don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Zhuang Die still failed to capture a photo of the black cat.

After all, Ling Su's movements were one step faster than his - even though Zhuang Die had tried his best to speed up the transformation of the camera, when he pressed the shutter, Ling Su had calmly changed back from the black cat.

The flash light flickered and then went out, and only Ling Su's own image was left on the photo paper that was slowly spit out by the Polaroid.

The collapse of the dream realm has spread to them.

The broken space wraps the Polaroid tape, and rolls it into the broken pixel world.Zhuang Die regretted losing a game, and let go of his hand with a sigh of regret.

In the next second, another hand stretched out in front of him, and accurately picked up the photo along the broken edge.

"Very handsome." Ling Su looked at the photo, "Can you give it to me?"

Zhuang Die nodded listlessly.

Ling Su put away the photos, looked at the curly-haired black-faced little sheep with drooping ears, hesitant to speak.

He scratched his hair, thought for a while, but still had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, I'll change it again, and promise not to tell others..."

The black cat nimbly rolled in mid-air, and was about to come over to rub its partner comfortingly, when the hair on the back of its neck suddenly exploded.

Zhuang Die looked up for a second, took out a new Polaroid camera, and aimed at the black cat with piercing eyes.

……

[It has been detected that Dreamland Crisis No. 1907 (Class B) has been successfully resolved, and it is about to enter the routine awakening process for employees. 】

[Number of people rescued: 11 people (including the dream master), degree of completion: complete (subsidiary achievements have been achieved, and can be viewed in the employee's personal dream domain). 】

[Reward: 24763 points, including 50 chances for free lottery draws. 】

[Congratulations on successfully passing the new employee entry review. Your personal dream domain has been connected to the LAN Monternet, which allows for the initiation of communication and the establishment of temporary paths. 】

[The task contribution value exceeds 50%, and additional rewards are obtained: the clothing column has been unlocked, and the personal image auxiliary adjustment function has been turned on (the image must comply with relevant regulations, details can be viewed in the employee's personal dream domain). 】

……

As soon as he returned to his personal space with only floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, Zhuang Die heard a synthesized mechanical sound.

"The last number was 1872. Has the dream crisis happened so frequently?"

Zhuang Die hummed a tune that only he knew, put away the photos contentedly, returned to the virtual screen, and carefully read the mission briefing this time.

"According to this mission, the impact caused by the mutation at the dream level has already shown signs of invading the real world..."

"There are more and more abnormal dream fields, so the special incident handling team needs to expand its recruitment."

"In this way, perhaps soon it will no longer be called a 'special event', but will eventually become a routine phenomenon that accompanies everyday life."

"...In other words, there should be a shortage of people in this job, so there is no need to worry about losing your job in a short time."

According to the serial number and interval time of the two missions, Zhuang Die did a simple mental calculation of the current occurrence frequency of the abnormal dream field, and at the same time quickly muttered: "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

Although it seemed useless, because of repeating it too many times, his speed of counting sheep had already reached its peak, and when it was approaching the limit, it was almost as if he was chanting some mysterious summoning spell.

However, even in a fantasy dream where a magic summoner reasonably exists, this kind of low-level spell can only summon a flock of sheep at best...

Zhuang Die did not indulge too much in rambling associations, he recited the spell he invented with great interest, and clicked on the personal background panel on the virtual screen.

The first thing that caught his attention was the extra "subsidiary achievement".

There was no such item in the settlement of the last mission.Zhuang Die studied the screen for a long time, found the "Achievements" column on the panel and clicked on it, and he found the extra new content.

Below his personal information, there was an extra badge with a shotgun painted on it.

The badge is in color and can be browsed. Zhuang Die tried to click it, and then a new page popped up, which concisely and clearly explained the official processing results of the Boa Constrictor Man and others in reality.

Although the time for the dream to mutate was only three months, the first batch of related laws had been urgently promulgated with extremely high efficiency—this kind of behavior that intentionally hurts others in the dream and seizes the consciousness of others has been clearly defined in nature. Defined, and will not be indulged and tolerated just because it only happened in a dream.

Seeing the detailed relevant provisions in the appendix, Zhuang Die was a little surprised at first, but after thinking about it again, it was very necessary.

Compared to reality, it costs almost nothing to hurt someone in a dream.

Just like this incident, it is hard to guarantee that some people will use similar methods to hurt people they hate, envy or hate.There may not even be a clear reason, just to satisfy a certain psychology, indiscriminately hurting people in the dream for fun...

Even with the current increase in the dream of mutations, it may be difficult to achieve comprehensive supervision, but as long as there are clear legal provisions as the bottom line, there must be a warning and deterrent effect.

For this mission, due to his major contributions in related events, Zhuang Die also won the "Hunter" badge.

The role of this "Hunter" badge is very clear - when Zhuang Die was looking at the appendix, the light beams had intertwined and converged on the storage table beside him. Standard pistol.

It seemed that Vice Captain Song's gun of the same style was probably also obtained through this medal.

Zhuang Die is just an ordinary person who abides by the law and has never been to Hawaii, so he doesn't know how to use a gun, and he has no interest in this kind of hot weapon.

He picked up the gun and played with it casually for a while, then pulled out his daring cloak and put it on his body, posed a few cool gun poses, and then continued to look down at his other achievements.

The reward points are higher than those of the last mission, probably related to the difficulty rating and the like.After Zhuang Die becomes a full-time employee, the reward points will be stored in the personal background, which can be used to buy lucky draw opportunities, and can also be exchanged 1:1 at any time and transferred to his salary card.

The rewards given by "Cocoon" are not unreasonable. Zhuang Die only slept twice, and his personal assets have been raised from "extremely poor" to "small savings".

If things go on like this, as long as he can resist buying chances to draw a lottery, he will soon be able to get rid of poverty and become rich...

Zhuang Die firmly held his right hand and continued to look down.

The so-called local area Monternet is actually the internal communication channel of the special incident handling team.After joining, you can chat with others privately, or you can temporarily create a Dreamland Fellowship, and invite other people to come to your dreamland as guests.

As for the additional rewards this time, unlocking costumes and assisting personal image adjustments, it is more like a large-scale dress-up game.Just click on the "Dress Up" column, there are different types of clothing to choose from, and even hairstyles and skin colors can be customized.

What's even more exaggerated is that there is also a lucky draw here, and the prizes are those official limited edition costumes that are so cool at first glance...

Zhuang Die sat on the ground in disbelief.

He looked at his number of lottery draws, raised his hand and tugged at the little curly hair on the top of his head.

——Fifty free lottery draws may seem like a lot, but in fact, it is only five ten consecutive draws.

It is necessary to draw interesting props and furniture to decorate the private dream domain, plus beautiful limited-edition small clothes...

Zhuang Die couldn't help but look up at the balance that he had just begun to fill.

The next second, he quickly supported his head with both hands, turned his head forcibly, and let the unobvious lottery number purchase button out of sight: "Ah!"

…For some reason, he suddenly felt the deep evil taste of the designer of "Cocoon".

……

When Ling Su finished writing the mission report and initiated an application for connecting the Dream Realm with Zhuang Die, the other party hadn't been able to get out of this difficult game.

Zhuang Die only used up three free lottery chances and was reluctant to use them again.He had drawn once each for props, furniture, and clothing, and was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his cloak folded aside.

In front of him, there are "wristbands with embroidered legs", "luxury chandelier that will never fall" and "Jack the Ripper limited set".

Everything's cool, which means there's little to no waste in picking draws.But the more it is like this, the more people can't help but want to smoke again...

Ling Su didn't walk in. After Zhuang Die confirmed the connection application, he was directly transported to Zhuang Die's private dream realm: "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Die's head was covered with messy curly hair, and he looked up blankly.

Ling Su: "..."

"Lucky draw?" He coughed lightly, and walked to Zhuang Die's side, "What did you get?"

Zhuang Die directed the light to install the chandelier, and put the wristband on the wrist of his left hand.

Similar to the effect of the cloak, Zhuang Die put on the wristbands, and there were shocking, simple and mysterious large-scale tattoos on his two arms and legs instantly.

The Jack the Ripper limited edition suit on the side consists of a black top hat, a white mask and a pure black stand-up collar cape, and the bottom is black trousers and hunting boots.

Hunting boots are strong enough to block most physical damage from the outside, yet comfortable inside.Although the black cloak has no pattern, the fabric is thick and soft, and the tailoring is extremely exquisite. It can go to a fashion show only by its shape.

"Isn't it good?" Ling Su swallowed back the consolation he had prepared, "This kind of luck is considered very good in the team."

To be honest, Ling Su even looked a little envious—every time he drew a lottery, he could only get some "chairs with a hundred feet" and "roofs with continuous rain". It turned out to be a Superman limited edition.

As we all know, Superman not only wears a blue tights and a red cape, but even his underwear is on the outside...

This kind of dress works very well in the comics, but in reality, no matter how you adjust it, you will be somewhat suspected of being a hooligan, and you may even be forcibly arrested by Vice Captain Song.

Ling Su decided again and again, or put the suit at the bottom of the box, and quit the lottery ever since.After that, the lottery rewarded by the system had accumulated quite a lot, but out of absolute lack of confidence in his luck, he never took it out to try again.

It is precisely because of this that Ling Su can't fully empathize with Zhuang Die's suffering at the moment.

He was determined to find something to distract his partner, rubbed his wrist, and happened to see the gun on the side: "By the way, do you know how to use a gun?"

Zhuang Die shook his head.

"How about I teach you?" Ling Su went around to Zhuang Die.

He bent over, put his hands on his knees, and lowered his voice slightly: "It's fun."

Ling Su used to work as a part-time radio anchor when he was in college. Although the time and program content were a bit special, it still couldn't hide the fact that his voice was very good.

Especially when he deliberately suppressed his voice, and then slowed down his speech speed, like a tape that has been going on for many years is slowly rotating under the drive of a tape recorder, exuding a little extra soft moisture.

Zhuang Die was still suffering from too few lottery draws, looked up sullenly, and looked at the "47" projected on Ling Su's left face by the virtual light screen and "Click to buy ten consecutive draws (special offer)" on the right face.

Ling Su: "..."

He opened his mouth, and suddenly laughed uncontrollably: "Okay, okay... I still need to learn how to use the gun."

"I'm your captain." Ling Su said, "I'll teach you."

He supported Zhuang Die's sides with both hands, lifted him up, put him gently on the ground, and turned around again.

It was the first time that Zhuang Die saw someone making a mental creation on this scale.

The light chased Ling Su's fingertips, shuttled and intertwined, and quickly converged into planes of different shapes.

Those planes were adjusted by Ling Su to zoom in and out, continuously zoom in and out, fold and stitch together, and finally built a virtual shooting range.

Ling Su snapped his fingers, and the light faded away.

He conjured up two goggles and sound-proof earmuffs out of nowhere, put on one set himself, bent down a little, and poked the other goggle on Zhuang Die's face.

The cold gun was stuffed into Zhuang Die's hands.

The hand didn't move away, but changed direction deftly, holding the gun together with Zhuang Die's hand.

Ling Su walked around behind Zhuang Die, holding the sound-proof earmuffs in his left hand, and Zhuang Die in his right hand, and simply adapted to the aiming posture.

Zhuang Die's back was close to him, and he could even feel the subtle resonance in his chest when Ling Su lowered his head and spoke with a slight smile: "Practice casually, and cooperate with the captain's work."

"Old Song will check later, if he practiced well..."

Before the sound-proof earmuffs were put on, Zhuang Die heard Ling Su approaching and promised in a low voice, "You will draw all my prizes."