don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Under the leadership of the enthusiastic person in charge, Zhuang Die, a new employee who joined FireWire, left the meeting room.

Tonight hadn't passed yet, it was pitch black outside the window, the corridor was very quiet, and the doors of the rooms on both sides were tightly closed.

"The others haven't finished the test yet." Song Huaimin caught up with a large stack of materials, and explained to Zhuang Die in a low voice, "It's a simulated dream for training and evaluating novices, because you discovered and destroyed the anchor point in advance, So the Dream Realm collapsed ahead of time, and the entire group was forced to eject..."

His description is mixed with a lot of professional vocabulary, which sounds too boring.

Ling Su pulled Zhuang Die closer and translated to him in a low voice: "You are the smartest."

Zhuang Die nodded modestly.

Song Huaimin: "..."

Ling Su smiled again. He led Zhuang Die to the room at the end of the corridor, entered his fingerprints, and opened the door.

This is a three-storey detached villa with a red brick structure, with a well-kept garden and balcony, and creeper leaves cover the entire wall.

The whole building is not very eye-catching from the outside. To those who don't know it, it is almost thought that it is a private property used by an ordinary retired homeowner to enjoy life.But as long as you enter the villa, you will be dazzled by the ubiquitous professional sound insulation materials and various instruments.

"Normal people will gradually transition from non-rapid eye movement sleep to rapid eye movement sleep, or REM, sixty to nine 10 minutes after falling asleep."

Ling Su signaled Zhuang Die to press the scanning port with his thumb and input Zhuang Die's fingerprint: "A REM session will only last for ten to 15 minutes, usually accounting for 20.00% to 25% of the total sleep time. These two states will alternate back and forth for four to five minutes. Five times, a person spends about nine or 10 minutes at night dreaming ... none of this has anything to do with our work."

Ling Su waited for a few seconds, confirmed that the fingerprint entry was successful, and pointed to the wall: "This is what we want to record."

When entering the room, Zhuang Die had already seen the staff rules hanging on the wall.

This code is not long, probably in order to make every employee have a deep impression on this code, it uses particularly eye-catching bold boldface.

First, it is strictly forbidden to establish a channel without permission to sneak into other people's dreams.

Second, it is strictly forbidden to enter the dreamland alone. In any case, one or more employees must accompany them.If there is an accidental downsizing to only one person at work, you must immediately try to get out of the dream.

Third, it is strictly forbidden to fall asleep again in a dream, and stay awake when you cannot distinguish whether you are in reality or a dream.

Fourth, do not open your eyes until you are fully sure of returning to your dream.

……

Ling Su printed out the new work permit, saw that Zhuang Die was still reading the employee rules, and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, these are basically to avoid extreme situations, our work is actually very safe and happy... What color do you like? Sleeping pod?"

"Ling Su, wait a minute." Song Huaimin made a phone call outside the door, and finally found a chance to interrupt, "There is something wrong."

Song Huaimin apologized to Zhuang Die, who was choosing the color, and pulled Ling Su aside: "Just now the registration office confirmed the registration form. This Mr. Zhuang didn't want to come to our place, but he made a mistake."

Ling Su nodded, "Yes."

"According to the relevant information obtained by the Ministry of Personnel, this person has been on sick leave for three months, has a history of long-term insomnia and sedative drugs, and the status evaluation result is E."

Song Huaimin kept his voice very low, trying not to let Zhuang Die hear: "E means no or almost no ability to work, you can use this reason to persuade you to quit... huh?"

Song Huaimin finally realized: "What are you doing to me? You know he went wrong?!"

Ling Su: "Hush."

"Shh what?!" Song Huaimin's eyes widened, "He is not in good health and has no relevant work experience. No matter how short we are, you can't trick him in—"

Ling Su didn't quite agree with the vice-captain's opinion. He turned around and walked towards Zhuang Die who was parked in front of the brown bear-themed sleep cabin: "Have you ever dreamed?"

"I've done it." Zhuang Die quickly recited new knowledge points this time, "I also found an anchor point in the dream realm."

Ling Su nodded: "He has work experience."

Song Huaimin: "..."

Ling Su briefly explained a few words, and taught Zhuang Die to enter the sleep cabin and lie down: "Okay, then we will start the induction training and practice. The sleep cabin will release infrasound waves of the same frequency simultaneously, and I will enter the dream just mentioned with you , I will find you."

"Close your eyes, relax your body and consciousness, the instrument will guide you into a dream..."

Zhuang Die flattened into the sleeping cabin.

He has also received similar treatment before, but unfortunately the sleeping cabin in the hospital is expensive, and due to some unexplained reasons, even the sleeping cabin cannot allow Zhuang Di to get enough stable and abundant sleep.

But in the simulated dream test that he just accepted, Zhuang Die had a rare good night's sleep.

Zhuang Die deliberately checked his record in the voice recorder before going to bed. Since this month, this is the first time that he has had more than four hours of complete sleep without the assistance of excessive drugs.

Recalling the risk assessment of sudden death in the last physical examination, Zhuang Di was inexplicably moved, and closed his eyes piously: "Is this another kind of death if you don't work..."

Ling Su lay down in the sleeping cabin next to him.

The slight buzzing sound of the instrument starting to work sounded, and the gentle beating of the waves seemed to be wrapped around the surroundings, and the sounds from the outside world were wonderfully filtered and became distant and blurred...

Opening his eyes again, Zhuang Die had already returned to the apartment.

A little different from the simulated situation, this time he woke up not in the bedroom, but in the bathroom, facing the mirror with a pretty good beautification effect.

Zhuang Die resisted the urge to turn on the recorder, fumbled in the pocket of his pajama pants with one hand, and came across the familiar metal shell before walking to the mirror with confidence.

He roughly understood the "restricted dream" mentioned by the bald youth after waking up.

Unlike the clipped and copied dreams that were deleted and used for assessment, now he is using a sleep cabin dedicated to employees, which has been sent into the real original dream by the instrument.

The whole washroom was shrouded in an abnormal chill that could not be ignored, and a strange feeling of being spied on icily crawled on the back of his neck, as if something was dormant in the darkness behind him, greedily watching everything that came in.

Zhuang Die looked at himself in the mirror.

This time the picture is much more restricted.Zhuang Die in the mirror looks younger than he is now, wearing the school uniform of a certain middle school, the school badge is covered by a large stain of pen ink, half-length hair covers the eyes, and the skin is abnormally pale.

"His" face was covered with scars and bruises, his collar was severely crooked by someone, and the position of his eyes in the mirror was repeatedly painted with blood-red paint several times.

Zhuang Die raised his right hand to his eyes.

Probably due to the influence of "he" in the mirror, Zhuang Die's field of vision is now covered with a layer of red, no matter where he looks, it looks like he has been soaked in scarlet blood.

"Obviously, it's not my own memory."

Zhuang Die was not in a hurry to leave the bathroom. With his left hand still in his pocket, he slowly turned the recorder and organized his thoughts: "The high school and junior high school I went to didn't need to wear school uniforms, and the students were also very friendly, and everyone got along well. There was no fight."

"I entered someone else's dream, probably because of the influence of the dream owner's memory, so my perception of 'me' has been distorted."

While analyzing, Zhuang Die searched around, found a rag from the corner of the sink, and turned on the faucet.

He now somewhat understands the purpose of those items in the employee code of conduct.

At least two or more people are required to enter the dream together, communicate, supervise and remind each other, so as to avoid being impacted by the memory of the dreamer to the greatest extent and ensure that cognition is not disturbed.

Zhuang Die soaked the rag, and wiped the red paint on the mirror with all his strength, and his vision gradually became clearer.

"It is more difficult for me to fall asleep than others, so the nodes of entering dreams may be out of sync... At this time, I am alone."

Zhuang Die sorted out the conclusions reached so far: "I am easy to be bullied, so I have to protect myself."

This situation also happened in the simulated dream just now. Not long after Zhuang Diecai woke up in the bedroom, the others had already been screaming and being chased by monsters all night.

Zhuang Die wiped it vigorously twice for the last time, washed the rag and put it back. Just as he was about to meet Ling Su, he caught a glimpse of the depths of the bathroom from the corner of his eye.

There seemed to be countless eyes hidden densely in that shadow, and they all opened at that moment just now, staring at him greedily!

The mutation happened only in a split second, and when you look at it again, it has turned back to an ordinary shadow, but that scene has been deeply burned into Zhuang Die's mind irresistibly.

Whispering whispers sounded, as if growing continuously in every shadow and crack in the ground.

Those voices were broken and chaotic, some were sharp and soft, some were hoarse and gloomy, making it impossible to understand the meaning.

Zhuang Die stopped at the door.

The liquid dripping from the faucet turned green, the lights flickered on and off, and a solid black shadow slowly crawled out of the bathroom inside.

……

In the long and secluded corridor, Ling Su suddenly stopped.

Song Huaimin caught a glimpse of his unusual expression and quickly clenched his gun: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"This round of REM is ahead of schedule, and Zhuang Die is still in the bathroom." Ling Su concentrated his energy to identify the direction, turned around and ran back, "Old Song, we agreed that we are two duo, what are you doing here? You Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Song Huaimin is an old criminal policeman who retired due to injury and was transferred to cooperate with Ling Su's work. He is not afraid of rampant and vicious villains, but he always panics about those ghosts and ghosts.I have always been most disgusted by some young people who went to watch ghost movies for stimulation, had unmanageable dreams, and asked them to deal with them again.

Song Huaimin swallowed dryly, and gritted his teeth: "I can't let you two run around, who knows what you can do!"

One Ling Su is enough for him. Although Song Huaimin has almost forgotten the last dream, he still vaguely remembers that there must be something terrible about Zhuang Die: "Listen to me! That Zhuang Die is very abnormal... "

Song Huaimin didn't have time to continue, so he quickly flashed into the nearest room.

There was a gust of wind, and a biting chill crept up his spine.

The sound of hasty footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, the wind whizzed shrillly, and thick darkness poured over the two of them from one end of the corridor.

...It's the "shadow" hiding in the seventh compartment of the bathroom!

Song Huaimin's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He would rather deal with the monster made of flesh, cold sweat dripped from the palm holding the gun: "Ling Su?"

"Strange." Ling Su was still standing in the corridor, half of his body was engulfed by the darkness, and he was still looking into the depths of the corridor, "It shouldn't be running so fast now..."

Before the words were finished, the mass of pitch-black shadows swept past quickly and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The footsteps became slower and slower, and gradually stopped outside the door.

Song Huaimin's body was a little stiff, he didn't dare to think about any monsters outside, he clenched his gun tightly, and leaned out a little cautiously.

The corridors were quiet and peaceful.

no ghosts.

Zhuang Diegang chased the ghost with a chainsaw and ran most of the corridor, panting in shock, his little curly hair was so frightened.