don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the banquet hall, Ling Su successfully persuaded most of the crew.

During the negotiation, they soon discovered that the crew members were actually divided into two forces.

The helmsman and deputy who were first approached by them just muttered and complained a few words after receiving the warrant, then got up and prepared to drive the submarine.

Everything went smoothly, but they didn't go far before they were stopped by another group of gunners and torpedomen who were armed with weapons.

After checking the captain's warrant, the attitude of the group relaxed a little. They no longer demanded that Ling Su and Song Huaimin be arrested as spies and thrown out of the submarine, but they still stubbornly refused to let the submarine return.

They have long been accustomed to life on Paradise Island. They go hunting in the jungle every day, and occasionally pick one or two that are suitable for the banquet and throw them into the energy tank.Living a peaceful and stable life, I don't think there is anything wrong.

But as soon as this group of strangers came out, they actually held a captain's warrant and asked them to drive the submarine back!

"Don't think I don't know your details."

The bearded gunner in the lead stared at Ling Su, and slowly stretched one hand behind his back, with a fierce look in his eyes: "You are the helper that Gus guy sneaked out and found for the captain, aren't you?!"

Sensing his intention, Song Huaimin was about to snatch it, but Ling Su held his arm.

Ling Su has already observed the situation in the banquet hall.

When the bearded gunner spoke, several crew members stood up one after another and slowly approached them.

These crew members, without exception, were all dressed in security clothes, were strong and burly, and each carried weapons.There are not many of them, but they are an absolute deterrent to other crew members.

The crew members who were moved by their opponents and wanted to go home together were also a little afraid and flinched at the moment, looked at each other hesitantly and stopped.

"Pral." Ling Su read out his name, and flicked his cigarette butt casually, "Corporal, gunner...for his bravery in combat, he has won two awards."

A little spark fell slowly on the bearded gunner's boot.

The pupils of the bearded gunner shrank, and he stepped back like a pinprick: "What do you want to do?!"

"Get to know each other." Ling Su said, "Don't be nervous."

It's just a trick that never guesses wrong.

He has the photos collected by Zhuang Die in his hand, and he just needs to read the name of a bearded man slowly.It is difficult for the person whose name is called to control the knee-jerk reaction, and others will instinctively look past it.

In case it was another person who reacted after he called out his name, as long as Ling Su could keep calm and make everyone think that he was looking for another bearded Pral.

As for the positions and identities, it is even simpler - the security uniforms worn by these people actually still retain the original medals.These colorful little strips hanging on the right chest are not just decorations, they are also called Lue Zhang, which are arranged strictly according to merit and seniority.

Ling Su's luck this time was rare, he guessed the target among the three bearded beards, and took advantage of the opportunity to point out the identity of the other party, cooperating with his actions and tone to create psychological oppression first.

He was about to make a few more sentences and ask who "Gus" was, but his eyes suddenly paused for a while.

……

On the team communication channel, Zhuang Die suddenly sent a message.

Ling Su narrowed his eyes. He casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out. He knocked out another cigarette and signaled Song Huaimin to help.

I knew that this guy used Song Huaimin's force to grind his back molars, took out a lighter and stepped forward in order to play cool.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ling Su quickly read Zhuang Die's message by the flickering light of the fire.

He raised his head and looked at the bearded gunner in front of him.

"I understand." Ling Su said, "You refused to return because you were afraid..."

The bearded gunner snapped: "Shut up! Who are you guys?!"

"Why are you afraid? Because you attacked your companions? What's more serious is that you attacked your companions. How many people did you clean up, five? Ten? So many, no wonder they all listened to you."

Ling Su looked at him: "You guys killed Gus? It wasn't you, it was Gus who realized what you were going to do to him and made a decision before you..."

According to the change of the other party's expression, Ling Su kept changing the questions he asked, and quickly gave the answer by himself.

These crew members have been isolated from the world for too long, and they are not good at hiding their true thoughts. They will show subtle changes in expression to every question he asks, and it is almost as simple as an open book in front of Ling Su.

At this point, when the crew members looked at him, it was no less than staring at a terrible magic stick, and everyone's face was terribly ugly.

"It turned out to be like this. With the addition of this last link, the whole clue is completely connected."

Ling Su lightly dusted the cigarette, and the sparks flickered between his fingers: "Your attacks on your companions have no purpose and no reason. , navigator and radio bastards made things worse."

"Shut up! Shut up!" the bearded crewman yelled angrily, he swung his arms vigorously, panted and stared fiercely at Ling Su, "You are a devil! Those people made a deal with you! This is Paradise Island, you You will definitely be punished..."

"It doesn't matter, even if I am a demon." Ling Su said calmly, "And you are a bunch of cowards."

Ling Su looked straight into his eyes: "You are attacking your companions only because punishing them is easier than punishing Haiyang."

This is the truth of the "internal disputes" that are briefly mentioned in those logbooks.

This is only a small group of crew members, but because they have almost all the weapons in the submarine, and because other crew members are unwilling or not good at attacking their companions, the incident will intensify.

More and more crew members who are unwilling to participate in internal disputes, still maintain rationality, and constantly try in vain to seek help from the outside world and save themselves, are thrown out of the submarine by those angry companions.

And this last straw completely crushed the captain.

Combined with the hallucinations that had begun to circulate and spread inside the submarine, the captain finally completely gave up his sobriety.

He returned to the captain's cabin, injected himself with hallucinogens, and made up a dream "Paradise Island".

"Shut up...don't say anything, shut up!" the bearded man roared, "You—"

Ling Su interrupted him: "Don't you have a gun? Why didn't you just blow my head off?"

Song Huaimin cleared his throat and reminded Ling Su in a low voice, "It's almost over..."

"It doesn't matter." Ling Su smiled and said disapprovingly, "Their guns are all broken, and they have been completely turned into scrap metal."

He didn't deliberately lower the volume of his words, and the other crew members could hear them clearly.

The bearded man froze for a moment, then hurriedly lowered his head to check, his expression changed instantly.

He still used this gun to go hunting in the jungle this morning—but now, the gun has rusted so badly that it can't be seen clearly, the barrel is completely blocked, and it has become a completely unusable scrap iron rod!

The bearded man threw down the useless gun in his hand, and frantically snatched other people's weapons to check, but without exception, they were all rusty and unusable.

The bearded man turned pale, and stared at Ling Su in horror: "Devil, you are really a devil, the devil has finally come..."

"I'm not a devil, I'm just here to deliver his warrant for the captain, and take you home together."

Ling Su turned to the other crew members and clapped his hands twice: "Okay, lads, go to your own work, we don't have much time left."

"Don't listen to him! He's a liar and we must stay here!"

The bearded gunner waved his fists angrily, desperately retorting to stop him.

He desperately found that his deterrent power to the crew in the past disappeared instantly with the scrapping of these weapons, and no one would stop because of his futile roar.

The footsteps of those crew members became brisk and hasty, and no one cared about entertaining any guests anymore, they trotted skillfully through the aisles of the submarine's interior cabins.

They are no longer chefs, waiters, and banquet service staff. When they saw this warrant, they actually remembered their identities.

A European gentleman in a tuxedo angrily stopped the waiter who ran past him, complaining loudly that he had not been treated as he should, but was nimbly dodged by the thin crew member with a glass of wine on his head.

The crew laughed loudly, and some people sang hometown songs.

Ling Su ignored those people who were slumped on the ground—they had no power to change anything. The submarine came back to life in an instant, ready to return with full firepower.

Song Huaimin quickly followed the helmsman to the front cabin. He grabbed Ling Su and asked in a low voice, "How did you change... Are you really good at magic?"

He could see clearly that those people were holding real things in their hands, but because of Ling Su's words, they turned into rusty iron bumps that could no longer be used.

Ling Su was dumbfounded and shook his head: "It's not a word."

In fact, from the first conversation with the bearded gunner, Ling Su began to use words and behaviors to plant hints in the other party's subconscious.

In the end, the bearded man had completely lost the initiative in the conversation, and was completely guided by him and forced to remember what happened back then.Truth and illusion appear to be opposed, and cognition inevitably begins to falter.

"Don't forget, Old Song." Ling Su raised his hand and tapped his temple, "This is a dream determined by cognition."

Ling Su said: "What you think you will see, what you see is what you see."

After completely causing the other party to fall into self-doubt and wavering, the cognition of Ling Su and the others became the basis for determining the state of everything in the submarine.

In other words, as long as he firmly believes that these guns have become useless scrap iron, the only thing the bearded man can do is to hit him with a scrap iron rod.

Song Huaimin finally caught up with the train of thought and figured out what was going on: "No wonder you want to talk away so many people first. It turns out that you are trying to make these people stunned."

"..." Ling Su touched the tip of his nose, he had given up discussing professional issues with the vice-captain, and nodded tolerantly: "Yes, so it is impossible for Xiaozhuang to lose in the game."

As soon as D2 rushed to the side of these two people, he stopped in astonishment when he heard such a sentence: "How do you know?"

"Didn't you keep sending messages in the background? My head is numb."

Ling Su clicked on the backstage, and directly selected a series of unread messages to block: "With Xiaozhuang, the important thing is not the winning or losing of the game, but the time..."

When he was stunned by the big beard, D2 sent Zhuang Die's situation in the team communication.

Ling Su was distracted and read a few articles, but the content behind them was almost the same, so he simply didn't click on it at all: "Xiao Zhuang has an appointment with the captain, and if he loses the game, he won't leave?"

D2 frowned: "Yes—you may not be aware that the captain has already come into contact with the 'rules' of this dream realm."

Being able to interfere with Dreamland at the rule level means that Zhuang Die's promise to the captain will also be formulated as one of the rules of Dreamland.

In other words, if Zhuang Die loses the game, he really will never be able to leave...

Ling Su asked, "Can you run?"

"..." D2 was stunned: "Huh?"

"Xiao Zhuang's promise is 'If you win, I won't leave', which only restricts one way to leave the submarine." Ling Su snapped his fingers, "He can still run, skip, and swim ..."

D2 was a little dizzy, he never thought about it, interrupted Ling Su: "Is this okay?"

"Rules are used to find loopholes."

Ling Su nodded. When he saw D2's report, he had already realized why Zhuang Die made such a promise - besides, the winning or losing of the game has nothing to do with the skills, luck, and calculation ability of both parties. relation.

Everything in this submarine is determined by cognition.

……

Captain's interior.

The captain huddled behind the desk with no poise, his mind was in a mess, his hair was scratched here and there: "What the hell is going on!"

No matter what card he played, Gus had one that happened to be a tiny bit bigger than his!

The captain suspected that Zhuang Die was cheating. After the first round, he asked for a change of cards, and took out a pair of unopened out-of-print cards from his luggage.

This deck of cards was brought by him from the port. Even if Gus had great skills, it would be impossible to conjure up exactly the same deck on the submarine.

What happened next was even more outrageous-the deck seemed to never run out.They have been playing for so long, and the second game is not over yet, there are already six sevens of hearts on the table!

The captain held the cards in his hand, hugged his head angrily: "I must be dreaming..."

Zhuang Die ground a cup of coffee for him and put it by the table.

"No no."

Zhuang Die squatted down, patiently patted the captain's arm, and comforted him with the tone he had honed in his last job: "Catch another one, and the next one will definitely be Xiao Wang."