don't open your eyes [unlimited]

In the original recording of the dream, Professor Du did bring the students in.

That time, they just entered the hotel and took out the boy who was lost in it, and they completed all the tasks.

The boy who "stayed" in the dream actually didn't encounter any trouble or danger at all.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that he had strayed into a certain dreamland, but he usually had to do experiments and write papers, run errands for his mentor, and set up his hands to watch petri dishes for the experiments of his brothers and sisters, so he wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to be lazy and rest two days.

In fact, psychological counselors have encountered this kind of situation, and most of them are young people who like to take risks and are more capable of accepting new things.They are very clear that they are in a dream, but they don't feel scared. Instead, they are full of curiosity about this world different from reality, and subjectively choose to stay in the dream realm.

When Professor Du took Wu Li to look for him, the boy was still lying on the bed in the hotel, comfortably blowing on the air conditioner and reading comics.

Knowing that the time here is actually synchronized with the outside, and that he had been in a coma for two full days in reality, the boy panicked and agreed to leave the Dreamland with the two of them.

Everything is easy, and in all respects, this is a rudimentary dreamland that a novice can handle satisfactorily.

……

What's even more amazing is that after this, it wasn't just the boy and Wu Li who were secretly delighted that their condition had improved. In fact, even Professor Du himself felt that he was a little different from the past.

He was over half a century old, and gradually couldn't keep up with the young people.The times are developing too fast, and the old experience and knowledge accumulated in half a lifetime will not only be of no help, but will also hinder the contact with new consulting methods and fields.

In the last academic exchange, Professor Du and other old scholars were already overwhelmed by Yan Xun, a group of young people, and they sighed for a long time after the meeting.

But just after the dream exploration was over, when Professor Du opened a new batch of papers, he found that his thinking had become flexible again.

When I read papers before, new theories would always fight with the old ones in my mind, and it took a lot of effort to distinguish and screen each time.

But this time, Professor Du found that he read the paper very refreshingly and smoothly, and those useless old experiences that had long been outdated and eliminated never jumped out again.

In order to avoid this being a precursor to a special type of Alzheimer's disease, Professor Du also specially tested himself.Those technologies that are still in use, the correct knowledge and experiences that have been tested for a long time, he still remembers them exactly, without any influence.

The only things that have been wiped out are those that have been completely overturned long ago, but still can't be forgotten no matter how hard they try, and come out to make trouble from time to time.

Professor Du was pleasantly surprised by this, and mentioned this discovery when chatting with several other old friends, and those friends were also a little moved.

"Just like your client, after a week, Lao Du also began to realize that something was wrong with him."

The bald-headed consultant said: "That day he had been reading papers until late at night, and suddenly felt a little headache, so he took a cold medicine and lay down to sleep. After falling asleep, he found himself back in the hotel that day."

Speaking of this, the bald consultant stopped again and looked at Wu Li beside him: "Your room is 315, right?"

Wu Li's face was still pale, and he reluctantly nodded.

Strictly speaking, room 315 is actually the boy's room.

The hotel seems to have no limit on the number of people living in each room. If the resident specifies which room they want to live in, or the person who is looking for a certain room, they will directly give the corresponding room card.

Since you can only enter the hotel after checking in, Wu Li and Professor Du had no choice but to take a room card each.

"That's right." The bald consultant nodded and said, "Old Du went back to room 315 alone in his dream, where he saw his...uh, part of his cerebral cortex."

Wu Li's eyes were blank: "Huh?"

"Cerebral cortex, you should have learned it too?"

The bald consultant gave a dry cough: "Short-term memory is stored in the hippocampus, long-term memory is transferred to the cerebral cortex... that's about it."

This kind of thing sounds a bit outrageous, but in Professor Du's dream, all of this is completely real.

Professor Du had a dream all night, and in the dream, he confronted that cerebral cortex, debating the psychology major for the whole night.

The middle-aged consultant on the side was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but whispered: "Is Professor Du usually stressed? Does he... care a little too much about his professional field?"

As soon as these words came out, the hypnotist next to Yan Xun couldn't help but also nodded.

Most scholars are inevitably somewhat fanatical and paranoid about this major, which is also a must-have trait for top scholars in the field.

But if it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to remain calm when seeing a piece of floating neocortex, and even quarrel with the other party about professional issues...

"After all, it is in a dream. Dreams are originally grotesque and unrealistic."

Yan Xun interjected at this time: "It's just that these dreams that are too out of daily logic will be re-modified by the frontal lobe area responsible for attention and logic after waking up, so that you can forget those unreasonable things."

This is a generally accepted conclusion in various fields, and the two of them actually knew it well.It's just that this kind of dream is described bluntly, and it still makes people feel a little weird.

"That's true, and Old Du said the same thing."

The bald-headed consultant nodded repeatedly. He heard Professor Du talk about this, but he actually almost went to the battle himself to give psychological counseling to his old friend: "Old Du said that he didn't know why at the time...then the quarrel started when he realized it. gone."

The theory of that piece of cerebral cortex is useless. Not only is he stubborn, but he is also entangled with a set of outdated opinions.

After that, Professor Du had this kind of dream several times again. They all had a sudden headache when he was staying up late reading papers or reviewing medical records. After falling asleep, he went back to Room 315 of the hotel.

He doesn't dislike this kind of dream, after all, he can constantly verify the difference between the new theory and the old theory in the debate, and further deepen his understanding-it's just that the neocortex can say less and less, and in the end it is proved that all After the opinions are completely wrong and outdated, they completely become a small wisp of shadow, drill into the wall and disappear without a trace.

The bald consultant only knew so much, and stopped talking: "That's all."

"This is already very detailed. Why do you know so much about Professor Du?"

The middle-aged partner next to the bald consultant suddenly came to his senses and looked at him suspiciously: "It's the client I'm in charge of that went wrong, you came here specially, do you have other plans?"

The bald-headed consultant was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands, and said embarrassingly: "I told you—Old Du's friends were also a little moved when they heard about his situation..."

Middle-aged partner: "..."

The bald consultant sighed heavily.

Originally, he only saw the situation of Professor Du, so he was inevitably moved, so he wanted to come to the hotel to try his luck, and to see if his mind could become more active.

"Now it seems that the part that everyone will be detained by the hotel is different...It is impossible to generalize."

The bald consultant said discouragedly: "It's probably because Lao Du's luck is particularly good."

When trying at the front desk downstairs, the bald consultant was able to get out, but left a transparent outline inside the door, which scared him back into the hotel immediately.

The situation of the middle-aged partner and the hypnotist is more serious than him. Although he can get out, his body either seems to have faded a layer of color, or it is directly like a piece of the puzzle being torn apart, and it cannot be kept intact.

Yan Xun seemed to be able to get out smoothly, but he quickly turned back from the door on his own, and his face became a little ugly, as if he had been stripped of something that few people couldn't see.

"Let's not talk about that for now." The bald consultant pointed to Wu Li, "This little brother is a student of Lao Du, let's take a look at his situation first."

Yan Xun nodded: "According to the information we know so far, we can basically draw preliminary conclusions."

"Everyone who leaves a hotel and comes back to reality, there's some sort of change in their life."

"This change is positive and positive at first, and it seems to be completely in line with the wishes of the person concerned, but it usually appears abnormal after a week."

"The degree of abnormality is not all the same. Some individuals have affected normal life, but some—such as Professor Du, and my client, don't seem to be too obviously disturbed subjectively."

He looked around and saw that no one raised any objections, and continued: "Professor Du's client is the most severely affected so far, and even has the prodromal symptoms of schizophrenia..."

The situation after that, even if there is no clear information, the other people can basically guess about it.

Although his own situation didn't seem to be a big problem, the extremely abnormal performance reported by the person two weeks later made Professor Du immediately realize that the hotel might not be as simple as it seemed.

So, Professor Du decided to dream again, and went back to the hotel to find out.

Considering that there may still be unknown risks in the hotel, Professor Du did not bring any students with him this time, but just registered alone and returned to this dreamland.

...It was at this step that things began to deviate from Wu Li's memory.

"And then?" The bald consultant frowned, "Where did Lao Du go?"

Whether it's Wu Li's memory or the records they saw, at least it can be confirmed that Professor Du has tried to dream again and wants to come back to this hotel.

But they also explored the hotel for several days, but none of them found any trace of Professor Du.

Everyone looked at each other and fell silent in unison.

……

"Excuse me." Ling Su suddenly said, "Who are you talking about Professor Du?"

He had been staying in the corner with Zhuang Die before, and they almost ignored his existence. They were taken aback and looked up together.

Yan Xun frowned. He felt that the other party looked familiar from just now. He searched his memory, but he couldn't match any of the colleagues whose names could be counted in the circle.

Ling Su didn't seem to care about the gazes of these people, and turned around to confirm with Zhuang Die: "Professor Du Mingze?"

"Yes." The bald consultant nodded, "You know him too?"

"Not really." Ling Su said, "We have cooperation with their institutions, but I am not in charge of the connection... If it is this Professor Du, he should be outside now."

The bald consultant said in amazement: "How do you know?!"

"My team members just said."

Ling Su Hulu licked the little curly hair behind him, and took the notebook from Zhuang Die's hand: "We came later than you, and we watched the news outside for a while before falling asleep."

At that time, they had just withdrawn from the last dream, returned to the team's conference room, and watched the follow-up processing of that dream together.

Those victims who were temporarily unable to return to society were taken to relevant institutions for psychological counseling, and the professionals who appeared on the screen each had their names marked, including Professor Du Mingze.

"What you said happened three days ago, right?" Ling Su looked at the date on the note, "The time is also correct."

Professor Du failed to re-enter the hotel at all, but returned without success on the same day, and could only try to treat and intervene the client from the outside.

In the next two days, as a long-term cooperative psychological institution with the government, Professor Du, as a representative, received a group of lost people in the dream realm who needed counseling.

"Are you sure he remembers it correctly?" The middle-aged partner couldn't help but said, "So many names, in the news, they just passed by in a flash, right? Maybe he misremembered..."

"Sure." Ling Su nodded, "He can't be wrong."

This overly unthinking attitude made several people feel even more uncertain, and they exchanged a few glances hesitatingly.

At this moment, Yan Xun suddenly said, "Are you the special incident handling team? Are you Ling Su?"

Following these words, the other people were also startled, and then their expressions changed slightly.

Ling Su lowered his head and smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's no luck to meet you. We are not on the same side as you." Yan Xun said coldly, "If I remember correctly, you have been banned from engaging in any work in the professional field of psychology."

Ling Su shrugged his shoulders, half-jokingly: "My character is overwhelmed...Succeeded in re-employment after being laid off?"

Yan Xun glanced at him, did not answer this sentence, but turned around and said to the others: "Referring to the case of our client, I have a guess..."

Ling Su turned around and patted Zhuang Die's arm apologetically.

He seemed to be used to this kind of treatment. He raised his left hand and rubbed his neck, and put his free right hand around Zhuang Die's shoulder: "Let's go, let's go to 207 again."

When the few people were exchanging information, Zhuang Die had been comforting the black shadow in the corner, and had completely restored the black shadow to calm.

Ling Su was about to try the passage to 207, but Zhuang Die firmly grasped his wrist.

Little Curly's palm was a little cold, and his fingers were motionless around his wrist.

Ling Su was dumbfounded, and rubbed Zhuang Die's back comfortingly: "I'm sorry..."

Like him, who was exiled by his profession and drifted outside the "cocoon" of internal professionals, although Ling Su himself adapted well, and was very satisfied with the status quo of dawdling and having food, but still It is inevitable that it will affect those around you at some point.

Because of this, before Zhuang Die joined the team, Ling Su basically doubled up with Song Huaimin and rarely led the other team members.

He didn't want Zhuang Die to be implicated by him, so he tilted his head to signal the wall, but found that Zhuang Die didn't intend to move.

Zhuang Die shook his head, he looked up at Ling Su, and tightened his grip on his wrist.

……

On the other side, Yan Xun had finished his conjecture.

He believes that this "hotel" is likely to have a stripping function to a certain extent, which can strip off the less positive parts of everyone. Once you step into the hotel and leave, you will leave this part in the hotel.

The person in room 313 stripped himself of his manic-depressive episode, and the boy and Wu Li stripped away the less sunny and less positive side of their personality.

Professor Du stripped away the old thinking and experience that added to the chaos, so he felt his mind became flexible again.

"Because the room card cannot be returned, once you enter the hotel, you will keep the 'souvenirs' related to this hotel forever."

"The function of this souvenir is equivalent to a weakened version of the anchor point, which will pull me back to the hotel from time to time."

Yan Xun glanced at Wu Li: "If my will is not firm enough, I will be impacted by the part of my consciousness that stayed in the hotel after being pulled back, causing my thinking to be confused and my memory to be misplaced..."

"You made a mistake." Zhuang Die suddenly said.

Yan Xun frowned: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Die drew a schematic diagram of the entire hotel room by hand, and Yan Xun actually admired him: "You can participate in the discussion, we won't—"

"There's nothing to discuss." Zhuang Die shook his head, "I'm on the same side as the captain."

Yan Xun was stunned.

He vaguely felt that Zhuang Die's words were a little familiar, and before he had time to react, there was an empty blackboard in front of him.

"Take out the pen and paper." Zhuang Die said, "I said, remember, I will speak very quickly."

Yan Xun finally came back to his senses. He looked at the frivolous young man in front of him, laughed and shook his head: "This...little brother, you may think you are very powerful."

Everyone present has several degrees, even Wu Li is a doctoral student.Zhuang Die may be a little clever, but judging from his age, at most he has just graduated from university for two years.

The other party may indeed be good at reasoning and have a good spatial imagination, but what they are discussing is a professional issue, which cannot be clarified with a little reasoning.

Yan Xun didn't continue, shook his head and was about to leave, but suddenly a hand pressed his shoulder.

Yan Xun struggled a few times but couldn't move. He saw the person clearly and his expression turned cold: "What do you mean?"

Ling Su pressed his shoulder with one hand, and smiled kindly: "Listen to him? Xiaozhuang is really powerful."

Seeing that the two were deadlocked in place, the bald consultant quickly walked over.

In fact, he didn't know exactly what was going on. He only knew that a few years ago, the Psychological Association made a big joke-a promising rookie was about to join the job, but he fell into the personality model test. In the passing assessment, he failed five times in a row, and even got an "extremely unstable" evaluation.

This matter was seized by the media to make a big fuss, and it spread all over the city, and even caused panic from the outside world and distrust of the psychology community as a whole.

After all, it doesn’t matter if it’s in other industries. The personality model is originally a public project in charge of the Psychological Association, which is directly related to everyone. No one thought that it would be the first problem internally.

It is the department responsible for identifying abnormal personalities. The personality model evaluations it makes determine whether many people can enter the job smoothly and live a normal life. It is also responsible for dealing with a large number of mental illnesses and sub-health conditions.

In this kind of department, everyone was unaware of an extremely unstable individual, and let this person go all the way to graduate with a doctorate, and almost became a core member of the association.

The geese were pecked in the eyes by geese, and the handling of the whole incident was not complicated, but the subsequent series of impacts have completely exceeded the nature of the incident itself.

Because of this turmoil, the president of the association and several leaders resigned, all psychological counseling institutions suspended their work and conducted self-examination, and the previous personality model was completely abolished and rebuilt. This was the most violent earthquake in the entire profession in recent years.

As the center of the whole turmoil, Ling Su never appeared in their eyes after that, and no one thought that they would run into this person in this dream.

"Okay, take a step back."

The bald consultant whispered: "Everyone wants to solve the problem. Captain Ling, children are ignorant, so take care of them..."

Ling Su raised his eyebrows and looked up at Zhuang Die: "He's not wrong, you'd better listen."

The bald consultant felt a headache.

Seeing Yan Xun's attitude just now, he sweated a lot, for fear that the two of them would have a dispute in this kind of place.

Seeing that Ling Su took the initiative to back down, the bald consultant was relieved, but he didn't understand why this person changed his mind in a blink of an eye: "Captain Ling, you—"

Facing Shang Lingsu's calm and friendly gaze, the bald consultant was inexplicably dazed, unable to say the rest.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself sitting on a chair that appeared out of nowhere.

On the other side, Yan Xun's face was cold, and he was also involuntarily pressed down by Ling Su.

Ling Su lined up the seats, and even gave a chair to the black shadow in the corner, and handed out a stack of white papers with his bare hands, and handed out a pen to each person.

"It's the first time that my team members give an open class."

Ling Su clapped his hands, straightened his cuffs, and communicated in a friendly manner: "Cooperate?"