don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the next second, the recording pen in Zhuang Die's hand also poked heavily on the wall between the two windows.

Different from the previous failed attempts, this time the impact actually made a crisp sound like hitting glass head-on, and the whole space shook without warning.

The dense spider web-like lines spread along the point where the recorder hit, and everyone heard a faint but clear crackling sound.

The fierce attack of the monster slowed down in an instant, and it also noticed the sudden strange vibration in the apartment, and stopped in place vigilantly.

The light tubes went out one by one, and the corridor was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The space of the entire corridor was twisted into a spiral, the wooden stairs disintegrated into pieces, the walls kept getting closer and then quickly pulled away, and the cramped space suddenly loosened in the next moment.The ceiling folded upside down and stuck to the cold tiles.

The monster seemed to be completely enraged at last, and burst into a fierce neighing, but the outstretched tentacles got farther and farther away, and were forced to slide to the end of the space.

……

Zhuang Die opened his eyes.

Everything before was just a dream, he was not in his own bedroom, but in a strange room.

The room was shrouded in darkness, the environment was warm and quiet, and the light strips in the corner produced dim and soft natural light.

Zhuang Die sat up, stretched out his hand to search, and found his recording pen in his pocket.

He was not the only one in this room, and soon people sat up one after another.

Some people still haven't figured out what's going on, looking around sleepily.There are also people who are short of breath and have a particularly ugly face, as if they just had a terrible nightmare.

"What's going on?!" The bald young man in the corner reacted the most violently, "Didn't it mean that it's just an assessment, and there won't be restricted-level dreams!"

He had just amputated someone else's leg in his dream, even though the specific memory in the dream had receded like a tide with the increase or decrease of waking time, the weird and nauseating feeling still faintly stimulated the nerves.

The bald young man pushed away the staff member who wanted to check his body, walked out angrily, and reached out to push the person who was still dawdling in front: "Hurry up! Don't get in the way..."

The bald young man's gaze fell on the opponent's pants, his movements froze suddenly, and he raised his head stiffly.

Zhuang Die was looking for an opportunity to count sheep, and apologized kindly: "I'm sorry."

The bald young man opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

Strange to say, although the other party looked kind and friendly, and didn't look like a threat, but when the bald young man saw Zhuang Die's face, an unreasonable fear immediately burst out uncontrollably.

The memory of the dream disappeared quickly, and the bald young man no longer remembered what he had dreamed, but the fear from the bottom of his heart was still very clear: "No, it's okay..."

Zhuang Die turned sideways to make way for him.

The bald young man shut his mouth tightly, threw the registration form in a ball into the trash can, and quickly left the room without saying a word.

Zhuang Die picked up the registration form and flattened it, turned to the relevant instructions on the back, and read it from beginning to end.

This is a somewhat special recruitment assessment.

Due to the increasingly frequent appearance of passages between dreams, anyone may stray into other people's dreams during sleep, and the impact has begun to seriously spread to real life.

People cannot prevent the appearance of the dream channel, but through a lot of urgent observation and research, they have also mastered some methods of artificially establishing the channel.With the assistance of relevant instruments and equipment, it has been possible to send a person or several people into a specific dream during sleep.

The main job content of this open recruitment is to accept the entrustment of the families of the victims who are trapped in dreams, enter those dreams, and try to rescue those trapped.

……

Zhuang Die finished counting a thousand sheep while watching, and then took out his registration form from his pocket.

His is a small advertisement torn from the side of the road, the printing is very rough, and even the fonts are doubled.The format of the registration form was obviously copied from the original version, but the instructions on the back were different. It said "sleep with pay and enjoy a happy life".

Zhuang Die deliberately brought his bear pajama pants, lost his way when he went out to find a happy life, was met by an enthusiastic passer-by who did not want to give his name, and led him all the way to the registration point here.

Zhuang Die took out his phone, clicked on the browser, and searched for keywords.

Since several holographic games that have appeared before have spent a lot of money on the sleeping game cabin, the related technology is very mature, which can ensure the quality of sleep to the maximum while entering the dreamland, and even many office workers are interested in this kind of game that can be used while sleeping. The working mode of earning money while sleeping is very exciting.

It seems that there are quite a few people who signed up for the assessment, and some people vaguely remember the situation in the dream, and there are already many comments under the relevant posts.

【Tell you!The difficulty of the assessment is outrageous, and it is impossible for normal ordinary people to pass it! 】

【Run! 】

[In that scene, we were hunted down by a room full of faceless people, and the entire army was wiped out, leaving me sitting on the ground crying, but I was rescued by the staff. 】

[We played rock-paper-scissors with the mirror, it was fun, and now we don’t have any mirrors anywhere in our house. 】

[Not bad, at least indoors, we are drifting at sea and surviving on a deserted island...]

[If you want to open up, just play a haunted house for free. 】

[Gossip, I heard that the person in charge of this special incident handling team used to be the designer of the haunted house, the owner of the Nightmare Bar, and part-time anchor of the Ghost Story Channel on Midnight Radio...]

【…】

Zhuang Die read a few pages of netizens bickering, turned the page to the end, and accidentally found a news that had just been released.

When he originally planned to go to the address according to the small advertisement, the police just destroyed a pyramid scheme den.

According to anonymous reports from nearby enthusiastic residents, the den published a large number of false advertisements and recruitment information, and has been thoroughly investigated and dealt with according to law.

……

Zhuang Die was still watching the news, when he noticed someone approaching, he put down his phone and looked up.

"My name is Song Huaimin, and I'm the deputy captain of the special incident handling team." The middle-aged man I met in the dream stood in front of him, "Please follow me, I have something to ask you."

Zhuang Die nodded and stood up.

Song Huaimin led Zhuang Die into the conference room, motioned Zhuang Die to find a place to sit, and turned to pour water.

Taking the opportunity of pouring water, Song Huaimin looked at the back of Zhuang Dieben who was dutifully moving the small bench, and his mood was still a bit complicated.

Most people may not remember what happened in the dream, but they have been trained and can still retain a considerable part of the memory of the dream. Song Huaimin still has a clear impression of the dream just now.

According to the current consensus in the field of psychology, dreams may reveal a person's truer self, as well as reveal the truest desires in people's hearts.The more you repress yourself, the more likely that repressed side will show up in your dreams.

Although most people's personalities in dreams are similar to reality, there are also people who are just the opposite—for example, people who are usually rational and stable are rampant in dreams; people who are usually cautious are rebellious and arrogant in dreams.

In the cases Song Huaimin handled, there was even a case in which a rigid boss in a company who was respected by his subordinates and acted vigorously was obsessed with embroidery in his dreams, and even forcibly trapped other subordinates in his dreams, grabbing everyone's clothes and sewing them all up. The case of Peppa Pig.

Dreams cannot be used as the basis for reality, and it is impossible to investigate the other party at will just because the behavior in the dream is unreasonable.

But according to Zhuang Die, he is just an ordinary handicraft enthusiast with an ordinary life...

Song Huaimin subconsciously touched the gun beside him, and looked at the young man who had rubbed out a chainsaw with his bare hands, remained calm in this nightmare, and smashed the wall with a recording pen against the window with an expressionless face.

The personality model summarized by experts in the Bureau is still not comprehensive enough.

Song Huaimin collected himself and put a cup of warm water in front of Zhuang Die: "How did you find the 'anchor point' of that dream?"

Zhuang Die asked: "Anchor point?"

"It's the connection between dreams and reality... You really don't know anything?" Song Huaimin frowned, "The news has been said many times."

Zhuang Die reviewed the knowledge points: "Now I know the dream domain and the anchor point."

Song Huaimin rubbed his temples.

Although Zhuang Die also claimed that it was the first time he had entered a dream, Song Huaimin still prefers that Zhuang Die is like him, in order not to attract attention, he deliberately concealed and reserved in the dream, pretending to know nothing newcomer.

After all, the mutation has been happening for three full months, and related news, announcements and even conspiracy theories have been flying all over the sky.Unless there is a person whose sleep quality is so poor that he can't even dream fully every day, doesn't care about the news, doesn't watch TV, doesn't play with mobile phones, stays at home every day and doesn't communicate with others, then he may be ignorant of this mutation .

In fact, Song Huaimin didn't quite believe Zhuang Die's words. He didn't intend to get too entangled in this matter, so he changed the question: "How did you know that you were going to smash that wall? Can you still remember?"

Zhuang Die shook his head: "That's the window."

Song Huaimin was slightly stunned: "What?"

"There is a circle of rebuilt traces on that wall, indicating that it should have been a window, and it was sealed later." Zhuang Die explained, "I accept the premise you gave, we are in a dream, which means What you are in is not reality, but a collection of a person's memory and subconscious mind."

"In other words, if the subconscious master has completely considered that it is a complete wall, the traces of being built will no longer appear in the dream."

Facing Song Huaimin's dazed gaze, Zhuang Die summed it up as simply as possible: "But for some reason, the dreamer refused to accept it, so the traces will show up."

Zhuang Die still misses the mirror in the bathroom a little bit, and has some regrets: "This is not a complete dream, it should be just a part that was taken apart separately, so it is not stable enough..."

Someone smiled and asked, "Do you want to see the rest?"

This voice was deep and soft, and it even sounded a little magnetic. It was obviously pleasant to hear, but when it fell into the ears, it inexplicably aroused strands of coolness for no reason.

Song Huaimin was startled: "Ling Su! You're pretending to be dead on the sofa again!"

"I'm researching the case. A girl's parents reported to the police. Her child has been in a coma for two days and just sent over the dream records."

The random pile of pillows on the sofa was pushed away by a hand: "The first paragraph is the content of your group's assessment just now."

Song Huaimin coughed and explained to Zhuang Die: "This is our captain, the person in charge of the special incident handling team, Ling Su."

This person should have been buried under the pillows of the sofa just now. Song Huaimin didn't know he was there, and wondered why Zhuang Die didn't sit on the sofa, but went to the corner to move a bench instead.

"You also noticed that something was wrong with that apartment?"

Ling Su got up and walked in front of Zhuang Die: "Do you want to go and see the rest together?"

Song Huaimin had a headache for a while: "We haven't done background checks yet, and we haven't built a personality model. This matter is a bit complicated. Wait..."

Ling Su waved his hand: "How old are you?"

Zhuang Die took out his ID card and looked at it: "23 years old."

"Two years younger than me." Ling Su took out a file, grabbed a pen and filled it in for him, "What occupation, what kind of personality, what hobbies do you have?"

Zhuang Die: "The kindergarten teacher's assistant has a friendly and weak personality, and likes to do handwork."

Ling Su filled it out quickly. He was slightly taller than Zhuang Die. He put down the pen after writing the last word, leaned on the edge of the table and bent slightly: "Aren't you timid? Most of the dreams we want to dream are a little scary. "

Zhuang Die nodded.

"Wait... did you agree just like that!" Song Huaimin couldn't believe it, he barely managed to keep up with the topic, "What if this guy is engaging in pyramid schemes to deceive people?"

"No." Zhuang Die was very strict, and clicked on the news page of his mobile phone, "The MLM den was reported and investigated, and I was brought here by enthusiastic passers-by."

He looked carefully, and suddenly recognized Ling Su's face: "You are that enthusiastic passer-by who doesn't want to reveal your name."

"When I came to work, I happened to meet you asking for directions. Don't leave your name behind when you do good deeds." Ling Su turned to the next page and ticked two check boxes, "Add another insurance for mental and psychological accidental damage...Okay, welcome Enter, I invite you to dinner."

Zhuang Die was grabbed by his wrist and pulled to stand up.

"Stop!" Song Huaimin's head was as big as a bucket, "It's not yet dawn! The roadside stalls aren't out yet, so why eat!"

Ling Su sighed, he always had to respect his vice-captain, so he had to compromise: "Okay."

Ling Su took the next best thing, and reached out to Zhuang Die: "Come with me, I invite you to sleep."