don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Ling Su raised his gaze.

At the same time Zhuang Die said these words, several burly crew members pushed open the door of the banquet hall.

And the guest who was brought back from the forest by the captain and had just changed into the evening dress was limped and "escorted" by the crew carefully.

Seeing that somewhat familiar face, Ling Su turned sideways and sighed to Song Huaimin in a low voice: "Their combat effectiveness is indeed very good..."

After receiving the prompt of forced withdrawal from F3, the team channel was silent again.Ling Su tried to leave two messages, but did not receive any reply, so he could only confirm the survival status of D2 through the team page.

According to the internal classification of "Cocoon", the smaller the number, the higher the level - D2 is the tasker who directly asked Ling Su and Zhuang Die to quit the mission when they first entered the mission.His hard power is indeed stronger than F3, and it is not surprising that he can persist until now.

However, there seemed to be other powerful enemies dormant in the jungle, and D2's whole life was not easy.

Although he was forced to put on a neat evening gown, he could still see many tragic wounds and bruises on his face.

D2 was dragged into the banquet hall by several crew members.His spirit was obviously a little sluggish, his left leg was slightly limping, his hands were also bruised, and there was a blood hole directly in the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

Song Huaimin couldn't help frowning: "Did he just strangle a Tyrannosaurus rex with his bare hands?"

"It's hard to say." Ling Su was also a little uncertain at the moment.He adjusted Xia Zhuangdie's field of vision, and made a mosaic for the hideous blood hole.

"According to the captain's diary and letters, it is more likely that the wolf pack is led by the she-wolf... The she-wolf is also the most ferocious beast in the Divine Comedy."

Ling Su recalled those handwritten letters: "According to the captain, he can already live in harmony with those 'little animals in the jungle'."

"'I tamed them, and made these beasts my use. They roam about and hunt the woods for me, and I will throw a great feast'..."

He read a few lines of the original text of the letter, and suddenly realized something, his expression was subtly ugly for a moment: "Ah."

Zhuang Die put down the tray in his hand, circled his two fingers back and forth a few times, and swipe across his mouth horizontally, as if zipping the zipper.

Ling Su nodded, closed his mouth cooperatively, and looked at the deputy captain who was still unclear.

Most of the time, he really envied Lao Song from the bottom of his heart, no matter what kind of messy dreams he entered, he would not be too stimulated because he couldn't control his associations...

Ling Su sighed, and secretly tugged Song Huaimin, signaling him to try to hide behind the other guests, so as not to be discovered by the crew.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or on purpose, the crew carried D2 and just placed him in front of the banquet table where several people were sitting.

……

Seeing these people again, D2's face was already a little ugly.

Even now, he still doesn't know what happened to F3.

D2 couldn't help but want to look at the public clue several times, but he forcibly held back—after all, F3 suddenly experienced incomprehensible fluctuations in the SAN value after reading that clue, and was forced to choose to quit .

In order to avoid unexpected situations beyond control, D2 simply blocked the team communication channel completely.

F3 retreated strongly, and he encountered a medium-sized pack of wolves without going far in the jungle.

The size of these wolves is fairly normal, and the fighting power of a single wolf is of course far inferior to that of the giant lion before.But the combat power of the wolves is far from being determined by a certain individual—after being completely blocked by the wolves and having to fall into a long and fierce battle, D2 completely regretted his choice.

These wolves seemed to be invincible, and the female wolf who was the leader stood up to the height of a man, and his combat power was even more terrifying.It forcibly wore away 2% of D[-]'s mental power, and it also took almost all the weapons and equipment.

After fighting with the wolves, D2 finally made up his mind to stop the loss in time, but when he opened the background, he found that he couldn't choose any options.

At the same time, he was keenly aware of a certain sense of being spied on.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him somewhere in the dreamland.

The owner of these eyes has a certain ability to manipulate things in the dream domain, and even temporarily affect his cognition, making him unable to smoothly control his personal backstage...

This feeling stuck in D2's throat, and he was determined to get rid of this dark threat first.

After forcibly repelling the attacks of the two wolves, D2 consumed 10% of the mental power to attach an explosion effect to his right hand, and superimposed a speed increase of 5% of the mental power.

Finding the right opportunity, D2 turned around suddenly, accelerated past the pack of wolves, and rushed straight to the human-shaped shadow hiding behind a tree.

……

After that, D2 lost consciousness.

He only vaguely remembered that he hadn't been able to get close to that figure at all, and after a long memory blank, D2 was brought inside a magnificent submarine.

Those rude crew members forcibly soaked him in cold water, washed him, and changed him into such a ghostly suit.

Without answering any of his questions or giving him any breathing room, these people dragged him all the way to this place again.

What made D2 feel so aggrieved that he couldn't speak was that Ling Su and Song Huaimin in front of him were obviously in much better condition than him.These two people have never experienced any decent battles at first glance, and they have reached the same progress as him...

"Where's your newcomer, quit too?"

D2 leaned on the edge of the table to stabilize his figure, he glanced around, and asked in a low voice: "Why do you—"

Ling Su crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly behind him to signal.

D2 turned his head and saw Zhuang Die, who was also unharmed among the crew, wearing a waiter's clothes: "..."

Ling Su asked, "Did you not read the messages on the public channel?"

"No." D2 frowned, "What did you say?"

Ling Su shook his head: "It's okay...it doesn't matter anymore."

He has quickly read the note that Jondice gave himself, folded it and put it in his pocket: "We will deal with the next thing, you—"

The vice-captain was still on the sidelines, Ling Su deliberately chose a less hateful statement, and pointed to the air around D2: "You'd better visit your friend who left early. Compared with us, he I need you more, this can enhance our relationship, and it will be more helpful to the next situation..."

"..." D2 interrupted him: "You mean to tell me to quit?"

Ling Su breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes."

D2's face instantly turned completely black.

In his opinion, the three of Ling Su just got lucky and chose a smoother path.

These people didn't know what they found, which made F3 forcefully retreat, and now they came back to mock themselves because they were not injured.

D2 was already full of anger, and was about to explode on the spot. Because of the crew not far away, he forcibly endured it: "Captain Ling, you don't seem to have the right to command me."

He said coldly: "You join in your fun, and I will do my task, as long as we don't interfere with the river."

Song Huaimin originally wanted to help him deal with the wound, but now he couldn't listen anymore, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?"

"Literally." D2 glanced at Ling Su, "Your 'captain' is too weak."

D2 consumed some mental energy, directly repaired his injury, and moved his wrist twice.

At the beginning of the mission, he checked Ling Su's data, and couldn't help but sneer: "As for your inexplicable skills——"

Before the words fell, D2's head suddenly "buzzed", and his whole body collapsed involuntarily.

Song Huaimin's accumulated anger was stuck in half.

He looked up with his mouth open, and looked in astonishment at Zhuang Die, who was holding an empty tray behind D2 and had just knocked down a person with his bare hands.

Ling Su reacted very quickly. Before the crew members followed the sound, he quickly squatted down and grabbed D2's feet. He dragged D2 under the tablecloth and hid himself. end.

Zhuang Die approached from the other side, poked D2 with a rolling pin found in the kitchen, frowned and raised his head: "Still not quitting."

"Will you never retreat even if you lose consciousness? You are very determined..." Ling Su pondered, "How many crew members are there on board now?"

"Counting the captain is 99." Zhuang Die is very good at counting various things, and gave the answer directly, "The original number of guests was 47, and the three of us actually exceeded it."

It was precisely because of this discovery that Zhuang Die left early and returned to the banquet hall disguised as a waiter.

After that, the number of guests dropped below the safety line for a short time, but soon D2, who was brought back from the forest by the captain, was added.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

Song Huaimin couldn't help it, and lifted the tablecloth to sneak in: "What 47, 99? What happens if the number of people exceeds?"

Four adults were stuffed under a banquet table, and even though the table was spacious enough, the space was a bit tight.

In order to save space, Ling Su had no choice but to hold Zhuang Die into his arms, and handed the note to Song Huaimin: "Old Song, what are the crew members doing outside?"

"I don't know...they're going around everywhere, and no one is paying attention to our side for the time being."

Song Huaimin unfolded the note, looked it over and over again: "Isn't this just copying the number of people in the boat from the logbook?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "In the log, the node where the number of people on this submarine suddenly started to rise is 99 people."

"The captain was still awake at this time, that is to say, we can basically confirm that the number of survivors at this time is real-on September 30th, there were still 99 people alive on this submarine."

The impact of this truth is actually quite significant.Zhuang Die found the crew roster. In this dreamland, the number of resident crew members on board will always be 99, neither more nor less.

The non-existent "September 9", the number of people began to rise and became 31 people.

The opportunity for the rebound in the number of people is "we are having a banquet".

The following dates were even more weird, and finally disappeared directly, and the number of people occasionally fluctuated by a small amount, but the overall number was always on the rise.

The content on the diary has entered a short-term stable state. If you don't look at the increasingly messy handwriting, it seems that everyone has entered the same hallucination that is extremely relaxing and pleasant.

This state continued until one day—on that day, the captain discovered an anomaly that could not be ignored.

"In the penultimate entry of the log, the number of people in the boat is a question mark."

Zhuang Die asked, "Why is there a question mark?"

Song Huaimin was stunned for a moment: "Because... the captain can't count?"

Zhuang Die nodded, and he solemnly snapped his fingers, but unfortunately he still couldn't see the sparks floating out: "That's it."

The captain graciously invited people from outside to visit the submarine, in fact, it was to supplement the number of crew members.

So after each banquet, the number of people in the boat would rise again—the guests who were immersed in the illusion eventually lost their identities, stayed here forever, and became new crew members who came in.

In the eyes of the irrational captain, this kind of recovery is normal, but during the voyage, "many crew members returned here."

But there are limits to this recovery.

Once the number of people on board returned to 149, the captain would recall his original log—because of the devastating disaster, he began to record the number of people on board from that day, clearly remembering that the number of people on board could not be 149 again personal.

That's why he kept counting over and over again, and drew a question mark when recording the number of people in the boat.

The frequent memory flashbacks caused by this confusion kept reminding him of a particularly cruel answer: all this is just an illusion rather than reality.

The captain could never re-write the number "149" in the logbook again.He watched the crew die, and threw the crew's corpses into the deep sea with his own hands, where they were eaten by the fish wandering outside the submarine.

These memories can never be completely overwritten by self-deceiving hallucinations.

— As long as there is one less person on the line.

One less person, and everything will return to normal without having to struggle between reality and illusion.

……

Song Huaimin vaguely understood Zhuang Die's meaning, and frowned: "Therefore, there can't be 140 nine people on board again. Once this number is exceeded, the captain will..."

Halfway through the conversation, D2 had already woken up from the brief dizziness.

The back of his head hurts from the blow, his memory came back, anger and irritability surged up at the same time, and he was about to get up with his arms: "How many of you—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Die, who was sitting in Ling Su's arms, had picked up the tray proficiently, and repeated the same trick, forcing the number of people to drop by one temporarily.

Song Huaimin: "..."

"Once this number is exceeded, the captain will go into madness... or rather, come back to sobriety."

Ling Su twisted out a rope, expertly tied D2's hands and feet, and neatly tied a series of sailor knots.

He rubbed his wrists for the team members, and took over what the vice-captain had left to say: "At this point, there is actually no difference between the two situations."

The captain finally regained his sanity that day, but under this too cruel blow, he completely fell into an even more extreme madness.

He decided to completely destroy the submarine, but before that, he had to change the number of people back and get back that beautiful dream.

The captain refuses to face death soberly, preferring to re-indulge in the fantasy paradise island-and it is this decision that keeps him trapped in this near-death dreamland forever.

With one bullet remaining in the captain's gun, he succeeded in correcting the wrong number.

Therefore, in the logbook of the last day, the number of people on board finally changed back to 148 people.

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The author has something to say:

D2: My brain is buzzing.

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1. Even if he was in hallucinations, the captain knew very well that the fact that "there were 149 people on board" could not happen.

2. So the captain came to his senses and had a meltdown.

3. The captain decided to destroy the submarine.

4. At the same time, the captain had to fool himself to correct this, so the captain chose to kill himself-this would bring the number back to 148.In this way, he will not notice that something is wrong, and he can always be immersed in his dream.

5. As a result of this behavior, he was literally trapped in this dream forever.