don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"716." Ling Su borrowed Detective Xiaozhuang's light stick, and leaned half his body in, "471."

Although he read it like this, the arrangement of these numbers actually has no rules at all.

Among those long or short scattered lines, they are like six cards thrown out at random, but scattered carelessly on the same plane, it is difficult to determine the relationship between front and back or combination.

"It's also normal. After all, the inside of the coffin is completely black, so it's hard to judge what I wrote." Ling Su is very experienced. "On the other hand, most people are also trapped in this state. It’s hard to stay as calm as you should be.”

In fact, when it comes to the number, it is already somewhat different from Ling Su's original expectation.

Maybe it was because of the environment that created a fixed mindset. Ling Su was thinking about those distorted Chinese characters before.For example, "help", "blood for blood", "the murderer is xxx", "it's your turn"...

Ling Su wrote these numbers on the ashes all over the floor, and straightened up: "What is the direction of the six numbers, the phone number? The last six digits of the ID card?"

Zhuang Die shook his head seriously: "The official regulations say that you can't leave your phone number and ID number in your dreams."

"Ah." Ling Su touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly, "... that's right."

In fact, as one of the few professionals in the field, Ling Su himself is one of the drafters of this version of the official regulations.

The scope of influence of dream connectivity is constantly expanding. In order to protect the safety of citizens' lives and property, the government has issued a series of new regulations for the public.

The latest version of the regulations includes "it is strictly forbidden to provide private information such as passwords, phone numbers, and ID numbers to others in dreams."

However, the reason why this rule was specially added is not because this kind of behavior will cause any changes in the dream.It's because a lot of lawbreakers have started defrauding their dreams recently...

Ling Su didn't disturb Zhuang Die's train of thought any more, leaning against the wall and slowly breaking off the light stick.

"Not words, not dates." Zhuang Di muttered in a low voice to exclude one by one, "Not latitude and longitude, not time, not any episode of Ultraman..."

Because he resolutely refused to bite the candy in his mouth, he still slurred his speech until now.

Zhuang Die squatted on the ground with his knees hugged, his head covered with a mess of curly hair, and his whole body looked like a small ball.

Ling Su conveniently broke the fluorescent stick into a cartoon sheep, fiddled with it for a while, and then found time to explore the way in the corridor.

Reasoning in this environment will also be unknowingly affected by the surrounding atmosphere.

Ling Su intends to lead his partner out of the haunted house first. It is rare that there is no one in the amusement park. You can take the opportunity to ride a Ferris wheel, or try the merry-go-round...

After confirming that there are no paper figurines wandering around for the time being, Ling Su turned back to the room, and was about to interrupt softly when Detective Xiao Zhuang's curly hair suddenly stood up, and he also got up quickly.

Ling Su felt a little regretful for no reason: "I thought of it so soon?"

"The answer is in the next scene." Zhuang Die nodded, "We have to go there quickly."

Zhuang Die had already seen the gift the captain gave him, took the initiative to take the fluorescent lamb and put it in his pocket, and thanked him politely: "Captain, can you pull up the street lamp and hit me?"

Before that, he had already explained the whole process to Ling Su, and gestured with his hands: "It's the electric pole outside, the white one."

Ling Su: "..."

For the first time, Ling Su didn't know how to respond to the expectant eyes of his new team members.

Although Ling Su has grown up smoothly since he was a child, he is half a head taller than Zhuang Die, but his top height is only 130 cm, which is not enough to support him to complete this kind of work...

Ling Su pondered for a few seconds, then quickly calmed down: "Are you going to the next scene? Maybe it's not that troublesome."

The last time in the amusement park, the reason why Bugs Bunny threw a telegraph pole and sent him to elementary school was probably because Zhuang Die stayed here for too long, which triggered the cleaning mechanism in the Dreamland.

According to Zhuang Die's description, there is actually a connection of scenes between the different fragments of this dream—that is, as long as one can try to simulate a certain overlapping scene in the amusement park, it may be transmitted to the campus fragment to go.

Ling Su already had an idea: "Come with me, it's safe outside now."

Ling Su rubbed his partner's head twice, wrapped around Zhuang Die's wrist, and led him out of the room together.

I don't know if the other party has some strange spells. When Ling Su dragged him to walk through the haunted house again, Zhuang Die was a little surprised to find that the haunted house had really become less scary.

In particular, Ling Su, a senior part-time haunted house designer, chattered and commented everywhere as if he was strolling in a garden while walking.

"The blower is too fake. Look, the wires of the mechanism are not well hidden. The light effect is very ordinary... The paper figurines are all hung on the track on the ceiling, and the movements and trajectory are too simple... Next time As long as you hear these pieces of background music, this haunted house must not be very good, they are all directly cut from movie sound effects, and the latter part is even free material from the entire Internet..."

Zhuang Die followed the explanation carefully and recited while being led forward by him.

With Ling Su's complaints, watching the same scene again, although the overall atmosphere is still dark and weird, the sense of terror has quickly subsided a lot.

"Right?" Ling Su led Zhuang Die to the corner, while he squatted down to observe the structure of a mechanism, he quickly pierced the sneaky paper man through the wall with a scalpel, "It's safe here. "

Zhuang Die poked at the mechanism, retracted his hand, and nodded seriously in conviction.

Ling Su's eyes showed a smile again, he patted Zhuang Die on the back, and signaled him to go a little further.

He controlled the volume so that Zhuang Die could hear his own voice at any time, and explained to him behind Zhuang Die without any haste, mercilessly revealing all the precious commercial secrets of the haunted house industry.

Although "cocoon" will automatically clean up the influence of employees' subconsciousness when they fall into a dream, Ling Su still takes the trouble to make sure that his partner will not leave any psychological shadow in the dream...

Ling Su moved his right foot away, looked at the mass of black shadow that was crushed, and lightly flicked a bunch of flames over with his fingers.

The design of the haunted house is indeed only at the level of an ordinary amusement park, but they are in a dream, and the subjective consciousness of the parties will have an impact on everything they encounter-this is why every time Zhuang Die has not had enough fun, he will start to be haunted by a The reason why the tap-dancing humanoids are chasing after them.

In other words, although the haunted house's setting is full of loopholes in reality and can be filmed and approached science, it may not be exactly like this in the dream.

While Zhuang Die didn't see it, Ling Su slapped the face of the person twisted and slowly formed on the wall, kicked away the head that was rolled over on the ground, both sides were completely covered by hair, and elbowed Gang Piao away The long-tongued ghost coming over.

The flames were extinguished, and the black shadow just now had turned into ashes.

Ling Su squatted down, twirled a pinch of embers with the tips of his thumb and index finger, and lowered his head to smell it.

Some sort of burnt wool, firecracker embers, and rusted iron.

Ling Su touched his chin: "Such entangled anger and hostility..."

Zhuang Die turned his head, he noticed Ling Su's movements, he was a little curious: "What is this?"

"Complex, people usually call it obsession."

Ling Su just cleaned up the scene, let the ashes fall to the ground calmly, and clapped his hands: "It is the product of the combination of emotion and memory. Repressed by some kind of consciousness, it is an instinctive impulse that is constantly active and accumulated in the unconscious."

To use a more human-like expression, it is a certain "knot" hidden in the bottom of my heart.

When a memory with strong emotions is forced to be pressed in the bottom of my heart and cannot be resolved for a long time, it will gradually become an untouchable scar in the subconscious.

And once a similar scene is encountered again, even if there is only a certain key similarity, even if the person concerned is not aware of it, the long-term suppressed and deep-rooted intense emotion will suddenly get out of control like a volcanic eruption.

From the very beginning, Ling Su sensed that this haunted house was filled with some kind of hostility, but he couldn't find a more specific object for the time being.

Zhuang Die turned on the recorder and took notes word for word: "Captain, does everyone have a complex?"

"There will be more or less, after all, there is always something in this world that makes us unsatisfied."

Ling Su guessed what he was going to ask, smiled lightly, and stretched his waist: "I have it too... It's just that I'm good at acting, and I usually pretend to be a cool guy who is invulnerable and never looks back at the explosion."

Zhuang Die held the open recording pen and looked up at Ling Su.

Ling Su made full use of his current age advantage and brazenly made a gesture of Ultraman emitting light waves.

Zhuang Die couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth. He quickly put away the recording pen, and stretched out his hand to correct Ling Su's lack of standards. Only then did he touch Ling Su's arm, and the familiar immobilizing force suddenly hit him.

The entire space shook violently, as if a hole had been cut out of thin air, and the color of mercury wrapped the two of them, pulling them into it.

……

When mobility is restored, the scene reverts to an empty classroom after school.

This time, there was no teacher in the classroom.

The sky outside the window was darker than last time, the orange-red sunset was completely gone, and the dark blue sky seemed to be slowly smudged with a drop of black ink.

Two brooms were leaning against the table, and a small pile of rubbish had been swept together on the floor.The blackboard has probably been flooded with water. Although there are no traces of chalk writing, there are many white water marks in bold shapes.

...It seems that they corresponded to two elementary school students who started fighting on the way to do duty after school and imitated Ultraman's posture.

"The time is different. The last time I came was Wednesday, this time it is Friday."

"There is no change in the last class, it's all math class."

"The blackboard newspaper has changed, from welcoming the new semester to celebrating the National Day, but I still can't see any specific date."

Zhuang Die had gotten used to this kind of power and quickly regained his ability to move.

He quickly summed up the difference from last time, then returned to his seat and searched deeply: "Captain, you are really amazing."

Although theoretically, as long as he can do the right moves, he can travel through time, but Zhuang Die never expected that Ling Su would succeed after only one attempt.

Ling Su also turned into a sixth grade pupil. He stood in the aisle between the desks and chairs, maintaining his dignified Ultraman look for a few more seconds: "...ah."

Gradually regaining control of his body, Ling Su had a stomachache, so he resumed his standing posture and took a few deep breaths.

While it's good to be praised by his partner, he hasn't actually tried it yet.

The action just now was just a sudden childlike innocence, wanting to take advantage of the dark environment in the haunted house to shamelessly tease the little curly hair.

Ling Su raised his head and looked at the dazzling white fluorescent lamp: "..."

Zhuang Die poured out the reference books and exercise sets that were piled up on the table, and sat cross-legged on the ground.He didn't pay much attention to the content inside, he just kept picking up a book and flipping through the pages, and then changed to another one when he reached the end.

Not long after, Zhuang Die found what he was looking for, poked his head out from behind the desk: "Captain?"

Ling Su stopped his movements. He was sweeping the floor with a broom while calming down. Hearing this, he raised his head: "What did you find?"

Zhuang Die stood up: "A note."

While in the haunted house, Zhuang Die has been repeatedly shuffling and re-arranging the six numbers in his mind, trying to forcibly translate the content behind the numbers through different angles.

When he tried "147176", he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of the meaning of this group of numbers.

In the first reincarnation, Zhuang Dieu used one class time to observe all the details of the classroom, and drew sketches with pencils in the blank space of the reference book.

The seats in the entire classroom are arranged in a "two, three, two" arrangement, with a table for two people on both sides and a table for three people in the middle, that is, seven rows.There are also seven rows from front to back.

On this basis, if we ignore the distance between these seats and use coordinates to represent each seat, (1, 4) (7, 1) (7, 6) is exactly the middle of the first row, and the left and right of the last row of the classroom. two corners.

Of all the possibilities listed, these three seats have the highest odds of being selected in a special combination.

"As long as you are brave enough and have a good attitude, these are the three seats that are most suitable for hiding things and peeking at comic books in class."

Zhuang Die is very experienced: "Because of the height difference of the desk, there is a visual blind spot in the middle seat of the first row. The teacher has to hold the desk and lean forward to see what is on the desk. The window at the back door of the classroom is on the sixth floor. row, and the seventh row happens to be a blind spot."

Of course, these experiences are not golden rules, but need to be adjusted continuously with changes in objective factors.

Sometimes, the teacher will pay more attention to these corners that are easy to be ignored; sometimes, the arrangement of classroom seats will be forcibly broken and dismantled into single seats... This requires adapting to the situation and implementing new strategies.

……

Ling Su was a standard top student when he was in school. He had never heard of this, and he even felt a little respectful: "Aren't you afraid of being caught when you read comic books in the first row?"

"So it is necessary to test the mentality, as well as good enough dynamic vision and reaction speed."

While explaining, Zhuang Die did the same thing, and quickly found the same note in the remaining two seats.

There are no recognizable complete handwriting on these pieces of paper, only sporadic strokes, but the hints are obvious enough-as long as they are moistened with water and folded together tightly, and observed against the light, you can see The handwriting spelled out on three strips of paper.

Ling Su rolled up his sleeves and was about to fetch water. Zhuang Die quickly read the three notes and threw them aside: "It's still in the next scene, Captain, we have to go there quickly."

Tap dancing is so mentally polluting that it should be banned from appearing in dreams as a way to move forward.

Although the teacher hasn't been detected yet, Zhuang Die doesn't want at all to find the face of the head teacher who is dancing and twisting the doorknob when the two of them look at the back door...

Ling Su put down the water basin he had just picked up, but he was actually still in the shock of "the speed of his partner's thinking after unlocking the seal of the haunted house", and it took a few seconds to catch up with his thoughts: "Okay."

Ling Su put down his sleeves and walked back: "I have no idea about that alley, can you think of any corresponding actions?"

Zhuang Die thought about it carefully, and nodded confidently.

He conscientiously rolled up his cuffs, twisted out a manual chainsaw for teenagers, flicked the switch lightly, and the cold blade suddenly spun at high speed.

"Captain, squat down." Zhuang Die held the chainsaw, "I have to shave your head."