don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Ling Su opened his eyes amidst the smell of the potion.

He seemed to have had a very long dream, dreaming of many past events buried in his memory after a long absence.

The person next to the bed was wearing a coat and was sleeping lightly with his arms on his head.As soon as he noticed the slight movement beside him, he sharply raised his head and quickly grabbed his hand.

Ling Su blinked slightly.

In the gradually clear vision, he found his little curly hair at a glance.

. . . Of all the recorded experiences of man, there are probably few happier feelings to be found.

Ling Su tried to move his fingers a little bit, let them catch Zhuang Diezheng's hand that was holding him firmly, and slowly tapped twice on the palm of Little Curly Hair.

It was difficult for him to control the smile that flowed out of his eyes. Even though the injury on his left shoulder was still so painful that he was covered in cold sweat when he moved, and the oxygen mask was in the way, it didn't affect Ling Su's good mood at all.

—he lost his star, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be nothing but a long-gone nightmare.

He woke up from the nightmare, and saw his favorite person at a glance, who was going to sit in a rocking chair and bask in the sun together on the day when he was too old to walk.

The ease, joy and relief that are so beautiful that they almost make people cry will make people appreciate reality like never before.

……

Because of this good mood, Ling Su actively cooperated with the doctor's examination like never before, and even took the initiative to ask for half a painkiller, and concentrated on memorizing and reciting all the healing and recovery procedures.

Song Huaimin has been running missions outside without sleep for the past few days. When he heard that Ling Su had woken up, he rushed back to the hospital without stopping and watched the whole process in person.

When Deputy Captain Song arrived, Ling Su was lying on the hospital bed with one arm held by the little curly hair, honestly letting the doctor check the wound and change the dressing.

He felt powerless, and watched as the deputy captain took out his mobile phone and prepared to record: "Old Song, there is no need to record this kind of thing..."

"It is necessary, very necessary."

Song Huaimin didn't give him any face at all, holding up his mobile phone to record everything in detail, and by the way, left a special close-up of the cold sweat on Ling Su's forehead.

Smoking is not allowed in the ward, Vice Captain Song chewed mints viciously while recording the video to refresh himself: "Next time someone works overtime while seriously injured and comatose, please submit this precious information to the headquarters of 'Cocoon', so that Everyone watches and learns."

Ling Su: "..."

Zhuang Die summed up the captain's sense of loss as not having any candy.

The little curly hair is very mobile, and after consulting with the doctor about the feasibility, he asked the vice-captain for a mint candy of the same style, and gave Ling Su a cool and sweet kiss with mint.

Song Huaimin was lowering his head to save the video, and when he looked up, he found Ling Su reaching for the oxygen mask again: "What's wrong?! Can't breathe again?"

"It's okay." Ling Su's spirit was exceptionally radiant, and he smugly leaned into Xiao Curly's arms to inhale oxygen, "Old Song, you don't understand, this is the happiness and enrichment brought by work..."

Song Huaimin stared at him suspiciously for a long time, sent away the medical staff who were in turmoil, and pulled a chair to sit beside the bed.

Ling Su leaned on Zhuang Die's shoulders, slowly recovering from the dizziness brought about by happiness and fulfillment.

He took off the mask: "Old Song, outside—"

"What's outside?" Song Huaimin frowned, and interrupted before he finished speaking, "You still want to run out and make trouble? Is the wound not painful enough for you?!"

Ling Su immediately put the oxygen mask back on his face.

The person in charge opened the door and came in, just in time to see the instructor being scolded, and quickly shut his mouth.

He looked at Vice-captain Song who could make the instructor stare honestly. He didn't know who to be afraid of first, and instinctively stood in the corner: "Team Song, instructor, Mr. Zhuang."

Ling Su nodded with him.

Another week has actually passed since the chaotic shooting at the movie theater.

Due to the crazy experiment back then, a part of Ling Su's nervous system was irreversibly damaged, and several dangerous complications appeared after the operation.It wasn't until this morning that his physical condition was completely stable, and he was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

Zhuang Die guarded him every step of the way. It was calm in the ward, but nothing happened outside.

Looking at the dark circles under the eyes of the general manager and deputy captain Song, it is not difficult to guess that neither the headquarters of "Cocoon" nor the special incident handling team have been able to relax at all these days.

Not only busy processing the list given by Ling Su - the subconscious ocean is constantly rising, the scope of dream changes is getting wider and wider, and many people even have hallucinations when they are awake.

The person in charge didn't dare to hide Ling Su's secrets, so he clarified the situation in a few words under Song Huaimin's raised eyebrows, and quickly added: "But 'cocoon' can still handle it, the instructor—"

"I know." Ling Su said.

The person in charge stopped talking in surprise.

Ling Su didn't explain much, but raised his uninjured hand and slowly rubbed his neck twice.

"...Instructor."

The person in charge looked at his expression, but still couldn't hold it back, and asked the question that he wanted to ask when he confirmed Zhuang Die's identity before: "This large-scale subconscious tide...is it the first time?"

When Ling Su took Zhuang Die to the headquarters to enter his identity, they were on the sidelines of the training field, and they actually wanted to ask this question clearly.

There's more to the world these days than just "some people start waking up and dreaming."

It is "knowledge" that is invading the world.

This is a very subtle and imperceptible change, and most of the time even no abnormalities can be found.It just seems that there are more and more hesitation, confusion and confusion and anxiety, and the cognition poured into the environment seems to be able to change a person more and more easily.A label, a feeling, a sentence of unknown truth and a fragment without beginning and end seem to be enough as a criterion for judging.

If you switch your perspective to the subconscious level, you can see that there seem to be countless information flows floating around everyone's consciousness.

They are slowly gathering, subtly changing everything in this world, just like——

"It's like the world of 'the other shore' that Z1 and the others got lost in the dreamland." Ling Su said.

The person in charge was silent for a few seconds before nodding: "...Yes."

For a certain moment, they even vaguely worried, whether the so-called "reality" is actually just an eternal long dream that all human beings have fallen into collectively...

"It's not that serious."

Ling Su felt that his breathing was much smoother, and while Vice Captain Song was not paying attention, he quietly removed the mask: "But this is indeed not the first high tide."

In reality, it is impossible to detect any changes in the trajectory.

"We're guessing that the 'rising tide' has happened many times."

Ling Su said: "Every time you are completely swallowed by the ocean of subconsciousness, you have to create a new 'reality'."

Before the earliest high tides, perhaps the place where consciousnesses would have lived was like the land of the dead.

There is no clear-cut "self", no time that can only flow in one direction, no strict rules, only countless flowing consciousness and fantastic dreams...

After being submerged by the rising waters, the collection of consciousness decided to modify the flow of time to be "irreversible".

——This revision made the world stop drifting with the tide, break through the water and emerge, becoming the reality of that time.

After being overwhelmed again, the collectives of consciousness decided to define the concept of "self".

——This time the revision completely separated the world from the subconscious, and each consciousness began to have a clear "I", which became the reality of that time.

After being submerged again, the people who saved the world decided to start exploring the strict rules that only belong to the real world.

——In this long process, countless remaining memories have become "faith" and "totem"... It is amazing that the memories related to a great flood are preserved in many unrelated cultures Origin legend.

Overwhelmed again, people began to use science to overcome blindness, and the clear rules that were constantly explored and summarized made everything begin to follow.

Overwhelmed again, people began to explore the field of psychology, and began to study dreams and reality, subconscious and consciousness.

Submerged again, people began to work together to weave a huge cocoon in their dreams.

……

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, this is just a hypothesis... The point is not this."

Ling Su smiled: "The point is, according to this simulated theory, the 'reality' we are in is actually created by the last submerged world."

To use the simplest analogy - it's like reclamation.

When the current reality is about to be submerged, fill in a more solid and stable land, and let everyone live there.

The person in charge at least kept up with this step: "The last submerged world is what we think of as the other side..."

Ling Su nodded lightly: "When the subconscious ocean rises again and the first drop of sea water touches our world, 'cocoon' will automatically open the administrator privilege to modify reality."

"Aren't you always curious, what have I done in the three years since I retired?"

Ling Su suddenly changed the subject without warning: "I'm going to be a kindergarten teacher."

The person in charge was stunned: "What?"

Ling Su gently squeezed Zhuang Die's hand, and he managed to grind a small half of sugar from Mr. Zhuang's hand. He assured again and again that he would just taste a little bit of sweetness slowly in his mouth, and put the sugar on the tip of his tongue contentedly.

……

He was lucky.

After fifty complete failures in the assessment, he was forced out of the system and came to his senses.

In order to ensure that he would not go crazy, he added a lot of hints to that memory, went through the retirement formalities urgently, and got a name that belonged to him.

After that, Ling Su has been wandering with that cocoon.

He took over the job of the little curly-haired teaching assistant, and took the smartest and best cocoon from the realm of the dead to get to know "human beings" bit by bit, to understand the difference between subconsciousness and reality, and to use the most complicated Codes and programs explain emotions.

It took Ling Su more than two years, almost day and night, to read all the humanities works he could collect. He filled the bookshelf with one book after another, and tirelessly put them all into his mind inside.

These will become the nourishment for the "cocoon" to learn and understand human beings.

To be completely honest about that experience... the cocoon didn't really like him very much.

After gradually being able to predict the trajectory of reality, Cocoon was always making trouble for him in the dark—he went to work in a chain store, and the owner disappeared with the entire turnover of the store next month; Unsanitary conditions were found...

But Ling Su was still not angry at all, and still let the cocoon draw the third lottery for him, and went to set up a stall in a night market street where the road was about to be built.

Until the accuracy of "Cocoon"'s trajectory calculation has been raised to a very reliable level, not only did he just happen to go out to set up a stall on a rainy day, but also just happened to be splashed with muddy water on his apron by a passing car, and his hands were blown away by the wind. After stepping on a banana peel and slipping and falling into a puddle... Ling Su was finally relieved.

The road was deserted by the torrential rain.He lay with his face up in the rain, looking at the heavy cloud that seemed to be right in front of him.

Everything he saw looked like little curly hair—raindrops, wind, a chick poking its head out of curiosity under the eaves, a leaf fluttering in the wind.

His heart hurts, and he doesn't know if it's because of the cocoon or because of him.He felt that the ice balls in every blood vessel in his body seemed to melt instantly, scrambling to drip out of his eyes.

That was the second year, eight months and 29 days since he lost Zhuang Die.

The second-generation cocoon has been built and is evolving stumblingly. Every time it makes a mistake, it will be scolded by the task summary handed in by the instructor three years ago.

...it's time to continue evolving and iterating.

He put his hands on his heart, and through the skin, muscles and bones, he patiently and gently patted it slowly until the childish teasing and venting turned into grievances.

That soft, beautiful hollow cocoon glowing with silver luster, full of unspeakable grievances that wanted to cry out loud, ran rampant in his consciousness, almost breaking a hole in his safe house, Let all the rain outside pour in.

……

After retiring, Ling Su used his authority for the first time, and sent the cocoon left to him by Zhuang Die to the headquarters as the third-generation cocoon to be upgraded.

Cutting off all the contacts in the past three years with his own hands, watching those memories like rainwater falling into the sea, disappearing bit by bit into the subconscious world, Ling Su actually worried about his future for a short time.

Considering that the second and third generation of artificial intelligence will be together in the future and will be responsible for protecting the two worlds together, one will be completely useless by him, and the other will lose his favorite little curly hair... Ling Su is really serious I have considered whether to work for Dr. Yan.

But he still strictly abided by the agreement with Little Curly.

After the long-anticipated dream change really came, Ling Su accepted the call again and became the captain of the special incident handling team.

Ling Su concentrates on his work, on saving people in his dreams, on what Teacher Xiaozhuang likes best...and on fishing.

He buried himself under a pile of pillows on the sofa, picked up his old job as a pioneer, and entered that absolutely empty space through the administrator authority of "Cocoon".

There is no assistance from the "cocoon" there, and memory, experience, and cognition are of no use.

But fortunately, Ling Su has never run out of patience.

He didn't know how much memory little curly hair had left, so he simply pasted colorful small advertisements everywhere he could go, with words such as "sleeping with pay, enjoying a happy life" and so on. Seductive slogan.

He poked signposts everywhere he could see, pointing to the exit to the real world.

After completing the six-day small advertisement posting work for No.90, Ling Su took it for granted that he built a canopy under the leaky roof and skillfully tidied up his safe house.

Because the parting was too hasty, Ling Su lost the keys to his house, and there was almost nothing from that time as a commemoration... Only the money fan's piggy bank still kept in mind that "there is gold in the book". House", followed him all the way to pick up money.

Ling Su usually doesn't care about it stealing his memory, but if he doesn't pay attention, those extremely limited clear pictures that have been copied countless times will be wet by the rain, and an inconspicuous corner will be bitten off .

Ling Su rushed over and grabbed the piggy bank who was about to escape.

Holding the piggy bank, he shook it vigorously for a long time, and poured out a vast pile of waste paper.

Ling Su opened one by one, trying to find the small piece of his diary that was eaten, but suddenly froze in place when he opened one of them.

There were handwritings on it that he was very familiar with... It was a colorful wishing paper.

【Want sleep. 】

[I want to use the hair dryer after twelve o'clock. 】

In the corner of the paper is a messy little sheep drawn by accident.