don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The story probably begins with a pioneer who ran too far.

At that time, the pretty good name "Ling Su" hadn't appeared yet, and he didn't know what his name was—maybe he knew it before, but he forgot it soon.

The capacity of the brain is limited, and useless memories must be cleaned up as soon as possible to make room for new information and materials.

Everyone around him called him Number Zero.

It is already difficult to trace back in an orderly manner, what exactly was President Yan's plan when he brought No. It's been a mix from the start.

Chairman Yan had a dream ten years ago, which made him firmly believe that taking everyone to the other side is the only way to save the world.

"Number Zero" was originally recruited into the experiment for this purpose as well.

The reason why the other experimental subjects hated him was that President Yan deliberately induced him to treat him as an accomplice.

In front of everyone, Chairman Yan portrayed No. [-] as his favorite disciple, an insider and participant of the experiment, a lunatic and the butcher's accomplice... But in fact, Ling Su himself didn't even know what the experiment was. Not sure.

What he agreed to participate in at the beginning was just a "dream exploration experiment", and his initial task was to keep going around in the near-death dreams collected by President Yan.

He didn't even know that there were other experimental subjects—because in these dreams where time was almost static, he was always the only one.

This feeling was novel at first, and then it was only long.

Even if President Yan pulled him out and woke him up a second after putting him into a dream, he still seemed to have spent decades in that dream.

Because it was too long and boring, Ling Su began to study in those dreams.

……

Ling Su stopped the story he was telling, and poked Little Curly on the cheek: "Where's the joke?"

Zhuang Die made an effort to put on a serious face and shook his head.

Ling Su put one hand behind his neck and rubbed it puzzledly: "I remember very clearly that the recorder who was responsible for recording what I did in the dream had this expression..."

This unsolvable confusion once troubled Ling Su, who was still very young at that time, for a long time.

Zhuang Die thoughtfully pursed the corners of his mouth for a while, then raised his head: "Captain, because it's so boring in the dream... Is the only thing you can think about is study?"

"That's right." Ling Su couldn't figure out what was so strange about it, "I was only 20 years old at the time, and I was about to take the final exam. It only took one second in reality to finish hundreds of sets of real questions, which is so suitable for review and follow-up. Endorsement time..."

Ling Su even made reasonable use of the environment of each dream.

If it was a dream with a background in other languages, Ling Su would first spend a few months in the dream to learn the language, and then gossip about the projections in the dream... There were a few dreams where the dreamer was so annoying that he even Angrily, she took the initiative to kick him out of the dream realm.

If encountering medieval or earlier dreams, Ling Su would focus on studying history.For this reason, he also took several subjects in the direction of history, such as literary appreciation, literary research, and folk culture-the main purpose is to get mixed credits. After all, he has to live for decades every time, and he can get nearly perfect score.

It will be even more convenient if you happen to meet the dream of a gifted scholar.

Ling Su's history of psychology, topology and mathematics courses were all completed in Princeton in that star-studded era.

Out of curiosity, he watched the bizarre past of Liszt and Wagner, and by the way, in that dream, he met a mad Nietzsche, who kept walking around Wagner while reciting "Ariadne's Lamentation" aloud.

In order to clarify a few problems in analytical psychology, he also picked out a dream of Zweig, and followed him to visit Freud and Jung, who had long since turned against each other...

"In this way, I actually have many teachers."

"The tasks during that period of time were actually quite good." Ling Su said, "The only thing that bothers me is that President Yan always drags me to various cutting-edge forums and conferences in order to prove his teaching achievements. Take various exams, or submit to journals to write papers."

Ling Su's attitude was quite sincere: "I completed most of my studies in my dreams. Because I have too much time, my grades are inevitably a little better... What's wrong?"

Zhuang Die shook his head, leaned against Ling Su's uninjured shoulder, and smiled unkindly for a long time.

…If he knew these things, Dr. Yan would probably be so angry that he would sweep the chimney crying.

This time Ling Su only took a few seconds to catch up with his jokes, coughed twice, couldn't help laughing, and turned around comfortably in the incredibly spacious sofa with his little curly hair .

Zhuang Die raised his hand and rubbed his eyes while laughing, Ling Su held his hand and kissed on the tears from laughing.

It was probably infected by the little curly hair, and Ling Su himself was actually laughing endlessly - after all, few people can really bear the scene, a broom that was so angry that it completely exploded grew in extreme anger. Chasing after him to the limit...

The two of them just laughed together inexplicably, and they didn't completely relax until they lost all strength, and spread their arms and legs on the sofa.

"It's not entirely my fault... Just because of the program he created, I added this memory to my college ghost story radio part-time job resume."

Ling Su rubbed his facial muscles that were sore from laughing, and sighed sadly: "Otherwise, I will definitely remember to be more humble..."

Zhuang Die shook his head more seriously this time: "Don't be modest."

"Don't you need it?" Ling Su's ears were a little hot, "It's quite unfair to be honest, after all, I have more school hours than him for several centuries."

From Yan Xun's perspective, he is a genius who has risen rapidly in a very short period of time, and has achieved unimaginable achievements within a few years.

If it wasn't for the hints he gave himself at the beginning, Ling Su himself didn't know the situation at that time, he would probably still tell these things kindly, trying to comfort the other party...

"Captain." Zhuang Diet reminded him, "You must not go and tell Dr. Yan about this."

Ling Su coughed twice, he felt a little regretful: "It's not suitable, is it?"

Zhuang Die nodded, then stretched out his arms to hug Ling Su, and put a pillow behind him: "Dr. Yan will imitate after listening... There is a 70.00% chance that he can't help but try."

Although these experiences were lightly picked out by Ling Su as interesting, they actually lasted for tens of hundreds of years, or even longer—and the most desperate thing is that the people in them don't know when it is "" wake up" moment.

Unable to fall asleep in the dream, Ling Su had to spend countless long nights awake.

Those are extremely real body sensations, every day.

There is no near-death dreamland that traps other dreamers, only the projections of the dreamer's memory, these projections cannot really communicate and interact, and they are not real consciousness... Such a dream is like an infinitely long, allowing High-definition 5D movies for immersive experience.

No matter how far you go, it seems that only you, a real person, exists.

Too many people get completely lost in this seemingly endless journey.

Either I will forget myself in the end, and gradually become a shapeless shadow - or I will talk to myself, tear my consciousness in two or even more...

"It makes sense." Ling Su thought for a while, then nodded, "President Yan is probably the latter."

While forcing him to keep entering the realm of near-death dreams, President Yan himself will also enter those dreams.

I don't know from which day, the crazy president who was fanatical and paranoid, making people around him more and more vigilant and uneasy suddenly seemed to be a different person.

Chairman Yan never mentioned "the other side" or "the realm of the dead", and he would reprimand anyone who accidentally mentioned it.The plan suddenly became "forging scalpels for human beings", and Ling Su, the most suitable experimental subject, was trapped in the deepest part of a dream cocoon before he could react.

...They are very clear about what happened after that.

Training, injury, rescue, assessment, injury, coma, rescue, dreams intertwined with reality, constantly jumping time...

"It's not as good as it used to be."

Ling Su admitted this to Little Curly for the first time: "I even miss Nietzsche who quarreled loudly with Wagner."

Zhuang Die held his hand.

Ling Su put most of his attention on that hand, he touched those fingers, and slowly drew circles on the smooth palm again.

He found that speaking seemed to be as difficult as he thought, but he just had to speak as quickly as possible.The more those wounds are not afraid to check and touch, the more they prove that they have completely healed.

"But Pioneer is good—I like the job of Pioneer, and every time I was borrowed to be an instructor, I accidentally overtimed. Anyway, I was covered by the cocoon of the second generation at that time, and the first generation couldn't catch me back when I got angry."

Ling Su said quickly: "Sometimes I use exploring the subconscious mind as a reason to be lazy, and at that time it feels very good, like drifting in the galaxy..."

The only downside is that this job is also a little bit lonely.

He doesn't even have many movies to watch, and the deeper he goes, the more fragmented and obscure the dreams become, like the paintings of impressionist writers who can move.

During a long walk—it’s hard to describe how long this “long” was, Ling Su only knew that he seemed to have dug out all his knowledge and memorized it in all the languages ​​he had mastered—in short, after that, Ling Su Su suddenly found that there seemed to be no more dreams around him.

He was floating in the silent dark blue dome, those familiar stars had completely disappeared, and in front of him was a "cocoon" that he had never seen before.

If the disparity in size is ignored, the appearance and structure of this cocoon are very similar to the second generation, and even the third generation cocoon that has been iterated later.It's just that it looks more advanced, with a sense of cold technology, and more...beautiful.

To say it immodestly, Ling Su did know many languages, but at that moment, it was indeed difficult for him to find a more suitable word to describe this scene.

All the mechanical and metal parts are a bright color that is crystal clear to the extreme.

It is a dazzling luster like a mysterious mineral vein hovering between pure sky blue and complete transparency.It seems that one day, a piece of the sky was frozen in the glacier, together with the flowing fine gold sand sprinkled by the sun, so everything was frozen at that moment.

Those golden lights that seemed to be still flowing flashed towards him.

Ling Su regarded this as a greeting, he couldn't help it, and waved to the cocoon as beautiful as a star.

……

In the next second, an irresistible tide-like force suddenly surged without warning, submerging his consciousness completely.

It wasn't a bad feeling—those tide-like waves were bitterly cold but gentle.It only took a few seconds to fully adapt to the coldness, or maybe he had been so frozen that he lost consciousness, but a strange warmth surged out from the depths of his consciousness.

He lost all gravity, and was just wrapped in the icy sea water and floated quietly. For a moment, he even wanted to just fall asleep like this.

The gradually frozen consciousness made him finally realize a possibility in a dull way.

...the realm of the dead.

He had come to the place where the subconscious currents of the real world met the glaciers of the Realm of the Dead.

Those trainings completely destroyed his early warning system, and the cold icicles were creeping into the depths of his consciousness little by little.

What he stepped on was not a familiar road, but a glacier that had been frozen for an unknown amount of time. His legs had already turned into transparent ice, and this change was still going on.Before long, he will be frozen into this glacier that may have stood for hundreds of millions of years.

...Hopefully it's a really cool or elegant look that's frozen in.

Zero took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He even felt that his lungs were freezing, and the small clean tingling was very comfortable.The speed of thinking is slowing down, he feels as if he has been in a daze for a whole day, and it seems that only a second has passed.

"The 1463rd pioneering."

He pressed the recording pen with his last movable finger: "Detecting person S0, the distance is unknown, the coordinates are unknown, I probably walked too far."

As he spoke, he raised his head: "Here, I picked up..."

His voice paused slightly.

A very good-looking young man with curly hair squatted not far away, looking at him curiously.

The young man seemed to be seeing a pioneer hiking for the first time. He quickly operated a few times on the virtual screen floating beside him. He was about to execute the rescue command, smash his consciousness, recover it, and recast his body, but suddenly Stopped the action.

The young man seemed to have discovered something, studied him carefully for a while, and quickly typed a series of new instructions on the virtual operation screen.

Before completely losing consciousness, Zero was dragged out of the frozen floes and fell into an equally icy embrace.

"...The coordinates are unknown, I may have gone too far."

The other party hugged him and pressed the microphone with one hand.

The sight that fell on his face was also like ice, but it revealed a certain kind of concentration because of its seriousness, and that kind of concentration soon turned into a kind of soft and crystal-clear curiosity.

The young man with a beautiful curly head hugged him and sat on the ground, stretched out his hand to poke his warm and soft cheek, and tried it on himself.

Those eyes stared at him brightly, and recorded his new discovery into the microphone: "I picked up a star."