don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The vice-captain who had finished taking the eyedrops ran over and brought Zhuang Die over from his personal dream realm.

When Zhuang Die entered, Ling Su finally exhausted his inspiration and choked out the last word of the report.

"It's done." Ling Su hit Enter heavily, quickly operated the mouse, and chose to save and upload, "Have you drawn the skill?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "I haven't tried it yet."

The sudden darkness that fell just now can only be regarded as a cutscene effect when the skill is bound, and the "use count" in the background is still displayed as zero.

Zhuang Die originally planned to try the skill once, but found that the skill was limited to the number of people, and it could only be triggered when there were more than three people in the space, so he had to give up this idea for the time being.

"This time it's a multiplayer dreamland, so I can just find a chance to practice my skills."

Ling Su looked at the time and got up from behind the desk: "Old Song, do you still want to go together?"

Song Huaimin waved his hand and said, "I haven't recovered from the last dream, you two go...be careful."

In fact, Song Huaimin's mental strength assessment was considered pretty good among ordinary people, so he was assigned to be Ling Su's assistant.

But even so, it was still difficult for him to bear entering several different dreams in a short period of time.

Not only is it difficult to quickly replenish the consumed mental power, but more importantly, every time you enter someone else's dream, it is actually a collision and fusion of cognition at the subconscious level, leaving more or less invisible effects.

If it wasn't for Zhuang Die's physical reasons, he would have to rely on this method to ensure the basic sleep duration, and Song Huaimin also disagreed with Ling Su taking him to do tasks with this frequency.

"This is a tricky dreamland. Not only us, but others are also responsible for handling it."

Song Huaimin added: "The few people who were forced to quit by 'cocoon' have completely forgotten what happened in their dreams. But according to the monitoring, their brain wave activity is very intense, and they should have been stimulated by some kind... Do you remember Take good care of Zhuang Die."

"You two try to stay together, don't spread out, and take care of each other."

Although they didn't go with them together, Song Huaimin still couldn't help worrying, and told Ling Su: "If you two want to bully others together, you'd better leave them alone, and don't offend them to death..."

He was still nagging, but Ling Su, who learned that the vice-captain was not going with him, had quickly exchanged glances with Zhuang Die, and made preparations knowingly.

Ling Su opened the backstage without any trace, and activated the skill that can be used to start a flame at any time, while Zhuang Die opened the backpack and stuffed more than a dozen flavors of instant noodles into it in one go.

Song Huaimin: "..."

He looked at these two guys who seemed to be going on a spring outing, and his blood pressure started to rise again: "Did you hear that!"

Ling Su quickly took cover and asked Zhuang Die to hide his backpack: "I heard you."

He nodded and promised: "I am with Xiaozhuang, we will not be separated."

"Did you hear this sentence?" Song Huaimin felt his brain throbbing again and began to hurt, "You two—"

The vice-captain, who was gradually treating worry as fate, pressed his temples, and almost began to consider whether to work overtime and follow him. The watch Ling Su was wearing also sounded a reminder that he was about to enter the dreamland.

Taskers who often serve as team leaders, because they have relatively higher authority and obtain more information, frequently open the background to check during the task, and it is unavoidable to avoid trouble. They usually integrate the "cocoon" function into a certain carry-on equipment.

Some people will make it into an arm-mounted optical brain, and some people are used to making it into an all-in-one glasses that look like a super agent.

Ling Su belongs to the very few stubborn nostalgics, and he has integrated most of the functions into his steampunk mechanical watch.

Because this mechanical watch, which is nothing but cool, does not have any projection function, so in the last dream where you needed to check the location of the target, send and receive messages on the public frequency, etc., Ling Su, the captain of the special event handling team, still needs to be simple. Only when the background is opened can it be operated.

——Of course, another reason for this situation is that Ling Su has not picked up any high-tech projection equipment that can be carried with him from the beginning until now...

"It's time." Ling Su tapped his watch, "Old Song, keep in touch."

Song Huaimin actually didn't want to keep in touch, but he knew the seriousness after all. After taking two deep breaths, his reason overcame his emotion again: "Got it."

He took two steps back, and said tirelessly, "Be careful and be safe."

Ling Su nodded, and put his arms around Zhuang Die's shoulders.

In the next second, their consciousness was suddenly pulled into an unknowable deep vortex.

……

"welcome."

Zhuang Die opened his eyes and looked around.

This time, he and Ling Su seemed to be teleported separately again.There was no one around Zhuang Die, he was standing alone at the front desk of a hotel.

There was a drizzle falling outside the door, and the sky was gloomy.

The cold wind hovered over the entire space on the first floor, and drifted into every corner wrapped in water vapor.

The edges of the wooden counter had been polished to a smooth surface, and the stone slabs laid on the ground already had several uneven grooves.

The steps under the eaves were wet by the rain, showing a darker background color than usual, with lush moss, and a few green grass blades drilled out of the gaps.

There is a bamboo cage on the counter.

Inside the birdcage is a bald parrot. The remaining dozens of feathers are randomly distributed in a very hip-hop rock style. With the addition of color schemes, the whole bird has a little more rap style: "Welcome, welcome, come and visit .”

The tone is the same as what Zhuang Die heard just now. It seems that the sound Zhuang Die heard was made by it at the moment the import was successful.

However, when Zhuang Die noticed it and looked over, for some reason, the parrot suddenly stuttered without warning, as if stuck.

"Hello." Someone answered at the right time behind the counter, "Do you want to check in?"

Only then did Zhuang Die notice that there were other people in this space.

He pinched the backpack strap that seemed to seep into the cold moisture, and did not answer immediately, but took a few steps back and carefully looked inside the counter.

The structure of the counter is a bit special. There are a large number of wooden squares of unknown use on all sides. Each maroon wooden box is inlaid with a brass pull ring, which can pull the inner box out of the box, and the serial number is written on it with a black paint pen. .

These squares also blocked the counter opening, leaving only a small relatively narrow external window, but the space inside was actually much wider than it looked.

It is also because of this that when Zhuang Die first entered the hotel, he could not see the people standing behind the counter at all.

He didn't get an answer, and the man didn't seem to be in a hurry, but just repeated word for word: "Would you like to check in?"

Zhuang Die thought about it, and tried to ask: "What is this place?"

The man also asked, "What is this place?"

Zhuang Die didn't seem too surprised, he took a step back calmly, and tried again: "I don't know, it's raining outside."

The man quickly repeated in exactly the same tone and tone: "I don't know, it's raining outside."

"Since this is the case, what is the point of raising an extra parrot..."

Zhuang Die read in a low voice.This time he had stood far enough away from the counter, and the volume was not controlled too high, so the people inside the counter did not repeat his words.

After ten seconds, the person inside asked again: "Would you like to check in?"

Zhuang Die didn't waste any more time, turned around and walked out.

This time, there were no clues for reasoning, and "Cocoon" did not give a mission reminder in advance, and they were completely unclear about the characteristics, goals, and exploration directions of this dreamland.

Zhuang Die decided to act on instinct.He was going to bet on the tacit understanding between himself and Ling Su, to see if the two would make the same choice in this situation...

It seemed that there was really just a repeater with a parrot in the counter. Even when Zhuang Di turned and left, he still didn't show any intention to stop him, but continued to ask the same sentence invariably.

Zhuang Die stopped on the stone steps in front of the hotel.

——Somewhat strangely, the moment he walked out of the hotel, the "exit" option that was grayed out on the panel naturally became optional.

In other words, this hotel has no space restrictions.

It is not necessary to stay in the hotel, you can come and go freely according to your subjective wishes, and as long as you leave the hotel, you can exit the dream realm at any time.

"Very reasonable." Zhuang Di reached into his pocket and squeezed the recorder, "So very unreasonable."

It is quite normal for this to happen in an ordinary dreamland—so far, the situation Zhuang Die has encountered perfectly fits the description of dreams in the employee guide: fuzzy, repetitive, strange and chaotic, and he may wake up at any time .

But if it's just like this, they don't need to deal with this dream at all.

Zhuang Die did not proceed rashly.

In fact, he vaguely felt that his body was a little strange, but because the wind stirred up the stagnant water, and the full-length mirror he just got was too big and inconvenient to carry, he couldn't find an effective way to check his condition for the time being.

"After this mission is over, I'm going to buy a small mirror...huh?"

Zhuang Die was about to write it down, and he habitually touched the notebook with his left hand, only to realize something went wrong, and looked back.

……

He cracked.

Literally, physically.

Zhuang Die found that only half of his body had stepped out of the hotel, and he was standing on the steps with one leg. The cold rain quietly seeped into half of his collar.

And the remaining half still maintained the posture of stepping out the door last.

Because Zhuang Di cautiously did not take the next step, the two parts of the body have not completely lost contact, but a translucent gap has faintly appeared in the middle.

This gap didn't make him feel any pain, but the control over the other half of his body was clearly out of joint. The idea of ​​"raising the left hand" had existed for a few seconds before the left hand slowly raised up.

Zhuang Di quickly retreated back to the hotel.

When the whole person returned to the hotel completely, his body seemed to have completely returned to normal.

Zhuang Die raised his hand and stroked his hair and collar.

The scene just now was not an illusion—although there was no abnormality in the body, but due to the continuous rain outside the hotel, although the left side remained dry, the right side was already stained with rainwater from head to toe, and there seemed to be a clear middle line in the middle. boundaries.

Half of the collar was softly attached to the neck, and the wet hair was coldly touching the fingertips.

Zhuang Die looked at the stone road outside the hotel.

The road, washed clean by the rain, stretches far out to a misty end.

"Hello." The repeater asked, "Would you like to check in?"

Zhuang Die decided not to test the tacit understanding with the captain.

He still needs his left hand. Even in a dream, he can't accept that he lost half of his hair out of thin air: "How to do it?"

This time, the person at the counter finally gave a new reply: "Congratulations, you have successfully checked into room 527."

"It's exactly the same as the early money-making routines of major communication operators."

Zhuang Die had expected it, rubbed his hair and sighed.

He felt that this scene was very familiar - as long as he accidentally said that he was "interested in understanding" a certain business on the phone, and when he went to the business office to pay the bill at the end of the month due to the skyrocketing phone bill, he would find himself inexplicably Agreed to handle a lot of acceleration package traffic package...

Even though he said that, for the sake of half of his body, Zhuang Die could only cooperate temporarily and walked to the counter.

A small wooden box has been placed on the counter.

There are two room cards with "527" written on it, two sets of disposable toiletries, two compressed towels, a pair of disposable slippers, and two free bottles of mineral water.

According to the overall style of the hotel, Zhuang Die originally thought that he would get the door key, but what he saw in front of him was more up-to-date than he imagined.

"The stairs are on the left, and the public washroom is at the end of each corridor. For the best check-in experience, please keep quiet after twelve o'clock."

The tone of the person at the counter was steady, as if he had said the same thing countless times.

He lowered his head and put the small wooden box on the counter.

A gust of wind swept in, and the sleeve that covered his hand was lifted, revealing the distinct wooden joints.

It was a hand made of wood, very delicately done.Although even the joints are completely connected by wood, even the joints do not seem to affect the movement, and the grip is still very flexible.

Zhuang Die took the small wooden box.

The window was very narrow, and his sight was blocked by those wooden grids. When he could see the figure again, the other party had already completely disappeared into the shadows.

The bald parrot stood in the bamboo cage and flapped its wings twice.

The man stepped back and returned to the counter: "Welcome."