don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Chapter 49 Escape from Paradise Island (4)

Ling Su put the quill away and flicked his wrist twice.

He purposely sprinkled a few drops of ink unevenly on the paper, making a mess by smearing and smearing, so that it can be seen at a glance that the writer has fallen into a state of confusion.

"Anyway, it's the captain's warrant. Is it okay to make it like this?" Song Huaimin was a little puzzled.

Considering the cultural background of this dreamland, Ling Su and Zhuang Die both dictate and write in English.Song Huaimin could only understand a few words, and he barely guessed that the two men were going to forge the captain's warrant to let the crew drive the submarine away.

Song Huaimin looked at the messy letter paper and couldn't help frowning: "Leave this to me, at least I won't execute it..."

"So congratulations." Ling Su patted him on the shoulder, "Old Song, your mind is normal."

"..." Song Huaimin pressed his forehead: "Okay, okay, I understand."

——It's like being among a group of people who are already drunk and delirious. If you dress too cleanly and neatly, it is impossible to blend in without any trace.

On this submarine, since the captain and crew could no longer maintain their sanity, it was naturally impossible to maintain the original standard and neat format for the warrants used for communication, internal notices and records, etc.

On the contrary, it is this kind of upside-down handwriting that makes the crew feel familiar and believe that this is the captain's real warrant...

Since there were new players, the vice-captain was forced to follow this analysis-based dreamland, and there was no need to explain many things.

Ling Su nodded in relief, did not continue to speak, and raised his hand to pick up half of the cigarette stuck to his ear.

He folded the forged warrant, put it in his pocket, stood up, and looked around the entire banquet hall carefully.

Song Huaimin then raised his head: "What are you looking for?"

"Find a crew member who looks more reliable."

Ling Su said: "In order not to give the warrant to open the submarine to the wrong person, and cause some unexpected troubles."

As he spoke, he carefully distinguished among the crew members: "Based on their current level of sobriety, I am worried that even if the chef gets this warrant, he will really dare to pick up the kitchen knife and iron spoon and open it..."

After so long, they have no way of knowing what conflicts took place on the original submarine, and whether the helmsmen and engineers are still there.

But on submarines, in order to prevent accidents, driving skills are originally one of the training items for many arms.As long as the crew can be found to work in the forward cabin or command module, the hope of success of this plan will be higher.

Having had a tragic lesson from before, Ling Su didn't trust his luck very much.

In fact, Ling Su was even highly skeptical that if he really asked a random crew member to hand out the command, the other party probably happened to be an enthusiastic torpedo launcher in the torpedo cabin who did not want to be named...

Zhuang Die suddenly tugged on Ling Su's clothes, he had already picked out a target: "In the corner, the one wearing security clothes, smoking a cigarette."

Ling Su set up a tent to look around: "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Zhuang Die nodded, "He is the chief steering officer, and the one next to him is his deputy."

Song Huaimin was a little surprised: "Can you tell what they do?"

Considering the strength of these two people, Deputy Captain Song couldn't help but recall the contents of the detective novels - quickly judge based on details such as the wear marks on the cuffs, old injuries on the hands, the size of the steps, and the habitual movements. Identifying a person's identity, occupation, family relationship...

"On our way to the captain's cabin, we passed the wheelhouse and there was a picture on the door."

Zhuang Die opened his backpack, took out a stack of old black and white ID photos, and opened them one by one like grabbing poker.

In fact, there are duty registration forms hanging on many doors, and there are photos of the crew members on them, but they are easily overlooked. When he was exploring around in the clothes of the waiters, Zhuang Die collected them conveniently, pretending to be into the backpack.

Zhuang Die picked out one of them and held it up. On the back, he wrote the chief steerer in pencil: "It looks exactly like him."

Song Huaimin: "..."

Ling Su coughed lightly, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to take the whole stack of photos: "Thank you, it's so useful."

Zhuang Die was very satisfied with the praise and sat upright on the small bench.The little wool roll on the top of the head straightened up vigorously, and Ling Su stretched out his hand and rubbed it twice.

He grabbed Ling Su who was about to go there to try his luck: "There is one more thing."

As Zhuang Die said, he took out the "white shirt that seemed familiar" from his schoolbag.

This is the prop that Zhuang Die got in the lottery draw after the last mission. Because of the special effect of "cognitive adjustment", anyone who appears in front of this white shirt will be regarded as someone who seems to have known each other.

Although the crew may not be able to tell the difference, but with the bonus of props, the probability of success is higher than going directly to negotiate.

Ling Su was slightly surprised, and reached out to take it: "Can you still get such a useful item?"

Under the comparison of Zhuang Die, he is becoming more and more aware that he has always had a serious cognitive bias on the prize pool of "Cocoon": "I said that all draws should not be '100% hatred' Masks' and 'T-shirts that are sure to take a beating'..."

Ling Su took the white shirt while muttering, but didn't go to the dressing room to change it immediately.

He took the shirt and studied it carefully for a while, then clicked on the backstage to look.

Zhuang Die watched his movements: "What's wrong?"

"If you can't equip it, it seems that you don't meet the requirements."

Ling Su turned off the background: "Is there a hidden binding effect? ​​Some items will be directly bound to the person by default as long as they are received, and other people cannot use them."

Zhuang Die was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know about this matter, and he was a little disappointed: "Is it okay to borrow it?"

"It doesn't seem to work. The system is not humane enough in this respect." Ling Su smiled, and leaned his shoulders to touch the small curly forehead.

He folded the shirt carefully and returned it to Zhuang Die: "Besides, you have another part of the plan, right? It should be more useful."

Among the three methods proposed by Zhuang Die, this one is actually the most uncertain.

If the entire submarine can be destroyed in an instant, these souls and obsessions trapped here will naturally dissipate completely, without any pain, and eternal relief can be obtained in an instant.

For the captain and crew, on the contrary, it is more difficult for them to accept the "return voyage", and it will definitely risk exposing the truth.

Once these tormented souls wake up, anything can happen.

It is precisely because of this that Zhuang Die put this plan at the end - and to fully realize the goal of returning to the submarine, it is naturally impossible to drive the submarine to the destination that should have been sailing long ago. Seal a forged warrant.

Zhuang Die didn't insist anymore, nodded and took the shirt over: "Captain, you and the vice-captain should be careful."

The combat effectiveness of the crew should not be underestimated either. Considering the overall number of people, they are actually more dangerous than the captain.

Song Huaimin and Ling Su used to cooperate frequently, and in case of emergencies, cooperating with each other can ensure safety.

Ling Su scratched his hair, turned his head helplessly and smiled.

He nodded in a good manner, and accepted the assignment of the little curly hair to the personnel: "Okay."

Ling Su lit the half-cigarette, and messed up his sloppy hair a little more. Turning the scalpel half a circle in his hand, it has become a curved pocket knife commonly used by sailors.

Ling Su led Zhuang Die to the table, bent down and cut the rope tied to D2: "I need you to follow him."

D2 was stunned, and looked at Zhuang Die behind Ling Su: "You can rest assured that I will follow him?"

Ling Su nodded: "If there is any danger, you should rush up to block it and let him run quickly."

"..." D2 rubbed his arms that were numb from the tying, he hadn't stared at the exit option yet, his eyes were so sore: "You are really welcome."

Ling Su was using a pocketknife to simply modify the security uniform on his body. He cut off the bottom edge that was too wide, and folded the sides to make it fit better.

"Do you make the best use of it?" Ling Su was biting his cigarette, he was stepping on the edge of the table and lowering his head to cut his trousers, he heard this with a chuckle, "Do you still remember what we discussed?"

D2's body froze involuntarily, and he instinctively took two steps back, staring at the person who was carelessly packing his clothes.

...That can't be called negotiation at all!

While staring at the exit button, D2 couldn't help but tried a few more times.

As long as he thinks about Zhuang Die for a while, his mind starts to buzz non-stop, and he can't connect his thoughts at all, let alone go back and report to the headquarters that there is a special newcomer here...

Ling Su glanced at his condition and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay."

"What kind of tricks are you playing?" D2 frowned, lowered his voice, "Let me be alone with him, you won't be afraid—"

Halfway through the speech, D2 watched the other party skip him, only to be discouraged to find that Ling Su didn't pay any attention to his words.

The latter pinched the back of Zhuang Die's head, led him over, whispered a lot of unintelligible words head to head, and then led Zhuang Die back to him.

Ling Su embraced Zhuang Die, pressed his shoulder twice reassuringly, and gently pushed the reluctant team member towards D2: "Don't worry, he can still cooperate."

Ling Su introduced to Zhuang Die: "I have checked, I can communicate, I have the ability to act, I have a clear mind, and I don't pick up things to eat randomly..."

D2 was so angry that he didn't care about the elite demeanor: "Why did you add the last sentence? You are more like someone who can pick things up everywhere!"

"He is a professional sent by 'Cocoon'. He has received professional training and has more open permissions than us."

Ling Su was so shocked that he rubbed his ears, and said to Zhuang Die, "Although it's not very obvious, the combat power is the strongest among us..."

"What do you mean not obvious? You were in the submarine when I was fighting, but you didn't see it yourself!" D2 was so angry that his lungs ached, "You——"

"He admitted it himself." Ling Su nodded, and continued, "If you encounter danger, leave him immediately and run, he has his own way to deal with it."

Zhuang Die listened carefully and wrote down each item in his notebook.

D2 pressed his aching chest: "..."

He still wanted to drag Ling Su into arguing about the combat power, but found that these three people were extremely efficient, so he started to act.

Without a word of superfluous nonsense, Ling Su and Song Huaimin got ready and walked towards the crew gathered in the corner.

Zhuang Die changed his backpack and bench to a hidden state, and left the banquet hall straight away.

……

D2 was left on the spot, took a few deep breaths, pushed open the door of the banquet hall and quickened his pace to catch up.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but D2 always feels that the corridor is a little quieter than before.

The lively atmosphere seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier - clearly heard the loud chatter, laughter and singing from the hall, but once in the corridor, it seemed that every step I took, I could hear There was an empty echo.

This weird feeling makes people feel chills down their spines, as if the two ends of this corridor are the lively island banquet and the cold underwater cemetery.

Before that, D2 only got a general view of the world through the clues shared by the team. Now that they have personally experienced the details, they realize the infinite weirdness.

D2 shook his head vigorously, and quickly caught up with Zhuang Die: "What's your plan?"

"Go to the captain's cabin." Zhuang Die replied, "There is also an air-to-air periscope, theoretically there."

This kind of old submarine usually has two sets of periscopes, one is the sea-facing periscope, which can be used to view the situation of the seabed in the pilot room-when they first entered the submarine, they recovered this periscope in the pilot room that had long been corroded and could not be used.

Judging from the contents of the logbook, the captain also saw the "light" through another periscope before committing suicide by drinking a bullet.

In that case, the periscope, and what it sees, may not still be real.

But since the captain can see it, it means that this periscope does exist in the dream realm, and it has indeed observed a certain target... and this target is most likely the place they want to guide the submarine to.

The "final place" where everything can end and everyone can regain peace.

After hearing his plan, D2 couldn't help asking: "Are you sure you can convince the captain?"

"It's not necessary to convince him." Zhuang Die said, "He probably won't find me anymore."

Hitherto the captain had neither caught the audacious thief himself, nor given any orders to search for the seals and other lost articles.

Zhuang Die had already changed into that white shirt—there was no need to go to the dressing room, as long as he chose to confirm his attire in the background, the white shirt would automatically replace the waiter's tuxedo.

He walked into the captain's cabin like this, and for five minutes, he was regarded by the captain as an acquaintance.

What Zhuang Di really needs to get is to confirm the coordinates of the location observed by the captain.

Without accurate coordinates, even if Ling Su could really convince the crew, the submarine would not be able to steer in the right direction.

D2 frowned: "It's too risky..."

He stopped and stopped Zhuang Die at the same time: "Do you trust your captain so much? Do you know that he will plant hints?"

Zhuang Die asked, "Hint?"

"In the subconscious, it will only be triggered in certain situations." D2 explained, "It's almost undetectable at ordinary times... It allows you to do things exactly according to his ideas."

Because of the hint about Zhuang Die in his mind, D2 is actually ready not to say this sentence.

But what surprised him was that although he couldn't say anything about Zhuang Die, as long as he faced Zhuang Die, the communication with him seemed to be unimpeded.

"I don't know what he wants to do to you." D2 simply pointed out, "But I saw the public clue... You fell into cognitive drowning, and you suddenly woke up for a few seconds before entering a near-death state ?”

A similar situation also occurred in F3, and D2 is very aware of that state, because it is the power of the cognitive level, and it is impossible to wake up and break free with only one's own strength.

But the moment Zhuang Die lost consciousness immediately, he suddenly woke up abnormally.

Zhuang Die stopped and recalled carefully for a while: "Because there is a small flame in my mind."

At that time, his whole consciousness had been swallowed by the seawater he knew, and he was about to sink into the cold deep sea, but he was suddenly awakened by the small flame, and found a screwdriver to unscrew the hatch of the diving cabin.

D2 guessed it would be like this, and his heart sank: "Recall carefully, when did he stare into your eyes? Your consciousness will be blurred for a while, and you can't move at all suddenly..."

Zhuang Die suddenly said "Oh": "You mean hypnosis?"

D2 was stunned: "You also know this?"

Zhuang Die thought he was about to say something important, so he tidied up his shirt, turned around and continued walking towards the end of the corridor: "The captain didn't hypnotize me."

D2 hurried to catch up: "How can you be sure?"

"The descriptions in film and television works are usually somewhat exaggerated, and hypnosis in reality usually does not have such an obvious effect-the foundation of the dream realm is the subconscious mind, which directly acts on the conscious body, so your feelings are so obvious."

Zhuang Die said: "But no matter what kind of hypnosis, there is a prerequisite. As long as your cognition of reality and self is clear enough, rational and clear enough, it is difficult to be forcibly implanted in a few seconds. hint."

D2 was implanted with hints within a few seconds, he froze in place, speechless: "I—"

"Little Flame was given to me by the captain, but not by hypnosis."

Zhuang Die turned around a corridor: "That's not a 'suggestion' of such a weak thing, it's an anchor point that I have strengthened through repeated reciting, because I am willing to believe in the captain... This is my answer."

He stopped at the corner and turned to look at D2.

"I would like to remember him and what he told me."

"At that time, I was able to escape suddenly because he told me a sentence—because I believed in this sentence enough, my knowledge about the deep sea was overwritten and reset at that moment, and I got rid of the illusion of drowning."

"How is it possible?" D2 wondered, "At that time and in that state, you could still stay awake and try to save yourself?"

Even F3 couldn't do this kind of thing, and D2 didn't have a clue—in that case, it was no longer simply relying on willpower or cleverness to break free from the hallucination and wake up on its own.

If the newcomer in front of him who has only participated in a few missions already has this ability without training, no matter how Ling Su hides him, the headquarters will forcibly recruit him...

Zhuang Die shook his head: "No."

D2 froze.

"I'm not sober."

Zhuang Die said: "I just put this sentence in a place where I can remember it without being awake."

Zhuang Die carefully repeated the words: "The captain is super powerful, there is a way for everything."

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