don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Time reversed back to the starting point of the whole dream.

……

Ling Su's luck is not very good.

After he closed the sleep hatch by himself, for some reason, the surrounding environment seemed to have never changed.

Ling Su waited calmly in the darkness for three to ten minutes, and finally felt that he should contact the deputy captain to report for repairs to his sleeping cabin. When he wanted to sit up, he found that his side had turned into a cold wooden board.

The texture of the wood was very hard, and the tentacles were cold, sinking into the darkness with him.The surrounding space is not too narrow, but it can never be called ample.

Ling Su bent his arms as much as possible, pushed the wooden board above his head a few times in a limited space, and found that it was firmly locked.

He tried to move his body, stretching his arms as far as possible to feel where he could reach.

The joints of the wooden boards are smooth and smooth, there is no part that can be knocked open, and no device similar to a switch or a latch can be found.

While Ling Su concentrated his attention thoroughly and began to observe the surrounding situation, more sensory information gradually became clear.

Ethereal, intermittent cries that seem to be absent, the gray-white embers that drift away after being burned by paper objects, the smell of candles and incense, the sorrowful and lingering sorrow and joy...

It seems that the dream domain has been imported successfully a long time ago, but Ling Su fell asleep by himself and failed to hear the mechanical sound prompt given by "Cocoon".

"In this case... there is a high probability that I will be locked in a coffin."

There are many similar ghost stories on the late-night radio station. Ling Su is very experienced, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I thought the sleeping cabin was broken."

Special operations teams have a lot to deal with.In addition to the special dream domain that Ling Su took charge of personally, there are many small dream domains that are not seriously affected. Since the parties cannot handle it properly by themselves, they need their help to coordinate and solve it.

Ling Su took Zhuang Die to draw the blind box this time, hoping to get such an easy and pleasant ordinary task... Now it seems that it is still not very successful.

There is a captain who is either fishing or on the way to fish. Song Huaimin has a very heavy workload.Ling Su is determined to set an example for the team members, and try not to cause unnecessary trouble to the vice-captain.

Since the sleep pod is still working normally, it's not a big problem.

Ling Su turned sideways, tried to change into a slightly more comfortable position, and groped around in the dark again: "The lacquered wooden coffin has no padding, no soft lining." He sniffed it carefully, "There is no turpentine either. smell, not a new coffin."

"The lid of the coffin can't be pushed open. It's usually buried in the soil. But I can still hear the sound and the fresh air is still flowing."

"Normal burning paper won't float so badly, the set is a bit overdone."

"The crying is very stiff, without real emotion, and the mourning and music are too smooth, but not real enough, obviously they are all recordings."

Ling Su rested his arms on his pillow, feeling a little disappointed: "A haunted house..."

Ever since he became the captain of the special incident handling team, Ling Su was banned by Song Huaimin, and he was not allowed to go to the haunted house to scare the staff.Now that he can relive it in this way, he even feels a little nostalgic... But this is not his main consideration.

Ling Su still remembered that he brought Zhuang Die in to sleep.

In order to leave a reliable and good impression on Little Curly, before drawing the blind box, Ling Su made a pious wish to "Cocoon" and chose three key words in one go...

Ling Su let out a rare sigh of depression.

On the bright side, he at least personally did the elimination method, brushing out a scene that was probably the most exciting in the entire dream realm.

As for the fact that the coffin was locked from the outside, Ling Su was not worried.

This is a common institution in haunted houses.There are usually some mandatory links that can only be solved by players lying down or getting clues.And when the player lies down, the mechanism will be triggered, the coffin lid will fall down and be locked automatically.

If it was Ling Sulai who designed it, he would probably make a fuss about the inside of the coffin.For example, use luminous paint to draw a few faces with different expressions near the player's head, or put a few artificial blood bags at the player's feet that can be broken when kicked, and put a few hand bones that can be triggered by organs Model……

These are just means to scare people. If the player screams too badly, the boss will rush in to save people.

After all, a haunted house is a haunted house, just to let people feel the thrill of adrenaline rush while being frightened, so there must be a way to untie the mechanism.

For example, this kind of coffin that can trap a person will only be used in the haunted house entered by the team, and the method of unlocking the lock will also be set extremely simple-according to Ling Su's experience, a special lock cylinder is usually used, Although it cannot be pushed from the inside, as long as someone tries to lift the coffin lid from the outside, it will naturally be able to open it.

Zhuang Die lay in the coffin, after listening to Ling Su's analysis: "..."

"But you smashed the lock, and you smashed it very well." Ling Su realized that he had said something wrong, and changed his words decisively, "No one can guarantee that the coffin will be closed again if we both lie in."

Now, this threat was resolved once and for all by Zhuang Die.

The joint burial coffin can accommodate two people, and they have to lie in the coffin in an overlapping manner.Ling Su rubbed Zhuang Die's little curly hair, and motioned him to lie down next to him first.

Ling Su adjusted the angle, trying to move his body to a relatively outer position.Pressing up against the coffin lid with both hands and feet, exerting force at the same time, successfully opened the coffin that was no longer complete.

Ling Su stood up first, stepped on the coffin board and jumped out.

When he was lying in it before, he felt that his body proportions seemed to have changed.Now, with the help of the faint light seeping in from outside the door, I really found that I seemed to have returned to a certain age when I was in Jiewa.

Ling Su turned his head subconsciously, looking at the little curly-haired cautiously poking out a little head, looking around vigilantly: "..."

He coughed lightly and tried his best to suppress the smile in his eyes: "Don't worry, it's not a big problem."

Ling Su was half a head taller than Zhuang Die. He signaled Zhuang Die to raise his hands, leaned over and hugged him with both hands, and directly lifted his small partner out of the coffin.

Zhuang Die clutched the clothes on his shoulders, still turning his head to observe the surrounding environment carefully: "When I came in just now, there was no paper dust here."

He hadn't finished eating the lollipop that he unknowingly peeled off in a nervous state, his cheeks were puffed up a little, and his words were slightly more slurred than usual.

"There will be in a while." Ling Su patted him on the back lightly, "Are you chased in by the paper figurine?"

Zhuang Die nodded.

"If I'm not mistaken, after these paper figurines come in, some of them will spontaneously ignite... It should be the self-defense mechanism of the person involved."

Ling Su resisted the urge to poke his partner, slowed down his strength, and put Zhuang Die on the ground: "The client is also afraid of ghosts subconsciously, he is on our side."

When the two were hiding in the coffin, Zhuang Die had already told him what happened after falling into the dream.

Out of some kind of selfishness that is inconvenient to explain, Ling Su forgot to remind his partner that the time when paper figurines can chase them in is fixed, and there will be an absolutely safe interval in this room, so the two of them can actually come out of the coffin first... …

"In general."

Ling Su briefly sorted out the information so far: "We now have three jumping memories of different ages—the amusement park, the classroom, and the alley."

His arms were a little empty, and he could only hold his arms and lean against the wall. Even in such a short-handed and short-legged state, it was not chic enough to do this posture: "And we are now in the first paragraph."

"Although the samples are not enough, we can only infer based on our average height for the time being..." Ling Su said, "The normal height of a seven-year-old boy is 124 cm."

Zhuang Die was squatting not far away, he was concentrating on studying the ashes of paper, when he heard this, he looked up: "The amusement park is in summer, and school hasn't started yet."

Ling Su nodded: "That is to say, if the person concerned does not enter school early or postponed, the time of the first memory can basically be determined in the summer vacation after graduating from kindergarten."

These three memories will reincarnate infinitely like a Mobius ring, it must be because there is a thread that runs through it.As long as you try to follow this clue, you can find the dream core of this dream.

Due to the existence of this "dream core", the whole dream has changed from a warm daily life to an invisible prison.If you can't solve the answer for one day, you will be trapped in it for one more day, and you can't escape no matter what you do.

It was also because of this that Zhuang Die had to take the risk of rushing into the haunted house.

"If there is a clue, it is indeed most likely to be found here."

"There are no words on the wall, the ground is flat, and the paint on the wall and the material of the floor are different from those on the outside." Ling Su went to the corridor to look around, "The workmanship of the coffin is very ordinary, and it doesn't pay attention to details at all. It's just the most common haunted house props. .”

Trapped in the coffin for too long, Ling Suxian was extremely bored and searched every corner he could touch: "There are some messy scratches on the inner wall, very shallow and unrecognizable..."

Zhuang Die suddenly said "ah".

Ling Su stopped talking: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Die picked up a handful of paper ashes and crushed them carefully, then walked to the side of the coffin: "Where are they all?"

Ling Su raised his eyebrows, he immediately understood Zhuang Die's train of thought, and walked over quickly, pointing to several places: "Here, this...yes, that corner."

The crushed paper ash is extremely delicate, but it is too light and will float up again with a little airflow.But the coffin itself was too gloomy and cold, and the human breath was enough to add mist to it.

Zhuang Die concentrated on moistening the paper ash little by little, and then swept it into those gaps.

Ling Su lay on the side with his arms pillowed, and couldn't help but look sideways at him.

Zhuang Die's reasoning ability is excellent - more importantly, the part of him responsible for reasoning and action does not seem to be completely synchronized with the state of the whole person.

For example, although Zhuang Die is afraid of ghosts, he can still run around chasing shadows with a chainsaw, and insists on eating a lollipop in a haunted house.

For example, even at this time, Detective Xiao Zhuang was serious and calm, his movements were steady and meticulous, but the little curly hair was still aggrieved and listless, making people want to rub it when they saw it.

Ling Su withdrew his mind, he didn't disturb his partner, and looked into the coffin again.

On the black lacquered wood, which is hard to discern even if the dried blood stains have solidified, grayish, extraordinarily messy lines began to appear.Among those intertwined lines, several crooked numbers gradually emerged.