don't open your eyes [unlimited]

While announcing the title of the book, Zhuang Die keenly noticed that the operation of the entire dreamland seemed to be triggered by a certain keyword, and new changes appeared accordingly.

People were killed in three consecutive rounds, and the shadow on the wall seems to have some kind of connection with it, and now it is almost as thick as the substance.

Even though the space in the villa has fallen into the night again, the huge black shadow spreading and clinging to the wall still gives people a particularly real and strong oppression. When it moves slowly and presses down on people, it even creates a kind of "than dark Darker" optical illusion.

The giant black shadow seems to have a certain self-awareness. It did not take Zhuang Die as its prey, but moved along the wall, spreading to the shadow cast by Zhuang Die on the wall before the darkness fell...

The next moment, Zhuang Die cooperated with the black cat to claw out decisively.

To be more precise, it was the black cat with the fried hair that instinctively swung one of its front paws.And at the same time, Zhuang Die lifted the cat up with an imposing horse step, and accurately punched the giant black shadow like a real one with a cat punch.

The action seemed to be effective, the suffocating pressure suddenly stagnated, and then disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the darkness in front of them temporarily returned to calm.

Zhuang Die hugged the black cat, and he stood there for a few seconds, then quickly put down the black cat in one go, picked up the Polaroid camera, turned on the flash, aimed and pressed the shutter.It's a pity that Ling Su's reaction speed was even faster. As soon as Zhuang Die's finger landed on the shutter, the black cat rolled quickly and dexterously avoided the camera.

The light from the flashlight was almost imperceptibly bright for a moment, and then it was completely swallowed up.

Zhuang Die punched his palm: "Ah."

Although the vision has been completely deprived by the darkness, the hearing will be relatively sharper, and it is easy to detect the familiar footsteps replacing the pads of the cat's claws.

Zhuang Die was still immersed in the regret of the second miss, put down the Polaroid, and summed up the failure experience just now: "Captain."

"..." Ling Su tidied up his clothes: "You don't have to be so disappointed, do you?"

Zhuang Die let out a sigh.

Ling Su pressed his temples, he pulled Zhuang Die to sit on the sofa, and sat cross-legged on the ground himself.

Perhaps because it was accidentally teleported to the black cat, Ling Su's vision in the dark was not affected, and he could still see most of the things in the villa that were not covered by shadows.

Seeing Xiao Curly holding the camera and sitting down with his head bowed in frustration, Ling Su sat on the carpet, and even flashed in his mind for a moment whether to turn back into a cat again, to relieve the boredom of his new partner...

It's a pity that there is still work to do right now after all.

No one knew whether the darkness could only last for 1 minute this time, Ling Su restrained his mind, held down Zhuang Die and quickly shared his discovery.

It was not an accident that this black cat appeared in the villa, nor was it a pet brought by someone.

"There is a direct connection between the cat and the dream realm. After exchanging with it, I can detect the deeply encrypted hidden information through contact with the dream realm, but I still can't unlock the dream realm."

"It is still possible to restore the fragments left by the disintegration of consciousness, but the dream domain needs to be unlocked within six hours. If the traces on the fragments are completely erased, they will no longer be able to fuse with the original owner."

"In other words, as long as the Dream Realm is successfully unlocked within six hours, 'Cocoon' will have a way to return the fragments to the victim."

Ling Su has already prepared the draft, and explained as concisely as possible: "I speculate that the anchor point of this dream is not a specific object, but a certain 'event'. Only when this event occurs, can the anchor point be triggered and then Forced awakening, lifting the closed restrictions of the dream realm..."

With Zhuang Die's previous warning, everyone else hid back to the hiding place they chose, and the black shadow disappeared. The living room, which had been in chaos for three consecutive rounds of fighting, was completely quiet now.

Ling Su spoke very fast, Zhuang Die had already turned on the recorder, and at the same time was sorting out the information provided by Ling Su in his mind.

The so-called "event anchor point" is actually not difficult to understand.

In the unconscious state, most people have actually set up similar event warnings for dreams-for example, after working for many years and dreaming about taking an exam, most people will wake up at the moment when they hand in the blank paper that they are dreaming.And dreaming of looking for the toilet everywhere, you must wake up immediately.

In these dream fragments, "handing in a blank paper at the end of the exam" and "suddenly starting to look around for the toilet" are the event anchors.

Because the emotional experience provided by handing in a blank paper is too negative, it will trigger the self-protection mechanism of consciousness, and clearly make people realize that they are in a dream instead of reality at this moment.

As for looking for the toilet, it reminds the dreamer that it is time for this dream to end.

At this time, if you don’t wake up as soon as possible and go to the toilet immediately in reality, but blindly and optimistically believe in the toilet you found in your dream, some irreparable accidents may happen...

All in all, the event anchor is not stable enough, almost uncontrollable, and there are too many variables.

Therefore, not long after the dream began to mutate, people abandoned this method and adopted more stable personal items as anchor carriers.

……

After briefly recalling the knowledge points he had just learned before these missions, Zhuang Die suddenly realized something.

Ling Su's speech was fast and concise enough.But no matter how you say it, the time from scratching Sombra's paw to now should have already exceeded 1 minute.

After 1 minute passed, it did not enter the next round of dawn time, and Ling Su was not forced to turn back into a cat.

The villa, along with everyone in it, was shrouded in absolute darkness.

At some point, the raging and whistling wind began to howl.Even though this villa does not have doors and windows due to the particularity of the Dreamland, the sound of rain hitting the windows can still be heard, as if the raindrops are being blown down by the wind like bullets.

In the quiet darkness, the sound of the storm was so crazy that it seemed that the villa would be engulfed in the next moment.

This voice was so clear that it could not be ignored, like some kind of disturbing omen of danger, which was slowly crawling into everyone's heart with invisible pressure...

In the basement connected to the living room, a piercing scream full of fear suddenly sounded.

Ling Su stood up abruptly.

He was about to follow the sound to check, when he suddenly remembered that Zhuang Die couldn't see in this completely dark environment, so he stopped, turned around and stretched out his hand: "Come on, I'll lead you."

Zhuang Die raised his hand, Ling Su held it firmly, and led him to stand up.

In all fairness, the layout of the living room of the villa is actually quite regular.But the several chaotic fights that took place here have completely displaced the furniture, and there are many broken dishes on the floor. It is indeed very difficult to walk through the living room in the dark.

Ling Su's hands were steady, and he held Zhuang Die's wrist loosely, guiding Zhuang Die around the crooked furniture, while reminding him to avoid the broken porcelain under his feet.

"I agree with your reasoning." Ling Su whispered as he walked, "I entered the dream realm earlier than you. When I arrived, Niutou was already behaving abnormally. He just lowered his head and trembled without answering." In other people's words, Ma Lian also said that he was frightened."

And There Were None is one of Agatha Christie's most famous works.The most classic plot is that in a continuous serial killing, the murderer himself disguised himself as one of the victims in some way, and died in front of everyone's eyes.

Since this villa is carefully designed to look like the book, it is very likely that there are still some undiscovered connections with it.

It is also because of this that at first Zhuang Die suspected that the horse's face was faked through acting and makeup techniques, and tested whether he was the master of this dream realm.

"According to other people's descriptions, Niutou was once a well-known independent game developer, because the market of old game models has shrunk under the impact of holographic games, and his works have become less and less popular." Zhuang Die walked around a hand that fell to the ground. Chair, "He is good at solving secret room puzzles and horror games, which happen to be the most severely impacted by holographic technology..."

Zhuang Die suddenly realized something, touched back and forth, and found Ling Su's cuff: "Are all the people you see are animals?"

"Yes, this is a psychological protection mechanism of 'cocoon' for new employees entering the complex dream realm for the first time. The original intention is to avoid leaving too much psychological shadow in the task, but it seems that it is not very successful."

Ling Su nodded and explained: "It will be an optional mode in the future, you can turn it off... Be careful."

He turned sideways to protect Zhuang Die who almost hit the corner of the wall, and led him to the stairs leading to the basement.

In fact, Zhuang Die didn't dislike this pattern. He bumped into Ling Su's body, and was supported by his shoulders to change the direction. He couldn't help being curious: "Captain, what kind of animal am I?"

Ling Su lowered his head, watching him tugging at his sleeve, gently pressed the corner of his mouth, and unsnapped the clasp of the Polaroid.

Ling Su took no time to raise the camera, and the flash flashed weakly and quickly, revealing a black-faced little sheep with curly hair.