don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Although the fatal crisis has been lifted, the temperature loss and suffocation will not disappear completely so quickly.

Wrapped in Ling Su's coat, Zhuang Die still felt dissatisfied, and slowly moved closer to the warm captain.

Ling Su raised his hand, and lightly rubbed the hair rubbing against his cheek twice.

Zhuang Die's whole body shrank into a small ball, hidden in the coat, only the head with the little curly hair was exposed, and he was still tirelessly trying to make a nest in his arms.

Ling Su firmly folded his arms, lowered his head and asked softly, "Is it still cold?"

Zhuang Die nodded. He carefully measured the heat transfer efficiency of all heating methods for a while, put his arms around Ling Su's body, and buried his face in Ling Su's shoulder.

... He feels that he is very much like a little flame selling matches.

After the sudden snap of fingers, a humanoid self-propelled smart heater with just the right temperature appeared in the dream.

The difference from the little girl in the story is that this heater can really let him hug and warm him up, and it can even be controlled by voice or even by his thoughts...

An old-fashioned large thermos pot suddenly rolled over and hit it.

Ling Su raised his hand to catch it firmly, and raised his head: "Old Song, thank you."

He unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured out some hot water. He tested whether it was hot or not before handing it to Zhuang Die.

Song Huaimin waved his hands impatiently. Compared with not being upright, he was not used to Ling Su speaking so well: "You have a drink yourself."

Although he didn't know what to do, Song Huaimin could still see that the state of these two people was a bit weird—especially Zhuang Die, who had rested until now, but he was still not very energetic, and his face was still faintly frozen white.

"This is the transition compartment of the submarine, you guys had better move to another place."

When the captain hugged the team members and didn't care to let go, Song Huaimin had already finished searching the vicinity and found the structural diagram of the submarine in the next room.

He came over and handed the structural diagram to Ling Su: "It looks a bit old."

"The inside should be the equipment room, and the crew cabin is through the power generation room..." Ling Su took the structural drawing and read it twice, nodded and said, "It should be more comfortable there."

Ling Su put away the drawings, waited patiently for Zhuang Die to finish drinking the water in the cup lid, and then patted him on the back lightly, signaling Zhuang Die to get up and move his hands and feet.

He also took two mouthfuls of hot water himself, propped himself up on the ground with one hand, and stood up neatly.

Song Huaimin regretted not being able to take the opportunity to knock Ling Su over with a thermos: "What's the matter with you two? Can you tell me after hugging?"

Zhuang Die returned the cup lid to the vice-captain, and was about to thank him when he heard this and shook his head seriously: "No."

Song Huaimin: "..."

Ling Su came out from the side, and sincerely helped to explain: "It's really not good, Lao Song, your cognitive level is now our most precious asset..." He was kicked and staggered two steps, holding on to the bulkhead Standing firm, he added sternly, "I'm not kidding, it's true."

The reason why Zhuang Die was suddenly in danger was because he realized one thing.

It wasn't fog that had surrounded them all this time.

The barnacles growing in the intertidal zone were discovered at the same time as the periscope. There is no rust on the periscope, and the anti-rust layer is still intact, which means that there was once the limit of the sea.

They originally thought that the ebb tide gave way, but then, more and more details made this cognition seem inconsistent.

The reef became more and more fragile, but the road under their feet became smoother instead.The degree of shaking caused by the explosion was far beyond imagination, and it even made people suspect that this was not an island growing on the seabed at all.

The degree of metal corrosion of those machines is completely contrary to common sense - the submarine has been operating underwater for a long time, and the exposed parts must be treated with anti-rust treatment, and the degree of rust will not show much difference in the same environment.

But the further you go, the more serious the corrosion of the parts will be.The anchor chain could barely shake under the huge pull, but the hatch door was found to have completely rusted into an iron plate.

If Zhuang Die hadn't just drawn a causal-level prop such as the "screwdriver that can dismantle anything" before the start of the game, in order to break through that door, he would have to create at least one explosion of the same level as the one in the jungle just now.

……

When he first noticed these abnormalities, Zhuang Die actually tried to convince himself with other reasons.

For example, this submarine has been moved many times by people, so the degree of rust is so abnormal.

For example, the rock here has a special texture. Although it will be weathered and shattered at the touch, it will become hard and stable after being deposited underwater.

For example, "going forward, you will walk into the sea" is just some kind of optical illusion. The water level of this "island" has been changing slowly and continuously for a long time at a magnitude that they cannot detect...

"The primacy effect."

Ling Su seemed to know what Zhuang Die was thinking, he reached out to support the small hatch to prevent Zhuang Die from bumping his head: "Be careful."

Zhuang Die has warmed up quite a bit, and nimbly sneaked in: "Does everyone know how?"

"Everyone will, we always tend to maintain the cognition established at the beginning." Ling Su nodded, "Even if the subsequent information is inconsistent, we will try to explain it with more and more complicated reasons... This is considered human. One of nature."

Zhuang Die felt relieved, nodded, and wrote it down silently.

"Not necessarily." Song Huaimin complained lukewarmly, "My initial knowledge of you was that you were a cold, reliable and quiet psychological elite..."

In view of Ling Su's consistent character, Song Huaimin is still skeptical about the setting in his mouth that "there must be one person who does not know the current situation to ensure safety", and he has to reluctantly cooperate only for the safety of the task.

Even so, Deputy Captain Song, who has been tricked a lot, is still vigilant: "How did you become what you are now?"

"Old Song, I have always been a cold and reliable psychological elite. In fact, your perception of me has changed."

Ling Su replied calmly, "This is a typical correction of cognitive bias. What we think of as reality is actually just the reality we construct for ourselves in our cognition..."

Zhuang Die suddenly stopped and tugged at Ling Su's clothes: "Is it okay to talk to the vice-captain?"

"It's okay." Ling Su nodded calmly, leaned over and muttered with the team members, "The vice-captain will ask soon, what's the mess."

"What's the mess?" Song Huaimin's voice sounded at the same time, he was completely confused by Ling Su's rambling, and completely forgot what he wanted to ask.

This is what Ling Su wanted, and he nodded reassuringly, and continued to search forward: "Let's go—with Lao Song here, we are basically safe now."

……

the other side.

Those eyes that seemed to be glowing green did not rush forward.

They disappeared quickly after appearing, quietly disappearing into the darkness again.

"Is it a wolf?" D2 frowned, "If it's in a pack, it will be a little troublesome to deal with..."

Before he had time to see that scene, he took out the consciousness fluctuation detector and searched around, but found nothing more.

F3 wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, his face was a little ugly, and he asked in a low voice: "Did I read it wrong?"

"It's also possible that if the mental strength drops to a certain value, it may be disturbed by the dream realm itself."

D2 nodded and said, "What's your SAN value now?"

F3 opened the background panel. He was about to check his own data, but suddenly found that there was a shared clue of "task progress update (1/1)" in the team column.

"Did these people really find something?" D2 frowned, "They're lucky."

The two of them had a great fight with monsters here, but they found new clues first by those laymen by mistake. This feeling is somewhat unpleasant.

D2 originally wanted to ignore the reminder, but it is important to complete the task, if any key clues are missed, it will only make things more troublesome in the future: "Click to open and have a look."

F3 agreed, and he quickly stood still, his eyes fixed somewhere in the air.

This is the most effective information sharing mode in the team mode dominated by "cocoon": the entire memory fragment is packaged and uploaded, and other members of the team can directly view it in an immersive state.

Choosing this mode can maximize the efficiency of information transmission, prevent deviations caused by relaying, and avoid missing any details.

The screen that F3 sees after turning on the sharing is Zhuang Die and Ling Su who are checking the periscope.

They walked through most of the submarine to the wheelhouse, where they managed to recover the periscope—the periscope, which was normal before, has now been covered with thick rust, and there is no trace of the precision instruments of the past.

A large number of dead, gray-white barnacle shells were attached to the completely useless periscope.

"No wonder Lao Song couldn't see anything at that time... We believed that we were on the island, so the periscope we saw was new."

Ling Su looked at the periscope, and there were already a large number of underwater creatures living there, completely blocking the light path, no matter how he looked, he could only see darkness.

The three chose to split up, and Song Huaimin went to the cabin to search for other valuable clues—this was his profession.If it were Ling Su who searched instead, he would inevitably miss a lot of inconspicuous details.

At the same time, Ling Su and Zhuang Die need to solve the puzzle and find out where the real "paradise island" is.

Don't worry about affecting Song Huaimin's cognition, the conversation between the two is much more straightforward.

"Because our initial cognition is 'this is an island', so what we see in this dreamland also conforms to our cognition."

Ling Su put down the periscope and reorganized his thoughts: "When this kind of thinking starts to change, more and more unreasonable places will be exposed."

In fact, when he saw the periscope buried in the rock wall, Zhuang Die had subconsciously doubted the surrounding environment.

This doubt acts on the environment in reverse, so the further they go, the more rusty the mechanical creations they see, the closer they are to the real state.

When they saw the hatch, Zhuang Die and Ling Su had some guesses at the same time.

This kind of speculation directly revealed the original appearance of the cabin door - in front of their eyes, there was a discarded iron plate completely covered with rust.

"The broken rock wall is actually the anti-rust layer that the whole submarine is slowly falling off."

Zhuang Die nodded: "The road under our feet has become smooth because we are walking on the gentle slope and plain of the seabed."

They thought that the cliff at the top was so steep that they couldn't see it, but it was actually the huge hull of this giant submarine.

The pitch-black grove is an underwater forest made of giant seaweeds that the submarine lay down into.

In the vast and majestic deep-sea world, the kelp forest shelters countless large and small marine creatures—some of them hunt and prey, some emit green fluorescence, and some swallow ostracods like "phosphorous fire" , some of them are too large, and some can even overturn man-made steel giants like submarines when they are struggling furiously...

Ling Su patiently explained to Zhuang Die in a low voice, the flow of light intertwined with the paths of his fingertips.

The magnificent and mysterious picture of the seabed was sketched by him out of thin air, completely covering the coldness, depression and terror that had occupied almost all of Zhuang Die's consciousness before.

Zhuang Die listened engrossed. He stared at the images that were more real than the projections, and couldn't help reaching out to poke a glowing jellyfish.

He suddenly discovered that the cold feeling that seemed to be lingering in his mind, which seemed to be lingering in his mind, had disappeared at some point.

"Recency effect." Ling Su chuckled. He raised his hand and tapped Zhuang Die's temple with his warm and dry fingers. "Recently obtained information can overwrite the original cognition and form a new impression."

Ling Su deliberately depicted the other side of the seabed in order to cover Zhuang Die's original cognition of "deep sea drowning".

The environment of this dream realm is determined by the cognition of the person in the dream—in other words, the faster the brain turns and the sharper the thinking is, the more likely it is to encounter danger in the dream realm.

If you always think that you are on the "paradise island", you can always be safe and sound.

Once you start to doubt, your environment will slowly change.

And at the moment when the idea of ​​"this is actually at the bottom of the sea" pops up in my mind, the environment will completely take off its disguise, and suddenly reveal the cold fangs hidden under it.

You are where you think you are.

……

F3 froze in place.

His face was extremely pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and he didn't relax at all because of the beautiful scenery of the seabed depicted by the captain surnamed Ling.

After all, according to these two people, they are likely to be in this dangerous kelp forest now...

At the same time that this thought came up, F3's heart suddenly sank heavily: "That's bad."

He suddenly realized something was wrong, and immediately turned off the screen, desperately trying to expel this thought from his mind.

But this is impossible in the first place—the more you want to expel a thought, the clearer and clearer it will become. F3 desperately tried to divert his attention, but the thought kept popping up.

The frightening coldness, suffocation and oppressive feeling from the extreme loneliness of the deep seabed wrapped him tightly.

In F3's eyes, everything around him completely changed in an instant.

D2 was taken aback by his teammates' reaction, he frowned, and hurried over: "What's wrong?"

The corner of the opponent's clothes was floating under the buoyancy of the sea water, and his face was constantly distorted by the fluctuating current.As D2 spoke, a burst of air bubbles came out of his mouth unnoticed.

F3 suddenly figured it out: "No wonder..."

No wonder since entering this "island", no matter what you do, your blood will be reduced indiscriminately - because it is on the bottom of the sea.

Cognitive distortions are not the truth after all.The false cognition established at the beginning can indeed make them appear to be acting normally, but it is only a self-deceiving effect, and their mental power will continue to be reduced due to the real environment.

The only way to terminate this process is to immediately enter the safe haven-unfortunately, the three people have successfully entered the submarine, but they seem to be getting farther and farther away from the entrance.

The rapid consumption of mental power will cause strong discomfort, and almost no one can bear this sense of loss of control that can drive people crazy.

F3 gritted his teeth, reached out and pressed the forced exit option on the panel.

"What's going on?!" D2 said in astonishment, "What the hell—"

F3's body turns into a flow of light and gradually disappears into the scene.

He can't talk about any of his discoveries, he can only lip-sync as best he can, reminding D2 not to look at the shared thread.

It's just... F3 can actually vaguely feel that the power of "truth" is slowly permeating.

Even without this clue, they may eventually realize where they are through the increasingly inconsistent scenes in the jungle.

……

Sooner or later, the other party will discover that this is a submarine cemetery deep in the ocean.