don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the banquet hall, the atmosphere remained the same warm.

The guests were still toasting and drinking without knowing it.

They were oblivious to anything that was about to happen, and perhaps indifferent at all.Everyone is indulging in the never-ending euphoria, gulping down the hallucinogen in the glass.

The crew no longer served the guests, but gathered together in small groups, playing poker with cigarettes in their mouths.

During the breaks between playing cards, they would also look at the body shape and characteristics of each guest with great interest, and occasionally lower their voices and whisper.

The ghost of the captain shuttled between the banquet tables, repeatedly counting the number of people.

In the eyes of those who knew about it, he has always maintained the state of a skeleton turned into white bones, but now he has already put on the full suit of the captain.

Since the spinal cord destroyed by Ling Su has not been completely repaired, the captain's skeleton movement is still a little stiff and staggering, but the speed is still far beyond ordinary people.

He racked his brains to count the heads in front of him, but he couldn't figure it out.Because the mood had already begun to fall into a frenzy, the captain moved his fingers back and forth more and more forcefully, even tearing off the phalanx several times.

Deep in the skull's sunken eye sockets, the scarlet light flickered on and off, and the constantly opening and closing mandible repeated the same hoarse word.

"WRONG, WRONG, WRONG, WRONG..."

He really couldn't figure out what was going on—just now, when he was routinely counting the number of people in the boat, he found that there were 149 people in the submarine.But it's just a matter of turning around, and the number starts to change again and again, and it's endless!

The captain shuttled anxiously through the crowd, his movements became more and more rude, forcibly pulling up every drunk guest who was lying on the ground like mud, and checking the appearance of each other.

He went around counting the number of people, and kept hitting a guest in the face with a fist that only had bones left.

Every time he finished counting a person, he would draw a line on his sleeve stained with blood, and after drawing four parallel vertical lines, he would draw another horizontal line to connect them.

He had to figure out how many people were on the sub, and if he didn't he would never be able to regain his composure.

That nightmare reappeared... The submarine has sunk, and everyone is waiting for the nightmare of death in a long torment.

……

Taking advantage of the time when the captain was catching drunks, Ling Su and the others quietly got out from under the table, and quickly launched the next step.

Zhuang Die, dressed as a waiter, was in charge of staying in the banquet hall to watch the wind.

He poured a few glasses of wine on D2, then dragged D[-] to lean against the corner of the table, and put a wine glass in Xu's hand, pretending to be a drunk.

In order to ensure safety, Zhuang Di deliberately used the cover of the tablecloth to stack the glasses precariously one by one, and put the heavy tray on top.

In case D2 wakes up again, as long as he struggles a little, the glass will all collapse, and the tray will just fall on D2's head...

On the other side, Ling Su and Song Huaimin took advantage of this time to find suitable targets.Through friendly conversation and negotiation, they all changed into each other's clothes smoothly.

Song Huaimin disguised himself as a chef, while Ling Su changed into his security uniform and returned to the banquet hall one after another.

Like other crew members, they formed a small pile in the shadow of the corner, squatted in the corner of the banquet hall, smoked and played cards.

Because the entire banquet hall was already in chaos under the rampage of the captain, the whole operation went smoothly without attracting anyone's attention.

"This is not the way to go."

Ling Su ruffled his collar a little and said in a low voice, "Sooner or later there will be enough people."

He did a lot of camouflage professionally.There are some green stubble on his chin, half a cigarette is stuck in his ear, and he blends in seamlessly with the other crew members on the same boat.

Song Huaimin looked up, and was about to speak, when Ling Su gave him a cigarette.

Ling Su put his arms around his shoulders, pretending to lower his head and leaned closer: "Don't move, the captain is behind...Xiao Zhuang plays a card."

Zhuang Die drew out a seven of spades, and took over Ling Su's five of hearts.

At the same time, the skipper just happened to be rushing past them, stumbling, unaware, straight at the other drunk.

Using playing cards as a cover, Ling Su has already observed the whole environment: "The captain is getting more and more unable to count... I guess he will go back to the captain's room to write the invitation letter soon."

Zhuang Die nodded: "Those people's accomplices have given up on them long ago, and they can't be counted on."

"Yes." Ling Su let go of his hand in deep thought, and released Zhang Caohuajiu, "It is possible to forcibly kill a group of people and wake them up from their dreams...but this will hurt their consciousness, and it will also treat the symptoms There is no cure."

Zhuang Die didn't have many single cards in his hand, so he directly played a square K: "There will be someone coming. After the Dreamland mutates, this invitation letter can theoretically be sent to anyone's dream..."

"..." Song Huaimin couldn't bear it anymore: "You two wait a moment."

He had a lot of cards in his hand, and he couldn't find time to throw any of them out after such a long time, and he didn't understand a single word: "You two remember that I'm still here, right?"

"Ah." Ling Su's hand that was about to play the card stopped suddenly, and inserted the card back calmly, "Of course I remember...Old Song, it's your turn."

"That's why I don't remember!" Song Huaimin grabbed the poker cards and threw out the three Aces. "What are you two talking about? Say it in human terms, or you'll write it all down in the review when you go back!"

Song Huaimin had put up with him for a long time, and ignored Zhuang Die's presence, and directly threatened Ling Su, the captain who was upright and crooked, in a low voice.

The effect of the threat is obvious.

Ling Su still owed the debts of the previous inspections, put back the cards he had just hidden, and sat upright: "We are discussing ways to break the game."

...As long as you decipher the secrets hidden in the logbook and predict the captain's behavior, it will not be difficult.

"For better understanding, we can make an analogy—the soul in the captain's body is torn in two, one half is in fantasy, and the other half is in reality."

"Because of regret and obsession, one-half of the captains who stayed in the fantasy kept collecting guests to fill the vacancy in the number of crew members."

Ling Su explained: "But every time he collects 140, he will wake up the half of the soul in reality and make the decision to 'destroy this ship'..."

"I understand that." Song Huaimin frowned, "You mean there are not enough people in the banquet hall, so he has to go back and trick new guests, right?"

"The best situation is like this..." Ling Su said, "If he doesn't notice the sudden increase in the number of 'crew'."

They pretended to be crew members, but in fact they just tore down the east wall to make up for the west wall.

Using the captain's mindset, thinking that the total number of inherent crew members has always been constant, will create the illusion of fewer guests-but in the final analysis, it does not change the fact that the number of people on the boat has been exceeded.

This is just a stopgap measure, but as long as the crazy captain can struggle for a while, they will have more time to come up with a solution.

"Then take a step and watch, and we'll talk about it when the time comes." Sensing that someone was looking over, Song Huaimin immediately lowered his head and concentrated on playing cards, drawing four consecutive straights and throwing them out.

Compared to these, what Song Huaimin cared most about was Zhuang Die's words: "Why did you say just now that those people's accomplices have given up on them long ago?"

"Because that's the only explanation."

Zhuang Die happened to have four cards that he could manage, and they put them into the pile one by one: "The introduction book is very old, which means that these people should have been in and out of this dreamland a lot."

Song Huaimin frowned, he also realized this, but he still couldn't figure it out: "Is it so easy to go out?"

"It's easy." Zhuang Die nodded, "As long as two conditions are met: the number of people coming in is much lower than 140, and you remember who you are."

As long as the total number of personnel is nowhere near the critical number of 149, the captain's illusion can remain stable.

According to the logbook, the captain in the hallucination didn't care about the reduction of the crew-because in his opinion, it was just some people who went out to explore the environment temporarily, "it doesn't matter, they will come back."

In comparison, the requirement of "remembering who you are" is more difficult to complete.

The food and drinks here contain hallucinogenic ingredients, which can easily blur the cognition of chaotic people. As long as you stay here for a little longer, you will completely sink into the endless carnival.

Therefore, someone must stay outside the dream, constantly reminding these people to remember their identities.

Song Huaimin's heart sank suddenly: "You mean, those people we arrested—"

Zhuang Die nodded: "I decided to call them 'window knockers'."

"The work of these people is outside the dream. They have to constantly talk to the people inside to ensure that the people who enter the dream are still awake at any time."

He waited for a while, and found that no one played the cards, and put all the dragons in his hand into the pile in one breath: "Once you find that the people inside start to show signs of losing themselves, you should immediately 'knock on the window' and remind the other party to leave as soon as possible." This dreamland."

Because there is no real dream owner in the dying dreamland, even the captain cannot prevent any "guest" who enters the dreamland from leaving if these two points are met.

Due to the raid by the police, those who stayed outside were busy destroying the evidence urgently instead of knocking on the window... When they tried to contact the person in the dream again, they were unable to wake up anyone.

Zhuang Die asked: "Is it the people in the dream who put forward the conditions to the police, or their accomplices in reality?"

Song Huaimin gritted his teeth, his face was already a little ugly: "Of course it's in reality... We asked those guys to put it together."

... There was no kidnapping and hostage at all, everything was just a play directed and performed by those people outside.

Realizing that the situation was not good, they immediately abandoned their accomplices and victims lost in their dreams.They also made up a kidnapping rhetoric, trying to put pressure on the police, so that the police were forced to release them in order to protect the hostages.

In fact, those so-called "captors" and "hostages" have already been trapped in this dream forever...

"But why do they have to come in?" Song Huaimin couldn't figure it out anyway, "In this dream, what else can I do except get drunk?"

Zhuang Die thought for a while, but couldn't answer, and looked up at Ling Su.

Being stared at by these two people, Ling Su finally laughed, sighed, raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck: "What are you looking at me for? I wouldn't go into this kind of place without incident...but this kind of thing is not Incomprehensible."

"If it's really an ordinary dream, come in and relax, and the reality will only pass for a moment after you go out, no matter how you look at it, it's very attractive... Opening an experience store will definitely be super popular."

Ling Su explained: "The problem with this dream is the hallucinogen."

He looked at Song Huaimin: "Old Song, before this, we didn't actually receive any complaints from parents or victims themselves, right?"

Song Huaimin was stunned for a while, then nodded.

This is also what they find strange-those hostage victims trapped in the sleeping cabin, their movements are not restricted, but no one asks for help from the outside world.

"In the eyes of those parents, the child may indeed be well-behaved."

Ling Su mocked lightly: "Under the banner of behavior correction, we take the initiative to bring the parties who do not have enough discernment ability and personality has not yet formed into this kind of place. Brainwashing them over and over again makes them become slaves to pleasure, and then everything in reality It doesn't matter..."

He suddenly noticed something strange, stopped talking, raised his hand to stop Zhuang Die behind him, and looked towards the banquet hall.

A crew member finally had enough playing cards, stretched his waist vigorously, stood up, and walked straight to the captor they had caught before.

The abductor had long been unconscious, thinking that someone had come to invite him to drink again, and excitedly waved the empty glass in his hand, but was smashed to the ground by the crew with a pipe wrench.

There are still a very small number of people who are not completely drunk, and when they discovered the change here, exclamations burst out instantly.

They realized that the situation had changed, and also vaguely remembered their identities under the sudden crisis.In the brief waking flashback, these people hurriedly wanted to exit the dream realm, and escaped from the banquet hall by rolling and crawling.

They scattered and fled in the submarine in panic, but they couldn't find the door they came in no matter what.

During the uninterrupted running, the sights in the eyes of these people are constantly interlacing—sometimes it is a well-repaired luxury submarine, and sometimes it is a lifeless, dilapidated shipwreck that has long been covered in rust.

One after another white bones lay in the corner, and the depths of the empty eye sockets were pitch black.

In the banquet hall, there is still tireless revelry.

The crew yawned, sang loudly, and dragged the drunk with just enough weight into the submarine's energy compartment with one hand.