don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"Doesn't the internal staff have any requirements for psychological quality?"

Song Huaimin frowned. He glanced back at D2 who had begun to fall into autism, and dragged Ling Su to discuss in a low voice: "The current situation is not very good, but it's not to the point where I have to knock myself out."

Ling Su was also a little puzzled: "Maybe it is to improve the combat effectiveness, and some other aspects are relatively weakened?"

"It makes sense." Song Huaimin thought about it carefully, then sighed, "It's a pity."

Just like in many games, the character controlled by the player cannot be specialized in everything.The total amount of mental power of each person is limited, and when they reach a certain level, they will definitely develop their own preferences and tendencies.

Most of the special incident handling teams are responsible for dream realms of B level and below, and the requirements for skill specialization are not high, but the team members have roughly divided their respective areas of expertise.

And different types of players usually don't have much overlap in mission content.

For example, Vice Captain Song would never arrange for a team member who is good at communication to go to Jurassic Park to watch Archeopteryx fight big dinosaurs.Nor will they arrange for a team member who is good at fighting and whose skill is Beidou Shenquan to go to the dream fairy tale world to rescue the children who are picking mushrooms with the seven dwarfs.

In the same way, if they didn't find the correct route in the paradise island dreamland they were in, it would be like living in the wilderness on an uninhabited island no matter how you look at it.

This kind of dream domain that needs to be solved by fighting, it is very reasonable to send players with excellent combat strength but weak in other aspects to deal with it.

Deputy Captain Song asked himself, and felt that he would probably make the same arrangement, so he stopped talking and turned to Zhuang Die, "Is there any other way?"

Zhuang Die nodded, and took out something from his pocket: "The third way is to use the captain's seal..."

"... When did you take this thing out?!" Song Huaimin couldn't figure it out, "Isn't the captain writing the invitation letter, didn't he realize that he lost his seal?"

Zhuang Die thought very carefully: "It shouldn't be too soon to find out. I made a new one and put it in the original position."

"Don't worry." Ling Su nodded, and added, "I printed it on my hand, and it looks exactly like this one, except that it is a small red flower."

"..." Song Huaimin didn't know whether he should rest assured: "Why is it Xiaohonghua?"

"After graduation, I only worked as a kindergarten teaching assistant. I only knew how to be the sun, the smiling face and the little red flower."

Zhuang Die gave an irrefutable reason: "Moreover, if the captain's spiritual world has completely collapsed, he will not be able to notice more details."

He opened his schoolbag, took out the quill, ink, and blank note paper from the captain's cabin, and wrote a few imitations in his notebook: "If he is sober enough, as long as my imitated seal is slightly different, he will be discovered soon." , so there is no need to spend too much effort.”

Song Huaimin couldn't think of the seal anymore: "When did you get these things... You don't need to answer, I just sigh."

The captain has to write a lot of invitations, and of course there are more than one quills and inks of various colors on the desk, and there is also an inexhaustible supply of blank letter paper.

The quantity of Zhuang Dina is limited, and only a small portion of each item is taken.If the captain couldn't even tell what he was printing on the invitation letter, it was even less likely that he would find that something else was missing...

Thinking of this, Song Huaimin suddenly froze for a moment, he seemed to have guessed another layer of Zhuang Die's intention for doing this.

Zhuang Die is testing the bottom line of the captain's sanity.

The current captain undoubtedly refuses to regain his sobriety. If he tells any truth, the captain's skeleton may jump out and choke his neck with his bare hands.

But through the changes in the small objects in the captain's room, we can judge how much normal human thinking the other party can still retain based on the captain's reaction.

If these subtle changes did not attract the captain's attention at all, it meant that the captain had completely lost his mind, and there was no longer any possibility of communication and communication.

If the things lost in the captain's room can be found by the captain, it means that the captain may still have some normal thinking that belongs to human beings.Perhaps it is also possible to make him accept the reality through conversation, give up the hallucinations and obsessions he has always had, and give relief to everyone on the submarine.

——And even if this is not possible, whether the captain ordered a search of the entire ship, or the captain was forced to stop writing the invitation letter, new variables would appear in the cycle of the submarine.

In this infinite loop that never seems to break, any variability means hope.

……

Song Huaimin looked at Zhuang Die who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy.

Until now, he finally understood why Ling Su said at that time that Zhuang Die had his own ideas and needed to explore and solve problems according to his own habits.

When they arrived at the captain's cabin, they obviously didn't even show up at the banquet hall.In their eyes, the entire submarine was just an old, rusted and dilapidated wreck, and it was naturally impossible to know what new developments would follow.

——In other words, at least at that time, Zhuang Die had already begun to simulate a series of problems that he might encounter, and even made full preparations in advance...

"What are you going to write in imitation of the captain's handwriting?"

Ling Su moved over, propped his arms, and looked down at the handwriting that Zhuang Die was practicing: "Warrant for the crew?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "If I can also drive a submarine, I can save this step... But I have only driven a go-kart, the operating system should be different, it is safer to do so."

Song Huaimin did have a driver's license, but he felt that it was not very meaningful to intervene at this time, so he closed his mouth wisely, raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

"Give it to me, this kind of madness hovering on the edge of reason may not be easy for ordinary people to control."

Ling Su took the pen from Zhuang Die's hand: "Speak, I'll write."

He pondered over the invitation letter for a while, practiced in Zhuang Die's notebook a few times, and the handwriting that appeared on the tip of the quill really became messy and upside down.

Ling Su almost found the feeling, took a piece of blank letter paper, and tried to write the regular beginning of the warrant.

The handwriting on the letter paper is full of uncontrolled madness, and it has even been able to mix the fake ones into those invitations without any sense of disobedience.

Zhuang Die knew that the captain could do everything, so he moved the small bench closer to Ling Su: "Everything on Paradise Island is wonderful... I have to admit that we had a very happy time here. "

Zhuang Die's speech was not fast. While imitating the captain's tone and word habits, he had to consider the appropriate wording: "Cross out time, change it to 'dream', then cross it out and change it back."

Ling Su understood what he meant, and crossed out the messy "DREAM" heavily.

Zhuang Die instructed Ling Su to smear out a few places, making the whole letter more like a real warrant written on the spur of the moment.

"This journey is so lucky, each of us is reluctant to leave, and even wants to stop wandering here."

"It's happier here than the fierce wind and waves, than the deep sea."

"Compared to the boring long and never-ending voyage and the pain of being forced to abandon our companions, this place is more like the paradise we have prayed for countless times."

"It's everyone's sincere cooperation that keeps this submarine going and allows us to sail through the wind and waves to get here."

"I bestow on you the highest honor: we have conquered the seas."

……

"But for now, I still have to announce a perhaps not so happy news."

"The periscope found the lighthouse. According to the information of the lamp language, we have stayed here long enough, and it is almost time to return."

"I know very well that you are used to life here and everything here."

"I'm like you, everything here is like a dream."

Ling Su controlled the quill pen in his hand, and the handwriting that fell from the tip of the pen was jumbled and chaotic, but the content he wrote was very gentle.

He tapped the last black dot and looked at Zhuang Die who was dictating.

While saying these words, the tone of the other party also became a little strange - it was a hoarse, old tone after suffering, as if it had already been crushed by countless exhaustions and tortures.

The wandering soul, who has been completely defeated, is still stuck in the captain's room forever because of his pride as a captain.

……

The captain lingered in his room.

He clearly saw the thick cloud of death coming.At this point, there will be no rescue, no turning point, and no measures that can bring hope.

They are destined to meet their final death in this cold and huge steel tomb.

The captain was chewing tobacco, pacing nervously, and the pressure had broken him.

The crew had long since stopped believing the "radio can be fixed" nonsense.

Everyone is becoming more and more aware that no one from the outside world will come to save them, and they also have no means of saving themselves.Facing the vast and boundless dark sea, any power of human beings becomes extremely small.

At this point, no one cared about the ban on smoking or drinking on the submarine.

Anxiety spread like a virus, maybe worse than the virus - the crew's quarrels and attacks intensified, killing people every day, and they had to open the diving chamber frequently and throw the bodies out.

More and more schools of fish were attracted, entrenched in the interlaced undersea forest, staring at this steel monster.

The captain sat at the table, flipping back and forth the few books that could not bring salvation at all, he saw the contents of "Divine Comedy", followed Dante into a forest.

If death is destined to be close at hand, at least they should be allowed not to come to an end in cold and deep despair.

He decides to weave an illusion that will fool everyone.

……

"I love this place as much as you do."

"It hides our cowardice, anxiety, and fear, so that we don't have to strive for anything."

"Paradise Island exists for us."

"We stop here, so that no one will leave, there will be no more lingering danger and injury, fear and despair..."

Zhuang Die looked at the pen, and black ink wrote the winding handwriting: "But boys, it's time for us to go home."

"The periscope saw the lighthouse and kept going there."

"We'll have peace there."

"We're heading back there."