don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The light burst out of those beautiful eyes for an instant, so bright that he could hardly help crying.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Countless streams of light weave and weave, and they leave the cocoon's interior to stand in an empty living room that almost looks like a model home.

Number Zero was a little surprised. He looked around, and then turned his head to look at the little curly hair who took this scene for granted: "Is this your home?"

"Strictly speaking, it's our home."

The little curly hair is directing "cocoon" to concentrate on work, installing French windows and superficial doors on the wall that can't see anything: "What kind of bed do you like? Considering that I have already obtained your permission, I will put you in a smooth bed." Stolen home..."

Little Curly stopped talking, turned around and looked at him: "Mr. Black Cat?"

No. Zero failed to remember to correct the wrong behavior of the nickname this time.

He just stood there, still unable to live up to the fact that he had to keep quiet for a while because of some unconscious words of the other party, allowing his heart, which was suddenly rushing as if it was about to jump out, to calm down by itself.

... When I get back, I will make a report and give my opinion.

Although the road to research and development is sure to be difficult, it is absolutely necessary to develop a sleep cabin that can stabilize heart rate and brain waves for the safety and cool needs of the taskers, and even create a standardized room.

Zero took a deep breath, controlled the ears that popped out unconsciously, and walked over with his legs raised.

Little curly hair is also a little nervous at the moment, he temporarily stopped the construction progress, and whispered to Mr. Magic Lamp who seemed to know everything: "Is there something wrong?"

The young pioneer of the other side has no experience in this kind of thing. After all, most of the residents of the land of the dead—or simply all the residents except him, it seems that they have not picked up the living consciousness from the other side and brought them back. home precedent.

Before they met a consciousness living together, their home was actually the huge glacier that stretched as if there was no end in sight.

The cocoon in Eye Zero is his private private room. From the perspective of detection from the other side, it is probably a piece of ice floating in the sea.

Before breaking out of the cocoon, the newly born consciousness will live in this single room.And after successfully breaking out of the cocoon, you can leave the "existence" itself here, and go anywhere you want freely.

As a pioneer of the realm of the dead, of course, I have already gotten used to this state, and never felt that there was anything wrong... But if two people live together, then of course they need a more comfortable home.

Meeting the other party's gaze, Zero quickly shook his head seriously: "No, it's my own problem."

After all... Although they just agreed that they would meet no matter how far they traveled, but in the real world, this kind of progress is a little bit of a jump no matter what.

According to the usual progress, it seems that you have to be a very polite tenant first.

Rent a small room here to stay, get a key... so that if he accidentally goes too far, he will know how to get back.

He will be very careful and will never make any noise during the rest time, nor will he disturb the other party's life and work.

He can seize the time to learn a very good cooking skill.The problem is not too big, it is just that the raw materials and seasonings are combined into a traceable and edible state under heating, which is not more difficult than any training he has received.

They will get acquainted little by little, so mature that they can nestle together on the sofa and watch TV, eat snacks and fruits, and mature enough to say hello lazily after waking up.

to the point where they go from "good roommates" to "very good roommates" and into something else, more intimate and solid, that has been celebrated and meticulously described over and over again in the splendid and glorious literary history of any culture relation……

"I understand." Little Curly said.

Number Zero came back to his senses.

He suddenly became a little nervous for no reason, and subconsciously said: "It's okay, don't worry about those—"

"It's very necessary." Little Curly shook his head seriously, "Your world line flows in a single thread."

Although this is already very clear, young pioneers born in the land of the dead are still not used to it from time to time, and they tend to forget many important things.

For example, in that trajectory, we can only wait for time to leave traces little by little.

For example, what has happened cannot be changed, and what has not happened cannot be overdrawn.

For example... the place called "reality" cannot live a lifetime in a flash.

The young pioneer on the other side stopped where he was. He lowered his eyes quietly, sorting out the memories that were out of sync with the other side. After a long time, he looked up again: "Captain."

Zero's chest congealed silently.

Strictly speaking, this title is not commonly used.

Most of the pioneer students are used to calling him "instructor", and only when he leads a team on a mission, they will change their name to captain.

Most of the dream domains he was in charge of were extremely dangerous, and the number of times he led the team on missions was really not many, and occasionally he would be a little overwhelmed when he heard this kind of name.

...But at this moment, he suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

Familiar enough to have burned through irreversible time.

He saw countless pictures, the little curly was always standing not far from him, sometimes wearing bear pajama pants, sometimes loose home clothes, sometimes a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up...

Little curly always stood there, looking at him intently.Every time he wants to call the captain, his eyes light up first, and then he bends unconsciously.

He suddenly realized clearly that he was going down the river with time—and the young man standing in front of him was at the end of those trajectories, coming back to him along the coordinate of "time".

"We can start by getting to know each other first."

Little Curly nodded, and closed the notebook: "You can make a plan."

Apparently not bothered by this situation, the young pioneers on the other side accepted the status quo with great adaptability, opened the virtual screen and quickly entered a few lines of code.

"After you accept every mission, you go back—go back here?"

The little curly looked up at him: "Treat this place as your home, and treat the laboratory on the other side as an annoying unit that you have to report to..."

"No problem." Zero looked at him, "In fact, I already feel this way now."

"Really? I knew it was right to install the doors and windows first."

Those beautiful eyes lit up suddenly: "This looks like home, doesn't it?"

Zero nodded seriously without hesitation.

"Because we are not very familiar yet, you may not see me every time when you go home."

The young kindergarten teacher was clattering on the keyboard, not knowing what kind of strange programs they were writing: "There are two bedrooms, two offices for writing lesson plans and reports, and a shared living room..."

He stopped talking and handed Number Zero a blank form.

Zero looked at the watch: "What is it used for?"

"Item application form, see if there is anything missing, write it on the form."

I don't know why, when he said this, the little curly suddenly sat up straight, but the little curly head was raised up very proudly.

The little curly stuffed the form into his hand, still biting the words solemnly: "Apply for a few more, as long as you don't waste it, anyway, I will give it to me for approval in the end..."

Zero figured out who he was imitating, and couldn't help but curiously studied for a while who was so childishly pretending to be cool, but still had no clue, so he had to thank him and take it.

"Because we are not close yet, at first, we could only meet in the living room."

Little Curly has already applied for a desk and two swivel chairs from Cocoon, and he sat upside down on the back of the chair, looking at number zero and filling out the form: "When you get more familiar, you can invite me to your office... ...If you get a little more familiar, I can visit your room."

The nib of No. [-] paused on the paper, and slowly wrote a few more words.

He put down the pen, turned sideways to look at the little curly who was sitting beside him, couldn't help stretching out his hand and rubbed it gently twice: "Will we get acquainted soon?"

"That's not necessarily the case. I temporarily pulled out this memory and made it into a cocoon, so I can't check it."

The little curly shook his head, but he looked like a child who had quickly read the answer and quickly turned back the homework and pretended nothing happened. The bright light had already flowed happily from the bottom of his eyes.

Zero was also involuntarily infected by him, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled softly.

"We'll be very, very familiar." Zero stroked the soft curls.

He suddenly came up with an idea, perhaps because he was too relaxed, so he said it subconsciously: "Before I leave, I want to heal my injuries for a while, and by the way, apply for a kindergarten teacher to help you teach those children ..."

The little curly hair looked at him, his eyes widened and he sat up straight suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Zero was a little curious, "Didn't I make this application in the track you saw?"

The little curly didn't speak, just shook his head quickly.

He seemed to be vigilant that the other party would change his mind at any time, and immediately jumped off the chair, quickly pulled across the virtual screen and manipulated his fingers for a while: "Captain, is your marksmanship good?"

"It's reasonable." No. [-] nodded. He had already understood the schedule of the "Handicraft Class". "How are you?"

"I don't know. I'm good at deciphering and reasoning, and I'm not very good at fighting."

Little Curly buried his head in typing on the keyboard, and helped him fill in his specialties: "Can you fill in your personality with cheerfulness and enthusiasm?"

"No problem." Zero came over, holding the table with one hand to watch him type, "Since this is the case, I will teach you together - if you don't know how to fight, you will be easily bullied when you are alone, learn to protect yourself .”

The little curly hair was almost wrapped in his arms, and he nodded obediently.

Zero finished filling out the application form, took the gun and the temporary teacher's ID card, and got up together with the other party.

— Not to mention those trajectories, even before he spoke, he never thought that he would suddenly have a whim and decide to stay as a kindergarten teacher for a period of time.

Maybe he just wanted to teach Curly to fight.

Maybe... just want to find a reason to stay here for a while longer.

I want them to become more and more familiar as soon as possible.

Familiar enough to be able to catch up with time, to be able to catch up with those trajectories, so familiar that as long as he stretches out his hand, he can meet the shadow running back from the end to find him.

……

Zero restrained himself.

He rummaged through the depths of his consciousness, and finally found an absolutely safe corner to write a letter to his future self.

——Don’t let the little curly hair stand alone.

——Teach Little Curly to shoot.

——Little curly hair is not good at fighting, and has a friendly personality, and he will fall down when pushed.Once there is danger...

His subconscious mind suddenly sensed the crisis, the scalpel slipped into his palm in an instant, and his left hand stretched out to protect the person behind him, but he was startled suddenly.

The scene has changed again, and it has been switched to a kindergarten teaching venue.

It's hard to come up with the right words to describe this "teaching ground" because devastation at least means that it can still be seen, and here it seems to have been reduced to ruins.

The young kindergarten assistant, who was not good at fighting, held up his sleeves and stood in front of him. He had just swung a pounced figure flying with a crackling and flashing baseball bat, and then quickly replaced it with a super high-speed electric Saw, sawing through the giant rusty arm-thick chains they had thrown down head-on.