don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Affected by this unexpected episode, the change in the apartment was also temporarily suspended by some unknown force.

The location of the stairs and the room no longer changed, and the corridor became silent again. Only when I focused on listening, I could still hear faint sobbing sounds from the deepest part of the darkness.

Zhuang Die was slightly relieved.

There is a big difference between the novice simulation game and the actual operation.Zhuang Die just couldn't help but take a longer look curiously, and watched the thick darkness flowing out of the shadow like a substance, and the black air stretched into filaments wrapped around his ankles.

If he hadn't prepared in advance, the bone-piercing cold breath would have almost frozen Zhuang Die's blood into ice balls.

Fortunately, in this critical moment, brave and reliable colleagues found him in time.

"Did you see it?"

Zhuang Die took the chainsaw and walked towards the two quickly. He has never been very courageous, and he never dared to watch any horror movies. Until now, his heart was still beating a little fast: "That thing is so scary."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"I see." Ling Su understood very well, put his hands on Zhuang Die's shoulders, and encouraged him earnestly, "It was the first time that you were easily frightened, and you have behaved very well."

Song Huaimin felt a pain in his head, pressed his temples hard, and looked at the two black shadows floating on the gleaming blade of Zhuang Die's chainsaw: "You two..."

"That's the 'shadow' in the seventh compartment of the bathroom. It will come out to hunt in turn with the monster you saw. I was also very scared before."

Ling Su didn't linger too long, led Zhuang Die into the room, and turned on the overhead light: "The apartment will change every REM period, and they will wander in the corridor... Lao Song, it's best to come in first."

Song Huaimin shuddered, immediately shut his mouth, and quickly walked into the room.

The light of the incandescent lamp shone down, slightly dispelling the eerie chill that seemed to be everywhere in this dream.

Zhuang Die noticed that the layout of this bedroom was exactly the same as the one he woke up in.

The whole bed is in a simple 90s style, with a single iron frame bed, white sheets, and a blue striped quilt cover.The use time of the bedding does not seem to be very short, the overall color is faded and yellowed after washing, and many places have been sanded and broken.

The cat head wall clock emits regular movement of the second hand, and the displayed time is 47:[-].

There are a lot of graffiti on the wall, without any pattern or meaning, more like a child scribbling with crayons. On the other wall are neatly pasted a few rows of yellowed certificates. The handwriting on it is like It has been blurred by the water.

A tall maroon old-fashioned wardrobe stood in the corner, the door of the wardrobe was ajar, casting a small black shadow in the light.

The room looked normal at least, Song Huaimin couldn't help but let out a long breath.He was already covered in cold sweat from the fright, his legs were still numb, he instinctively moved away from the weird cat-headed alarm clock on the wall, walked to the bed and sat down: "Whose dream is this?"

"I don't know." Ling Su locked the bedroom door, "Actually, no one has been found in the apartment until now."

Song Huaimin was a little surprised: "Not one?"

Ling Su nodded. He was looking down at the watch on his wrist, and then walked to the cat-head wall clock, comparing the time between the two back and forth.

According to the detection results of the instrument, the strength of the brainwave signal trapped in this dream is at least that of six to seven people.One of the lost persons who has been clearly identified is a high school student at school, a female, 16 years old, who has been in a coma for two days so far.

Living with family members like this, and being lost in dreams for a relatively short period of time is actually fine—although drowsiness will have a certain impact on the body, after all, someone will take care of you and have the ability to provide timely medical monitoring. Get professionally led out of the dream as soon as possible, and there will be no major problems.

The most dangerous type is actually those who live alone, have no relatives and friends who have regular daily contact, and do not have a job, so they will not be noticed by others because they are late or absent from work.

Once these people get lost in their dreams, unless they can wake up on their own, it may lead to extremely serious consequences in reality.

Not being able to find anyone means that a relatively simple method cannot be used to directly guide the lost person who has fallen into the dream to leave the dream and return to his own reality.

"The only way is to investigate this apartment and solve this nightmare completely."

Ling Su beckoned: "Xiao Zhuang, come and see this."

Song Huaimin, as the vice-captain, was used to assisting and cooperating with Ling Su. He just stood halfway on the edge of the bed: "...Are you changing partners now?!"

"I don't want to either." Ling Su looked at his ex-partner apologetically, "But he's good-looking."

Song Huaimin: "..."

Zhuang Die scratched the little curly hair, straightened his collar, and walked to the cat-head wall clock that Ling Su was studying.

Ling Su raised his watch-wearing hand to the wall clock.

The situation before Zhuang Die's eyes was a bit strange, the two watches were running separately, not only the time was different, even the speed of the second hand was not exactly the same.

"The flow of time in dreams is often different from reality."

Ling Su explained to him: "Many times, we think it is a very long dream, only to realize that it is only a few 10 minutes when we wake up. Sometimes the dream seems to be just a short moment, but in reality it has passed for a long time."

The most common example is that we tell ourselves to sleep for another 10 minutes every morning, and it disappears for an hour as soon as our eyes are closed and opened.

"The time flow ratio between this dream and reality is about 1.5:1, the difference is not too much, and the problem is not big." Ling Su reminded him, "Be extra vigilant against those dreams that are far from the real time flow speed, the more this kind of Dreams, the easier it is to completely get lost in them."

Zhuang Die nodded, he was a little envious of Ling Su's cool steampunk mechanical watch: "Is this the equipment for regular employees?"

Ling Su opened his mouth and agreed: "Yes, the employee benefits are very generous. When you join the job, you will be given a full set of equipment gift package, meals and regular medical examinations, five social insurances and one housing fund..."

"Okay, don't listen to his nonsense." Song Huaimin couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted forcefully, "The sleep cabin will continuously remind us of the time in reality, and it will manifest itself when we concentrate."

It is not difficult to create things in a dream. It is not so much a creation as it is a matter of collecting all the details of an object from memory.The more familiar you are with something and the clearer your impression, the more real it will be.

Now that they are partners, Song Huaimin tried his best to suppress the professional instinct of the old criminal policeman, not paying attention to the chainsaw in Zhuang Die's hand: "If you have time, why don't you investigate this bedroom first, what do you two find?"

Although the identity of the owner of the dream is still unclear, this bedroom is not without traces. Since the dream is generated by both memory and subconscious, some clues should be found.

Ling Su felt a little regretful, sighed softly, and put the watch on display all the time into his cuff: "The dreamer's mental state is very unstable, and he has been in severe depression and anxiety for a long time. From the monster in the dream and this apartment It can be seen from the frequent changes of stairs and room distribution. But in contrast, the bedroom shows a contradictory order and order, and even a forced cleanliness.”

"This strong sense of opposition and even tearing is also reflected in many details, such as neat awards and messy graffiti, neat beds and casually covered wardrobes... and the pile of clothes thrown around inside."

As Ling Su said, he walked to the closet and opened the closet door: "Old Song, what exactly is that fleshy monster you saw?"

When Song Huaimin saw him open the closet just like that, there was another shock behind him: "Zhuang Die saw it too, why are you asking me?"

"Xiao Zhuang is afraid." Ling Su looked inside, closed the closet door, and turned around, "You have been chased for a longer time, you should have seen it more clearly, and..."

Ling Su: "Where's Xiaozhuang?"

Song Huaimin came back to his senses, looked around the room, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The door was still firmly locked, and Song Huaimin had just searched the location not far from the door, so he could confirm that no one had left.

Zhuang Die has been squatting in the corner, one second he was still studying the smart watch of the little genius that he had manifested, and the next second he disappeared into the bedroom out of thin air.

……

The indistinct cry seemed to become hysterical in an instant, and then gradually turned into a broken roar that could not be heard. The cold wind of resentment seeped into the room along the crack of the door.

It was as if someone was scribbling madly on the wall with a crayon. The originally distorted graffiti became even more unrecognizable, and the chaotic colors covered the wall in an instant, covering the neat awards with unrecognizable handwriting.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo."

When the four o'clock timekeeping ended, the cat's head opened its blood-red mouth, and the rusty mechanical cuckoo rolled to the ground and fell to pieces.

A mass of flesh and blood grew out of the mechanical bird's shattered abdomen, quickly covering the icy cold iron skin that was mostly corroded.