don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"what?"

Ling Su was taken aback for a moment before he realized: "Oh, squat down..."

Ling Su: "Huh???"

The partner, who has quickly grown into a primary school student, has a serious face, a bright red scarf on his chest, and a chainsaw in his hand, thinking about his new hairstyle.

Ling Su seized the time to ask: "Is there any warmer pose...is this the only option?"

"This is the most heartwarming, and the other thing is to go to the big screen to tap dance and change into a tree." Zhuang Die thought for a while, "Captain, tap dancing will give me nightmares."

Ling Su now suspects that he is having a nightmare.

He couldn't figure out what Zhuang Die went through in the third scene, and he couldn't help imagining a horror-hunting town where monsters were rampant, and he knelt down cautiously on one knee.

Zhuang Die was indeed not joking.

For some reason, the movement of the partner swinging the chainsaw even faintly reveals a bit of chicness and proficiency.Before Ling Su could close his eyes tightly, the top of his head was already cold, and a handful of broken hair fell down one after another.

The surrounding scenes have not changed, and they still stay in the half-cleaned classroom.

Ling Su retreated calmly: "Xiao Zhuang, is it possible—"

"It's possible." Zhuang Die reflected on himself, "I'm too timid, I didn't cut it short enough."

Facing those gangsters, he had no pressure in his heart, so he was decisive enough to strike.

But now that it was Ling Su in front of him, he began to worry that the new hairstyle was not good-looking enough, and the captain might not like it, and he became more cautious in his movements uncontrollably.

Ling Su: "..."

That's not what he meant to say: "Wait a minute, we—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Die had adjusted his mentality, and swung the chainsaw at Ling Su's head again.

……

The surrounding scene changed to the end of the alley.

Before he had time to regain control of his body, several non-mainstream young people in strange clothes around Ling Su supported each other, and fled the alley quickly, sobbing without looking back.

Judging from their expressions, these people must have encountered some kind of extremely terrifying experience.

Ling Su's heart sank slightly, and he turned the scalpel neatly in his palm, and protected Zhuang Die with his backhand: "What's going on, is there a monster here?"

Ling Su lowered his voice and asked, while turning around and searching quickly.

Behind him, apart from Zhuang Die, who has become a high school student, there is only an empty red brick wall.

Ling Su was a little confused: "What are those people afraid of?"

"I don't know." Zhuang Die also couldn't figure it out at all. He put away the chainsaw, picked up the scattered coins on the ground, counted them, and put them back into his pocket without falling.

The money that was robbed by these gangsters was actually not that much, and the largest denomination was no more than ten yuan, and most of them were five-dollar bills.

Probably because of this, those people would tease him again and again, and threatened him to pay another 50 yuan every week.

There is no money in the school uniform of the elementary school students. Zhuang Die finally got rid of the embarrassment that the highest asset is only [-] cents, and reached out to hold Ling Su: "Captain, I will treat you to snacks."

Zhuang Die has been here once and is familiar with this area.He took Ling Su over the wall to the commercial area separated by a wall, generously bought drinks and a large bucket of popcorn for the two of them, calculated the remaining money, and ran into the convenience store next to the street.

If you play games, Zhuang Die must be the type who must fill up all the small props between tasks, and smash the jar with three gold coins in the corner with a mouthful of blood left...

Ling Su poked at the intersection with snacks and drinks in his arms, feeling sincerely: "It's nice to be young."

Taking advantage of this gap, he seized the time to examine his new hairstyle against the glass of the street shop.

To Ling Su's surprise, Zhuang Die's ability to shave people's heads with a chainsaw is really not bad.

Ling Su has also turned into a high school student now. After his hair was cut short, he seemed to be back ten years ago.

Facing his own shadow, he even felt some strong nostalgia: "It would be great if we could stop at this moment..."

Every child who is still in school is eager to grow up quickly, and after work, he especially misses the simplicity of the campus without distracting thoughts. This may also be an endless cycle that human beings will never get rid of.

Ling Su quickly ate a handful of popcorn, set up the awning and looked around.

Judging by the standard of this business district, the development of the town over the years should be smooth.

Although the residential area still retains the traditional rhythm of life and architectural style, there are also modern large-scale high-end commercial areas.

The red brick wall at the end of the alley seemed to directly separate the two worlds.

Zhuang Die moved very quickly, and within a short while, he had already brought out a bag of things from the convenience store.

The two found a bench by the side of the road. Zhuang Die opened the plastic bag, gave Ling Su a pack of potato chips and a plate of chocolates, took out the notebook and pencil he had just bought, and drew a simple sketch on it.

"I wanted to buy a map, but I couldn't, and I didn't have a mobile phone with me."

Zhuang Die drew several main roads, and framed residential areas along the branch lines: "Those three pieces of paper put together read 'No. 157, Shelley Road, Kande West Street'."

Ling Su sat head to head with him, looked at the simple map drawn by Zhuang Die together, and pointed to the location circled by Zhuang Die: "What is this place?"

Zhuang Diegang changed into a red pen and circled the intersection: "It's the place where the trees change."

This is the busiest business district in the city center, with shops and office buildings lining the streets.The building is inlaid with a large number of large screens for advertising, and there are also light boards for publicity in the window on the street.

It was here that he was planted into the ground and became a tree.

Ling Su pondered over the map: "Do you want to ask someone for directions?"

Zhuang Die: "..."

Ling Su didn't wait for an answer, and looked up to see his partner's tangled expression, couldn't help but smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'll just ask."

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands on Zhuang Die's curly hair, and said in a serious manner: "It's okay if you don't like talking to others, if you like talking to me..."

Ling Su stopped talking abruptly.

He still kept the last word "Xing" in his mouth, hovered his right hand over Zhuang Die's head, and sat motionless for three seconds.

Zhuang Die raised his head: "Captain?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to remember this." Ling Su regained his ability to move, and quickly pressed his hand holding the pen, "It should be that this sentence is too suspicious, I will think of a different explanation next time..."

"Cocoon" will supervise each tasker, and once it finds that there may be threatening behavior and language, it will immediately give a warning.

The sentence just now was probably judged to be suspected of abduction, so Ling Su was forcibly silenced for three seconds.

Ling Su grabbed a handful of popcorn for Zhuang Die, and reminded his partner not to tell the vice captain about such things.While carefully considering the wording of the warning that he would not be silenced, he stood up and walked towards the sidewalk.

These "passers-by" in the dream are actually projections made by the subconscious mind, not real people, so they may not necessarily be able to trigger the dialogue smoothly.

Ling Su just held the mentality of giving it a try, and stopped a middle-aged passerby casually: "Hi, may I ask—"

"You need to go to No. 157, Shelley Road, Kande West Street." The other party suddenly interrupted him: "No. 157, Shelley Road, Kande West Street, is 1947 meters away from you. You can't go any further."

Ling Su frowned: "What?"

In the next second, everyone on the road stopped.

Everyone's face was as standard as a mask, and the lifeless masks looked straight at him.

These people moved slowly and blocked in front of him, each pair of eyes was fixed on him, and everyone's mouths kept repeating very similar content.

"You need to go to 157 Shelley Road, Candle West Street."

"No. 157, Shelley Road, Kande West Street, is 1948 meters away from you."

"Go to 157 Shelley Road."

"No. 157 is 1946 meters away from you."

"Go to No. 157, go to No. 157, No. 157, No. 157..."

……

Ling Su pondered and stopped.

He didn't react immediately, but turned his head back and forth to look carefully before asking, "How should I get there?"

The middle-aged man who was stopped first raised his arm and pointed behind Ling Su.

Then the middle-aged man ceases to respond, as if all his task was to make the movement.

His facial features gradually faded away, his slender body stuck straight to the ground, flattened by some invisible force, and the color was covered by white paint...

The opponent turned into a guiding sign in front of Ling Su.

Ling Su: "..."

Blame him.

He should have dismantled the coffin to get out of the haunted house long ago, and shouldn't have let his partner enter this kind of mentally polluted story line alone.

Ling Su took a few extra seconds to delete the picture from his mind, and quickly turned around to find Zhuang Die: "I need to use a chainsaw."

Zhuang Die took out the chainsaw and handed it to him: "What is it for?"

Ling Su pointed to the side of the road.

He had already found the target just now, took the chainsaw, and sawed open the U-shaped lock of a bicycle in twos and threes.

This kind of behavior has also been warned by "Cocoon". Ling Su has seen the future of frantically making up the report after completing the task, and sighed while unlocking: "I know, I know, I will reiterate to the person that this behavior is Incorrect……"

Ling Su returned the chainsaw to Zhuang Die and stepped on the bicycle: "Okay, sit on it."

According to the information given by the middle-aged guidepost, the two of them are not far from their destination, but they can actually go there on foot—but what Ling Su cares more about is that when he asked that sentence, other "passers-by" It all disappeared.

If he guessed correctly, every road and every intersection that he will pass through next may have an enthusiastic guide sign that is slowly deforming.

The alleys in the residential area are intricate, and when they reach the destination, their SAN value may also bottom out.

Ling Su has been warned by "Cocoon" twice in a row, pondering over how to reasonably describe his motives: "Actually—"

After Zhuang Die studied the back seat of the bicycle, his eyes lit up: "Can I just jump on it?"

Ling Su was a little surprised, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "...Yes."

He didn't expect that Zhuang Die had no relevant experience. He stepped on the ground and supported the temporarily requisitioned bicycle: "You can use both hands to fix my waist, relax your body, and give me the center of gravity..."

Zhuang Die thought for a while, and translated: "I want to hug you."

Ling Su breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes."

Zhuang Die was very obedient, jumped onto the back seat of the bicycle, and put his arms around Ling Su's waist.

The bones of the young man are between hard and soft at the joints. With the bumps of the bicycle, the shoulders and backs of the two are constantly bumping lightly.

It was the first time that Zhuang Die was led by someone on a bicycle, and he was a little nervous. He held Ling Su tightly without moving, and the air he exhaled swept across the open collar of Ling Su's school uniform.

After entering this mission, Ling Su finally enjoyed a relaxed and warm daily life for the first time, with mixed feelings: "The sun is always after the wind and rain..."

As soon as the words were finished, a wizened old woman in a black smock appeared at the intersection without warning, and pointed to one of the forks.

Ling Su turned his pedals into hot wheels, and before she started transforming into a street sign, he rode into the alley at lightning speed.

……

157 Shelley Road is tucked away at the end of an unassuming alley.

Ling Su stopped the bicycle, let Zhuang Die jump off the back seat, and lowered his voice: "Did you find out?"

Zhuang Die nodded.

Halfway through, Zhuang Die realized something was wrong.

The route they came in was very complicated. They kept turning left and right, going out of one alley and entering another, as if they were walking through a large maze.If there is no one to guide the way, it is absolutely impossible to enter smoothly for the first time.

In addition, Zhuang Die noticed more than once that these red brick walls can actually rotate.

Every turn, the route of the alley will also change accordingly, and the route that has been taken before is naturally forced to be invalidated.

This is by no means an ordinary neighborhood that sits in memory.

Ling Su asked Zhuang Die to walk behind him, and the two entered the building according to the house number, walked into the elevator, and pressed the only up button on the panel.

The elevator took them to the seventh floor.

This kind of old-fashioned residential building has a relatively high floor height, and it is not uncommon to build up to seven floors.It can be seen that the community is well maintained, without graffiti and small advertisements. Outside the window of the stairwell is a lush green flower garden, dotted with the last ray of sunset light.

There was only one family on the seventh floor, the door was unlocked, and the lights were on inside.

The aroma of food wafted from the house.

Ling Su didn't expect the new scene to be such a peaceful daily life. He turned his head, met Zhuang Die who was following behind him, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Inside the door was a very ordinary family, with a family portrait on the wall and a dining table in the dining room.

The house is very clean, the floor and furniture are spotless.Hearing the sound of the door, a middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen following the sound: "Are you back?"

The middle-aged woman should be cooking, wearing only ordinary home clothes and an apron.She didn't wear make-up, she just used a rubber band to gather her ponytail casually, a few strands of hair were hanging down her forehead, and some signs of age had been added to her face.

Seeing Zhuang Die behind Ling Su, she brought two pairs of slippers and put them at the door: "Come in, we'll be eating right away."

Ling Su didn't move immediately, but turned sideways to let Zhuang Die in.

He leaned against the door with his arms folded, looked at the back of the woman who hurried into the kitchen, and tapped his arm twice with his fingertips.

The woman came out with a plate of dishes, and saw Ling Su still standing there, with a concerned look on her face: "What's wrong?"

"This is the dream realm, not the real world."

Ling Su bent down to change his shoes, and walked in the door: "You should be aware of this too, right?"

The other party's reactions, behaviors, and conversations are different from the shadows generated by subconscious projections, and are not the original characters in this dream.

"Staying in the dream for too long will confuse reality." Ling Su reminded, "It's better to leave as soon as possible."

The woman froze.

She was silent for a while, and finally put down the steaming dish in her hand, and untied the apron on her body.

She looked at Ling Su and sighed, "You finally remembered?"

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows.

Things suddenly went a little weirdly.Ling Su didn't answer hastily, but just pulled out the chair to let Zhuang Die sit down, and then sat in another chair.

The woman seemed to have long been accustomed to the other party's uncooperative attitude. She raised her hand to comb her hair and sat across the table.

"You have been stuck in the cycle of dreams, we have thought of many ways, but you are getting deeper and deeper..."

The woman said: "We have to put as many hints in your dream as possible so that you can come back here—this is your private dreamland, and you can only go out when you come back here."

"Is this the friend you imagined in your dream?" The woman looked at Zhuang Die, "You can still come back and play with him, but remember this is a dream."

"Now you finally realize it."

The woman continued to say softly: "It's safe here, you can wake up now."