don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Song Huaimin, who was listening intently and preparing to write it down: "..."

Zhuang Die was very firm in his reasoning, put away the small bench and stood up, and looked around with the awning in hand.

Ling Su coughed, raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose: "Old Song... I can explain."

Even though he said this, his expression was obviously a lot of embarrassment.

Even though he tried his best to control his expression considering Song Huaimin's feelings, the corners of Ling Su's mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards.

Facing the stern deputy captain, he quickly recalled and recited the self-review he had just written, while taking the time to whisper to Zhuang Die: "Wait, I'll play with you later..."

"Explain what? You're just playing with fire again!" Knowing this person's behavior too well, Song Huaimin guessed the whole story without thinking, "It's better to do it openly in front of the newcomer!"

Song Huaimin was heartbroken: "Did you play cool while lighting the fire? If you really have the ability to set fire to mountains, that's fine, you're just a little flame selling matches!"

Ling Su was not satisfied with this summary: "It's snapping your fingers, this step is very important."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Huaimin eagerly and waited expectantly for the other party to answer "what's important".

Song Huaimin: "..."

If you continue to ask at this time, this person will pull out a bunch of papers like "Is there any need for meaningless coolness?"

Song Huaimin sometimes even suspects that Ling Su has been unable to enter the mainstream psychological world because he always writes such messy papers. He can't even get a professional qualification, and can only wander in marginal professions such as dealing with dreams.

He made up his mind again, vowed that he would never say anything to Ling Su, and turned back to Zhuang Die: "What did you find?"

Zhuang Die had finished looking at the nearby terrain, picked up a twig along the way, and drew a schematic diagram on the beach.

"The Divine Comedy is Dante's work. He described it as No.1. In his middle age, he strayed into a dark forest and met three ferocious beasts, namely a she-wolf, a lion and a leopard."

Zhuang Die said while painting: "Then he summoned a soul, and the other party told him that the three beasts were invincible and had to go another way."

While he was speaking, there seemed to be a huge and deep roar faintly coming from the depths of the gloomy jungle.

The roar seemed to be coming from a very far away, making it difficult to tell whether it was the roar of a ferocious beast or the slow surge of lava in the depths.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves rubbing against each other, the pitch-black sky was also extremely low. Above their heads, it seemed that invisible thick clouds were slowly gathering.

Ling Su failed to find the opportunity to publish his new thesis. After regretting for a while, he walked over: "I turned around and looked back at the pass-like forest..."

"It's precisely this pass that no one has ever escaped from." Zhuang Die continued, his eyes lit up, "Captain, you can also recite "Divine Comedy"."

Ling Su admitted frankly: "I can recite a few sentences, mainly for pretending to be deep or being cool."

It wasn't that he deliberately didn't stop those two people from entering the forest - Ling Su and Zhuang Die had just finished teleporting at that time, and they hadn't had time to read the brochure, so naturally they didn't know any rules of this paradise island.

This island will continue to consume the mental power of the intruder. According to the thinking of normal people, the longer you stay, the more trouble you will cause yourself.Always keeping moving and solving problems quickly is indeed the best solution among all options.

"Wait." Song Huaimin finally caught up with the train of thought of these two people, "I still have a question."

He picked up the booklet: "According to this, why did those people go to such lengths to make this thing out?"

According to Zhuang Die's speculation, the hostage-taker knows about this dreamland, so naturally he doesn't need to read the brochure—but this is not a black travel agency that defrauds people and forces consumption, and there is no need to show these to visiting customers content.

But here comes a paradox.

If internal personnel do not need to read, external personnel do not need to read.The only purpose of this introduction booklet is to remind them that this is a dreamland made according to Dante's "Divine Comedy", so they must not enter the forest...

It is almost impossible for this kind of thing to happen if the police did not put an undercover agent inside in advance and the hostage-taker's brain is not broken.

"So, there are two branches here."

Ling Su took the introduction booklet from him and flipped through it back and forth: "Old Song, did you observe it carefully enough?"

The brochure they are seeing now is actually the projection given by Song Huaimin in the conscious world after Song Huaimin saw the brochure in the real world, and all the relevant memory details were extracted and visualized by the "cocoon".

Strictly speaking, this is actually an "introduction book in the eyes of Song Huaimin".

An ordinary person with average abilities can improve the accuracy to more than 90.00% after training.People with an art background may improve it to 90.00% or even 97, but it is still difficult to make this kind of projection completely consistent with real objects.

This is due to differences in people's occupations, personalities, habits, and past experiences.

Human observation must be subjective, because the angle and entry point will unconsciously bring personal habits, and when the memory is generated, it has actually been modified by our subconscious mind.

Song Huaimin knew what Ling Su meant, and was stunned for a moment: "It should be accurate, right? I can guarantee that there is absolutely no discrepancy in the above content."

"Not these." Ling Su shook his head, "The paper used for this brochure, the printing quality, the degree of wear, and the creases on the spine. Has it been read by anyone, has it folded corners, or has it been made mark……"

Song Huaimin was stopped by his question, and he frowned and thought carefully.

"No markings, I didn't see any handwriting on it other than the typeface... and there were no folded corners." He tried his best to recall the scene at the time. "The rest is hard to say. When we arrived, it was already a mess."

The arrest operation was unlikely to be peaceful, and the archives seemed to have been deliberately sabotaged.Those people destroyed a lot of evidence in a hurry, and before they had time to use the shredder, they poured ink on it. The entire archive room was in chaos, and this booklet fell into the deep cracks to escape.

The situation was urgent at that time, and Song Huaimin only read it hastily because he found that there was an introduction about Dream Realm and realized that it might be useful.

Most of his attention was focused on the safety of the hostages, and it was really difficult to separate his energy to confirm these details.

"It's normal." Ling Su didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and nodded, "Under that situation, you can still pay attention to every detail, but it is necessary to be regarded as a dangerous person, and you have to find a way to guard it..."

Song Huaimin couldn't help complaining: "So the higher ups appointed me as your vice-captain, are they actually asking me to take care of you?"

Ling Su looked at him seriously: "Otherwise?"

Song Huaimin was stunned, he was inexplicably distracted, and grabbed Ling Su to ask what was going on, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the other party's uncontrollable triumphant smile: "..."

"No matter how you say it, this manual must be meaningful. It should be a piece of information circulated among these people, and it secretly records the route in the dream realm."

Zhuang Die came out of his own thinking, and he just found out that Song Huaimin was rolling up his sleeves and chasing Ling Su around: "Captain?"

With one hand supported, Ling Su lightly jumped over the tree branch in front of him, and returned to him: "I agree."

It was because of this thought that Ling Su went out of his way to confirm more details of the booklet with Song Huaimin.

"If the brochures are new and of good quality, it means they are still recruiting new accomplices."

Zhuang Die thought for a while: "The quality of the paper is average. Everything on this island is likely to be constantly changing, so the correct route has to be changed constantly. Because it is temporary printing, there is no need to use too high-quality paper and ink. "

Ling Su still held the brochure in his hand, touched the creases on the book, and flicked the frayed title page lightly with his fingers: "I also hope that things will be this ordinary and warm. Routine developments..."

The best situation is that Song Huaimin only memorized the contents of the booklet and didn't pay attention to the rest.

And these memories and the impressions of other books in his mind were bridged a second time, and processed into the booklet in front of him, which was extracted by "cocoon" and projected into the hands of several people.

If Song Huaimin just doesn't have subjective memory, but the habit left by the police for many years makes him instinctively pay attention to every detail with his subconscious even if he doesn't observe specifically...

Ling Su didn't continue to think about it.

Even though this matter is very important, and may even be directly related to the main line of the entire dream, the first priority before him is still to find the right path.

They can't enter the forest rashly, but they can't stay here forever.All the physical sensations in this dreamland are extremely real. Although the hypothermia caused by the cold is not obvious, it will also cause a lot of mental exhaustion.

Ling Su raised his head, looked at the deputy captain who had fully moved his body and his eyes were like copper bells, and was completely relieved: "Let's walk along the beach first, and we should be able to find the scene corresponding to the prompt."

Zhuang Die nodded. He took out two flashlights and distributed them to Ling Su and Song Huaimin, while he put on the headlamp himself.

In such an environment, the light may indeed expose itself and cause a crisis.But the beach in front of us is rocky, and the junction with the sea is also extremely rugged. If there is not enough lighting equipment, even ordinary exploration will be difficult.

Standing on the rock, Zhuang Die asked Ling Su to fix his headlamp and looked out to the sea.

The sea water is also hidden in a dark night, washing the reef calmly, the sound of the tide wraps the whole island, and the sea surface seems to be shrouded in a thick layer of mist.

Even if you try to look into the fog, you can't see anything clearly. You can only vaguely see a little light shining from the depths of the fog.

"Is it a lighthouse?" Song Huaimin came over, "It's too far away, I can't see anything clearly."

"There will be a chance to find out what it is."

Ling Su gave Zhuang Die a hand and let Zhuang Die jump off the rock to stand firm: "Let's go, let's visit this 'prison'."

Song Huaimin hadn't settled the score with him yet, since Zhuang Die was still a half-new team member, he could only save face for the captain Ling Su, and kicked the air a few times behind to try to relieve his anger.

If the vows made can be realized into bricks, Song Huaimin's vow of "believe this guy is xxx again" can probably build a very nice two-story villa...

Ling Su didn't make jokes anymore, and walked ahead with a flashlight.

His movements were very professional. The flashlight in his hand swept across the fan-shaped area in front of him at a constant frequency, constantly reminding him of the location of undercurrents and reefs on the beach.Occasionally, like eyes growing in the back of his head, he suddenly and accurately reached out to help Zhuang Die who had stepped on an unstable rock.

In order to balance the consumption of mental power to the maximum extent, Ling Su has always maintained a speed that is not too slow and not too exhausting, moving forward along the tortuous coastline.

It didn't take too long for them to circle out of the forest and enter a relatively flat area.

Although the ground was a lot flatter, the whole road became narrower and narrower.

On one side was the icy water that lapped tirelessly against the shore, so close at hand, and on the other side, it rose higher and higher, even steeply rising into the dark depths.

Standing below and looking up, it seems as if it has penetrated into the thick dark clouds in the sky.

Zhuang Die suddenly made a new discovery on the cliff: "Captain."

"This is a barnacle, you can't eat it." Ling Su looked along the light, "They like to gather in groups on the rocky reefs by the sea... If you have a fear of concentration, it's best not to go back and search for photos of this thing in the daytime."

Just as Zhuang Die was about to write it down, he sighed with regret when he heard the words, and put away the notebook.

"There will be barnacles here, indicating that this is an intertidal zone, and the height is about 75 centimeters."

Ling Su made a rough estimate, squatted down again, and probed down with one hand to measure the sea water: "Let's go forward for about one kilometer, if we don't find it again, we have to turn back no matter what."

Seeing these, it is not difficult to guess that the road under the feet of the three is flat because it is hidden under the sea most of the time.

Only when the tide is low, the road will be exposed-and most of the time, the sea will tightly hug the cliffs and wash the reefs.

If they stay here for too long, until the next high tide, they are likely to be in a difficult situation from which they cannot escape.

Song Huaimin finally saw this person's work pattern, and felt a little emotional for no reason: "If you can keep doing this, you should be able to find a good job of distributing leaflets on the street when you live on the street and starve to death in the future."

"..." Ling Su couldn't help asking: "Old Song, have you always been so sincere in your wishes for my future?"

He seemed to have found another reason for his bad luck. He stopped and turned around to speak when the flashlight suddenly seemed to have caught something.

Zhuang Die's headlight also shone on that spot, and the two looked at each other and walked over quickly.

It is a rock wall that has begun to peel off under the erosion and weathering of sea water. The rare coastal plants are blown away by the wind, exposing the material hidden under the dark brown reef.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, they made new discoveries under the reef.

It was a small periscope that looked extremely sophisticated, and seemed to belong in the realm of science fiction.The metal shell seems to have been treated with special anti-corrosion treatment, and it is still flat and smooth, just reflecting a little imperceptible flashlight light.