don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The space suddenly vibrated.

The scene in front of them shattered out of thin air, like a large piece of glass smashed under a heavy blow, dividing the picture into countless irregular pieces.

The fragments fell apart in an instant, falling into the dark depths of unknown space.

……

By the time he regained control of his body, Zhuang Die had already returned to the commercial area of ​​the town.

He was still sitting on the bench before departure, and the bicycle lock that Ling Su sawed off was thrown not far away.The latter had just parked his bicycle, was squatting on the ground, and forcibly buckled half of the bicycle lock as it was.

"It seems that from the first guide, we were unknowingly introduced into another dream realm along the passage."

Ling Su patted the ashes on his hands, got up and walked towards Zhuang Die: "You are right, we should not ask strangers for directions casually."

"There is a harvest." Zhuang Die stood up and walked to the side of the road, "This time we have genuine guide signs."

After returning to the original point, the small town in the dream has also undergone slight changes - each road has its own street signs, and the directions and distances of the adjacent streets are also simply marked at the intersection.

They are now on Kangde East Road. Even without a map, they can roughly determine the route based on these street signs.

"Is there any clearance reward after defeating the little boss?" Ling Su was half joking, and walked over to take a closer look.

It's not hard to guess what's going on—to lure the subject into that trap dream, all the road signs in the town had to be temporarily hidden, so that they had to ask passers-by.

After the dream of the trap collapsed, the disturbance to the dream owner's own dream disappeared, and these road signs naturally reappeared in front of the two of them.

Ling Su did two chest expansion exercises, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

The fog receded and the night grew darker.

The air in the town is very clean, and you can see stars all over the sky.The shops along the street lit up their signboards, and passers-by hurried to and fro towards the light waiting behind the window.

On the way to find No. 157, Shelley Street, West Kangde Road along the street signs, Zhuang Die finally spent the last dollar in his pocket.

"Turn left, just another turn."

Ling Su checked for the last time and put away the flashlight.

He turned his head and saw the little curly who was holding the hot roasted sweet potato and inhaled, and couldn't hold back his smile: "Is it delicious?"

Zhuang Die didn't taste the taste at all, and frowned vaguely: "It's hot."

"Be patient, don't be in a hurry." Ling Su tilted his head, and suddenly thought, "I will open a night market and snack street for you in our team's public dreamland?"

The curly hair on Zhuang Die's head stood up: "Is there still a public dream realm?"

"Yes, it's usually used for meetings and training." Ling Su rubbed the tip of his nose, "But Lao Song probably won't object, so we'll secretly open a street to support the team's spiritual outlook..."

Ling Su pondered in a low voice, while leading Zhuang Die to the last intersection.

There was no street light at the end of the road, and he walked closer until he saw "No. 157 Shelley Street" standing silently at the end of the road.

A long-abandoned amusement park on the edge of the city.

The heavy rusted iron door does not block any visitors, because even if you walk in, there are only weeds growing half a person's height inside.

The once bustling amusement facilities are now only tattered wreckage, the headgear of the doll costumes are thrown on the ground casually, and the track of the roller coaster has long been broken.

The tunnel of the little train is full of creepers, and the adventure cave has been abandoned, leaving only the red light that reminds the danger of "do not enter".

Zhuang Die suddenly remembered: "I saw this before."

In the amusement park that was operating normally, when he was chased by Bugs Bunny pulling the lamppost upside down, the amusement park had changed like this for a moment in his eyes.

Ling Su stopped and turned around.

"I haven't seen it." Ling Su raised his hands and solemnly adjusted the searchlight above his head, "But I probably guess where we are going."

Zhuang Die probably already guessed: "..."

Although the atmosphere is very different, the structure of this amusement park is the same as the scene they experienced before.

The roller coaster has been completely abandoned, and it is impossible to climb up to find the dreamer.In this kind of desolate and cold scene, the only thing that doesn't feel disobedient is only one scene...

Zhuang Die pulled his hair, and walked around in two circles: "No, no, no..."

"Let you go in with a chainsaw." Ling Su coaxed him quietly, "You can also bring a headlight."

Zhuang Die had already tried it, but he didn't believe it at all: "There are rules, if you bring it, you won't be allowed in."

Ling Su held Zhuang Die's hand and moved away, protecting the messy little curly hair: "It doesn't matter, I can override his rules."

Zhuang Die raised his head suspiciously.

Ling Su rubbed the tip of his nose.

"Let's go." He smiled softly, without further explanation, just held Zhuang Die's hand directly, "I rely on your chainsaw to protect us."

……

Ling Su did not lie.

Zhuang Die brought in all the equipment smoothly, and in order to boost his confidence, he kept silently repeating Ling Su's previous comments on the haunted house.

But when they entered the haunted house, the whole road was unexpectedly calm.

Not only peaceful, but... neat.

The blood on the wall was all cleaned up, and the ground was swept clean.The curtains used to be frightened by the blower were stacked on the table, and the crooked tables and chairs were all rearranged neatly.

As for those terrifying and exciting scenery and soundtracks, they completely disappeared without a trace.

Zhuang Die walked halfway, and even couldn't help feeling a little inexplicably lost: "Are we going the right way?"

Ling Su snapped his fingers, extinguished the jumping flames at his fingertips, and shook his head: "The smell after burning the complex is the same."

Now it seems that this haunted house should be the "dream core" of the dream owner.

Those emotions that have been repeatedly suppressed and finally completely silenced are all accumulated in the haunted house, waiting for an outlet that may never come.

The two had reached the end of the haunted house, Ling Su confirmed the direction to Zhuang Die, and turned into a side road.

He was about to push open the door, but suddenly stopped: "Who's inside?"

The people inside the door seemed to have heard the commotion outside, and rushed over to slam the door hard, and could vaguely hear anxious shouts and whimpers.

The other party kept pushing and pulling the door of the room, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless—it seemed that the door could only be opened from the outside, but the people inside would never be able to open the door and walk out.

Like... that coffin.

Ling Su and Zhuang Die looked at each other.

Without further delay, he stretched out his hand and opened the door and walked in.

This time, there was an extra set of tables and chairs in the room, but the coffin went somewhere.

A middle-aged woman stood not far from the door, her face was haggard and pale, her eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

When she saw Ling Su, she rushed over as if she saw a savior: "Have you seen my son? I was deceived. He must have been taken away and reformed. I have to find him!"

Ling Su stepped back half a step, holding the opponent's arm with one hand.

Both he and Zhuang Die recognized this face.

In that dream of traps, the woman used this face to stage a realistic scene of mother-child love.

"It doesn't matter, we have already dealt with it."

Ling Su directly revealed his identity: "I am the person in charge of the special incident handling team."

He walked around the woman, set up a chair for her, and walked behind the table: "Please remain calm, we need to learn more about the details..."

……5 minutes later.

Under Ling Su's explanation, the woman's emotions gradually calmed down, panting and slumped down on the chair.

Knowing that a catastrophe was almost caused, she blamed herself even more, and kept beating herself hard: "Why did I believe that kind of words? My son is very good, only a little bit disobedient, I just want him to change his mind." It's fine..."

From the woman's mouth, Ling Su got a completely different version of the story.

Her son, Chen Le, is in high school. He is very obedient, studies hard, and gets along well with his teachers and classmates.

The only thing that worries the parents is that Chen Le's hobbies are not sunny enough and positive.He always likes some scary and weird elements. He not only hides in the house to study, but also secretly draws things that look unhealthy at school.

Not long ago, Chen Le's father found those paintings in his schoolbag and tore them all into pieces in a rage.

They heard that there is now a juvenile behavior correction center, so they sent their son there, hoping that the other party could help him get rid of this problem...

"If I knew this kind of thing would happen, I would never send him there!"

The woman's eyes were red from crying: "I'm doing it for my son's good, I want his good..."

She had already heard Ling Su's explanation, and finally she was not overwhelmed by the despair like the sky falling.

The woman raised her head and looked at Ling Su as if she had found a savior: "You said you confiscated his identity by doing the mission, so you can return my son to me as long as you complete the mission?"

Ling Su nodded: "Theoretically, it is."

The woman was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but her face turned pale because of the hidden meaning in his words: "Theoretically... what does it mean?"

"We still need some final confirmation."

Ling Su opened a questionnaire: "For example, your son's current psychological state, current relationship with his parents, personal safety after returning home..."

"We will never send him to that kind of place again!" The woman swore hastily, "We can guarantee it!"

Due to excessive tension, her voice was a little hoarse: "His father has also reflected on it, and he will not treat his son like that in the future. We will hire the best psychiatrist for him..."

Zhuang Die suddenly said: "Do you want to invite him?"

"Of course!" the woman said anxiously, "We—"

Zhuang Die shook his head: "It's you who should call a psychiatrist."

The woman stood there in astonishment.

She looked at the last line of the form in Ling Su's hand, and wanted to grab it to make a check mark, but she couldn't move.

It's obviously close at hand.

Ling Su marked the last column of the form with a cross, folded it up and put it in his pocket.

He shook his head: "Sorry."

The woman stared at Ling Su's movements, her whole body seemed to be frozen in place, and then suddenly collapsed, falling to the ground exhausted.

"Please." The woman begged hoarsely, "Please, give me back my son..."

Her emotions were on the verge of collapse, and even the projection in her dream was vaguely wrapped in black air, and the whole portrait seemed to be integrated with the shadow.

"Haven't you already broken that trap?"

The woman asked hoarsely: "It has been broken, and the bad guys have been caught, so the task is completed?"

"Let me take my son home, can't we solve the rest together as a family?"

"Why did you take my son away?"

Under the light, the dark shadow also had two empty eyes, making a vague voice: "Give me back my son..."

"Because your son is not perfect." Zhuang Die said.

The black shadow trembled violently, and the voice suddenly disappeared.

"You can't tolerate anything less than perfect, including your child - you are determined to use your own methods to transform him. But no matter what you do, he will have a way to avoid you."

Zhuang Die said slowly: "The most outrageous thing is that he dared to hide in his dreams privately."

……

"He is very talented. He built an entire amusement park for himself in his dream. The primary school classroom where he can sit in the corner and secretly read extra-curricular books, and the commercial street where he can sneak out to play, have all been copied into his dream. .”

"You can't let that happen, can you?"

Zhuang Die looked at the black shadow: "So you managed to enter his dream."

"He is the owner of the dream. You have no way to directly affect the dream. But you can interfere with him, because he has long been used to your interference and dare not make any resistance at all."

"You can't destroy the amusement park, but you can ask that no one is allowed in the amusement park. You personally teach him in the elementary school classroom. In order to prevent him from grasping the accurate change of time, you never tell him what day it is, only the day of the week There are different courses. You don’t allow him to go to the busiest commercial street, as long as he dares to step in, he will be planted into a tree..."

The black shadow couldn't listen anymore, and rushed towards him, but was forced back by the sudden appearance of flames.

Ling Su's scalpel twirled in the palm of his hand and poked it on the table.

Zhuang Die still stood where he was, his eyebrows flickering brightly and darkly in the light of the fire.He didn't seem to pay attention to this small accident, and continued to speak calmly.

"It was you who took the initiative to make him confuse dream and reality, because you found that it was easier to control him in the dream than in reality."

"You can have a perfect son in your dreams."

"You trapped him in your perfect world."

……

The black shadow became more and more distorted, and tried to interrupt him several times, but was frightened back by Ling Su's scalpel.

"What makes you more and more unbearable is that your son is still resisting."

Zhuang Die had figured out the secret of the dream, and his speech speed gradually accelerated: "He hid in the haunted house and set up rules for the haunted house—those rules are used to protect himself."

"He keeps reminding himself that he is in a dream by setting scenes, and establishes a channel that can be teleported between different scenes. When you are about to catch up, the 'tap dancer' he set will appear to remind him Escape to the next scene as soon as possible."

"It was difficult for him to stay awake for a long time, so he left a message to himself in a few places that only he knew, reminding himself of his next destination."

"I should have thought of that."

Zhuang Die met Ling Su's gaze: "The process of us being led into the trap dream was too deliberate, as if—someone deliberately exposed that place."

Ling Su twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the struggling shadow, and took over the conversation: "You have been observing us secretly, and when you realize that we are about to discover the truth, use another truth to lure us there."

The black shadow made an inaudible rustling sound, as if he was powerlessly defending himself.

"Isn't it the first time you have cooperated? You lied about this matter, you didn't just send him there."

Ling Su went straight to the point: "You and that juvenile behavior correction center have actually been working together to control your son, otherwise you wouldn't be so clear about how to interfere with dreams."

"But you really 'love' your son. You just didn't expect that the price of making your son 'obedient' would be so serious." Ling Su said, "So your feelings just now are completely sincere, even I also Can't find a flaw..."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the black shadow finally calmed down gradually.

That layer of gloom receded slowly, but the facial features on the woman's face still seemed to be dark hollows.

She curled up on the ground exhausted, her voice was low and hoarse: "Why on earth have you been investigating...why won't you stop?"

She lowered her head and muttered: "Your mission has been completed, you should go, what are you looking for..."

"Looking for help."

Zhuang Die overturned the table, revealing the scratches in the table: "You urgently remodeled the coffin, but you didn't know that there were numbers hidden in these scratches-and these seemingly meaningless scratches, every time The groups are all three short, three long and three short, which translates to 'SOS'."

The three seats picked out in the classroom just formed a triangle, which was also a common signal of distress in the whole area.

As long as a distress signal is received, search and rescue must be carried out. This is the primary task of the special incident handling team.

"We determined that Chen Le needs help. The relevant institutions will temporarily house him until he is able to take care of himself."

Ling Su tore off the survey form a few times, and a flame ignited, burning the shredded paper: "When you return to reality, you will also receive our notification."

The woman collapsed on the ground.

She seemed to have begun to regret it, and it seemed that she didn't realize where she was wrong, and she couldn't figure out how everything got to where she is today.

"But I just want my son to be better."

The woman whispered: "Am I wrong? I'm just doing it for his own good..."

"By the way." Zhuang Die said, "Do you know that there is a copy of Shelley's Poems in your son's room?"

The woman slowly raised her head, her eyes were blank: "What?"

"No. 157, Shelley Street." Zhuang Die took out his notebook and tore off a page that had been transcribed. "I read page 157 of "Shelley's Anthology of Poems." The poem is called "Freedom."

Zhuang Die left the copied poem to the woman, quickly caught up with Ling Su, and left the room.

The owner of this dream domain has given up resistance.

He knew what his mother was going to do to him, but he held a faint obsession, hoping to be rescued from this cage.The haunted house failed to stop his mother, and he finally lost even the last safe house, so he sealed himself in an unopenable coffin.

He was forced to turn into a tree, standing silently in the cold night, looking at the free shadow he imagined in the mist, and hearing the wailing hidden in his body.

The owner of the dream realm has fallen into a deep sleep, and as long as Ling Su is willing, he can unlock this dream at any time.

"By the way, Captain." Zhuang Die asked Ling Su, "Why do you have to tap dance? I've never been able to figure it out."

Ling Su was also thinking about this matter, he smiled and shook his head lightly: "Maybe only the person involved knows about this kind of thing..."

They left the ruined amusement park, and when they were about to leave, they stopped at the door again.

"Go to sleep first, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

Ling Su snapped his fingers, and the flames floated up, lighting up the street lamps covered in cobwebs and dust in the amusement park: "I wish us a good dream tonight."

……

In reality, the teenager sat on a chair like a puppet with his hands flat on his lap.

He sat among the torn papers on the floor, his father's snarl and his mother's sternness far from being real.He sat motionless, half asleep, and did not move or speak.

On the desk in front of him, there is an alarm clock that his mother used to supervise him to get up on time.

The dark, pointed and long metal pointer pointed straight to the next number, and then bounced back slightly.

Da da da.

Someone was knocking on the door, and it was the voice of a stranger who had never heard before: "Is Chen Le there? Someone anonymously provided us with information, and you need help."

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As long as one cloud flashes lightning, thousands of islands are illuminated by it;

Although the earthquake cremated only one city, a hundred cities were shocked by it, and there was a roar from the ground.

-Shelley