don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Faced with an offer he couldn't refuse, Zhuang Die suddenly became interested in guns, so he stayed at the dream shooting range and slept for two more hours.

Under Ling Su's guidance, Zhuang Die's shooting level improved significantly.At the end of training, he finally managed to make sure he didn't miss the target, and he didn't hit the target next door every time.

"It's rare to see you work so hard."

As soon as the two came out of the sleeping cabin, Song Huaimin stood up, gave each of them a bottle of energy drink, and looked at Ling Su suspiciously: "Aren't you lazy in there again?"

"No." Ling Su skillfully denied, "It's absolutely impossible. My work is very heavy. I wrote a task summary, visited the new team members, cared about the mental state of my partners, conducted preliminary experiments and roughly counted the character and lottery. The relationship between the results taught Zhuang Die how to practice the spear..."

Too lazy to listen to Ling Su's nagging, Song Huaimin turned directly to Zhuang Die: "How are you practicing?"

After two hours of practice on the shooting range, Zhuang Die can guarantee that he will not accidentally shoot Ling Shu's foot again, and he is super satisfied with himself in his heart: "Very good."

Song Huaimin believed him more for the time being, nodded, turned around and took out a key.

Although he didn't participate in this Dreamland mission, Song Huaimin was responsible for the follow-up process, so he already had a general understanding of the cause and effect of the whole incident.

"Your dormitory has been furnished, it's next to Lingsu's office."

Song Huaimin explained: "He is usually lazy in the office, or hiding in the pillows on the sofa in the meeting room... If you have anything to do, just dig him out."

As the captain, Ling Su was already responsible for guiding the new team members, and this arrangement was normal.

Song Huaimin didn't mention what happened in the dream any more. This is also a default rule of the special incident handling team - they must distinguish dreams from reality as clearly as possible.

The closer the dream is to reality, the more it must be folded as quickly as possible, and gathered into the depths of memory that will not be disturbed.

Zhuang Die nodded, took the key and thanked him.

"Old Song." Ling Su tried to interject from the side, "I'm not lazy, I'm just looking for fleeting inspiration..."

Song Huaimin had already been prevaricated by him with dozens of different reasons, so he casually agreed twice, then turned back and continued to drag Zhuang Die to explain the precautions.

"The management of non-working hours is very loose, and you don't have to stay here. You can go out at any time after reporting."

"Our specific work content is kept secret to the outside world, and we try not to mention it to family and friends."

"There is a psychological counseling room on the roof, and you can apply for psychological counseling at any time... No, you don't need to see him. It's not Ling Su who is in charge. I know he has a doctorate in psychology, but he doesn't have relevant qualifications. The personality model test is not passed, probably I was worried that he would tell ghost stories to patients."

"Actually, you should go there this time." Song Huaimin opened the mission briefing, bowed his head and flipped through two pages, "Have you encountered 'pollution'?"

Zhuang Die raised his head, and before he could ask, Ling Su had already explained from the side: "It's the black shadow we saw, it's not something in that dream. In a more understandable description, it's a group of high-ranking people. The projection of the world's logical cloud..."

Song Huaimin had a headache for a while: "Where is this better to understand?!"

"Okay, okay." Ling Su sighed compromisingly, "It can be understood as a kind of pollution on the emotional level - in a dream, a certain emotion that is too strong will attract it to appear, and its own appearance will also cause pollution. It's going to heighten that sentiment even further."

When they were in the villa, when the doubts and speculations, desires and greed among the people climbed to the peak, the shadow quietly changed shape.

This deformation is a harbinger of "pollution". It cannot directly harm human beings, but the spiritual world where it appeared will inevitably be contaminated with that kind of breath.

This kind of influence cannot be directly observed, but it may subtly reverse a person's concept at the level of will, change a person's behavior pattern, and then quietly usurp his personality.

……

"However, 'cocoon''s rating of your level of consciousness is quite normal. It seems that your will is very firm." Song Huaimin took over the conversation, "Anyway, if you feel that something is wrong after some mission in the future, go to psychological counseling room will do."

Zhuang Die took out his voice recorder and took notes carefully.

"By the way, our work is not that heavy, and we have 72 hours of complete rest after each Dreamland mission."

Song Huaimin pointed to Ling Su: "If this guy oppresses you like this again, come and report to me."

Ling Su: "..."

Zhuang Diegang reached an ulterior deal with him, moved over against the wall, and conspired in a low voice: "Captain, you give me the number of lottery draws, and I won't report you."

Ling Su breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Zhuang Die's shoulders, and nodded very reliably: "Don't worry, hand in the task with one hand, and hand in fifty consecutive draws with the other."

"Has the lottery draw not over yet?!" Song Huaimin was privately awarded and accepted by these two people in front of him. What the hell have you guys been doing in Dreamland for hours?!"

"I taught him how to shoot, so there will inevitably be some physical contact." Ling Su retracted his arms and stood up, explaining seriously, "The first time you are born, the second time you will be familiar."

Song Huaimin didn't believe it at all: "It's no use teaching shooting—"

He originally wanted to ask, "Where do you need physical contact to teach shooting", but he was dragged away by Ling Su quickly with one hand covering his mouth.

While the latter attacked him openly, he still had time to pull out a blank item application form, and patiently turned his head and told Zhuang Die in a gentle voice: "Xiao Zhuang, you go back to the dormitory first, and see if there is anything missing. Write it down in the On the table..."

Song Huaimin's eyes widened, and he sternly reprimanded Ling Su for his abuse of power.

Ling Su still tightly covered his mouth, watching the suddenly happy little curly hair holding the application form and running towards the end of the corridor, his eyes softened and he let go: "Old Song."

When he rarely spoke in such a serious and serious tone, Song Huaimin frowned, and lowered his voice seriously: "What's wrong?"

Ling Su asked, "How many chances do you have for the lucky draw?"

"..." Song Huaimin: "Huh?"

Ling Su has quickly had a new inspiration.

Vice Captain Song is obviously not interested in such things as lottery draws. Song Huaimin's private dream domain is a standard dormitory structure, and there are only a few sets of the most practical personal outfits—that is to say, the other party has undoubtedly accumulated a lot of money, Number of idle draws.

With Song Huaimin's style, maybe he never paid attention to the column of the number of lottery draws before.

Ling Su decided to proceed step by step. He didn't continue talking immediately, but patted the vice-captain's shoulder very kindly.

He and Zhuang Die had just learned that self-created ditty, humming wildly with their hands behind their backs, and wandered to the conference room where the sofa was the most comfortable to lie on.

Zhuang Die's next mission did not wait until three days later.

Losing the special event processing team's exclusive sleep cabin, the familiar insomnia came to him again invariably.

Zhuang Die wore his pajamas and lay down on the comfortable smart cloud sense massage mattress in the dormitory for a day. After changing his clothes, he returned to his rental house.

After lying half asleep and half awake in the rental house for a long time, Zhuang Die packed up his luggage, went through the procedure of rent cancellation overnight, dragged the bear suitcase and knocked on Ling Su's office.

"..." Ling Su was still asleep, standing at the door of the office, catching Zhuang Die who was shaking from sleepiness, "It's easy."

He carried Zhuang Die's suitcase with one hand and put it into his office, and with the other hand he held his partner with two dark circles firmly on his face, and led Zhuang Die to the vice-captain's dormitory.

Ling Su knocked on the door: "Old Song, Lao Song."

What responded to him was a mineral water bottle that slammed heavily on the door.

Song Huaimin was used to his harassment, and after only a few seconds, the sky-shattering snoring sounded again.

Zhuang Die leaned on his shoulder, trying to prop up his eyelids with his hands: "Captain."

"Hush." ​​Ling Su gestured, and patiently continued to knock on the door, "Old Song. Old Song? Old Song..."

The knock on the door lingered until the third minute, Song Huaimin finally became irritable, and opened the dormitory door: "What are you doing?!"

Ling Su calmly shook his partner who was already in a faint coma: "Look, Lao Song didn't sleep either."

Song Huaimin: "..."

For Ling Su's unscrupulous teasing behavior, Song Huaimin now wants to change his name, or drag Ling Su to the virtual shooting range and shoot him for 5 minutes.

He rubbed his face by mistake, tapped Ling Su who was poking outside the door twice, and was gearing up to find the key to the work area, ready to drag him to the shooting range.As soon as he took the key in his hand, Ling Su picked it up.

"Thank you." Ling Su said softly, "Help us watch the night, Xiao Zhuang needs to sleep."

Song Huaimin froze for a moment, and the anger that had just started disappeared in an instant.

He also knew about Zhuang Die's insomnia, but he didn't expect it to be so serious, so he couldn't help frowning: "I have to go into the sleeping cabin?"

Ling Su nodded and didn't say much.

Song Huaimin didn't waste any more time, he read Zhuang Die's medical report, immediately grabbed a piece of clothing to put on, and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor.

Zhuang Die was too sleepy to distinguish the changes in the environment.

He was dragged halfway down the corridor by Ling Su, half-supported and half-carried into the sleeping cabin, before he woke up a little bit.

Ling Su was lying on the edge of the sleeping cabin, lowering his head to help him adjust the instrument.Seeing that Zhuang Die opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand to cover it wholeheartedly: "Okay, okay..."

His tone at this time was different from his helpless compromise with Vice Captain Song, and it was not like usual as if he could tell a ghost story anywhere.

The soft moisture that seemed to be in the depths of time soaked out again.

Ling Su covered his eyes and muttered in a low voice, only this one word over and over again.

The voice of the micro-sand seems to be separated by an extremely long distance, and it turns back into warm and surging waves. The white foam surrounds the dark reef, leaving the salt in the pores under the sun.

Zhuang Die closed his eyes in his palm.

Ling Su waited for a while before straightening up. He looked seriously at Zhuang Die who was breathing steadily, rubbed his hair twice, and exhaled softly.

"Make a wish...let me see."

Ling Su also sat in the sleeping cabin, opened the captain's exclusive personal panel, and clicked keywords while chanting: "relaxed, warm, daily..."

Ling Su seldom used the power of the captain to select the type of Dreamland. He probably gained some confidence from Zhuang Die. He decided to challenge his character and luck again, and pressed the [Confirm] button: "Okay."

He nodded with Song Huaimin and lay down in the sleeping cabin.

The sound of the simulated ocean waves enveloped the whole body in an instant, Ling Su took a deep breath, and closed the cover by himself: "I wish us a good dream."

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