don't open your eyes [unlimited]

For nearly half a month after that, Ling Su's cooperation with the treatment made Song Huaimin full of vigilance for a while, wondering if he planned to recover as soon as possible and elope with Zhuang Die when he was not prepared.

Half a month later, Vice Captain Song's hidden worry finally became a reality.

"The instructor and Mr. Zhuang are gone?!"

The general manager of the "Cocoon" headquarters received a call from Song Huaimin just after completing the deployment of the Ark for this period.

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, tried his best to regain his senses, and lowered his voice: "What's going on... Isn't the situation very stable recently?"

Although the tide of subconsciousness can no longer be stopped, there is still some time before the reality is completely submerged.After quickly adjusting the countermeasures, the general environment has basically stabilized, and people have also begun to learn the method of cocooning in consciousness.

Everyone at the headquarters knowingly blocked the news, and even Z1 and a few people brought pea cakes to visit the sick, but they didn't leak any pressure to S0 who was recovering from his injuries.

After the cooperation is released, private institutions have a professional license for taskers.Yan Xun and hypnotist Liu Yu, as partners, formally cooperated with the special incident handling team, and the dream domain over there was also handled in an orderly manner.

With their role models, other psychological counselors have gradually joined in, and a complete dream processing system oriented to the society has been formed...

"I'm afraid that's why."

Song Huaimin frowned: "He even arranged for the night market in the team."

Seeing that Ling Su was finally motivated to work on normal occasions, Song Huaimin felt very relieved, and specially exempted him from ten inspections.

When seeing Ling Su put away the scalpel, put on the white clothes of a psychiatrist, and patiently clear up the shadows of those who were temporarily kept working in the night market... Song Huaimin occasionally lost his mind, and even felt a little unspeakable regret.

After knowing the truth of those things, Song Huaimin occasionally wondered if Ling Su hadn't been brought into that experiment, would he be like this now.

Not too indifferent nor too annoying, I am earnestly doing the job I dreamed of at the beginning, and living a stable, peaceful and happy life with the people I like.

……

Just when all the shadows in custody have been properly dealt with, those who should be kept and those who should return to normal life, Vice Captain Song was so moved that he couldn't help making an exception and drank a glass of wine with the brother in charge of the night market ...These two guys eloped from a stable, peaceful and happy life.

Song Huaimin didn't feel much vigilance at first, thinking that Ling Su was just too bored to lie down, and if he abducted Zhuang Die to go shopping and watch a movie, nothing major would happen.

Until he sat down to watch those self-criticisms, he unexpectedly received a sincere thank you letter from Ling Su.

Vice-captain Song dropped the letter and rushed out of the office, looking for these two people to find the present, only to find that the two of them had disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

The person in charge frowned, and said in a low voice, "It's like the instructor resigned suddenly..."

"That's what I'm worried about." Song Huaimin said anxiously, "Where will the two of them go at a time like this? Is there any danger?"

The person in charge was also clueless. Just as he was about to speak, his heart sank suddenly: "...Deputy Captain Song."

Just now, all the memories and impressions about Ling Su and Zhuang Die suddenly blurred in his mind without warning.

Like a handful of quicksand that can't be grasped, it keeps flowing along the gap.It was like a dream again, and within a few seconds of waking up, he had already forgotten most of the contents involuntarily and quickly.

Song Huaimin undoubtedly noticed this change, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?!"

"It has to be as soon as possible... We have to keep strengthening the memory about them."

"They went to 'nothing,'" said the chief executive.

"Any individual who enters nothingness, their existence itself, will be gradually erased from everyone's cognition."

The person in charge quickly explained: "That's why the instructor had to keep reviewing the things about Mr. Zhuang—as long as there is one person who remembers, people in the void will have an exit to return to reality."

"Got it." Song Huaimin had no doubt that he would remember it. No matter what happened, he would never forget to beat Ling Su, the unreliable captain, with his own hands. "What are they doing there?"

The person in charge has no idea for the time being. He is urgently sending emails to other people in the headquarters: "Maybe they thought of some other way. It's dangerous, but it's more effective than escaping..."

The person in charge suddenly paused, and he stood up abruptly, staring at the constantly changing monitoring data on the screen of "Cocoon".

——The essence of the rising tide of the subconscious is actually the collapse caused by excessive information pouring in one after another.

When Ling Su was an instructor, he had explained this to them...but they didn't realize the connection at the time.

The time for the organ "brain" to be officially used, developed and explored is only a few million years.

More than 2000 million years ago, when a forest ancient ape was riding on a tree, beating his chest and roaring, he never thought that his brain would one day be under the pressure of this level of information flow.

The evolution and development of human beings can never catch up with the new round of information explosion brought about by technological innovation. The extremely inflated amount of information will always quickly exceed the speed that humans can understand and accept, and these information will trigger unimaginable The number of cognitive distinctions and conscious activities.

So no matter how you escape, the subconscious mind will be severely overloaded again on the existing basis, and it is only a matter of time from the establishment of the next "reality" to the next high tide.

"The automatic program of 'Cocoon' once detected abnormal consciousness fluctuations in Mr. Zhuang...that is not an abnormality from the realm of the dead."

The person in charge said: "It's 'nothingness', Mr. Zhuang can still find a way to that gap in the world."

In the face of overloaded information flow, there is another way besides reclamation and building new safety islands at higher places.

"If I'm not mistaken." The chief person in charge said in a low voice, "The instructor and Mr. Zhuang... are trying to bring the rising tide of information from the subconscious into nothingness."

……

Ling Su stopped.

He seemed to have noticed something, turned on the background monitoring of "Cocoon" and looked: "..."

Zhuang Die was a little curious: "Captain?"

Holding the chainsaw running at high speed, he adjusted the angle and continued to expand the cracks in the boundary of the entire space: "Has there been any changes in the real world?"

"There's been a change." Ling Su's mood was a bit complicated, "The chief person in charge is leading other people to memorize our resumes, and the deputy captain is stabbing my villain... If we don't go back, Lao Song will use up all your resumes. Number of draws."

Zhuang Die: "..."

Ling Su looked at the vigilant little curly hair, coughed lightly, and smiled slightly: "It seems that we have to be more careful."

He made a special trip back to their farm, collected a lot of seeds, and now he is slowly planting hot peppers and corn cannons on the ground, and he also brought in a group of tireless zombies to help wade out the canal.

"It can be seen that your cocoon is working very hard and has been expanding the scope of dreams."

Ling Su was very pleased: "The rules have already covered this kind of place... I was wrong."

He raised his right hand and took the initiative to review and correct his words: "Our cocoon."

Teacher Xiao Zhuang, who was staring at him seriously, was satisfied at this point, pursed his lips and nodded, and carried the chainsaw to other places to cut the gap.

Ling Su was smashed by "their cocoon" on the back of a small half of a colored brick, grabbed it, and placed it on the embankment used to guide the water flow.

He slowly rubbed his neck, raised his eyes, looked at the little curly who was humming and concentrating on his work, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

... This feeling is actually a little strange.

They know that this kind of thing is very dangerous. If they are not careful, they may be submerged in the torrent of subconsciousness, or fall into the depths of nothingness forever-and they have tried both of them separately, and each is terribly difficult.

If you sum up all the nightmares the two of them have had and put them in order, those two dreams are probably the worst.

But it was such two bad dreams, because they got together, they suddenly became not bad at all.

Although I am very sorry for the furious deputy captain, when summarizing the information and making plans with Zhuang Die, Ling Su still had strong excitement and anticipation because of the matter of "running off with Little Curly to take risks".

They go on adventures together, do very dangerous and crazy things together, and try to find ways to protect the reality that they exist together.

Let's go to the end of the world together.

Ling Su dashed over and grabbed Zhuang Die in time, avoiding the turbulent flow coming in from the crack.

The water level rose rapidly, and in just a few breaths, the raging and roaring waves rushed to the front.

Probably finally reached a certain node, the explosive growth of information flow engulfed countless dreams, rushed in from countless gaps, big and small, poured into the drainage canal opened earlier, and then rushed into the land of nowhere. The end of nothingness.

Ling Su held Zhuang Die tightly to his chest, and they avoided the most intense water waves, temporarily sheltering on the safety island that had been prepared.

The howling torrent rushed violently, the subconscious weight belonging to the whole world poured down, countless shadows lingered and shuttled, and the chill spread.

Zhuang Die hugged Ling Shu's shoulder with his arms, and the same cold and pure layer of ice blocked the coldness, and blocked the edges and corners of countless sharp or jagged dreams.

The environment has quickly frozen the exhaled air into ice, but they all saw the burning eagerness in each other's eyes.

For this operation, the probability of success calculated by "Cocoon" is as high as 67.92%, but the probability of the actor returning to the real world is infinitely close to zero.

As soon as the result was calculated, Yu Yu hurriedly wanted to erase it and start over...but it was still a step too late.

Regardless of Ling Su or Zhuang Die, their requirements for "reality" are far less strict.

To be submerged together by the torrent of the subconscious is to become two clouds that float together forever, two trees that grow together forever, or two winds that never rest.

Fall together into the depths of nothingness, then plant a field of roses in the depths.

Freeze into the ice floe together, then have the best dream just the two of them

……

"It's not a complete plan."

Someone spoke in the deafening roar of the water: "Mr. Black Cat, Mr. Sheep."

Ling Su firmly held the scalpel fixed at a safe point with one hand, and protected Zhuang Die with one arm, wiped off the cold water waves, and raised his eyes.

The never-falling skull flag emerged from the waves.

A young man with bright short blonde hair and blue eyes stood at the bow of the ship. He was dressed like the best painter, but also like a born pirate.

Ivan rolled up the cable, stood on the tall mast, and threw the ladder down.

Eckert dragged the two of them up, his hand on the ladder remarkably steady, taming the chaotic waves with ease, like reining in the most violent horse.

The tulips on his chest are still in full bloom, and the aroma is stronger and warmer than before.The young liar supported them to stand firm, politely saluted with one hand in the pouring rain, and conjured two silk roses.

They seem to have found many acquaintances in the land of the dead.

The shop owner took several gulps of real gin and slapped his gun hard, taking it as evidence of the bounty hunter's prestige, and preemptively demarcated the territory after the flood receded.

The pirates who opened the tavern resumed their old business and formed a mighty pirate fleet. The skull and skull flag unceremoniously cut through the wind and waves, and got into the monstrous waves that they had matured too early.

This time no one is robbing them of a small port.

Piloted by the Son of Ghost, the pirate fleet sang loudly, brazenly fighting against the storm at sea, and taming the ferocious waves one after another.

In the increasingly turbulent and turbulent waves, huge mechanical creations slowly surfaced.

"Dad! Look at that big iron guy!"

The guests on the deck shook the wine bottles, laughing loudly without fear: "Snatch it! This is much more impressive than your little broken wooden boat!"

"Get out, get out!" the tavern owner became furious, and waved the carefully crafted Fischer sword, "Why don't you grab it!"

Of course, the pirates had thought about the mysterious giant long ago, but they had been taught a lesson countless times—they had never seen this at that time, and who knew that this whale-like iron bump was called a submarine !

I don't know how many times they beat it, but they didn't even cut through the skin of that iron bump!

The tavern owner made up his mind, picked up the broadsword and the sailor's knife, and set an example of losing the battle, but the submarine had slowly stopped in front of them.

The periscope turned around to confirm its position, and the lookout was pushed open from the inside out.

The tavern owner's eyes widened: "Sunflower Gardener!"

Gus took off his sailor cap and greeted Ling Su and Zhuang Die.

The captain came out with a hot cup of coffee. When he saw Zhuang Die, he got up abruptly, and shot at the two of them with a ghostly figure: "Stinky boy, how dare you lie to me—Gus told me, a There can't be six Sevens of Hearts in the card!"

Zhuang Die blinked, looked at the other party's bluffing anger, and took out the deck of playing cards from his pocket: "Shall we play now?"

The captain didn't expect that he would not cooperate at all. He drank the colorful cup of coffee in disappointment, shook his head and strode back: "No, no, I quit playing cards."

"We don't play cards now, and there's a lot of work on the farm."

Gus also jumped onto the deck from the submarine, and stretched out his hand to support the captain: "We have taken a fancy to this place and want to use it as a new seaport."

"We fell in love first!" The owner of the goods store stood up unwilling to show weakness, "Then, that, and that one..."

"Okay, okay." The captain held up the binoculars, "Then we want that piece. If you have the skills, don't come to us for cheats and ask us how to grow tulips so that they bloom well..."

"Nothingness" has infinite space.

They received an urgent call for help from a cocoon, and they rushed over in a hurry, not really fighting for territory, nor really wanting to fight.

The two captains got together quickly and skillfully made a clear division of labor.

The pirates fought against the out-of-control waves and swiftly salvaged the drifting dreamland inside, and those thugs disguised as porters skillfully moved and sorted out the dreamland.

The huge submarine was firmly on the other side, and the sailors on the boat worked together to stop the turbulent current.

Gus raised his head and looked at Zhuang Die and Ling Su.

It was the first time for the staid lookout to see these two people with his own eyes. He bowed his head again, this time for a belated thank you—he put on his sailor cap: "We have attracted the glacier."

It was the first time for a submarine to take on this kind of work. They floated on the sea, sailed all the way from the land of the dead, and brought countless huge blue glaciers.

A glacier rescued from that nightmare by the cooperation of pioneers from both worlds.

Ling Su reflexively plugged his ears tightly.

"Is this 'the nothingness'?"

"Isn't this very lively! Where is the nothingness?"

"Stupid, it's lively because we're all here. Of course, this place was blank before we came."

"It's a nice place, but isn't it too far from reality?"

"Isn't it better to be far away?"

"This distance is just right. We don't need to consider the impact on the real world. We are absolutely free."

"I think it's a good place here, with so much information to cheer you up, and so many dreams."

"We can use this information to build new worlds here."

"It's not the realm of the dead."

"It is a new world that can be reached after death."

……

Amidst the countless conversations, the endless blue glacier roared forward.

After being rescued from the nightmare that carried the "future", they have been searching for a more stable shelter.

The glaciers move slowly, cutting wider and steeper chasms.

They completely left the former world where they temporarily lived, and collectively moved to the depths of the world's gaps, accommodating countless information flows pouring down and collapsing, turning this place into an endless ice field.

The glaciers guard the edge of the world, freezing the water flow that has been completely divided and tamed, releasing the pure and bright sunlight that has been stored for tens of millions of years.

This light has been stored in the deepest part of the glacier.

They ignore time and space, and come from the first action of raising one's head and looking into the distance when the concept of "world" appears.

From all living beings who have produced the consciousness of "I".

"We'll be growing a lot of flowers here."

Ivan came over and held Eckert's hand: "What will the reality be like in the future?"

"There will probably be some very subtle changes... For example, dreams will become less logical, more fragmented and stream-of-consciousness, and you can no longer visit and chat in dreams."

Ling Su thanked Gus, and took the hot coffee with Zhuang Die: "For example, 'existence' has become an absolutely objective physical principle. For example, although the trajectory still exists, it still retains the possibility of being rewritten, but it cannot be detected arbitrarily. "

Ling Su smiled: "There won't be any more."

"That's nice, you can rename the track and call it 'Destiny'."

The captain came over and handed the last piece of thin ice that stored sunlight to Zhuang Die, to their first and last pioneers.

A tram quietly emerged, opened the door, and stopped on the cold and clean ice field.

It awaits passengers who are about to depart.

The huge glacier hanging at the end of the world is very cool, but it is not quiet at all, every consciousness is busy saying hello, thanking and saying goodbye to both of them at the same time, every piece of ice is talking endlessly.

"Come to us later, preferably another 100 years."

"To go everywhere, to interesting places, to meet interesting people."

"Treasure every second and waste every second."

"Be happy all the time, and always do what makes you happy."

"Live your life well."

……

"If you want to see us, just have a dream."

Bright and hard ice crystals escort the train, painting the most beautiful ice flowers on every window, spreading all the way to the exit leading to reality.

"Leave it to us here, and you should return there."

The captain raised his hand, pointing to the calm reality: "Boys, it's time for you to go home."

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The author has something to say:

After thinking about it all night, I still feel that it is too complete to stop here, and it is difficult to add any words.

So let's stop here abruptly, like a dream together.

Really very very very thankful to everyone for coming to the last chapter of this story. This is probably the least popular subject I have ever written, but I still like this story very, very, very much. (If it is convenient, please rate everyone, thank you for your hard work!)

Dr. Yan's clean puppet will appear as the protagonist in "Big Hammer". If there are new episodes and short stories, they will probably be written in that book.

Love everyone.

I wish you all the best dreams.