don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Zhuang Die stepped on the chair, jumped onto the desk, and rushed out of the classroom.

The people in the teaching building had already walked away at some point. The saxophone of "Going Home" was playing in the empty corridor, and the sound of footsteps was very clear in the silence.

The primary school student's physical fitness seems to be average. Zhuang Die has only been running for a long time, and his heartbeat and breathing are already too rapid.

"Is it a little bad to use a chainsaw in school?"

Zhuang Die was choked by the wind and coughed twice. He braked and drifted sharply, and rushed down the stairs: "The baseball bat doesn't seem to be suitable..."

You don't need to look back, just listen to the footsteps, you can tell that the "teacher" behind him has been chasing him with that weird tap dance with constant rhythm, and even continues to shorten the distance between him and Zhuang Die.

What's more, the other party even gave him a stern warning while chasing him: "The school doesn't allow running and playing around in the teaching building, stop quickly!"

"I'm already dreaming, there's no need to restore such details!" Zhuang Die rushed faster, "Does the school allow the teacher to tap dance in the corridor and chase a kind and weak student madly!"

It's a pity that Zhuang Die can only protest in his heart about these words.

This kind of extremely fast running has already made him cough and wheeze badly.Don't talk about it, Zhuang Die felt the burning smell of blood in his throat every time he took a breath.

There is also a little bad, the familiar feeling of heaviness that has been experienced once, also reappeared without warning...

A sudden sense of crisis suddenly enveloped him.

Zhuang Die tried his best to move his heavier and heavier legs. He was concentrating on fighting against the invisible force when he suddenly realized something was wrong, but when he looked up, he was still a step too late.

That "teacher" unexpectedly appeared directly in front of him at some point!

The other party was doing a tap dance, turning around and looking down at him, and then... suddenly stretched out a leg, and landed in front of the next step that Zhuang Die was about to take.

Zhuang Die: "?"

In this space where the flow of time suddenly slowed down, even the puzzled expression appeared on Zhuang Die's face in slow motion.

And the foot he was taking completely ignored Zhuang Die's own wishes.With a completely resolute direction, without hesitation, he stumbled on the leg in front of him firmly.

Zhuang Die stepped on the air, stepped on the edge of the stairs and fell, speeding up and smashing into the gap in the space.

……

Zhuang Die opened his eyes.

The scene changed again. He seemed to be at the end of an inconspicuous alley in a small town. He tripped over someone and fell face down on the ground.

And what happened just now seemed to be just a short hallucination after he was thrown into a daze.

"A dream in a dream? This is too talented."

With the previous two experiences, Zhuang Die didn't even get up in a hurry, and simply kept lying on the ground in his original state.

He curled one arm under his face, and pondered carefully: "Will you not wake up like this? Or did I guess the wrong direction at the beginning..."

There may be many people who have had a dream in a dream. This is a deformation of lucid dream, also known as "false dream".

Many people have had this experience: waking up in a long dream, thinking that they have gotten up, dressed, washed and gone out, only to find that everything before was still a dream when they were woken up by the eighth alarm clock. In reality, he was already brutally late for a full two hours.

The appearance of dreams in dreams is usually related to excessive pressure in reality and excessive nerve tension and excitement.But this kind of dream usually only has two layers. When you wake up for the second time, you should wake up and return to reality.

But Zhuang Die has now fallen into the third dream, and this dream is still stable, without any signs of disintegration or even shaking...

Before he could completely clear his mind, Zhuang Die's meditation had been roughly interrupted.

The sky was completely dark, and as the street lights came on, the surrounding voices suddenly became clear.

On the road separated by a wall, there is the sound of traffic horns, the sound of hawkers along the street, the tireless loudspeakers of shop clearance promotions, the distant rattle of bicycles selling tofu in the streets... and the chaos not far away. sneer.

"Can't get up because of the fall?" Someone pushed his body with his foot, "Isn't it just to take some money from you, as for?"

Someone laughed again: "Leave him alone, pretend to be dead..."

Zhuang Die raised his eyebrows.

Having had previous experience, his first reaction was school violence, but he quickly overturned this guess.

Zhuang Die's school badge and schoolbag were not far away. He just glanced at it and found that he was no longer a bad elementary school student who was sleeping in class and handing in blank papers.

In order to protect the privacy of the dream owner, "Cocoon" will block some information that does not affect the breaking of the game, so the name part is the same as that on the paper, and it directly displays Zhuang Die's own name.As for the class part, the school card reads "Class One and Three of High School".

These people are obviously several years older than him, and they don't look like students in the school from the tone of voice and the content of the conversation.

Based on what the other party said just now, it is not difficult to deduce the previous situation - he was blocked by a few ignorant gangsters on the way from school. These people robbed him of his money and were still teasing him here.

Zhuang Die sat up and patted his clothes clean.

A few gangsters with different shapes stopped in front of him. These people were sitting or standing, wearing "fashion trends" with messy collocations, and their hair was the color of a gourd vine.

Despite the disturbing visual effects, Zhuang Die was more or less relieved.

——If you insist on appreciating tap dancing, with the outfits of these people, even if they suddenly jump together in place like this, the visual effect is undoubtedly the least scary...

Zhuang Die asked: "You stole my money?"

His question immediately elicited a burst of unbridled laughter.

The yellow-haired leader took a cigarette in his mouth, squatted down in a rage, and reached out to grab Zhuang Die's collar: "It's no use pretending to be stupid. I just said it. I pay 50 yuan a week. ,otherwise……"

The rest of the words were suddenly interrupted by a muffled sound from a heavy blow.

Huang Mao didn't even have time to react. Before his hand touched the opponent, Zhuang Die pulled out a domineering hell lava all-metal baseball bat from nowhere, and greeted him with a home run momentum.

Compared with Bugs Bunny, the little bastard is simply vulnerable.

Before Zhuang Die could use all his strength, he simply knocked down the two people closest to him.The remaining few witnessed this scene in astonishment, turned around and wanted to run away, but was interrupted by Zhuang Die unhurriedly: "Stop."

Those few people had never seen such a battle, as if they had been immobilized, they stopped in fear.

Zhuang Die rubbed his wrist, and dropped the baseball bat with a "clang".

Although the exploration of the dream itself is like a fog, the identity of the dream owner is unknown, and the captain has not been found until now... Many things have not been clarified.

But the opportunity is rare. Since there is still time, Zhuang Die still wants to realize a long-standing wish.

Zhuang Die took out the chainsaw and pressed the power button.

When facing Bugs Bunny in the amusement park, Zhuang Die broke through himself at a critical moment, and finally broke through the inherent cognition that "the chainsaw must be plugged in".

The sharp saw edge roared and rotated at high speed.

Zhuang Die held the running chainsaw, stretched his muscles and bones twice, and walked to the nearest colored fur dyed in five colors...

……

Twenty minutes later, Zhuang Die put away the chainsaw contentedly.

He took back his money, put it in his pocket, and let go of a group of bald-headed punks who helped each other and escaped from the alleyway, sobbing.

"The job is really decompressing."

Zhuang Die had long wanted to find a chance to try to shave someone's head with a chainsaw. He once again gave his current job a good review in his heart, and picked up the schoolbag and school badge that were thrown on the ground.

Zhuang Die didn't take the main road, but threw his schoolbag over the wall first, then grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and easily turned over by himself.

So far, he has gradually figured out some patterns in this dream.

It was difficult to run away at school, not because of the poor physical fitness of the elementary school students, but because of the invisible power slowly increasing in every fragment of this dream.

"Strength" will limit actions, thereby affecting action efficiency and increasing physical energy consumption.

And when this slow and continuous process reaches a certain point, this power will skyrocket, making Zhuang Die completely unable to react, and can only be dragged into that space crack without resistance.

"If it's not a dream within a dream, it means that these clips are actually independent of each other, and I keep jumping between the clips."

Zhuang Die bought himself a pack of popping candies, poured the whole bag into his mouth, and then walked with his mouth closed and pondered: "But there are doubts about this. What is the trigger for me to jump?"

"The residence time of the two dreams is not exactly the same, one is nearly two hours, and the other is only 45 minutes... Is it implying that it is not a matter of time?"

"Is it because I triggered some FLAG that a humanoid creature dancing around and chasing me suddenly appeared?"

"What is the logical connection between these fragments, why are there just such a few dreams?"

……

With Ling Su not here, Zhuang Die is not good at interpreting dreams, so he can only put these problems aside for the time being.

"We still need to find the captain first." Zhuang Die calculated the time in his mind, "I shouldn't miss any plots this time."

Because he had been sleepy for two days, Zhuang Di fell asleep very quickly this time.Even if there is a slight discrepancy with Ling Su, it shouldn't be hard to miss a dream fragment.

According to this premise, assuming that Ling Su keeps jumping in these clips like him, the two should overlap no matter what.

Zhuang Die recalled it several times.He couldn't see anyone in the amusement park; in the school classroom, no one looked like Ling Su.

"Could it be that the captain is tap dancing..."

As soon as this idea came up, Zhuang Die quickly shivered and shook his head vigorously: "Impossible."

Even if you imagine this kind of picture, it is the level of cognitive pollution.

The two of them will sleep together in reality in the future, and his dormitory is next to Ling Su's office. Zhuang Die doesn't want to leave any strange subconsciousness in his mind at all.

At the beginning of night light, the light boards on both sides of the road light up one by one.

Zhuang Diet bought himself a bunch of candied haws to calm his shock. He bit into a hawthorn, stood by the roadside, and groaned to the human-sized cuddling bear in the glass showcase.

"Strictly speaking, this dream is actually very everyday, and there are also relaxing and warm parts."

"The pressure I feel should mainly come from these extremely inconsistent and abnormal phenomena that appear in daily life."

"And the truth is, I don't know what harm a tap-dancing Bugs Bunny doll or teacher can do to me. They might wring my head off, or they might just want to invite me to a dance..."

"There are no ghosts." Zhuang Die muttered with candied haws in his mouth, "What am I afraid of?"

The lower limit of a person will be continuously lowered in stimulation.At least for now, Zhuang Die has begun to subtly accept this setting.

Doesn't it mean that someone is dancing and circling in front of you, as long as it is a kind of personal avant-garde performance art, respect, tolerance, blessing...

As long as you pay special attention, you will clearly feel that the power is quietly increasing.Zhuang Die could clearly feel that his actions were becoming more and more difficult.

He ate all the candied haws in two bites, while comparing the little genius's watch, counting the time silently in his heart, while turning around, he wanted to find a trash can to throw away the bamboo sticks.

However, when he turned around, he suddenly froze.

The street, which used to be full of vehicles, became empty and quiet at some point, only the signal lights were still changing colors regularly.

He stood alone in the middle of the foggy city, the fog was thick and humid, and the ground was as wet as if it had just rained.

The video store behind him suddenly started playing familiar music.

"No way..." Zhuang Die suddenly thought of a certain possibility, he quickly raised his hands, firmly blocked his eyes, turned back, bowed his head and walked forward quickly.

It's a pity that even if you do this, you still can't be foolproof after all.

The ground completely wetted by the dense fog reflects the lights, and those blurred and moving color blocks gradually become clear in Zhuang Die's field of vision.

He was pinned down on deserted city streets.

Every light board, every LED large-screen advertisement, and the center of every signal light, appeared a black figure with a metallic luster.

The proportions of the figure are extremely strange, the upper body is fairly normal, but the two legs are pointed and long, poking straight on the ground.

Along with the unknown dance music, the legs of the black figure tirelessly kicked the ground.

Da da da.