don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Ling Su stopped the hand that was spinning the pen.

The pen slowly turned the last half circle, hovered over the tiger's mouth of his right hand in a very difficult posture, and swayed slightly.

...Perhaps character is conserved.

Specifically, after accumulating 100 yuan of "bricks with the best quality in the world" in the prize pool, there is a certain probability that he will get a partner who will take the initiative to move a small bench and post it when he rushes to report in pain.

No matter how you look at it, Ling Su feels that his guess is very close to the truth.

He controlled his breathing rate, adjusted his posture gently, and avoided making large movements to scare away his partner next to him: "Find you a book to read?"

Zhuang Die shook his head: "I brought the game console."

"Where did the game come from..." Ling Su asked halfway, and suddenly realized that this was a self-defeating question, "It's okay."

Ling Su didn't even know that there were game consoles in the prize pool.

Most of the results of his whim to challenge his luck will basically randomly produce tiles of different colors. Occasionally, when his character is overwhelmed, he can draw "superb aesthetic beach pants" or "the most perfect trash can in the world".

Ling Su closed the personal background page, swallowed the rest of the words calmly, and stopped disturbing Zhuang Die who had already started to choose the game.

The pen began to spin round and round in his hand again.

Ling Su sat at the desk, holding back a few words from time to time, and then quickly filled in the mostly blank paper.

The biggest advantage of rushing to report in Dreamland is that you don't have to worry about the cleanliness of the paper.

Wrong words will disappear automatically as soon as they are crossed out. Ling Su deleted, edited and rewritten half a page, thinking that it was impossible to fool the deputy captain, so he had to rewrite it from beginning to end.

The raindrops from the roof leak in the perfect trash can.

Ling Su held the pen, lowered his head to study the in-depth self-criticism he had made up for a while, and turned his head slightly.

Zhuang Die was sitting on a small bench with his game console in his arms, concentrating on playing games.

The game console was muted, and the screen was an exploration and decryption game.Zhuang Die's technique is very good, controlling the villain on the screen to dexterously escape the attack of the flames, land and roll, and release the big move to easily send away the approaching mutant creatures.

The crimson door made of lava slowly opened, and a countdown appeared on the top of the screen.

Zhuang Die quickly tapped on the screen, manipulating the villain to go straight to the corner, plundered all the gold coins scattered on the ground, and rushed out the door at the last second.

Ling Su couldn't hold back his smile, and gently pressed the corner of his mouth.

Zhuang Die noticed his gaze: "Captain?"

"Play with you." Ling Su tapped the table twice with the end of his pen, "I'll rest my mind."

Zhuang Die let out a "huh", and his subordinates kept on attacking the mechanical Tyrannosaurus rex on the opposite side with a set of super combos.The "perfect" operation evaluation popped up on the screen, and the attack power was instantly increased by 10%.

Ling Su looked at the pattern on the door, and suddenly remembered: "Is this a game made by the bull-headed designer?"

"Tomb of the Empire." Zhuang Die nodded, "This is the last one, Mechanical Winter."

In the game, players need to manipulate an artificial human whose whole body has been transformed into a machine, and only the consciousness belongs to him to experience many adventures.Break into the underground labyrinth, find your lost body, and try to start the steam-powered "flying ship" to return to the original world.

The game had a very low release and has not been reset since.Except for a small number of hardcore players who may still keep the cassette, it is almost difficult to find the original version.

Zhuang Die just searched with the mentality of trying, and actually found it.

Ling Su was a little curious, put down his pen, and watched a few levels.

……

It didn't take long for him to fully understand why this sequel was not selling well.

This game has a very uncommon sense setting-the combat power of the mechanical limbs is very strong, but the player's body frozen in liquid nitrogen after being disassembled is very powerless to manipulate.If you can't find a weapon, you can't use any powerful killing moves at all.

It can be seen that the game designers also put a lot of energy on the character values.

The operation is very realistic. As the player gradually retrieves the scattered body parts, the action efficiency is getting closer and closer to the real state, while the original gray status of "fatigue", "injury" and "bleeding" on the panel are also gradually activated.

In the last few levels, Zhuang Die had to collect blood bottles and medicines everywhere in order to maintain the normal actions of the villain on the screen.

Ling Su picked up the pen again: "It's a pity."

Zhuang Die was holding the game console, and he was vigorously rummaging through boxes and cabinets to search for blood bottles. Hearing this, he was curious: "Isn't it fun?"

"If you only consider the playability, it's really not very good." Ling Su shook his head.

"Most people play games to relax. From a psychological point of view, in order to ensure the game experience, non-PvP games will basically adopt the mode of the protagonist getting stronger all the way."

Ling Su explained: "Usually, it will actively improve the success rate of the player's moves in the later stage, giving the player invincibility for a few tenths of a second, and the last blood will be more durable than imagined. Only in this way can the player have a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Feeling, if the design is reversed..."

He was talking while writing the review, and when he was distracted for a moment, another cluster of flames burst out from his fingertips.

Ling Su quickly extinguished the flame, checked the paper back and forth several times, and was relieved when he found that it hadn't been burned.

Zhuang Die was quickly attracted by the flames, and his subordinates slowed down for a moment. The villain stumbled on the threshold and fell face down holding the gold coins he had just picked up.

The screen instantly turned gray, and a wandering soul floated out of the villain's body.

Zhuang Die: "..."

Ling Su coughed, raised his fist to the corner of his lips, and tried to remain serious: "...Maybe it won't be very fun."

Having already got the answer, Zhuang Die sighed in great disappointment, and threw the game console aside.

The game was saved in the previous level, and there is no rush to revive it yet.Zhuang Die stretched out his hand, pulled Ling Su's right hand in front of him, turned it over and over for a closer look.

Ling Su's hands are a little bigger than his, with clear but not too obvious joints, cold white and slender fingers, which don't match the warmth of the palm.

Zhuang Die failed to find the magic item in his palm, and raised his head in confusion.

"It's not magic." Ling Su came back to his senses and explained, "It can be understood as... a skill."

Zhuang Die checked his background. He did see the skill column in the list, but it has not been unlocked yet, and it is still gray that cannot be clicked.

In the previous dream, Ling Su also ignited the cluster of fires, burning away the entangled and angry obsessions of the dream master being sealed in the haunted house.

"When we are in a dream, because we are in the subconscious world, we can use some of the public power that has been deposited in the subconscious. Some schools also call this 'collective unconsciousness'."

Ling Su made an analogy: "Understand each person's consciousness as an island, and these islands are connected to each other in the depths of the sea. Experienced practitioners can slightly mobilize the ocean currents and stir up a handful of gravel on the seabed... "

This kind of statement is too stream-of-consciousness, Zhuang Die didn't understand a word, but he still took notes seriously.

The small bench couldn't reach the table, so Zhuang Die put the notebook on his lap and wrote the last word neatly.

Holding the pen, he continued to wait for Ling Su to continue.

Ling Su met Zhuang Die's focused gaze, opened his mouth, suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter, touched the back of his head and let out a breath.

Ling Su got off the chair and squatted down. He held Zhuang Die's hand and gently closed the notebook.

He completely changed the phrase, letting his knuckles hit the air with a crisp sound: "That's right, I can ignite a fire just by snapping my fingers."

……

It's a cool ability with almost no apparent use.

To complete the act of "igniting" normally, you only need to carry a lighter with you.If you want to ignite the fire from a long distance, you can also use bullets to rub off sparks like Song Huaimin did in the simulated dream.

Similar to the settings of many games, the skills and equipment that can be carried in the Dream Realm are limited - just like the blood bar, triggering skills consumes a person's mental power, but with mental exhaustion, people will inevitably lose Action force.

To use the common and popular expression we usually use, it is "the brain can't move".

Thought creations only use memory, so the consumption is the least.If Zhuang Die rubs a hundred chainsaws in a row, he will feel mentally exhausted, which is about the same as finishing ten sets of college entrance examination math papers in one breath.

Carrying the equipment provided by "Cocoon" consumes mental power equivalent to grabbing a book and memorizing it madly before approaching the examination room, temporarily forcing all the details of the equipment into the mind.

The triggering of "skills" requires the understanding and application of the rules while recalling all the details in the memory.

Normally, a member of a trained special operations team can carry less than three pieces of equipment and cooperate with one skill, so it is necessary to plan carefully to avoid wasting energy.

Vice Captain Song's blood pressure would soar when he saw this kind of fancy but extremely poorly practical skill.

Therefore, if he is performing missions with the vice-captain, Ling Su is usually very restrained, and never refrains from lighting fires everywhere...

Zhuang Die didn't quite agree with this view: "But it's so cool."

He imitated Ling Su's movements and snapped his fingers several times, but unfortunately he couldn't find any sparks between his fingers, and sighed while rubbing his sore fingers.

"I think so."

Ling Su took it for granted, and hid behind the table with his new partner, muttering: "Who can refuse a small flame that will pop out when you snap your fingers..."

His words suddenly paused, and his eyes moved to the side not far away.

In his dreamland, Zhuang Die followed the tutorial to call out and put away the virtual screen, knowing that Ling Su was checking the information on his personal background.

"There is an urgent temporary mission..." Ling Su browsed the page quickly, "It's the distress signal transferred by 'cocoon'."

The relaxed look quickly disappeared from his face.

Ling Su finished flipping through the mission introduction, leaned back on the chair, rested one hand on the edge of the table, and tapped the table with his fingertips slowly one after another.

Zhuang Die suddenly discovered that the space in the dream domain seemed to be slightly strange.

It seems that there are invisible strings laid out, cutting the air sharply, humming and slowly intertwining into a net...

Ling Su suddenly woke up.

He raised his head, and this strange feeling suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to normal in an instant.

"Something went wrong, Lao Song's side is not going well."

Ling Su got up: "In that youth behavior correction center, although other people were successfully controlled, their consciousness hid in the dream realm."

There are other victims in the hands of the other party. They took hostages and hid in a certain dream realm, and remodeled and strengthened the dream realm.

If they are not released in reality, the other party may make more aggressive moves at any time.

In order to ensure the safety of the hostages, Song Huaimin went to negotiate alone according to their request, and was also trapped in the dream realm, and the current situation is unknown.

Lingsu removed the privacy protection of the screen.

On the light screen, Zhuang Die saw the photos sent back by other players.

It was a formal-looking "corrective institution", with more than a dozen sleep capsules placed in the room.EEG monitoring showed that everyone was asleep and in an active REM phase.

Although the "cocoon" can forcibly shatter the dream realm, it will also cause irreversible damage to the consciousness of the person concerned-this is the final solution in the most extreme case.

The identity of the dream owner has not yet been confirmed. Once these people hide in the dream of a victim, the consequences will be extremely serious.

……

"Let's go and solve the problem our way."

Ling Su stood up and held out his hand to Zhuang Die: "Let's meet their dreams for a while."