don't open your eyes [unlimited]

10 minute later.

Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief, groped along the wall a few times, and turned on the light in the bathroom.

Chasing and beating up "people" with slippers was exhausting, so he put away the temporarily unusable chainsaw in the middle, and focused on using a prop instead.

Under the premise of maximizing the conservation of mental energy, Zhuang Die was still panting unavoidably, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

——However, this action seems to be fruitful.

At least so far, in Room 527, Zhuang Die has completely lost the presence of any "roommate".

The bathroom was empty, and the toilet looked very peaceful.

Zhuang Die didn't relax his vigilance casually, he closed the toilet lid and pressed the flush button for a few minutes without stopping, and only when he heard the sound of the water going down was smooth enough, he left the bathroom with confidence.

The function of the night light is to shine in the dark. When a new light source lights up in the room, the light bulb of the night light returns to the extinguished state.

Zhuang Die turned on the elf ball and was about to walk over when he heard a knock on the door.

Compared with the roommate just now, the knocking on the door seemed very regular and quiet, and even had a sense of oppression like checking the bed: "Room 527?"

Zhuang Die stopped.

The other party didn't seem to care whether anyone responded, and continued on his own: "I am the manager of the hotel. I just received complaints from other residents. What happened to you?"

Zhuang Die pondered for a moment, then looked towards the bathroom.

He had just accidentally flushed his roommate down the toilet.

...Even if you don't know the rules of dreams, you can't say such things.

It is temporarily impossible to judge what kind of results the different answers will trigger. Zhuang Die didn't speak, but controlled his strength, raised his hand and knocked on the door slowly twice.

The administrator outside the door didn't seem surprised, and took this behavior as an answer: "Got it, the bench at the door is yours?"

Zhuang Die knocked on the door again.

"Put it away as soon as possible, no debris is allowed in the corridor." The administrator reminded, "Don't accumulate fifty complaints, or you will know."

There was the sound of papers being flipped outside the door. It seemed that the administrator was counting: "Eleven, twelve...Counting this time, you have already had twelve complaints in this room."

Zhuang Die: "..."

Theoretically speaking, Zhuang Die could actually open the door and go out at this time, explaining that he just moved in, and he is not clear about the complaint record of his former roommate when he lived here.

But doing so also created a new problem: There was no way he could get his former roommate to prove it.

If the other party perceives that something is wrong and insists on asking the roommate whereabouts... a series of chain reactions that may follow will only make things more and more troublesome, and may even trigger some extreme scenarios.

Outside the door, the administrator gave a routine reminder. Seeing that Zhuang Di remained silent, he put away the form and turned to leave.

……

Zhuang Die waited patiently for a while, and after confirming that there was no one outside the door, he opened the door a little, and quickly put his small bench back.

Zhuang Die walked to the bed, picked up the night light and wiped it carefully, put the poke ball back into the backpack and said, "Let's sort out the situation..."

He also turned on the ceiling light in the room and looked around: "It can be basically confirmed that what happened just now was not a hallucination produced by my extreme fear."

If a further dialogue had been triggered just now and the administrator had come in, the cumulative number of complaints Zhuang Die had received would likely become thirteen.

The interior looked as if it had just been ransacked by a tornado.

The bed and desk were knocked crooked, a small piece of carpet was completely overturned, and the wooden box containing the remote control of the TV and air conditioner fell to the ground, pressing the folded bed banner.

With the strength of Zhuang Die alone, it is obviously impossible to turn a good room into a crime scene in such a short period of time.

Zhuang Die found the memories of the cheap apartment he rented, and made a few necessities of life according to the memory, put them on the desk one by one, and changed into the familiar and light soft-soled slippers.

Those disposable toiletries were originally outside the door, and they were dragged in with Zhuang Die when the roommate opened the door, but now they are scattered in the corner of the room one by one.

Zhuang Die checked one by one, confirmed that the disposable plastic seals were not damaged, picked them up one by one with the small wooden box and packed them.

He didn't mind wearing the slippers provided by the hotel—mainly because the pair of disposable slippers had performed beyond their standard in the bathroom chase and contributed all their value.

By the time Zhuang Die regained his composure, only the wreckage of half a slipper was left in his hand.

The current situation is not very optimistic. Zhuang Die has not yet successfully reunited with the captain. Although the roommate who was about to live together has left temporarily, it may not be that he will not encounter new dangers.

Considering that such powerful props might be needed, Zhuang Die prepared for a rainy day and temporarily buried the half slipper on the toilet tank.

"The hotel needs me to deliver these toiletries to my roommates, and two more legs by the way."

Zhuang Die stepped on his slippers, tidied up the room, and organized his thoughts into the recorder: "The reason why I didn't ask for my name and contact information, and I don't need to show my ID is because I probably didn't bring..."

He stopped, touched the pocket of his pajama pants, and reconfirmed: "I just didn't bring it."

In essence, Zhuang Die is a very rule-abiding person.

For example, you need to change your slippers when you enter the room, remember to flush the toilet after using it, and clean up the room if it is messy.

For example, if you accidentally go to the wrong place with a flyer, but you have participated in the interview assessment, Zhuang Die will choose to join the job according to the regulations and will not think of other options.

For another example, Zhuang Die read and recited the latest official notice in detail, and clearly remembered every detail, and resolutely never revealed his real name, home address, contact information, ID number, and other information to anyone in his dream. kind of password...

"The notice was formulated with the participation of the captain." Zhuang Die's thinking was very clear, "There must be a reason for such formulation, and I just need to follow it."

He took a deep breath and pushed the bed back a little bit with all his strength: "This bed is made of solid wood and very heavy, which shows that my former roommate is very strong... It also shows that the hotel attaches great importance to the guest's experience."

Zhuang Die pushed the two beds back to their original positions, straightened up, and flicked his wrists lightly.

In addition to the administrator who appeared outside the door just now, he still had an impression of what the person at the counter said.

After checking in, the other party added a reminder "For the best check-in experience, please keep quiet after twelve o'clock".

Zhuang Die is actually no stranger to this kind of reminder - in the apartment he rented before, there were exactly the same reminders on the walls of the public washroom and the corridor.The hair dryer will be turned off immediately at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, and there will be no tolerance because the water on the hair of the residents can flood the sink.

It's just that, combined with the overall environment of this hotel and the slightly weird encounters so far, this reminder also inexplicably carries a certain kind of coolness that makes people can't help but think about it...

"It's irrational to scare yourself when nothing is actually happening."

Zhuang Die stopped for a while, and he opened a strawberry-flavored lollipop, and briefly rewarded himself: "This hotel should not only have these few rules, but there are more than a dozen rules in my original apartment."

The more objective the living environment is limited, the more rules need to be followed.

The sound insulation problem that plagues reality and dreams at the same time is an example.

If it is a high-standard luxury hotel, there will be no problem even dancing square dances on thick carpets.But the hotel he lives in now requires the residents to be as quiet as possible.

But just keeping quiet is still not enough.

When Zhuang Die went upstairs, he heard the sound of water in the room adjacent to the stairwell.

Considering the overall structure of the hotel, the sound is already so loud just next to the stairwell, and the noise heard next door and upstairs and downstairs will only be more harsh.

Zhuang Die thought about this step, and suddenly came up with a thought: "Then I was in the bathroom just now, and the sound of chatting with my roommate..."

Because he was too scared at the time, Zhuang Die actually didn't notice the volume problem at all. Looking back now, he probably caused a considerable amount of disturbance to the neighbors and upstairs and downstairs.

No wonder other residents complain about themselves.

Zhuang Die opened the notebook, turned over a page and wrote down: "Learn your lesson, try to be quiet next time."

In the previous dreamland, there was no need to consider the situation of angering the dream master and being thrown out directly.

The task of the special incident handling team is to help oneself and other people trapped in the dream to escape from the dream realm—if the dream owner cannot bear a certain behavior in the dream, it is the safest and quickest way to force everyone out in one breath. processing method.

But the circumstances of this dream were very peculiar.

Although the reason is unknown, Zhuang Die has every reason to suspect that once he forcibly leaves or is kicked out of the hotel in his dream, his consciousness will no longer be complete, if not collapsed.

But for those who leave the dream like this, it is even difficult for them to notice this on their own.

"The deputy captain said that two groups of players have already dealt with this dream."

Zhuang Die's pen tip tapped the notebook lightly: "It's still not sure whether the forced withdrawal mechanism of 'Cocoon' can surpass the rules of this dream. If not, it is very likely that some part of them was left here."

In this way, the most important thing in this dream now becomes "trying to stay in the hotel".

The reminder given by the administrator just now is already obvious. Once the room receives fifty complaints, a certain consequence will be triggered-there is a [-]% probability of this consequence being to pack up and leave.

Only by not violating the rules and staying in the hotel temporarily, can we continue to explore and solve puzzles, and find a real way to solve this dream.

"There are two things to do next."

Zhuang Die completely cleared his mind: "The first thing is to find more hidden rules of this hotel. The second thing is to find the captain."

Zhuang Die sat on the bed with a lollipop in his mouth, shaking his legs once and for all.

He looked at the handwriting on the notebook, thought about it for a while, and then crossed out "one" and "two" in the plan, and rewrote them in a different position.

"Find the captain..." Zhuang Die muttered in a low voice, and jumped off the bed stepping on his slippers, "I need to adjust the angle."

Zhuang Die squatted down, lowered his body as much as he could, and looked under the bed.

I don't know if it's because of paying special attention to complaints. Under the circumstances of extremely limited objective conditions, this hotel has still tried its best to ensure the occupancy experience of residents.

Although there were some incidents when entering the door, it can still be seen that the room was cleaned exceptionally clean, even the corners under the bed were spotless.

"Not under this bed." Zhuang Die recorded with a tape recorder, then turned his body to change the direction, "Nor under the other bed."

He stood up, pulled the bed board with all his strength, exhaled loudly, and lifted the heavy wooden board: "Not in the bed..."

Considering the possible noise, Zhuang Die tried his best to control his movements and put the bed back slowly: "The weight of the two beds is basically the same, that is to say, the other bed is also empty inside."

Even though he said that, he still repeated the process without giving up, and took a look at the other bed, but he found nothing.

Zhuang Die squatted under the table: "It was not used as a table foot."

"It won't be in the bathroom." Zhuang Die turned around, "I made such a big noise, if the captain is here, he will definitely jump out to help me."

With Ling Su's skill, it is almost impossible to be controlled.

If the other party is indeed nearby but does not appear in time, the only possibility is that he is trapped in a space that cannot be opened by himself like the previous haunted house.

Zhuang Die even opened every drawer to have a look, and on the premise that it would not affect the residents on the fourth floor, he tapped every floor lightly.

No floor is empty underneath.

Ling Su was not stuffed into a drawer, nor was he buried under the wooden floor.

……

Zhuang Die has exhausted his imagination.

After spending an hour searching the entire room, he finally confirmed one thing: "The captain may indeed not be near me, and the two of us have been separated."

Zhuang Die got out from under the bed, sighed, and the little curly hair on the top of his head drooped a little.

He opened the notebook, and flipped to the page with the next plan, and changed the order of "one" and "two" back.

"I'm alone, so I have to protect myself."

Zhuang Die sat on the chainsaw for a few minutes, made up his mind, and stood up holding the Hell Lava baseball bat: "We can only explore the hidden rules of this hotel first."