don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the bathroom, a black shadow quickly slipped into the depths of the shadows.

Zhuang Die stood in front of the sink, wiped off the red paint on the mirror for the second time, and lowered his head to confirm the time: "Considering the conversion with reality, it should be exactly four o'clock... this is a special time."

He subconsciously wanted to record it with a recording, thinking that it was a dream, or he opened the cap on the other end and wrote a line on the cuff.

When the cat-head wall clock suddenly struck the time, Zhuang Die was trying to change the shape of his new watch, and when he looked up, he returned to the bathroom.

"I didn't move, and I didn't pick up anything to eat, because the possibility of a certain behavior triggering the teleportation is unlikely."

Zhuang Die put away the recording pen, returned to the mirror, and carefully observed the boy version of himself in the mirror who was wearing a soiled school uniform and covered with bruises: "The injury this time has changed from before. Is there any special meaning?"

Zhuang Die pondered, stretched out his hand and tried to touch the mirror.

The touch of the fingertips was hard and cool, there was no special chill, and there was no sudden pull in by the "he" in the mirror.Compared with ordinary mirrors, there is actually no obvious difference.

The only thing that is special, perhaps, is the wounds and bruises in the mirror. Zhuang Die can also feel obvious pain, as if they are all real.

"Is there a hypothesis that this mirror can actually awaken people's sleeping memories. I was actually bullied and locked in a toilet cubicle when I was a child, but the inner self-protection mechanism made me forget these painful experiences. Thought my student days were very happy..."

Holding the chainsaw, Zhuang Die checked his memory carefully and ruled out this possibility: "Probably not, I have always been a very humble ordinary student, and I have no similar psychological shadow. After graduation, I was assigned to work as a Kindergarten teaching assistant."

According to Zhuang Die's lagging understanding of social news, with the continuous development of the field of psychology, by 2052, many occupations have introduced complex personality model measurement mechanisms.For far-reaching professions such as teachers and doctors, only when the psychological measurement results meet the standards can they enter the job smoothly.

Zhuang Die washed the rag and dried it back, turned off the tap, walked to the door of the bathroom, and looked into the corridor.

Excluding this possibility, the possibility that this memory belongs to the dream itself is greatly increased.Combined with Ling Su's analysis, part of the source of the strong depression, anxiety and tearing reflected in the dream was also found.

But the information currently known is still extremely limited, and it is not enough for Zhuang Die to figure out why he returned to the bathroom again, nor can he explain the cause of these terrifying monsters.

"I am a middle school student who is often bullied. Every day, I have different injuries on my face, and my school uniform is often deliberately soiled... At this time, I urgently need to find a relatively safe place."

Zhuang Die looked in the mirror, the boy in it was hiding behind his face, his thin and thin body shrunk in the dirty school uniform.

Zhuang Die tried to enter into the thinking of this dream: "Four o'clock is a special node, why?"

"Wall clocks can't tell the difference between morning and afternoon, but assuming it's four in the morning, only boarding students will be in school. The layout of that bedroom doesn't look like a student dormitory."

"If it's four o'clock in the afternoon... middle school students should not have dinner so early. It may be the big break in the afternoon, or free time."

"For me, that's when the nightmare started."

"At this time, something terrible will happen. I will find a place to hide, a place where no one else will find me."

"I'm very scared. There are shadows of those people everywhere. I can't be caught. If I get caught, I will be beaten. I can only run as fast as I can, trying to hide myself so that they can't find me..."

Zhuang Die turned his head and looked at the toilet cubicle hidden deep in the bathroom: "...I see."

He probably guessed the reason for his sudden return here.

……

On the other side, Ling Su dragged Song Huaimin back to the corridor, and closed the bedroom door forcefully.

In just a dozen seconds, the monster made of flesh and blood had rapidly multiplied and grown, occupying most of the bedroom, and the cat-headed wall clock and the iron frame bed were also swallowed up.

Song Huaimin was almost slapped on the face by the forcefully closed door: "Just lock it, don't need so much effort!"

Ling Su let go of his hand and rushed to the other end of the corridor first: "I'm a little scared of such a terrifying monster."

Song Huaimin looked at his unwavering face, swallowed back his words, and strode up to follow: "Then you are still wasting time in there? What are you doing under the bed, do you have something?"

"No." Ling Su shook his head, "Just in case, I'm afraid Xiao Zhuang will be there."

Song Huaimin: "..."

He still hasn't figured out why Ling Su had to keep Zhuang Die, so he could only try his best to keep up with Ling Su's speed, took out his gun and held it in his hand: "The simulation in our group is also like this, one of the bedrooms was suddenly destroyed The monster swallowed, and then the monster started chasing us..."

"It's a cyclical dream. It's linked from beginning to end. As long as it's not completely resolved, it will continue to develop in the same cycle." Ling Su nodded, "The people in the dream will be trapped, probably because of this."

Ling Su rushed into the nearest bathroom, searched inside and out as fast as he could, and then ran towards the stairs: "Four o'clock in the afternoon is a critical time."

Song Huaimin followed quickly, and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know it's afternoon, what if it's early morning?"

"Most of the time, the explicit presence of the bedroom rather than other rooms in the dream suggests that subconscious needs for rest and safety are not being fully met."

Ling Su ran to the end of the stairs and turned to the bathroom on this floor: "And we were in that bedroom, and the bed was tidy, which means that even in a dream, this is not a regular rest time."

Ling Su checked the toilet cubicles one by one: "It is not affected by the mutation of the apartment and the REM period, which means that this time node is very clear. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the average adult's off work time will not be so stuck. Is this time for the night shift? Or is it a student..."

He was still muttering, when Song Huaimin caught a glimpse of the bathroom outside, his expression suddenly changed: "Ling Su!"

The speed of that group of monsters was much faster than in the simulation, and at some point, they also came to this floor.

Several water pipes in the bathroom had already been entangled by tentacles, and they were torn off with force, and the light pipes began to flicker irregularly.

It seems to have swallowed many rooms, its huge and bloated body is squeezing the tiles on the wall, and green juice is constantly dripping out along the cracks in the walls and the ground.

They're stuck inside!

Song Huaimin clenched the gun in his hand: "What should we do now?!"

"Calm down, take a gamble." Ling Su avoided the green liquid overflowing into the room, "Go to the toilet first."

Song Huaimin: "Huh?"

"Remember to lock it." Ling Su opened the door of one of the toilet cubicles, stuffed Song Huaimin in, and stepped into the other one by himself.

The monster seemed to be looking for something, and it swallowed the entire bathroom. The light tubes outside had been completely extinguished, leaving only a few dim sensor lights on the ceiling of the toilet that were flickering.

The wriggling tentacles could already be seen through the crack of the door of the compartment. Song Huaimin's heart was already in his throat, and he held his breath and moved the latch into the socket bit by bit.

On the other side, Ling Su was even concentrating on going to the toilet, and the sound of flushing water kept coming from the cubicle next to him.

To Song Huaimin's surprise, through a thin toilet door, when he heard the movement inside, the group of monsters did not take the next step immediately, but stayed outside the door for the time being.

After an unknown amount of time, someone tapped lightly on the partition on the other side twice: "Old Song, do you have any cigarettes?"

"..." Song Huaimin lowered his voice: "Zhuang Die! Why are you here... Why are you barking like Ling Su?!"

Zhuang Die squatted on the other side, and honestly changed his words: "Vice-captain."

Song Huaimin sighed heavily, suppressing the questions that had accumulated in his stomach.

He was sent by the superior to cooperate with the task after retirement, and he was good at catching prisoners, but he had no experience in dealing with many situations at this time.

Ling Su has a professional background in psychology and is familiar with all kinds of ghost and horror stories.Although Zhuang Die looked a little dangerous and his origin was unknown, now was definitely not the time to question him.

Song Huaimin is an old smoker, and it is not difficult to make cigarettes and lighters.He hasn't smoked in the toilet with anyone for some years. He took out a pack of cigarettes, put them together with the lighter, and passed them from under the partition in a somewhat unfamiliar manner: "Is it enough?"

Zhuang Die took it with both hands: "Yeah."

Song Huaimin felt a pain in his head, pressed his temples, and moved lightly back to the small crack of the door panel.

For some reason, the group of monsters didn't rush in immediately, but they didn't leave just then, still patrolling the bathroom outside.

……

The lighter clicked.

After a few seconds, Zhuang Die opened the door of his compartment.

Song Huaimin didn't expect that he would dare to go out like that, and quickly put all his energy into paying attention to the movement outside, ready to hit the door and go out to save people at any time, but when he looked closely, he suddenly froze.

Because of the angle, Song Huaimin could only look at Zhuang Die's situation through the mirror.

Under the dim light, Zhuang Die in the mirror looks younger than he is now. Under the school uniform, his figure is thin and thin, his skin is a little pale, and his eyes are covered by half-length hair.

It hardly looked like Zhuang Die, it was more like a student who was driven to nowhere by unprovoked malice, gradually swallowed by despair in a nightmare.

In an instant, several cases he had handled flashed through Song Huaimin's mind.

Zhuang Die leaned against the door of compartment No. [-].

His posture is relaxed, even somewhat laid-back.With a cigarette between his pale fingers, he tilted his head slightly and squinted his eyes, looking at the monster.

"It said there was someone inside."

His voice was light and ethereal: "Can't hear, are you deaf?"