don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The bathroom suddenly fell silent.

The ugly and bloated monster also stopped abnormally, and the tentacles that were about to enter the compartment were burned by the sparks from the cigarette at Zhuang Die's fingertips, and quickly shrank back.

I don't know if it was Song Huaimin's illusion, but in his narrow field of vision, he actually felt that the monster was afraid of the scene in front of him, and even started to back away slowly with hesitation.

Without giving the other party too much time to hesitate, Zhuang Die took the initiative to walk towards the monster.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes were obscured by broken hair.Under the dim light, Zhuang Die seems to be playing with the lighter in his hand casually, "click", "click", half of his face is reflected by the flickering flame.

In the quiet and remote bathroom, all the sounds were extremely clear.

The monster seemed to have faintly froze because of fear, but it was still a little unwilling.Quietly wriggling tentacles far away from Zhuang Die, just about to wait for an opportunity to explore the compartment where Song Huaimin is hiding, when suddenly they are forced to stay where they are by Mars, which is close at hand.

Zhuang Die had squatted in front of it at some point, the cigarette butt twisted by his fingertips was flickering, almost scalding the tentacle.

As if sensing the monster's "line of sight", Zhuang Die raised his head and smiled at him friendly.

The monster twisted instantly.

As if completely overwhelmed by some kind of deep-rooted fear, it even got rid of the tentacle. Its huge body desperately squeezed against the wall of the bathroom, and the flesh that made up the body kept wriggling. This washroom.

……

Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief, completely extinguished the half of the remaining cigarette in the stagnant water, threw it into the trash can, and quickly opened the two toilet doors with both hands: "Did you see it?"

Ling Su nodded vigorously: "I see, it's too scary."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"We were chased all the way." Ling Su politely asked Zhuang Die's consent, and helped his partner re-curl his frightened hair, "If you didn't save us, it would have been swallowed by it and the toilet."

Ling Su took out the lancet, squatted down, and picked at the body fragments thrown by the monster under the dim light: "This kind of monster appeared in the dream, it seems that the psychological state of the person concerned is very pessimistic..."

"What's going on, why did that monster run away?" Song Huaimin now felt that the mental state of these two people was very grim, "Zhuang Die, where did you go just now? Why did you change your clothes—"

He fixed his eyes on the past, but stopped talking in surprise, and looked carefully back and forth at Zhuang Die and the mirror.

Zhuang Die standing in front of the two was normal, no different from before they were separated unexpectedly, but the shadow reflected in the mirror was still the thin middle school student in school uniform.

"You can see it too?" Zhuang Die pointed to the mirror, "This should be the person involved."

"Four o'clock in the afternoon" is a critical time node, like an inescapable curse, branded in the subconscious of the person concerned.

Every time this time comes, he will be dragged into an endless nightmare.

So he had to escape to the relatively safest bathroom as soon as possible before everything happened.Someone would catch him everywhere, and he didn't dare to resist, so he could only hide in the deep part of the toilet, in the seventh compartment that was locked up as a tool room.

Zhuang Die thought of this, that's why he went to check the toilet cubicle, but not long after he went in, he met Ling Su and Song Huaimin who were chased in by monsters.

The three of them are already very clear about what happened next.

Ling Su failed to find any clues in the lump of minced meat, put away the lancet and stood up, and walked to the seventh compartment with Zhuang Die: "It seems that even here, we failed to protect our client .”

The seventh cubicle looked like a tool room for cleaning. There was a damaged padlock on the door, and the walls were dirty.

The cubicle is full of half-used brooms and mops, as well as some trash thrown in by naughty students, and there is nothing obviously special about it.

The area of ​​the toilet was not that big, probably due to the layout of the building, the seventh cubicle was nearly half smaller than the other ones. Coupled with the sundries inside, it felt extremely cramped and cramped.

"By the way, didn't the 'shadow' come out of the seventh compartment in the first place?" Song Huaimin suddenly remembered, "Could it be that the shadow is actually the dreamer himself?"

Song Huaimin gradually caught up with the two of them: "That monster with a mass of flesh is actually those people who bullied him, even in his dreams, they would catch him everywhere..."

"Is the dreamer's own subconscious projection? Probably not, the dreamer's consciousness in this dream is very chaotic."

Ling Su walked into the cubicle, closed the door and looked for a feeling: "However, in comparison, the metaphorical possibility of the monster being the perpetrator is very high."

Knowing that the thing was also a human being, the fear dissipated a lot.Song Huaimin breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped off the sweat on his palms: "Since you are a human, why do you have to turn it into a monster? Isn't it more scary?"

"Because the reflection of fear in dreams is layered. The most basic fear contains a clear object, and it will indeed be specific to someone... But as this emotion gradually erodes, the heart will gradually lose the courage to face the fear directly. "

Through the door panel, Ling Su's voice sounded a bit dull: "At this time, there is only one monster that cannot be defeated in the subconscious mind."

"Old Song." Ling Su opened the door of the compartment and reminded him specially, "We are in the subconscious of the person involved, even if it is a human in reality, as long as this fear is not eliminated, it will still be a monster."

For anyone, this is a nightmare without suspense, including the dreamer himself of course-this dream cannot end, and the person concerned will be trapped in the fear of being endlessly chased by monsters forever.

Thinking of what he saw with his own eyes in the simulated dream, Song Huaimin broke into a cold sweat unconsciously, and nodded seriously.

Having experienced it personally once, Song Huaimin is still deeply impressed by the destructive power of that group of monsters.

It was also because of this that Song Huaimin never imagined that Zhuang Die could scare away that group of monsters just by relying on his aura...

Thinking of the situation just now, Song Huaimin was inexplicably vigilant, and wanted to question Zhuang Die's resume in detail: "Speaking of which, you used to—"

Song Huaimin: "..."

Zhuang Die stood in the corner. Captain Ling had just confiscated his lighter and cigarettes. He was taking out both pockets of Bear's pajama pants for Ling Su to check, and got a lollipop as a reward.

Zhuang Die, wearing a little genius watch, was carefully peeling off the candy wrappers, and looked up following the sound.

Song Huaimin couldn't ask, but rubbed his forehead vigorously: "...how do you know that monster won't destroy the compartment as soon as it comes up?"

"In the previous simulated dream, we were chased to the end of the corridor, and the monster looked like it was stopped by fire, but it was not."

Zhuang Die studied the lollipop for a while, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth: "It devoured the room very quickly, but even if the fire had to be put out, it didn't devour the bathroom immediately, but just unscrewed the water pipe outside, which shows that it has a great impact on the living room." There's a certain fear in the compartments inside."

Song Huaimin was a little surprised, they experienced that simulated dream together, recalling it now, it was indeed the same as what Zhuang Die described, but none of them paid attention to these details at the time.

Song Huaimin asked Ling Su, "What about you?"

Ling Su held a whole bucket of lollipops that was abducting his partner: "Reckless, reckless won."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"Black sheep effect." Ling Su coughed and re-explained, "The weak swing their knives at the weaker. When facing high pressure, people are used to shifting the problem to the weakest person in the group to avoid the problem itself."

In most cases, bullies are not really powerful.

They are perpetrators, but they are by no means unshakable. They are just a group of mobs who follow the crowd, are blind, bully the weak and fear the strong, and swing their knives at the weaker.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is how the cycle of nightmares begins."

Until now, Zhuang Die's thinking has finally been completely connected together.

"People who are pulled into the dream will be chased to the same place by monsters just like us."

"As long as you look at the mirror in the bathroom, your cognition will be invaded and disturbed by the subconscious in the dream. When you see yourself in school uniform, you will finally regard yourself as the person in the mirror."

"If I'm not wrong, cognition has been affected to a certain extent, and when I look at the monster again, I will see people."

"At times like this, there are two branching options -- hide in the seventh compartment and never come out, or go out and beg each other for mercy, begging to be one of them."

"Sooner or later, the former will be swallowed together with the entire bathroom, and the latter will be assimilated and become a butcher with a knife. This process will continue to cycle."

Zhuang Die walked to the broken mirror: "So, we can't find anyone now."

The meaning contained in these words is too complicated, Song Huaimin reacted for a long time, then suddenly came to his senses, cold sweat broke out behind his back.

"You mean..." Song Huaimin frowned, and asked in horror, "The reason why we can't find those people who were pulled into the dream is because they either became part of the monster, or turned into that black shadow ?!"

Zhuang Die looked at Ling Su who was standing beside him: "If it becomes like this in the dream, what will be the consequences in reality?"

Ling Su didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment: "After all, this is not reality. Apart from drowsiness, theoretically, it will not have other effects on the body. Injury in a dream can lead to mental fatigue, fatigue, and reversible short-term amnesia. Restoring... There will be no problem if you unlock the dream in time."

"Why don't you hurry up?" Song Huaimin walked out quickly, "I remember—"

He stopped at the door of the bathroom, his face changed.

... everything outside is gone.

This description may not be accurate, and a more appropriate way of saying it is that the apartment seems to have disappeared suddenly, and everything outside the door is tightly wrapped in a blood mist that is so thick that it seems that it cannot be melted away.

The bathroom they were in seemed to be independent, floating abruptly in this thick blood-colored fog.

The door was open, no monsters were found outside, and the route was roughly remembered.

Do you want to just go out like this?

Song Huaimin held the door frame, swallowed unconsciously, and looked at Ling Su, who was also standing at the door, pondering.

Although the positions of the stairs and rooms are constantly changing, the layout of the single-story building is always stable.

If they want to leave here, even if they can't look around in the fog, it's actually not difficult to find a room to repair temporarily with their memory.

But for some reason, this dense fog seems to be filled with some indescribable fear, as if as long as one dares to step out, one will instantly fall into a bottomless abyss...

Ling Su's expression also showed some seriousness. He didn't go out to check immediately, but threw most of the pack of cigarettes confiscated from Zhuang Die out of the door.

What was in front of their eyes was a particularly weird scene—the pack of cigarettes was quickly wrapped in the blood mist, and then melted bit by bit, finally becoming a part of the blood mist.