "non-existent" who shouldn't belong here.

...Before he could regain his senses, a solid brain collapse had already fallen.

Zhuang Die snorted and covered the top of his head: "Captain."

"Next time, adjust the sentence."

Ling Su nodded. He had regained control of his Dream Realm, and quickly moved the door of the castle to the window about ten meters high: "Little Curly."

Zhuang Die had already retreated to the door, but only touched the solid wall.

Zhuang Die turned his head instinctively, saw the situation behind him clearly, and turned back to look at Ling Su in a daze.

His face was paler than usual, and he stood motionless, with the corners of his pale lips drawn into a line.

The thin ice covering those eyes did not dissipate.

It was a kind of hard and transparent, almost absolutely sane, clear luster, with a faint softness that was pulled by Ling Su and leaked out from it.

Being watched by the little curly hair like this, Ling Su almost couldn't hold on, and put the door back on the wall for him.

Ling Su pressed his chest and coughed twice, then dragged a chair over and sat down.

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "Little Curly, listen to me..."

Ling Su actually thought about this situation more than once, and thought about what to say at this time... But at this time, it seemed that something blocked his throat out of thin air, and even his chest was so stuffy.

Zhuang Die leaned back against the wall firmly, stood as far away from him as possible, and looked at him quietly with wide eyes.

"Our exploration of dreams is constantly improving, and many old definitions will quickly become outdated and need to be adjusted or even overthrown."

Ling Su whispered: "There are many dangers and aliens that we think are just due to the limitation of perspective and fear of the unknown, not..."

He stopped talking suddenly.

Ling Su keenly grasped the slightest clue that something was wrong.

He thought carefully for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the little curly hair who was pressing his hands tightly behind his back: "Mr. Xiao Zhuang, don't you think that you are in my consciousness and will keep me on the verge of death?" Is the state spinning?"

Zhuang Die's face paled instantly.

...As long as you search for a little bit, you will find that the relevant clues are already obvious.

His vague impressions of the "pioneers".

He can receive gifts from friends in the realm of the dead—whether it’s sunflower seeds, paintbrushes, or tulip petals that occasionally appear in his pockets...and the lollipops and lighters he puts in his pockets are always The first time it disappeared without a trace.

He had discussed with the captain that the "cocoon" of the Realm of the Dead would only be more advanced than reality, due to the untold geniuses and near-eternal time there.

He even had an impression of Chairman Yan's dream described by Yan Xun.

President Yan once detected a "severe, unprecedented abnormal fluctuation of consciousness". Those fluctuations of consciousness that resembled woolen circles also came from the other side of the subconscious ocean.

Pioneers who went too far.

Dangerous consciousness that should not exist in this world...

"...That can't be linked to strange beliefs."

Ling Su breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair and pressed his forehead—he never thought that the smartest mind in the world would be trapped in such a dead end.

He decided to prove it directly with actions, he stood up and walked over quickly, leaned over to pick up Zhuang Die's right hand, and touched the arcs that still remained between the little curly fingers.

Zhuang Die couldn't hold back: "Captain, you can't—"

Bright red sparks exploded, Ling Su's fingers burned violently, and a faint smoke suddenly rose between the two of them.

Zhuang Die stepped back subconsciously, but accidentally touched the metal part of the door behind him.

The whole dream domain is Ling Su's consciousness, the more he doesn't want to electrify Ling Su, the more he can't concentrate, the electricity that was super cool and majestic just now and completely solved those memories suddenly lost control.

In the next second, Ling Su stepped forward and firmly wrapped Zhuang Die into his arms.

"Don't move, let me hug you."

Ling Su buried his face in Zhuang Die's neck: "Little Curly, you scared me so much that I have no strength."

His body has fallen uncontrollably, if it wasn't for Zhuang Die's protection, he would almost have fallen to his knees uncontrollably.

Sensing Ling Su's abnormally fast heartbeat, Zhuang Die's heart tightened, and instantly put aside all the thoughts that were still lingering in his mind, and firmly grasped his wrist: "Captain!"

"It doesn't matter, it's related to the real world... The wound inflammation has not disappeared, and they are cleaning my wound."

Ling Su bared his teeth, took a breathless breath, and coughed twice.

"If I had told you to run out just now... I would have woken up in a hurry, pushed the wheelchair with one hand and chased you all the way with sparks and lightning."

Ling Su painted the picture without psychological pressure: "When the time comes, the two of us will run ahead, and the doctor and nurse will chase behind with trays and carts..."

Zhuang Die didn't want to be teased at this moment at all, and carefully placed Ling Su on the sofa with his arms in his arms, leaning his head against his uninjured shoulder: "Captain."

"Okay." Ling Su smiled, "I've thought about many possibilities...but I never thought of this."

He considered that after Zhuang Die realized his identity, he might not be able to accept it for a while, so he ran to hide somewhere, or he might think that he didn't belong here after all, and decided to try to go back.

Or maybe because of what Chairman Yan has done and plans to do, the realm of the dead will also list the world on the other side as an enemy, and the two sides will compete for the last island that will not be submerged...

...But Zhuang Die's inference is also completely reasonable.

The reality is such a coincidence that when Zhuang Die began to recall his identity, Ling Su had troubles endlessly.

In President Yan's dream realm, the number zero was the most seriously injured, and even fell into suspended animation for a while, when he was bumped into by the little curly hair who came to look for him.

After finally going to a movie, he was caught in the trajectory of the first generation of cocoons, and he just happened to be hit by a stray bullet.

In the ambulance, Zhuang Die tried to relieve his pain with conscious contact. He was in such a good mood that he didn't even realize that he was out of breath.

Even just now, when Zhuang Die keenly discovered that his condition was not good, and logically attributed it to his own identity, it was actually the doctor who was holding cotton with tweezers to debride the wound for him...

……

In summary, it cannot be said that Zhuang Die's reasoning was wrong.

Ling Su reflected on himself, and felt that this conclusion was understandable: "Although..."

"Although all the evidence points to the same possibility, there's a one percent chance that it's all a coincidence."

Zhuang Die said in a low voice: "But I dare not bet, captain—"

Ling Su unceremoniously pulled him into his arms twice: "How about this?"

He simply put Zhuang Die in his arms, snapped his fingers to let the little flames join in the fun, mixed with those crackling electric sparks, and set off a miniature firework: "Look."

Ling Su put his chin on Zhuang Die's shoulder, coughed and commented earnestly: "A vigorous love with sparks and lightning all the way."

"..." The little curly hair on the top of Zhuang Die's head was drooping listlessly, but he still couldn't resist being teased by the captain and almost froze, so he pursed the corners of his mouth hard.

Ling Su looked at him seriously.

Seeing that the trance in those eyes completely dissipated, Ling Su felt relieved, clasped Zhuang Die's right hand, lowered his head and kissed the burned palm.

"Mr. Pikachu." Ling Su said solemnly, "Let's not talk about whether the 'cocoon' on the opposite side also has pioneers...Can you tell me how this is done?"

Zhuang Die reacted for two seconds. Seeing the messy environment caused by the electric current, he realized why Ling Su called him that, and his ears turned red unconsciously.

Ling Su's eyes were bent down, and he raised his hand to rub those little curly hairs that were still wilting.

He carefully kissed those burns little by little—fortunately, this was his dreamland, those small wounds were quickly healed by the gentle kisses like raindrops, and completely disappeared without a trace.

Ling Su repaired the last wound, and put a last kiss on the smooth and smooth palm, finally he was slightly satisfied, heaved a sigh of relief and raised his head.

"There was no such situation before, indicating that it was in that dream cocoon."

Ling Su said, "I don't know about it, so it probably has something to do with me."

"When I was sent for rescue three years ago?"

Ling Su guessed the whole story very quickly, rubbed the back of the little curly hair, and asked softly, "You want to find me in a hurry, so you went to fight with the program of the first generation cocoon?"

Undoubtedly, it is impossible to hide this kind of matter from the past. After all, if you ask Dr. Yan and the hypnotist who were still there at the time, you can get very clear and even more detailed answers.

For a few seconds, Zhuang Die had to choose between "sneaking into the dreamland of those two people and stealing that memory" and "admitting the mistake truthfully", but he gave up the more risky approach: "...um."

He rolled into a ball sullenly, and arched into Ling Su's arms.

Looking at the little curly who suddenly turned into an ostrich and tried to hide his head in his arms, Ling Su was a little dumbfounded. He lowered his head and kissed Zhuang Die's exposed white ears. become flushed.

"This is different from a five-year-old child, Mr. Zhuang." Ling Su gave him a science introduction, "The problem with this matter is not 'going out without permission to fight with others'."

Zhuang Die was a little surprised, poking his head out of his arms.

"You can fight whoever you want."

Ling Su met his gaze, and solemnly assured: "I will follow to clean up the scene, and I will definitely not leave a single witness."

As Ling Su said, he carefully examined Zhuang Die's body - he actually ignored this point, or Zhuang Die has the ability to temporarily hide the attacks he encountered, these currents are always active in the depths of Zhuang Die's consciousness , It has never attracted his attention.

"Captain." Zhuang Die seemed to understand him suddenly, frowned, turned over and held Ling Su's hand, "This is not your problem."

Ling Su stopped his movements, touched a red mark on Zhuang Die's neck, and let it heal instantly in the touch of consciousness.

He sat cross-legged, lowered his head and touched the tip of Zhuang Die's nose: "Why not?"

"You are blaming yourself for not protecting me well."

Zhuang Die looked into his eyes: "Me too. I know, this is the qualitative change in the calculation logic brought about by the matter of 'feeling'."

Programs can’t calculate this, artificial intelligence can’t calculate this, because the calculation mode of emotion is different from all logic that can be simulated by code.

After entering "Like", you will get a gorgeous fireworks.

"As long as I can't see you, I want to find you." Zhuang Die said, "I want to go right away, and I don't want to wait for a second."

He knew that there might be a safer and more comprehensive solution, but being safer and more comprehensive meant that Ling Su would be thrown into some dark place—perhaps in a more dangerous or troublesome environment.

For a safe plan, Ling Su needs to persist alone for a few more minutes, dozens of hours, dozens of days or even decades.

Or dozens of extremely long dreams.

Knowing this, it is impossible to just sit there and wait, doing nothing.

……

"I once came to this conclusion, but this part of the memory is temporarily unrecallable."

Zhuang Di lowered his gaze, and the glacier-like luster in his eyes began to flow again: "I can simulate 130 seven possibilities that lead to this result...but I'm not going to reason."

Even though most of the memories are not unlocked, that doesn't seem to matter much either.

Zhuang Die didn't even consider Ling Su's worries at all. For him, as long as his own existence would not bring Ling Su closer to that world, he had no reason to leave.

"Captain, my intuition should be the 130th seventh, which is related to the reason why I managed to come to this world."

Zhuang Die raised his face and looked at Ling Su: "Captain, I want to see you, and I don't want to wait a second."

Ling Su looked into Zhuang Die's eyes.

That kind of coldness is the hardest and clearest, the floating ice that will not be polluted by any undercurrent and will always be crystal clear.

Ling Su held Zhuang Die's face in his hands, and he gently kissed those eyes.

"I have 130 seven answers."

Ling Su said: "I have liked you for a long time, and I want to be your lover in all the world lines."