don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The woman has a son named Chen Le who is in high school.

Maybe it's because of heavy academic work, or maybe it's because of too much pressure in reality.A few weeks ago, Chen Le began to lock himself in the room, refusing to go out no matter what.

When the family finally found out that something was wrong, Chen Le had already fallen into his own dream.

If you stay in the dream for too long, you will become unable to tell what is reality.In order to wake up Chen Le, the woman had to seek help from relevant people, and ventured into her son's dream realm.

At first, she shuttled through every dream fragment to find her son, and then brought him home—but no matter how much she persuaded, Chen Le refused to wake up, insisting that her dream was the real world.

In the dream, Chen Le even imagined different names, ages, occupations for himself, and imagined many friends and a new life for himself.

He insisted that he was the imagined identity, and the woman's entanglement and the so-called "No. 157 Shelley Street, Kande West Road" were the dreams that came to disturb his normal life.

For once, the woman almost made it.

She used all the methods she could think of, and finally persuaded Chen Le to leave the dream realm on his own initiative, and then returned to reality together.

Sadly, the reality is not so pleasant.

Chen Le had been indulging in the dream for too long and missed too many classes, so naturally he couldn't keep up with the progress of school.

Because his grades plummeted, Chen Le was taken away from the blank papers that he could not answer in front of the whole class by the teacher, saying that his current brain "would rather go back to elementary school again".

Because of the prolonged lethargy, Chen Le couldn't control his body freely, always wrestled clumsily, and was soon targeted by gangsters to bully and blackmail him.

Chen Le skipped school and went alone to the amusement park he used to go to when he was a child.He hid in the haunted house, undetected by the staff, until the last visitor left.

When the frantic parents finally found their son, Chen Le had fallen into a dream again.

……

The woman sat at the table, looking tired and sad.

She looked at Ling Su, and said in an almost begging tone, "Wake up, okay? Go back with mom, didn't you also realize that this was a dream?"

Ling Su pointed to his own face: "It may be offensive to ask like this, isn't your son so handsome..."

"You've already used this method many times."

The woman sighed helplessly: "This is in a dream, of course you can adjust your appearance...but how can mom not recognize you?"

Ling Su didn't continue to ask questions, leaned back in the chair, and tapped the table twice with his fingers.

So far, all the explanations the woman has given seem to be perfectly logical.

Ling Su woke up in the coffin of the haunted house, that is to say, he probably temporarily replaced the identity of the young Chen Le with the help of "Cocoon".

Zhuang Die didn't have a clear identity, but forcibly entered the dream realm by dream pressure, so he stayed outside the main line, and triggered the dream's self-clearing mechanism repeatedly.

Behaviors such as "playing a roller coaster recklessly", "handing in a blank paper bravely", "enthusiasmly shaving a gangster's head with a chainsaw", in the eyes of Chen Le, who is in a gloomy real life, undoubtedly deserve to be beaten to the extreme, and must be removed immediately. The dream is completely cleared.

Chen Le's original dream realm only had the third segment. He could always hide in the small town and live alone in a city where no one could find him.

But the waking up in the middle completely destroyed his hidden spiritual world.Under strong external stimuli, two scenes of "amusement park" and "elementary school classroom" were derived in his subconscious, and he could no longer maintain the stability between several scenes.

"A very reasonable story..." Ling Su read in a low voice, stood up, and walked to the family portrait hanging on the wall.

When the two were talking, Zhuang Die had already circled this "home".

The photo on the wall shows a family of three. Chen Le is sitting between his parents, avoiding the camera and lowering his head slightly.

It can be seen that he is the kind of child who is difficult to attract the attention of others in the class - ordinary appearance, short and thin body, his expression is not suitable for this age, a bit out of gregarious gloomy, and there is a fist on the bridge of his nose Heavy glasses.

"Ma'am." Ling Su suddenly said, "Let me confirm again, you don't know the possible consequences of waking up in someone else's dream, do you?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, she hesitated and whispered: "The official has never announced it..."

"I know, the official has not announced this matter." Ling Su interrupted her, "You don't know, is that so?"

When he asked this sentence, he also turned around and his eyes calmly fell on the woman.

The woman's body froze for a moment, she wanted to speak, but Ling Su's gaze inexplicably made her speechless.

"I can tell you a story." Ling Su said.

"The Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 was awarded to a man named Moniz for his invention of an operation."

"In the later evolution, this kind of operation has become more and more simple and easy-the whole operation only takes 10 minutes, does not need an assistant, and can be performed anywhere at any time."

"It can make people quiet, orderly, maybe a little bit lazy and eccentric, but it doesn't hurt."

"The full name of the operation is orbitofrontal lobotomy, also known as ice pick therapy, which is widely used for those who don't obey management..." Ling Su fiddled with the scalpel and paused, "Anyone."

The woman unconsciously raised her voice: "What do you mean?!"

"A small doubt." Ling Su smiled, "If I guess wrong, please don't mind."

"This kind of torture has long been banned, are you accusing me of illegal torture?"

The woman's face was sullen, she stood up, and said coldly: "I will never hurt my child..."

Ling Su seemed to have heard something very interesting: "But... am I not your child?"

The woman's voice stopped suddenly.

She stared at Ling Su, the sadness, exhaustion and heartache on her face gradually faded away, replaced by a hostile coldness.

In the conversation with Ling Su, she made a mistake because of the other party's deliberate inducement.

If a mother encounters such an accusation of her child, even if she is angry, her first reaction will be "I will never hurt 'you'".

This has nothing to do with maternal love, but because people tend to use personal pronouns directly when they are more emotionally confessed and confided in a conversation, and when the other party is involved in the sentence.

At the same time, this mistake also exposed another fact...

"It seems that you are not completely unaware of the possible consequences of waking up in someone else's dream."

Ling Su said unhurriedly: "Otherwise, your reaction would not be so violent when you heard the ice cone therapy."

——When a person wakes up in a dream that does not belong to him, he will lose all the concept of "self".

This person will not look different from the outside, and will even become more obedient, docile, calmer and more orderly than before.

He will no longer have his own ideas, and he can satisfy anyone.

He will become a perfect "doll".

The reason why the authorities blocked this matter was precisely to prevent it from being used by those who wanted to.

"Are you also a practitioner of psychology, right? Psychological clinic? Counseling? Youth behavior correction center?"

Ling Su looked at the woman's reaction: "So it's this... You shouldn't be fighting alone, how many people are there in your organization? It's okay if you don't want to tell me. Five? Ten? Not that many, eight? This time about there."

The silver lancet turned faster and faster between his fingers, almost becoming a stream of light: "Extract the scenes in memory, construct circular dreams to interfere with cognition, act as the victim's relatives, trick the victim into opening eyes in other people's dreams ...It seems that the process of my guess is similar, and you can unlock this layer of dream realm."

"Send us to the real No. 157, Shelley Street, Kangde West Road." Ling Su held the scalpel, and the thin blade deftly rested between his fingers, "I want to see the guardian of the client."

The woman's complexion was extremely ugly, she stared at Ling Su, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't understand what you said—"

She still wanted to resist, but the rest of her words were suddenly drowned out by screams of terror.

Zhuang Die walked out of the room at some point in his slippers, holding a chainsaw that had been switched on in his hand.

With the gradual recovery of his height, the chainsaw has also evolved from a cartoon style for children, basically restoring its original shape.

The woman screamed: "What are you going to do?! This is a private dream realm, and attacking others is against the law!"

Ling Su was robbed of his lines, coughed, turned his face and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Zhuang?"

"We can also unlock her dream realm, just let her wake up." Zhuang Die said, "The anchor point for her to wake up her reality is the lock of hair she has been arranging."

As soon as he entered the door, Zhuang Die actually noticed it.

The style with two strands of broken hair on the side is indeed very gentle and virtuous, but such tied hair is not only inconvenient for cooking, but also very inconsistent with the meticulous and almost compulsive cleanliness of the hostess reflected in the whole room and family photos.

The woman's acting skills are very real, and there are not many faults to be found, so this violation must have a necessary reason for its existence.

"You two lunatics!" The woman turned pale, "I can tell you my identity!"

She had vaguely guessed the origins of these two people, she couldn't help stepping back, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you from the government? I know a lot of things, and I can cooperate with you to report..."

"No need." Ling Su smiled, "'Cocoon' has already recorded your dream pattern, and we have a way to know if you don't tell us."

Just like a fingerprint, everyone's dream pattern is unique, and it will leave traces that cannot be hidden in the subconscious mind that passes by.

After entering this room, Ling Su contacted Song Huaimin through internal communication.He wasted so much time here with the other party just to give "Cocoon" a chance to investigate and compare the dream pattern.

Just now, the other side has sent back a confirmation signal.

"When you wake up, go open the door."

Ling Su put away the scalpel and looked down at the time: "The relevant personnel have probably arrived outside your door by now."

Zhuang Die looked back at Ling Su, saw Ling Su nodding, and picked up the chainsaw.

After practicing so many times, his technique is already extremely proficient.The blade avoided the woman's cheek, and precisely sawed off a strand of hair on her forehead.