don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The young man had a guilty conscience, and when Ling Su asked him a few words in a friendly manner, he was so frightened that he lost his mind, and told all he knew about it.

His name is Wu Li, and he works as an assistant in a well-known private psychological counseling institution. He is responsible for dealing with events related to dreams, and he was entrusted to come to this dream realm with his mentor.

The task itself was very simple. They just entered the hotel, found the person who was lost in it and brought them out, and successfully completed the commission.

The problem started two weeks later.

The entrusting party came to the door again, saying that there seemed to be something wrong with the rescued party.

When he was first rescued, the condition of the person involved was even better than expected, which made the family feel relieved and even a little surprised.

It was a boy who was about to graduate from graduate school. Not only did he not affect the reality because of being lost in the dream realm, but he worked harder and concentrated than before he got lost.Soaking in the laboratory all day, the graduation thesis that I have been unable to do for a long time has gradually begun to take shape.

At the same time, when getting along with the people around him, he also changed from the previous cramped and nervous, became generous and calm, and talked freely, and quickly became the one popular among his classmates.

But this situation only lasted for less than two weeks, and the students in the same dormitory as the subject noticed something strange.

The client became more and more resistant to sleep, and every time he fell asleep, he would wake up in a cold sweat within a short time.

If someone is around him at this time, the person concerned will grab the other person in horror and repeat incoherently that he is "trapped" and "something is wrong."

But when the people around him want to ask again, the person concerned will fall into a coma without warning, and can't wake up no matter what.

And every time the next morning, the person concerned will return to normal after waking up, and they don't know anything about what other people said, and they only think that they have slept peacefully all night.

The family thought it was a psychological shadow caused by being lost in the dream realm, so they asked for leave for the client and took him back to recuperate, but the situation became more and more serious day by day.

The client's mental state was getting more and more chaotic, he might suddenly grab the person beside him and call for help at any moment, but the next second he was as normal as a normal person, denying what he had said.

He often locks himself in the room and does not come out, just burying his head in reading those professional books, and writing papers on the computer until late at night.

But one night, the father of the client was really worried, and quietly turned on his computer while the client was asleep, only to find that the paper with tens of thousands of words was full of illogical and out-of-order words.

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Ling Su let go of the restraint, and the scalpel slipped silently into his cuff.

This young man named Wu Li has indeed received relevant training, and it doesn't look like he just came to this hotel.

Even in such a state of panic, he still tried his best to abide by the principle of keeping quiet, and his voice was always kept low.

"I... my instructor hypnotized him again, and found that the client's situation is indeed a bit strange."

Wu Li said in a low voice: "In the subconscious of normal people, there are indeed parts that have been suppressed and hidden for a long time, and this part may become independent... We are doing cognitive neuroscience, and we don't have much contact with psychoanalysis. But no one can deny that."

"I'm not humanistic, just say it directly." Ling Su interrupted, "Another self in the subconscious."

Li Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded again and again: "That's good... Wait, you are also a psychology major?"

Ling Su was curious: "It's not like it?"

Wu Li swallowed dryly. He didn't quite understand why a psychological person would use a scalpel at someone, but he didn't dare to ask. He just shook his head stiffly and said, "No, no. I just... didn't expect someone to come."

Knowing that the other party is also in the same business, Wu Li finally calmed down a little, and asked in a low voice: "You also do this business? Did other clients find it?"

Ling Su was noncommittal, and tapped his knees with his fingers: "Do you know how many people came?"

"Four or five professional dream processing agencies..." Wu Lili thought for a while, "This incident was widely spread in the circle, and later there were several parties in similar situations, and they all came to the same hotel in their dreams. "

At this point, the situation is no longer as simple as the original task entrustment.

Until now, the dream mutation has occurred, and there are still endless debates about which major is more suitable for dream processing.

There are well-known top psychological counseling institutions like theirs in the industry, there are also private detective firms, and there are even informal behavior correction centers like the one that was closed down not long ago.

Due to the different angles of entry, each major has its own strengths and weaknesses.Even within the psychology profession, it has to be subdivided into several schools of thought that do not interfere with each other all the year round, and they are not necessarily willing to admit each other's conclusions and treatment methods.

A group of professionals were forced to get together, and naturally there was a sense of rivalry.

Wu Li cautiously looked left and right: "I'll tell you a secret, I heard that the government has also sent someone here this time, and it's the special incident handling team."

Wu Li plucked up his courage. He tried to get close to these two people, and said in a low voice: "My teacher said that they are a group of laymen, try to deal with them as little as possible...Really, I don't tell them about ordinary people."

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows, turned around, and exchanged glances silently with Zhuang Die who got out of the quilt.

He didn't answer this sentence, just pondered for a while, and asked again: "Which room do you live in?"

"Room 315." Wu Li answered subconsciously, then suddenly reacted, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to listen to your corner!"

He shrank back and explained in a low voice: "My teacher has been missing for three days. I have been looking for him, and I can occasionally hear conversations in other rooms in that corner, so I just want to try my luck..."

Wu Li waited in the room alone for a day, thinking that the mentor had escaped from the dream realm for something, so he was going to leave the hotel first, return to reality and wake up.

But this time, he found that he couldn't get out no matter what.

For some reason, the communication channel to the outside world has been completely closed. Wu Li couldn't contact anyone, so he had to go back to room 315 again, hoping that people outside would notice the abnormality as soon as possible and come to rescue him.

He didn't dare to go out and run around, and he didn't have the guts to investigate alone.While lying on the bed tossing and turning, I finally found that the corner of the wall blocked by the bed seemed a bit weird, and I could hear the voices of other rooms after twelve o'clock.

Overhearing the third time, he accidentally took a breath, and Ling Su grabbed his collar and came to this room.

This time, Wu Li really gave up everything he knew. He hugged his head and sat down on the ground dejectedly: "I don't know why the people outside are moving so slowly... The speed of this dream and reality is so fast. One to one, they should come to save me."

He has been trapped here alone for three whole days, and the body feeling here is extremely real, except that he will not get sleepy, the rest is exactly the same as in reality.

Trapped in the room, Wu Li could only pass the time by reading the summary information of those parties over and over again.

The more he watched, the angrier he became, and he wrote more than a dozen resignation reports overnight, making up his mind to write them all silently as soon as he went out, and photographed them all on the desk of his tutor...

Ling Su sat on the bed, had just discussed with Zhuang Die in a low voice, then turned around to interrupt his complaint: "Did you bring it with you?"

"Ah?" Wu Li subconsciously took out the dozen or so resignation reports, and realized after seeing Ling Su's face, and quickly changed to the information of the person concerned, "I have brought them, but they are all from my teacher..."

As soon as Ling Su took it, he suddenly noticed that the plain and transparent book cover with a few documents sandwiched in it showed Zhuang Die unobtrusively.

Zhuang Die took it, took out the Residents' Notice with the book cover that he got, and put the two things side by side.

While the plastic spine clips come in different colors, the thickness, feel, and transparency of the covers are all the same, looking a lot like a person's inherent style.

"This is my teacher's stuff! Why are you here?"

Wu Li's eyes widened, he finally saw the clue about the tutor, and walked over quickly: "It's not wrong, my teacher has been here before."

Everyone will have their own specific habits and styles, which are especially evident in dreams, and often appear in every detail along with conscious creations.

In order to facilitate the classification, the instructor will ask the students to put the materials in different colored book covers every time. Wu Li has long been familiar with this kind of thing and can recognize it at a glance.

Finally found the clue about the mentor, Wu Li tried his best to control his voice, but still couldn't hide his excitement, he couldn't help asking: "Have you seen anyone else in this room? This must be his, he likes this kind of Transparent book cover..."

"..." Zhuang Die was silent for a while: "Does your teacher like slippers?"

Wu Li was stunned: "Ah?"

"It's okay." Zhuang Die shook his head, "It should be impossible."

According to Wu Li, his mentor disappeared three days ago, and it was only two weeks ago that the two entered the dreamland for the first time because of entrustment.

All the physical sensations in this hotel are very close to reality, without the sense of disorientation and hallucinations like in the last dream.Even if I stay in it for two weeks, at most I will be suffocated and out of breath, and I will not lose my cognition about myself.

The state of Zhuang Die's former roommates is infinitely close to the "thing" they saw in the submarine's energy tank.

Chaos objects in this state have almost lost almost all of their human consciousness, and it is impossible to stay in the dream for such a short time.

"You just said that you found yourself unable to leave this hotel."

While Ling Su was flipping through the files, Zhuang Die looked at Wu Li: "When you left here, was everything normal?"

"It's normal." Wu Li was stunned for a moment, "If I had to say it, there is a bit of a bug... When I went out, I found that my shadow was gone."

But that was just a shadow, Wu Li's own consciousness was complete, and his body was fine.

Entering the Dream Realm is like playing a shoddy game developed by a non-professional team. Texture errors, loading freezes, transmission failures, model piercing... will always encounter endless situations, and Wu Li didn't take it seriously at the time.

Most of these are caused by the subconscious mind cutting corners and materials in order to save the brain's calculation consumption. In dreams, I often go to another scene directly after leaving one scene, and find that the person I meet looks like several people I know at the same time. It's normal and doesn't mean there's something wrong with the brain.

Wu Li scratched the back of his head twice, frowned and recalled carefully: "To be honest, I felt pretty good at that time."

Looking back now, since that dream, he felt that his energy was much better, and he was less sleepy every day, and the tasks assigned by his mentor never made mistakes.

It's just that this state didn't last long. As time went by, Wu Li entered a state where he couldn't get up in the morning and didn't want to sleep at night, and there were more cases of retaliatory staying up late than before.

"Is this normal too?"

Wu Li is quite self-aware: "For an ordinary person like me, two weeks of self-discipline will at least make up for it with a long month of lying down..."

Zhuang Die didn't quite understand this state, and looked back at Ling Su.

Ling Su read the materials very quickly, sitting cross-legged on the ground, he has already completed more than half of the time.

He was also distractedly listening to the conversation between the two, and while moving his eyes quickly, he nodded: "Normal, I discipline myself for two weeks, usually two months later."

Wu Li felt much better, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand and stroked his chest: "Look——"

"The captain is different." Zhuang Die shook his head and concluded, "The captain is working hard, so he should take a good rest."

Wu Li: "...Oh."

There is no way to talk about this.

Wu Li moved uncomfortably, and he suddenly wanted to go back to his room. Although it was lonely there, at least he could write his resignation report freely: "Well, you take the documents first. I can't go out anyway, after waiting Two days—”

"It's over." Ling Su returned the thick stack of documents to Wu Li, stood up, and looked at Zhuang Die, "I have some ideas."

Zhuang Die also had an idea, took the backpack and stood up: "Which room do you want?"

Ling Su pondered for a while: "313, can you go there?"

"It's a little troublesome, but it should work." Zhuang Die nodded.

Following Ling Su's example, he raised his hand and sketched a few times in the air, and the dots of light were connected into lines, quickly forming a cube.

"Stairs and extra rooms are blindfolds, and the room card is clearly pointed."

Zhuang Die drew a cube with numbers written on it freehand, and the cube slowly rotated in the air with a light flick: "The second rule is to cover up this point - only the room corresponding to the room card actually exists, so it is not allowed Residents drop by at will."

"Some rooms have shared surfaces, and some rooms have shared edges and points. You can pass through the shared surfaces to adjacent rooms, and the shared edges and points can listen to the corners of the walls."

Zhuang Di continued to combine the floating cubes: "According to the numbers in our rooms, rule out unreasonable combinations..."

"Wait a while." Wu Li was dumbfounded, "How can you be sure that this is the only combination? What if there are others?"

"By giving an answer, I've ruled out all other possible mistakes."

Zhuang Die confirmed: "There is only this one."

Ling Su nodded: "You'd better stay here. Going to the corridor now may trigger some unexpected dangers."

Wu Li sorted out the materials for a full week in a state of self-discipline, and suddenly realized that he had no chance to interrupt, so he shut up and shrank back to the corner.

Zhuang Di fiddled with the cube combination of light, zoomed back and forth several times, and found the safest shortcut to room 313.

He put on his backpack and took the initiative to hold Ling Su's hand: "Captain, we have to go to the bathroom."

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The author has something to say:

Wu Li: I should be under the car.