don't open your eyes [unlimited]

[Detected that the No. 2048 special dreamland crisis (A-level) has been successfully resolved. 】

[Number of people rescued: 150 people. 】

[Completion degree: complete. 】

[Reward: 151243 points (total team), including 300 free lottery opportunities (total team). 】

[It is detected that the skill bar has been successfully unlocked, and additional rewards have been obtained: the mental power gain mode has been unlocked, the upper limit of regular gain: 5%, the upper limit of special effect gain: 3%. 】

After reading the settlement, Zhuang Di temporarily put away his back panel.

He reached into his pants pocket and fumbled twice.

Unlike the feeling he had every time he exited the dreamland before, when he woke up, he found that his pants pocket was bulging, as if there was something extra.

Zhuang Die took out that thing and looked at it carefully.

It was the captain's out-of-print deck of hardcover playing cards.

They disappeared together with the collapse of the dream, and quietly reappeared on Zhuang Die.

Probably because the captain's resentment towards the game is too deep, the picture on the two kings and kings is no longer the original JOKER, but a portrait of the captain himself.

Zhuang Die sat on the small bench, holding the poker cards, watched the exaggerated grimace of the captain triumphantly for half a minute, and without hesitation put the two trump cards back into the card pile, and quickly put them into the card box.

……

"Why is there one more person?"

Song Huaimin has also quit, and is checking his task settlement: "That D2, he is the 140th person who entered the submarine, right? This time, the people who retreated are also counted?"

Since this mission is a team mode, several people did not immediately return to their respective personal dreamlands, but returned to the public conference room of the special incident handling team together.

In the submarine, in order to prevent the captain from going crazy, they deliberately controlled the number of people in the boat.

The crew and captain who "survived" from that shipwreck totaled 99 people.Counting their 49 guests, plus the D2 picked up from the jungle by the captain, it happened to be the total number of people that would never appear.

F3 is forced to exit during the mission, so it is not included in the scope of needing to be rescued, and logically speaking, it should not be counted.

"It's not necessarily F3." Ling Su said.

Song Huaimin was puzzled: "Why?"

Ling Su is rearranging his image. He came back only a few seconds earlier than Zhuang Die, still wearing the crew uniform: "D2 was not successfully hunted by the herd, why did the captain bring him back?"

Instead of answering Song Huaimin, he asked another question.

Song Huaimin was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it because of the chewiness?"

Zhuang Die, who sat aside and studied the number of lottery draws: "..."

Ling Su coughed twice uncontrollably, he stopped torturing his hair, turned around and said solemnly: "Old Song."

"Okay, no need to say, I know!" Song Huaimin couldn't stop his headache when he saw him put on this familiar posture, "I have no problem with the two of you bullying the people from the headquarters. Next time you make up nonsense, can you tell me first?" Let me collude..."

"It's not making up nonsense." Zhuang Die shook his head and corrected, "That's just a speculation."

Under the circumstances at that time, they knew very little about the internal truth of the submarine, and there were many hypotheses, so it was impossible to come up with a completely accurate answer.

Zhuang Die only proposed the most direct possibility based on the intelligence at the time.

This time, Song Huaimin successfully heard what he meant: "You got new information later?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "The captain is looking for someone on the island."

He went to find the watchman who liked land, because the captain who was completely immersed in hallucinations firmly believed that Gus had gone to the island to plant flowers, so he left the submarine completely covered by his own power over and over again, and ventured into the jungle.

It is also because of this that even though D2 tried to attack the captain at one time, it did not receive any counterattack or punishment.

"Since there are 150 people, we can remind the captain to quickly open a farm there." Ling Su suddenly changed the subject, smiled and said, "His watchman is still there, and he hasn't been lost."

Zhuang Di put away the playing cards: "They will."

The sane part of the captain probably knew this all along—the strict, uninteresting, eccentric and loyal lookout Gus, whose soul has been sleeping in the main tank and never left the sub.

So when cognition is interfered, when the captain sees Zhuang Die in a white shirt, he complains that he is sleeping there hiding there.

Gus never believes in any hallucinations, so as long as Paradise Island continues to exist, he will never be able to wake up.

But when everything returns to reality, he will also return to the captain's cabin, and end this too long journey with the submarine, returning from the cold deep sea.

"What's in that light?"

Zhuang Die was curious before: "Does the world really exist after death? Where will they live?"

Ling Su smiled. He raised his hand and slowly rubbed his neck. After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "I don't know...it's hard to say."

No stranger can enter that place and find out what happened there.

When the submarine gradually approached the end of the route, those guests were forcibly repatriated.But even this level of proximity will allow them to experience an infinitely real near-death experience, and even feel as if they have died once in a trance.

For those who have forgotten themselves and are completely immersed in dreams, this kind of experience is necessary.

It was also because of this that Ling Su did not evacuate the guests, and "Cocoon" did not repatriate these people in advance.

If they are sent back directly, these consciousnesses that have been lost for too long will directly collapse under the impact of the huge information flow in the real world.

On the contrary, it is this strong stimulation that seems to be reborn, which can suddenly wake these people up from this long dream and bring them back to the reality of the next second.

……

"Then they were arrested."

Song Huaimin was watching the simultaneous live broadcast of reality, and he got stuck and spit out a slot: "One second is heaven and the next second is prison..."

Ling Su seldom cared about these follow-up procedures. He brought Zhuang Die over with a small bench and watched the news together for a while.

The so-called "kidnapping" was exposed in the middle. Whether it was the three hostage-takers who were so unlucky that they lost themselves, or their accomplices, they had all been dealt with as they should.

Victims brought into the dream cannot return to society smoothly for the time being, and will be taken to relevant institutions, where professionals will provide psychological counseling for specific situations.

"Look at people, then look at you."

Song Huaimin looked at the elite-level psychological counseling practitioners on the screen, and kicked Ling Su, who was sitting on a small stool with disheveled hair, "Your education and professional level are similar, right?"

"That's not necessarily true." Ling Su propped up one hand, and quickly moved the little curly hair to another corner, "Maybe I'm actually an underappreciated genius, better than them, but the boring reality of following the rules suppressed me helplessly." The surging talent everywhere..."

Song Huaimin didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and turned on the backstage: "Genius, how many self-criticisms have you written with your surging talent?"

Ling Su: "..."

"You two, deal with the task settlement." Song Huaimin looked at the time, "I'm going to retire first, remember to redeem the reward points for me."

After each task is over, there are actually a lot of follow-up work to be dealt with in reality.

The cooperation with the police needs to be finished, the relevant media reports need to be reviewed, and the victims and their families are involved, and there are even more intricate details involved... These things, the captain of the special incident handling team will completely let go.

Song Huaimin still has a lot of serious things to do, so he can't stay here for too long.

As for the reward points for completing missions, they just need to be distributed directly according to the mission contribution. No need to use any extra brains, even the captain can complete it independently.

Ling Su couldn't help raising an objection: "Why do you want to add it?"

Song Huaimin ignored him and continued to look backstage: "The avatars of those two people have been grayed out... This contribution can be divided into a few hundred experience points at most, and it's not appropriate for us to keep it. Let's hand it over to their headquarters for unified processing."

The reward points for this mission are very generous, but D2 and F3 are too far away from the main line. Although a lot of effort has been spent, the contribution value is still meager under the evaluation of "cocoon".

Probably because of this reason, D2 did not participate in the final settlement at all, and quit the team instantly the next second after judging that the task was completed.

As for Ling Su himself, he always stayed in the villa to which the team belonged, and generally did not receive his share, and directly stuffed it into the public account of the whole team as funds.Song Huaimin is not very interested in the virtual world, and usually transfers the reward points directly to the cash account, and deposits them in the bank as soon as possible.

Zhuang Die moved a small bench and sat in front of the backstage, eating sunflower seeds that he didn't know where he conjured up, and was already concentrating on studying the newly opened lottery page.

"Just give Zhuang Die all the lottery draws... This is a public meeting room, don't mess with the lottery button!"

The deputy captain looked at all directions, and slapped Ling Su's hand that was about to try his character again: "Reserve it for Zhuang Die, let him smoke, you are not allowed to move."

Ling Su rubbed the back of his hand and sighed regretfully.

Since the relevant personnel often have to deal with a large number of dreams, in order to enhance the fun after work, "Cocoon" will provide many free lottery opportunities.

These lottery draws are not mandatory, fair and open, and the prize pool is rich in content without any complicated routines.

The only thing is that any prize drawn from the free prize pool will not be refunded or exchanged, nor can it be destroyed by any means.

For others, the number of lottery draws was originally given away for free, and even with this rule, it has no effect-but for the captain of the special incident handling team, it means that as long as he can't control his hand, he has to find a place Put out the tatters...

Under the coercion of the vice-captain, most of the prizes have been stuffed into Ling Su's private dream domain, and there are still a lot of colorful bricks piled up in the team's warehouse.

Song Huaimin was already familiar with this set of procedures, so he dragged Ling Su to Zhuang Die's side involuntarily.He just noticed the melon seeds in Zhuang Die's hand, and was a little surprised: "Where did they come from?"

"It's in the pocket." Zhuang Die touched the pocket of his trousers, and took out another handful, "Vice Captain, do you want it?"

Song Huaimin shook his head.He still couldn't get used to the feeling of eating in the virtual world, so he just controlled Ling Su's two hands and pressed him on the small bench beside Zhuang Die: "Eat, you two."

"It's just fried? It's really good." Ling Su tasted two, "Is there any raw one? We can also plant some. I remember that I just got a box of inedible soil last month..."

He dug out a crudely made small square table from the warehouse, and asked Zhuang Die to dump all the melon seeds in his pocket on it.

Those melon seeds are full of grains, and it can be seen at a glance that they are planted very well, and they still have a little warm temperature just after frying.

The two concentrated on picking for a long time, found a small handful that hadn't been fired, and put them away carefully.

Song Huaimin didn't know what the captain was doing with the new team members. He was inexplicably relieved to see the two of them meeting together and studying melon seeds. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "You guys have fun, remember Come out for lunch."

"Just leave two copies for us." Ling Su looked at the time, "I'll take Xiaozhuang to my office later, and let him catch up on his sleep. If he wakes up from two consecutive dreams, he will have a headache."

Song Huaimin was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the two had carried out two missions in a row, and frowned, "Don't you also sleep for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy." Ling Su pinched the back of his neck, he suddenly sat up straight, and sighed, "Old Song."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"I can't sleep when I think about the review and task summary I haven't finished. Can you sleep? I have to write several more."

Ling Su rubbed the bridge of his nose twice: "You can make up a few sentences about the task summary, anyway, you won't read it after submitting it to the headquarters. The review is really difficult to write."

"Okay." Song Huaimin interrupted him, "I didn't say the previous sentence..."

"I have always believed that the review is actually very difficult to really improve the level of ideological awareness and understanding. It is just a process that emphasizes form over content, and acts as a deterrent by holding back the pain it brings."

Ling Su sat cross-legged on the ground, he stretched out his hand with light movements, picked up the little curly who was concentrating on studying melon seeds, and secretly put it into his arms.

"Vote, Xiao Zhuang agrees."

Ling Su moved Zhuang Die's arm and raised a hand: "If you agree, I can actually prove it with practical actions..."

Song Huaimin knew that he shouldn't talk too much, so he quickly operated the backstage with his ears plugged, and quit the dream realm decisively.