don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"Captain." Zhuang Die was a little curious, "What are they here for?"

He was holding the steaming skewers in one hand, and the small bucket of cumin chili powder and brushing sauce in the other. He hadn’t taken off the cotton apron he had won in the lottery.

Ling Su came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I went wrong."

Zhuang Die didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, and went to study Ling Su's pot of fried chestnuts.

The iron spoon in Ling Su's hand turned half a circle, and quietly turned back into a gleaming scalpel, and it slipped into his sleeve silently against his wrist.

Seeing Zhuang Die's ordinary-looking apron, Ling Su felt a little comforted, squatting on the edge and touching the ordinary fabric: "Did this also be drawn?"

Zhuang Die's backstage has been completely overwhelmed by several pages of lottery details, and he buried himself in the search for a long time: "Yes, it seems to be called 'God of Cookery Apron'."

Ling Su keenly caught the key words, and immediately changed his words: "No, actually there is no need to say—"

[Dress-up (clothing): A special apron for the Night Market God of Cookery. 】

[Category: Skill bonus. 】

[Status: Upgradable. 】

[Dress-up conditions: at least have the ability to make a bowl of instant noodles that can be eaten by yourself. 】

[Effect: Wearing this apron, any food you make will randomly consume 1 to 10 energy points.When such food is completely eaten, the eater (including himself) can randomly trigger a temporary skill.Note: Skills are for single use only and cannot be transferred or shared. 】

[Effective duration: The duration of a single random skill shall prevail. 】

Ling Su: "..."

"Another special property item." Zhuang Die finished reading the notes, clenched his fists, and the little curly hair on the top of his head stood up, "Captain, my plan has succeeded."

The guarantee of a thousand consecutive draws is that at least one item with attributes can be drawn.The effect of the white shirt is very obvious, and Zhuang Die finally made up his mind to spend it extravagantly because of this.

He hasn't gone back to check the prizes that have been placed in the private dream realm yet. Judging from the effect of this apron, even if only this one special attribute item is produced in the whole snack food street, it is already very worthwhile.

Ling Su has not recovered from the tragic comparison: "What plan?"

Zhuang Die decided to keep the key props of the plan a secret, shook his head, opened the small book and wrote down the experience.

He is also very satisfied with this snack street.The fly in the ointment is that there are only food stalls in the entire space, and there are no game items such as balloons, shooting machines, small traps and big geese, and there is no square where you can dance.

Zhuang Die carefully wrote the next wish, and suddenly remembered the original attributes of this space: "Captain, the meeting room—"

"It's okay, it's fine."

Ling Sushun took a handful of grilled skewers that were just cooked, and sprinkled cumin and chili noodles to calm down: "We wouldn't have a meeting here."

The public dream field in the team has a large area, which is theoretically used for meetings and training, but in fact it is rarely used.

The reason for this situation is also very simple - Ling Su, as the team leader, although he often haunts the Dreamland, he always has endless reports and self-criticisms, and repairs the leaky roof in his rare spare time.The vice-captain obviously prefers the conference room in reality, and will not drag the team members into the dream realm.

Ling Su briefly explained the situation, stuffed Zhuang Die with the seasoned skewers, and took the apron to study for a while.

Zhuang Die's treatment from "Cocoon" seems to be extraordinarily generous.

All aspects of this prop are very suitable for newcomers who have just opened the skill bar: there is no need for specialization, and there are no too strict dressing requirements.As long as you go through a simple process and consume a small amount of mental power points each time, you can randomly get different skill experience opportunities.

Since there is no "immediate consumption" requirement, it is even possible to make a batch of food and store it as a skill experience coupon when needed.

Although it is only a temporary experience and it will be invalid after using it once, it happens to be such a characteristic that avoids the burden of binding skills on mental power.

In this way, users can fully understand the characteristics of various skills in a short period of time, and quickly determine the type of skills they are suitable for.

Ling Su returned the apron to Zhuang Die: "Very good props...can you cook?"

Zhuang Di just met the minimum standard and nodded: "I know instant noodles."

The apartment he rented before didn't include a kitchen, and the voltage couldn't even support the high-end electric cooker. It took half an hour to cook a hot pot, which basically didn't provide any conditions for practicing cooking skills.

Zhuang Die has a lot of experience in instant noodles.From the choice of instant noodle brands, the appropriate water temperature and water volume, to the brewing time and the timing of unpacking, they are all well known, and they are fully sure that they can stimulate the best form of instant noodles.

"Very practical skill." Ling Su took it for granted, "I forget to eat instant noodles every time, and I don't know why, the noodles I bought several times didn't come with seasoning packets."

He has just studied the detailed rules of this apron, and picked out the useful key points to mark: "Instant noodles consume one to two points of mental power, and the random skills are basically in this category...Complicated dishes consume There are more mental power points, and the corresponding skills are also stronger."

Because it is the "Night Market Chef's Apron", the current selection of dishes is more biased towards street food.

Considering the upgradable logo in the remarks, maybe when Zhuang Die conquers this food street, he will have the opportunity to further improve the ability of the apron. For example, if he can make a Buddha jump over the wall, he may consume [-] energy points to summon the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men...

Ling Su changed the frying spoon out of nowhere, stuffed it into Zhuang Die's hand, and abducted the team members head-to-head: "Learn to cook with me?"

Zhuang Die was a little surprised: "Captain, can you cook?"

"Yes." Ling Su nodded, he can even contract the entire night market, "You don't need to overwhelm yourself with too many skills."

He walked to the cold noodle stand, put on his gloves, skillfully picked up the pulsating bottle and squeezed some oil on the iron plate, and sighed with nostalgia: "Before I was called back to the special incident handling team, I actually changed Lots of jobs...”

The post of late-night ghost story anchor was originally very suitable, but listeners always called and complained that the anchor's stories were too scary.After collecting fifty complaints, Ling Su had to pack up and leave the radio station regretfully.

Later he found a few more jobs, but his luck was not very good.The chain store owner who worked part-time ran away with money, changed a store and was seized again, and finally simply spent all his saved wages to rent a night market stall. After only one week, the entire street was closed due to road construction.

If it wasn't for the sudden change in the dream three months ago, he, a professional idler who no one cares about, was recruited again, maybe Ling Su would just wander into Zhuang Die's rented low-cost apartment now, going door to door and stuffing small advertisements in the cracks of the door and leaflets.

Zhuang Die was a little shocked by the bleak situation described by Ling Su. After thinking about it for a while, he generously said, "Captain, you can be my teaching assistant."

"Okay." Ling Su flipped the roasted cold noodles, half-jokingly, "You pay me?"

"I can't pay wages, but you can sleep on the floor in my room, and I will give you half of every instant noodle meal."

While planning, Zhuang Die recorded Ling Su's steps of roasting cold noodles step by step: "The hair dryer has a time limit, so we have to calculate the time for taking a shower, and we can't overtime. The sound insulation of the floor is very poor, I will buy you a pair and Soft-soled slippers of the same style as mine."

Ling Su reached for the ketchup, and there was a half-ridiculous, half-self-deprecating smile on his face, but now his gaze became quiet and gentle unconsciously.

He listened to Zhuang Die's plan without saying a word, and nodded seriously: "It sounds really good."

Zhuang Die tidied it up by himself, a little discouraged, and pulled the little curly hair on his head: "It seems that it's not as good as it is now. In that case, we won't have any prizes to draw."

Ling Su couldn't help laughing.

He finished the last series of steps neatly, took a small paper bowl, put the baked cold noodles in it, put no coriander and green onion, inserted a bamboo stick and handed it to Zhuang Die: "It makes sense...we can still Draw a lottery, and you can also eat grilled cold noodles."

Ling Su did not exaggerate in this matter, his craftsmanship is indeed very good.

Even if it's just an unremarkable snack at the night market, it's cooked just right.The wrapped egg liquid is golden and burnt, and the inside is flexible and chewy. The fried ham is rolled and split, and the bright red tomato sauce soup is embellished just right.

Zhuang Die has been ambushed by the night market all year round, has eaten at roadside stalls, and rarely encountered such appetizing roasted cold noodles, his eyes lit up: "Captain, if you live on the street, I will definitely invest in your roasted cold noodle stall. "

When making the plan just now, Zhuang Die didn't include all his previous belongings - he actually still had a little savings, which he originally planned to save up to buy the sleeping cabin, but the roasted cold noodles made by Ling Su are really delicious .

Zhuang Die had every reason to suspect that if he hadn't come to the special incident handling team and Ling Su hadn't distributed leaflets, one day he would have been attracted by the scent to explore all the way, and finally stopped in front of Ling Su's cold noodle stall.

"Why do I have to live on the street..." Ling Su didn't hold back, he lowered his head and chuckled, "I live in the office because it's convenient, and I have my own place to live."

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his temperament shaping plan, which would always make people around him have inexplicable associations.

Vice-captain Song always believed that it would be fine for him to be homeless, but now even the little curly hair showed signs of being infected, so it was necessary to correct it.

Ling Su took off his gloves, and put his hands on Zhuang Die's shoulders: "My house can accommodate two people, and there is no need to make a floor."

Zhuang Die didn't quite know what this had to do with him, so he was startled and nodded.

"You can use the hair dryer as you like, and you can take a shower whenever you want. The sound insulation is very good, and there are a full set of Pokemon series slippers..." Ling Su counted down with his fingers in a breath.

Zhuang Die is already very satisfied with the current dormitory conditions, but he couldn't help being shaken when he heard the last item: "How much is the rent?"

This time it was Ling Su's turn to be startled: "Huh?"

"My reward points haven't been used yet, but I'm going to buy a cloud-sensing smart all-inclusive luxury sleeping cabin... I heard that it can make people sleep as long as they want, and there is also a dreamless mode."

Zhuang Die was a little curious: "Captain, is there a way to use instruments to intervene to stop people from dreaming?"

"No." Ling Su thought for a while, "Theoretically, as long as the length of one sleep is enough to enter the REM period, our brains will dream—but we can use some special means to make the parties forget that they once woke up. Had a dream."

Many people think that they never dream and feel "dreamless" when they sleep well. In fact, most of them are like this.

The superficial consciousness has been fully rested, and all the subconscious activities in the dream have been calmly handled, so that people completely forget everything in the dream after waking up, just like sleeping all night unconsciously.

Zhuang Die's expectations for the sleeping cabin were weakened by more than half, and he sighed with regret: "Oh."

Ling Su suddenly brought back the topic: "However, the rent of my house is very cheap. If you don't plan to live in a dormitory in the future, you can give it a priority."

Zhuang Die stuck a bamboo stick into the grilled cold noodles, blew on the hot air, stuffed them into his mouth in small bites, and nodded.

When he was eating, he always seemed to be devoid of distractions, squatting in a small ball and chewing intently, it seemed that even if he took it home directly, it would not take up much space.

Ling Su stopped his strange association, shook his head and laughed, and watched Zhuang Die eat up the cold noodles: "Come back to the office with me? Let's be lazy for a while, and we'll talk about it later." Report."

This time, the direct subordinates will participate in the task, and the headquarters will give priority to confirming the report submitted by D2, and he can delay a little bit for this one.

Ling Su stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhuang Die's little curly hair: "This time I stayed in the sleeping cabin for a long time, just to get some air."

Zhuang Die originally planned to go back to the private dreamland first, but after hearing this, he thought about it and changed his mind: "Okay."

His situation is special, and he can't fall asleep without doing tasks.So even if the consciousness has been dreaming, as long as the body can get a certain degree of rest, it is already much better than before.

But Ling Su was different.

Ling Su and him double queued for the last task, and have been writing the report since they came back. Halfway through writing, they received an urgent notification and entered the next dream. They really needed to return to reality and take a good rest.

"Captain, go back to the office to catch up on sleep." Zhuang Die stood up, with a strong sense of responsibility, "I'll watch out for you at the door."

Ling Su bumped his fists with him solemnly: "Deal."

After discussing the plan of laziness, the two of them operated and exited the dreamland respectively.

In order to prevent the deputy captain or other team members from having unnecessary cognitive shock due to the scene in front of them when they come to the meeting room.Before quitting, Ling Su made a rare use of his authority and left a must-read public newsletter, explaining the new team style and team appearance construction plan in [-] words.

……

Zhuang Die came out of the sleeping cabin, met Ling Su again, and returned to Ling Su's captain's office.

The office conditions in reality are much better than Ling Su's in Dreamland.

The blackout curtains are tightly drawn, and only one desk lamp is turned on in the room. It can still be seen that the small space is arranged very comfortably.

The thick velvet carpet could not hear the slightest footsteps, two pots of thriving green plants were stuffed in the corner, and a CD player with a rather retro taste was placed beside it.

The bookshelves that occupy an entire wall are full of books, all of which are original books whose names can make people faint.On the desk next to it, the computer screen was dimly lit, and there were a few cigarette butts lying in the ashtray, and there was a half-extinguished cigarette beside it.

Ling Su strode over, quickly cleared the ashtray, and turned on the fresh air system.

He was playing games on his office computer when Zhuang Die, who was trapped until he was on the verge of losing consciousness, knocked on the door.After that, he directly led the insomniac new team members to find Lao Song, who was also sleepless, to do the task. He was careless and forgot to deal with the scene.

Zhuang Die's suitcase was still in the office, Zhuang Die moved the small bench to watch the wind dutifully, dragged the suitcase along the way, and blocked the door tightly.

Ling Su coughed lightly.

He felt that in order to fool Little Curly, he seemed to describe the situation a little too seriously along the way: "Actually, Lao Song would not break in suddenly, nor would he take me away to work, nor would he kill me just because I was lazy. I blasted out and wandered the streets..."

Zhuang Die's thinking was far-reaching, and he sat down with the book Ling Su casually threw aside: "Be prepared."

Ling Su touched the tip of his nose, and apologized to the innocent deputy captain in his heart.

He walked over with the desk lamp, helped Zhuang Die arrange a simple book corner, picked out a disc and put it into the CD player, turned on the switch, and sat back at the desk.

In the timeline when the sleeping cabins already have the function of simulating no dreams, this kind of machine that is so old that it is difficult to find it in the flea market seems a bit inconsistent.

However, Ling Su seemed to like this machine very much. He bought a lot of non-destructive vinyl discs on purpose, and even replaced the walls with mixing materials at his own expense.

Zhuang Die put the book on the suitcase, and went to Ling Su's bookshelf to find an English dictionary.

This is a very obscure original psychology monograph. Although it is in English, it creates the illusion of using another language through a large number of difficult vocabulary and complex grammar.

Zhuang Die was leaning against the wall, looking up words while reading a book, listening to the low-pitched singing slowly flowing from the CD player.

It was a language and tune he had never heard before, and it sounded surprisingly good.It's so soft that people can't care about it at all, but they are wrapped in the floating tune unconsciously, and the mind can't help but relax slowly.

Zhuang Di turned over a page of the dictionary, and the paper made a crisp sound.

He couldn't help but look at the books on the entire bookshelf again, everything here made him feel very comfortable - light, carpet, CD player, Ling Su sitting at the table...

Zhuang Die wanted to discuss with the captain, whether he could come here often to help keep watch when there is no task in the future.

He planned to add this matter to his plan, and was about to take out the recording to take notes, when he suddenly realized that Ling Su himself was actually here, and he was not alone in his rented room.

Zhuang Die found that he needs to use a voice recorder a lot less recently.

He remembered Ling Su, because short-term memory is basically related to Ling Su, so he remembered a lot of things, and he could remember them without a recorder...

Zhuang Die shook his head twice, focusing on the pages in front of him.

For some reason, those English letters were running around in front of his eyes, and the long-lost tiredness climbed up his eyelids and fell heavily.

A hand wrapped around his unknowingly shaking shoulders.

Zhuang Die could barely make out the figure: "Captain..."

Ling Su knelt down halfway, raised his hand to wrap around the back of Zhuang Die's head, and rubbed it gently twice: "It's normal, I think I'm sleepy too."

Ling Su asked for his opinion: "There is a bed in the back room, go lie down for a while?"

Zhuang Die finally breathed a sigh of relief, he grabbed Ling Su's sleeve, shook his head against the material of the shirt on the other's shoulder, and closed his eyes.

Ling Su didn't speak again, and didn't move again.

He took Zhuang Die into his arms, and plucked his hair lightly.Fingertips passed through the small wool roll, kneading it one after another, firmly holding the sinking head.

"Aren't you going to do the task?" Zhuang Die moved in his arms, his nasal voice was a little more vague than usual, "Everyone wants to dream, and I will do it in a while."

The reasons given by Ling Su are very convincing.

The book just now also said that as long as you enter the REM period, the activity of brain neurons will be the same as when you are awake, and the brain waves will be desynchronized quickly and at low voltage.

Zhuang Die is actually very suspicious. The reason why he has not overcome insomnia is that he did not expect to use this kind of book as a bedtime reading...

Ling Su coughed very lightly, then lowered his head and chuckled.

His smile was very gentle, and he shook his head against Zhuang Die's curly hair: "I won't do the task this time, little curly hair."

"We don't do missions in this dream." Ling Su said softly, "If you must dream something, just come to me in the dream."