don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Yan Xun looked sullen.

After leaving school, he hadn't been treated like this for a long time.

As the kind of young talent who will always be compared with others and should keep his name in the alumni book, although Yan Xun's qualifications are not as good as some old-fashioned professors and scholars, he already has a considerable voice in his major.

"I don't think my speculation is wrong in any direction."

Yan Xun said in a deep voice: "Even if there are some unreasonable details, we can discuss them. There is no need to mess around like this."

He was already very annoyed, but just out of politeness and demeanor, he reluctantly endured the attack: "If you must waste time here for no reason, I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you—"

"You just said that this hotel can strip away the less positive parts of everyone."

Zhuang Die suddenly said: "How to distinguish the 'positive'? Are you to judge?"

Yan Xun turned around quickly, frowning.

His eyes fell on Zhuang Die, but abnormally he neither continued to get angry nor opened his mouth, but fell silent abruptly.

The hypnotist on the side was a little puzzled, and interjected: "What kind of problem is this? Positive is everyone's strengths, a more positive side, and a good enough part."

Although the hypnotist is not completely professional, he has also observed many treatments: "The basis of a psychological counselor is to be able to judge the positive part of the client? Only in this way can we give appropriate guidance..."

"I can't judge." Yan Xun said suddenly.

The hypnotist froze for a moment, then turned his head in astonishment.

Yan Xun didn't seem to notice the people around him at all, he just stared at Zhuang Die: "You know me? Have you investigated me?"

"Our team did not cooperate with you." Zhuang Die shook his head, "I have seen your entry, and your entry is the third in Professor Du's related search."

Zhuang Die didn't memorize these on purpose - he just looked up the names one by one according to the news, and suddenly remembered the associative memory method taught by Ling Su, and read all the related entries of these people again.

Among Professor Du's related entries, the third one is the debate between him and Yan Xun at that academic conference.

As a representative of the new generation of counselors, Yan Xun's counseling model is self-contained and does not belong to any established school of psychological counseling.

"Your proposition is to downplay the personal style of the consultant as much as possible, and to regard the human brain as an extremely sophisticated and complex logical computing machine."

Zhuang Die said: "Combining the relevant research of cognitive neuroscience, combined with monitoring data and a large number of statistical conclusions, your model has achieved initial success, or it is significantly better than the traditional consulting model."

The reason why Professor Du and his old friend sighed frequently after the academic exchange, and also made an exception to recruit Wu Li, a group of students who often deal with data in the laboratory, is also because of this.

Judging from the results, the psychological counseling institution established by Yan Xun has not been established for a long time and has a small number of staff. However, with a large amount of data and related equipment, it can quickly customize a complete set of professional treatment courses according to the specific situation of each visitor.

They have accumulated half a lifetime of experience, successful skills, and wrong lessons, which can be input into the machine in just a few minutes.

Those rare cases that have been repeatedly speculated are just an inconspicuous data file in the vast big data.

However, Professor Du was completely refuted by Yan Xun and finally gave up the theory. The most important one is "whether the psychological counselor has the qualification to judge the visitor".

"Positive psychology is a branch of humanism. I don't do this, so I don't understand it."

Yan Xun was silent for a while, and then admitted: "When I was speculating, I was afraid of difficulties, and I didn't go into it, so I skipped this part."

He stopped attacking, sat down on the chair again, and picked up the pen in front of him: "Go on."

The bald-headed consultant at the side was a little surprised, and looked back and forth with rounded eyes.

He had never seen Yan Xun be so submissive to others.

Because his career was smooth sailing and he did have enough capital and arrogance, Yan Xun would rarely lie to others, let alone actually pick up a pen and sit down in such a ridiculous situation.

"Depending on the situation, that young man with curly hair should have found the core loophole in the speculation just now, that's why Yan Xun is so honest..."

The middle-aged partner asked in a low voice: "Do you understand?"

The bald consultant shook his head.To be honest, his thinking is actually similar to that of Yan Xun - after all, this point is too obvious.

Everyone who enters the hotel seems to have become better than before in a short period of time, and they are more satisfied with themselves and the people around them...

"Dreams are not without logic."

Zhuang Die has turned around: "The reason why we feel that dreams are unreasonable is because the superficial logic we are accustomed to conflicts with the rules of the deep subconscious."

"If you want to find out the real rules in dreams, you have to temporarily abandon all thinking modes in reality and think from the perspective of the subconscious."

"So, this rule must be unique, simple enough, and clear enough."

Zhuang Die said: "A dream is not qualified or able to judge what is positive, what is the advantage and disadvantage, and what should be discarded."

"I understand." The bald-headed consultant suddenly realized, "The previous thinking was indeed not rigorous enough-could the hotel understand the life of each of us in an instant? Doesn't that mean that this dream can read minds?"

The bald consultant looked at Yan Xun, and he suddenly figured out why the other party was soft: "This is consistent with your point of view. The consultant himself can never completely abandon subjectivity, so he can never give a completely objective opinion to the client. judgment..."

For example, bipolar disorder is an endless torment for most people.But there are many artists in history who created so many powerful handed down works precisely by relying on the surging source of inspiration during hypomanic episodes.

This is certainly not to whitewash bipolar disorder, which is so painful and destructive that only those who live in it can experience the rollercoaster ride.

It's just that, if you pull Van Gogh, who is immersed in the turbulent inspiration to create "Starry Night", into this dream.Whether to detain this part in the hotel and make him a peaceful ordinary person may trigger a protracted and heated debate.

In the same way, it is a good thing to be hardworking, loving and social, but who can say that knowing how to combine work and rest and enjoying being alone is not another strength?

As for the situation of Professor Du, there is no need to say more - wrong experience and lessons are of course an obstacle, but they may not be a wake-up call to remind myself to be more cautious in the future.

After hearing Ling Su say that Professor Du had given up dreaming and is now taking care of the treatment of new patients outside, the bald consultant actually had this kind of worry faintly.

If it was in the past, with Professor Du's personality, he would have been more careful and cautious, repeatedly verifying and solving the problem repeatedly.

But this time, the always prudent old friend chose to give up so easily, and turned around to find other methods...

"There must be something else we've overlooked."

Yan Xun frowned and looked at Zhuang Die: "Have you found any other rules? We can help you analyze—"

Zhuang Die didn't continue this topic, skipped this step, and looked at Wu Li: "Do you still have your room card?"

Wu Li sat in the corner in a daze.

From the beginning just now, he seemed particularly out of place, and he hasn't said a word until now.

His expression was a little dazed, and he looked up at Zhuang Die for a while before he realized, touched his pocket, and nodded.

"It's not like you're completely ignorant of what you just said."

Zhuang Die looked at him: "You actually dreamed that Professor Du was arguing with your own brain, didn't you?"

Wu Li's face was extremely pale, he opened his mouth, and finally nodded: "Yes... I dreamed."

The bald consultant turned around and looked at him incredulously: "How could it be?"

Wu Li lowered his head and said, "I don't know either... I thought these dreams were outrageous at the time, and I joked with my classmates."

"It's exactly the same as what you said, the first time it was a whole night of quarreling, and then it became shorter and shorter."

"For the last time, I saw that...that brain-like thing completely disappeared, and Professor Du also left."

"Every time they quarreled, I sat on the sidelines and listened, but I couldn't move or make a sound."

"I thought it was just a dream, so I didn't care. I was worried that I was suppressed by the overload of knowledge in my dream..."

Wu Li's voice became lower and lower, with one hand in his pocket, he was still tightly holding the room card in his pocket.

Facing Zhuang Die's gaze, he suddenly couldn't hold on any longer, raised his hand and hugged his head vigorously: "You don't have to think about me——I remember, I'm the shadow that was left behind, right?"

"There was no shadow when I went out, because I was left in the hotel!"

Wu Li folded his arms, shrank into a ball completely, and cried out of breath: "There is no difference between my brain and Professor Du's!"

The bald consultant put a hand on his shoulder: "..."

"It doesn't matter, I will find a way." Zhuang Die took out a lollipop and gave him, "Calm down."

Wu Li peeled off the lollipop while crying, and quickly removed the wrapper while sobbing.

Without taking care of Wu Li's emotions, Zhuang Die didn't delay any longer, returned to the air blackboard, and quickly expressed his findings.

……

Everyone who leaves the inn will leave part of his consciousness in the inn.

For this part of the consciousness that was left behind, all the initial perceptions were completely synchronized with the main body—they really thought that they also left the hotel together, that they woke up from a dream and returned to reality.

But in fact, they no longer participate in all activities of "themselves".

At this stage, I will feel significantly better than before, able to meet the expectations of myself and others, no longer be entangled by some lingering troubles, and may even have a significant improvement in life.

It is undeniable that all these changes are indeed due to the fact that the "delayed" troublesome consciousness has been left in the hotel, and can no longer interfere with the main body's life, work, and study.

But this situation cannot last for too long.

The feeling of that part of consciousness will gradually lose touch with the perception of the body, and gradually wake up from the illusion of "leaving the hotel smoothly", realizing that one has actually been left behind.

Life that is getting better, studies and work that are getting smoother and smoother are indeed exciting, but all these belong to the body that has left.

The part that was left behind had actually been in the hotel all the time and never went out.

"I've been wondering what is the purpose of the hotel's requirement to keep quiet after twelve o'clock."

"Then, I noticed a detail."

Zhuang Die said: "All the quarrels happened at night—or to be more precise, after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night."

The quarrel broke out in the twist room next door, just after twelve o'clock.

Every time that boy appeared strange, it was after he fell asleep in the dormitory.

Every time Professor Du went back to the hotel to quarrel with his own brain, he would stay up all night reading papers and forget the time. He suddenly felt a headache, so he had to take medicine and sleep.

"We're in the subconscious -- thinking about the concept, what's quiet and what's arguing?"

Zhuang Die waved his hand and erased the schematic diagram he had drawn before: "I have a very bold guess..."

"Hey!" The bald-headed consultant just finished copying half of it, and when he looked up again, he watched the writing on the blackboard being wiped clean, "Why is it gone?!"

Yan Xun handed over his piece of paper, frowned and looked at Zhuang Die: "Go on."

"This prohibition is actually to remind the outside body to pay attention."

Zhuang Die said: "After twelve o'clock, don't 'use your brain'."

The reason why Professor Du was taken back to the hotel to quarrel was because his mind was running at high speed when he was reading the thesis. His mind was full of various thoughts, and in his subconscious, he was probably as lively as a vegetable market.

The meaningless but endless trivial quarrels in the room next door to Zhuang Die are actually the thoughts of tossing and turning in bed when insomnia, repeatedly entangled in the brain.

If sleep monitoring can be performed on that boy, every time he wakes up suddenly, most of the time is also in the REM period, when the brain waves are active.

In the dead of night, this overly obvious noise would awaken the residual consciousness in the hotel, and then be forcibly dragged back to the hotel room.

……

Therefore, the two consciousnesses inside and outside the hotel must face a problem that must be chosen.

If you give up a part of yourself, everything can look better than before.

Are you going to do this?