don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Zhuang Die squatted beside the sofa, and suddenly said "ah".

It's not that he didn't realize that the darkness had engulfed the villa, and it wasn't that he didn't realize that everyone was equally threatened with death. After all, people's panicked running and shouting were too obvious to be ignored.

However, after listening to the hound dog man's highly effective speech, a new idea suddenly popped up in Zhuang Die's mind.

The subconscious mind is the nest of dreams.

There is a huge amount of information and countless thoughts here, and the role of logic in all the rules seems to be unclear.

In other words, under the superficial logic that people believe without hesitation and that exists in every corner of daily life, there is a deeper and deeper chaotic cause and effect hidden—the latter is the real master of the subconscious , and ultimately determine what happened in the dream.

……

Of course, such an expression is a bit too complicated and esoteric.Zhuang Die started thinking from here, just because he chose such a deep beginning, which looks cool no matter how you look at it.

Returning to the present reality, Zhuang Di temporarily restrained his overly divergent thinking and touched his chainsaw.

"In the last dream, as well as in the simulated dream, the chainsaw also has settings that need to be plugged in."

"The easiest possibility to think of is that the creation in the dream is still restricted by reality to a certain extent, otherwise I can rub an Ultraman with my bare hands."

"This is the simplest explanation, but there are also many loopholes. For example, how to determine the so-called 'certain level', who decides who is the reality and the subconscious, and if you want to rub Ultraman, you should choose Tiga or Dyna... "

Zhuang Die was sorting out his thoughts when he suddenly noticed a figure in the darkness rushing towards him. He immediately pulled out a Hell Lava limited-edition heavy-duty solid metal baseball bat out of thin air, and swung it out with both hands firmly.

The baseball bat hummed heavily.

Accompanied by the dull and solid impact, a figure fell down without a word, and the sharp table knife fell at Zhuang Die's feet.

Zhuang Die's hands were also numb from the shock, he shook them vigorously, put away the dangerous objects on the ground, and hid them under the sofa cushions.

"It's also worth noting that this villa is not actually a real blackout."

"If it's just a power failure, the fireplace can still provide a weak lighting function, and my flashlight should also work normally."

Zhuang Die turned on the flashlight on the recording pen. As soon as the light appeared, it was quickly swallowed up faster than the first time, and returned to darkness.

"Although the fire cannot be observed, the temperature still exists, and it is more appropriate to describe it as 'covered by darkness'"

Zhuang Die touched the fireplace, turned the napping black cat over, and wanted to check on the male and female, but the black cat quickly escaped deftly.

Zhuang Die held the black cat's two front paws: "Sit down."

The black cat rolled three times around him.

Zhuang Die felt a little regretful, so he could only let go of his hand, and began to rummage through his memory: "Many game producers will cut corners like this. For example, the door is not actually opened, but an animation of opening the door, so as not to prevent players from standing in the wrong position. Too outrageous, stuck in the crack of the door or shot directly by the door. It is not the bullet that hits the target, but the calculated ray. After the shooting picture is given, a picture of being shot is used to satisfy the player ...Ah, I see."

He picked up the chainsaw and wanted to try his new idea, but suddenly changed his mind and put the chainsaw back on the ground.

After a few seconds, the surrounding area brightened up again.

It was as if the terrifying and oppressive darkness just now had never appeared before, and everything had returned to normal at this moment.

The flame in the fireplace was still burning, and the chandelier cast a soft light, illuminating the messy and unrecognizable living room.

Although the situation was extremely chaotic, most people at least survived until the lights were turned on.Rooster's head also woke up at some point, his memory improved this time, he didn't yell loudly, just shivered and huddled in the corner of the wall, refusing to come out no matter who pulled him.

The man with the horse face fell in another corner.

His chest was stabbed with a knife. Although he was not bleeding profusely like in reality, his body had already become a state between the original shape and the gray and white sculpture.

The horse-faced man hadn't lost consciousness yet, but he could neither move nor speak. His eyes were wide open, and the panic and panic at the moment of the attack were frozen on his slowly sculpted face.

The monkey youth rushed to the dining table and picked up several table knives to defend himself.The pig-faced man slumped back to the dining chair tiredly. He seemed to have rarely seen such a situation. He put his head in his hands and his face looked particularly ugly.

The boa constrictor man went up to the second floor at some point, and was lying on the handrail of the stairs, looking at the situation below.

"Mostly it is a fatal injury. There is no medical treatment here. It seems that it is only a matter of time."

Miss Tiger checked the victim's injuries and stood up: "Did anyone see the chess player and architect?"

The rooster's head was shaking, and he raised his finger tremblingly to Zhuang Die: "He..."

Zhuang Die's baseball bat just knocked the Houndman down. The man did not turn into a gray and white sculpture, but he obviously had concussion symptoms, and it would be difficult to wake up in a short time.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, Zhuang Die is dragging people to put on the sofa, Xunsheng raised his head friendly.

Rooster's head saw his face, as if he suddenly remembered something terrible, and quickly fainted.

……

Seeing the situation before them, the others breathed a sigh of relief.They bravely came over one after another, helped Zhuang Die drag him to the sofa, and hurriedly tied up the hunting dog man who was still in a coma.

This kind of murderer who has clearly jumped out to kill randomly is undoubtedly a huge threat to everyone at any time.

"Unexpectedly, he actually planned to kill the architect." The monkey youth tied the last knot forcefully, and finally felt relieved. "Fortunately, he didn't have time to do it. We have to find the architect and ask about the specific situation of this dream realm..."

He suddenly realized something was wrong, stopped talking, and looked around: "Where's the architect?"

Miss Hu had already searched the living room of the villa, walked back, and shook her head solemnly.

"Could it be that I was too scared and ran back to the room to hide?" The pig-faced man said hoarsely, his voice was always a little weird, as if he was deliberately hiding his real voice, "If it wasn't too dark, I would have Those who want to go back to the room, this place is too evil."

The monkey youth's eyes lit up: "Maybe! She knows every corner of this dreamland, maybe she can find a place to hide in the dark!"

Miss Hu nodded: "We'd better search this villa as a whole. Firstly, we can further confirm whether this dreamland belongs to us through the details. Secondly, this can also avoid some... other situations."

Although the hunting dog man's aura and action power did not completely match, his speech at least forcibly pointed out a point that no one had realized before.

——In this scene, those who choose to kill will not suffer no matter what.

There were two power outages at one o'clock and two o'clock respectively. No one can guarantee whether there will be a third power outage an hour later.

By that time, those who have not successfully found a hiding place in this villa will likely become the next targets to be hunted.

"Good idea." The boa constrictor man agreed, "It's a waste of time to search together, how about grouping?"

He seemed to be randomly searching among a few people, and looked at the monkey youth beside him: "We search in groups of two, and the others are divided into one or two groups, it will be faster..."

The monkey youth shook his head vigorously before he finished speaking: "No, no, I—I'm in a group with someone else."

As a popular anchor of the live broadcast of game complaints, Monkey Youth never shows mercy when making complaints about games, otherwise he would not have grudges with Niutou.

Now that Niutou has been killed, it stands to reason that he is relatively safe among the crowd.But the terrible thing is that the game made by another holographic game designer, he actually made more satirical videos, and even made a special "Don't buy it! Spicy Chicken Circle Money Game Big Inventory Series" for the other party. ...

Not to mention searching the villa in groups of two, even approaching each other, the back of the monkey youth felt inexplicably cold.

The pig-faced man also expressed that he did not want to search with others, and walked up the stairs alone.

The young monkey made a careful selection and decided to search the basement of the villa together with Ms. Hu, a lawyer.

Zhuang Die was assigned to search the bedroom with the boa constrictor man. Before going up the stairs, he purposely walked around the living room and found that the black cat had gone somewhere, so he regretfully left the warm fireplace.

……

Time passed little by little.

To Zhuang Die's surprise, the boa constrictor man was very attentive and dedicated during the search. He not only searched every room, but also checked many corners and crevices where people could never hide.

The result of this is that the progress is obviously much slower. Others have finished searching and returned to the living room, but their group has not yet searched the last bedroom.

And this last bedroom happened to be the one where Zhuang Die was sent into this dream and just woke up.

Zhuang Die stood on the stairs, looked at the clock on the first floor, and walked into the bedroom.

It is now 47:13, the man with the horse face has not completely turned into a gray and white sculpture, but his body is completely stiff and unable to move.If the previous rule is followed, in another [-] minutes, there may be a third darkness covering the entire Dreamland...

The door suddenly closed behind him.

Hearing the sound of locking, Zhuang Die recovered from his thoughts and raised his head.

The boa constrictor man was still pressing the door with one hand, and his ginger-yellow snake pupils looked at Zhuang Die with great interest, and his shadow was reflected in the thin pupils.

The cold and greasy scales were close to Zhuang Die, exuding a unique coldness.

The boa constrictor lowered his head, the bright red snake letter trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on Zhuang Die with great interest: "Who are you?"

He didn't wait for Zhuang Die to answer, and continued on: "The information says that you are a poor man, you will lose every time you gamble, but you are addicted to gambling, and you have ruined yourself. You are a standard gambler..."

Zhuang Die was sent in, indeed replacing the identity of one of them.He leaned against the door without a trace, and pressed his hands behind his back: "How do you know about me?"

"It doesn't matter, but your performance is very interesting, and it is completely different from the data."

The boa constrictor man lowered his body, his fangs flashed sharply, his hoarse voice mixed with hissing snakes: "I'm very interested in you..."

The chime of the clock suddenly rang.

The time it took for them to enter this bedroom would never have been as long as 13 minutes, but the loud bell continued to ring. Amidst the loud exclamations downstairs, the whole villa fell into darkness unexpectedly.

Zhuang Die stopped behind him with the hand that was about to pick up the chainsaw.

The other hand was faster than him.Zhuang Die just noticed that the black cat stepped on his shoulder, and there was an extra person between him and the python man out of thin air.

The man pushed Zhuang Die behind him, grabbed the python man by the neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

"Sorry, sir." In the dark, Ling Su sincerely apologized, "This is my employee, other people can't be interested."

The author has something to say:

Team Ling: Calm, covert, monitoring the audience.

Xiaozhuang: Look at the parents.