don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Wu Li crouched in the corner of room 313.

He was immersed in the recovered memory, and was startled by the chaotic footsteps: "What's going on?"

"Those who listen to the corner." The bald consultant gestured, "It's almost the same as we were just now, and they are all anxious to go downstairs to confirm their situation."

He knocked on the wall twice, and tried his best to shout a few words to calm down and not act rashly, but he also knew that it would not have much effect, so he shook his head and sighed.

The middle-aged partner frowned and said, "If we go on now, the situation will only be worse than we were then, right?"

The bald consultant and the hypnotist also knew this truth, and they looked at each other with somewhat helpless expressions.

"Why?" Wu Li asked subconsciously before he suddenly realized, "By the way, the white bear effect..."

This is a very common psychological effect, and it is easy to understand-when a person is asked to never imagine a white bear, a white bear will come to mind faster than usual.

The white bear effect is also called the post-inhibition rebound effect. The harder you try to suppress and forget a certain idea, the more clearly this idea will emerge.

If these people go down without knowing it, as long as their thoughts of returning to reality are single and firm enough, they may not actually leave much consciousness in the hotel.

But now that they know the truth, the more they try their best to suppress the idea of ​​"wanting to stay", the more their brains will uncontrollably screen and check repeatedly in their consciousness, and finally this idea will occupy the whole mind.

"These people may not all have a background in psychology, but since they are colleagues who deal with dreams, I am afraid that none of them can turn their brains too slowly."

The bald consultant couldn't stop him in time, and sighed: "At this speed, by the time I get downstairs, most of them won't be able to get out..."

Yan Xun suddenly figured out the whole thing: "That's how it should be."

"Ah?" The bald consultant was stunned, "Why?"

"What is the subject? It doesn't mean that the subject can leave the hotel, wake up and return to reality."

Yan Xun quickly said: "If most of the consciousness is left in the hotel and cannot get out, and these consciousnesses are relatively active and strong, then it can actually be understood as 'the main body is trapped in the hotel'... ...which is relatively safe.”

"The consciousness of the main body is outside, and we have seen a lot of consequences—in any case, the consciousness inside and outside the hotel must answer the dilemma."

Yan Xun said: "But if the main body is the one trapped in the hotel, things will be much simpler. We just need to think about how to get out smoothly, just like every time we tried to get out of the dreamland..."

It's just that, in order to achieve this goal smoothly, logically, you have to go through several big circles first.

If you tell those people the safest plan directly, the "white bear effect" will only be a disservice - the more you keep suppressing the idea of ​​"leaving the hotel" and "returning to reality", the consequence will only be that this idea will become less and less controlled.

In this way, the subject's consciousness has already left the hotel before the person reacts, and the result will only repeat the same mistakes as before.

It is precisely to say that half is kept and half is allowed to let this group of people think wildly, so as to keep the main body's consciousness in the hotel to the maximum extent and ensure that the situation will not continue to deteriorate for the time being.

"You already knew that someone was listening to the corner? The whole process was to prepare for this step?"

Yan Xun turned to look at Zhuang Die: "When did you start planning?"

Zhuang Die didn't answer, just nodded slightly, raised his hand and waved the air blackboard away.

Yan Xun didn't think it was disobedient, he looked away, and looked around the room in deep thought.

At first he was slightly displeased by the young man's attitude, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that everything Zhuang Die did had an irreplaceable effect.

If Zhuang Die did not directly tell the truth with such an unquestionable attitude, but participated in their discussions and finally reached a result, it would be impossible to have such an impact on these people.

Once the impact of the truth is insufficient, the inhibitory effect of panic will not be as obvious as it is now, and it may not be able to trigger a rebound effect.

——And one step forward, Zhuang Die spent time in the previous room to build a cube and talk about the structure of the entire hotel and the connection of the rooms, not only to submit certificates to the people in these two rooms, but also to improve himself Credibility of what is said.

Other people in the hotel would come over to listen to the corner of Room 313, basically because they heard Zhuang Die's explanation at that time, and they followed him specially to see if there were any new clues.

At that time, Zhuang Die had roughly guessed the truth about the hotel, and all subsequent actions were just steadily advancing his plan...

"Does the institution still have places? I want to send an invitation letter."

Yan Xun turned sideways, asked the hypnotist next to him in a low voice, and then changed his mind: "Forget it, I'll go ask him directly."

Yan Xun was going to have a talk with Zhuang Die, to see if he had any intention to work in a professional institution, but when he looked up to find someone, he found that the curly-haired young man had disappeared.

"Go to the next door, with his captain."

The bald consultant knew what he was looking for, and pointed to the wall to signal: "The shadow you are responsible for has also followed."

Yan Xun couldn't help frowning, and stopped in place silently.

"You have such a big opinion on Ling Su because the eliminated first-generation personality model is the first work you participated in building after graduation?"

The bald-headed consultant slowed down and said, "I can understand that this incident has no effect on you."

They all know that although Yan Xun is also a psychology major, his job is to do program research related to cognitive neuroscience, not a practical direction.

And the reason why Yan Xun gave up his long-standing research work and chose to do psychological counseling from scratch may not have been affected by those doubts...

"It has nothing to do with those things. Changing jobs is my own choice."

Yan Xun said in a deep voice: "The reason why I decided to switch to a practical direction is because I began to question whether those models are meaningful."

"It's back again." The bald consultant sighed, "You still care about the first-generation model, but since it has been eliminated, it means that there must be some problems that cannot be solved by simply upgrading..."

Yan Xun's expression turned cold: "There will be no problem with the procedure I did."

"There will be no problem with the program." The bald consultant nodded in good humor, "But the program you made is used to measure people."

Yan Xun was startled.

He didn't understand what the other party meant by this, raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and stood there without saying a word.

"People... are very complicated. They are very weak, but they are also terrifyingly strong. They can be extremely unstable, but they can also be completely loyal."

"These traits may all appear in the same person, and cannot be fully quantified by programs and data."

The bald consultant asked: "Actually, you didn't expect that the two parts of your client's consciousness would reach a consensus. The manic part would rather stay in the hotel forever, right?"

Yan Xun fell silent, he did not deny it: "I have never recorded such a case."

The bald consultant didn't say any more, just patted him on the shoulder, and went to find new clues with his partner.

Yan Xun frowned and stood there for a few minutes.

He still didn't go to the next room, went out with the hypnotist who was waiting next to him, and went down the stairs to the front desk.

……

Room 207.

Captain Ling has circled his team members more than a dozen times.

He used all the methods he could think of, and even prepared to bribe the black shadow who was following in the corner, but unfortunately, the black shadow couldn't help either, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Let's not investigate now, just take a break..."

Ling Su circled around Zhuang Die: "Aren't you angry with the captain?"

He made up his mind, and simply sat down in front of Zhuang Die, straightened his legs and tried to trip Xiao Curly.

Zhuang Die finally stopped and shook his head seriously: "I'm not angry."

He was really not angry with Ling Su. When he saw Ling Su sitting on the ground, he squatted down together: "Captain, why can't you get out of that door of the hotel?"

Ling Su: "..."

Regardless of other things, just this question, Little Curly has already asked it thirteen times.

Ling Su exhausted his imagination to make up twelve detailed and vivid answers, and he was really exhausted at the moment.He tried his best to search for words for a while, and finally lowered his head helplessly and was completely discouraged.

"Honestly." Ling Su said truthfully, "I don't know either."

If it is divided by dissatisfaction with himself, Ling Su might slip all the way and fly out of the hotel—after all, a person like him who really thinks that he is good in everything and has nothing to improve at all, probably rummages through the crowd Couldn't find a few either.

But if it is divided according to "whether you definitely want to return to reality"... Even if Ling Su deliberately thinks about it, he can't give any answer.

It's not that he wants to stay in the dream all the time, but the motivation to return to reality doesn't seem to be that strong.

Ling Su can stop anywhere.

It's okay to stay in reality, it's not a big problem to stay in a dream all the time.

It would be fine if it split in two, one half stayed in the dream to do tasks with Zhuang Die, and the other half slept outside with Curly.

When trying to get out of the hotel, Ling Su actually didn't have any special thoughts, but just wanted to gamble on the tacit understanding with Zhuang Die, to see if the two would make the same choice.

If he had known that the hotel had such a rule, Ling Su would not have told the truth, and would have been gearing up to make up an interesting answer, such as a horror story about people leaving all their hair in the hotel even though they went out... …

This answer was too perfunctory, Ling Su was a little worried that Curly would not accept it, so he ravaged his hair twice: "Actually—"

Zhuang Die nodded and took his hand: "Yes."

Ling Su paused unconsciously, and looked down at the hand that was being held.

In his eyes, the sharpness that was hidden seamlessly faded quietly.It was as if there was a clean and sharp hatchet that suddenly cut through the thorny thorns.

"I prefer reality."

Zhuang Die looked at him with a very serious tone: "Only half of me can go out because the other half wants to stay and look for you."

"I'm always looking for you."

Zhuang Die said word by word: "If you can't get out, I will take you out."

Ling Su didn't speak.

He sat cross-legged in Zhuang Die's sight, still looking down.

Ling Su suddenly cleared his throat embarrassingly, the roots of his ears were a little hot, like a kid who just went to high school, he was scalded unsteadily.

He rubbed his hair vigorously with his empty hands, lowered his head and laughed uncontrollably with himself, and then let out a quick breath: "No problem."

"It's definitely fine." Ling Su assured, "Little Curly, if you stand outside the hotel door, I'll definitely run out of the hotel, and no one can stop me..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Die suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Teacher Xiaozhuang applied what he had learned, and raised his hands to cover Ling Su's ears, letting him listen to the flow of time in his body.

It was a sound that was utterly booming and utterly quiet, clearer and more defined than any anchor.

Ling Su was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and quickly and firmly hugged Zhuang Die tightly.

Zhuang Die's neck sank slightly.

He noticed that Ling Su lowered his head and leaned over, and tried to sit up a little more straight with his shoulders straight, so that the captain could lean more comfortably.

"Okay, okay." Zhuang Die imitated his movements, stroking Ling Su's back, "Captain, I can always take you out."

Zhuang Die stroked Ling Su's tangled hair.

Ling Su leaned against his neck, probably too close, his hot breath was a little itchy, fell on the collar along the skin, quietly exuding warm moisture different from rain and mist.

Zhuang Die closed his eyes and concentrated on recording the temperature.

Because it split so evenly at the front desk, he left the hotel with only the right half and was exposed to the rain outside.

Although there is no abnormality in the body now, and both sides have already returned to normal to the touch, but it may be due to psychological effects, and there is always a certain damp coolness lingering.

Now there is no such trouble at all.

Zhuang Die suddenly had an idea, a little curious: "Captain, if I crack—"

"Then I'll split it up too." Ling Su chuckled and said solemnly, "You split into pieces, and I will split into pieces. I absolutely guarantee that every comrade Xiaozhuang can be assigned a team leader..."

He raised his head with a smile and rubbed the little curly hair within reach.

Ling Su looked at Zhuang Die seriously for a while, then said softly, "Don't worry, you won't."

The consciousness responsible for maintaining the operation of this hotel, seeing residents like Zhuang Die, probably couldn't help but have a headache—after all, few people can be sober and firm enough to be trapped by any means in a dream like Zhuang Die.

If it hadn't been for his trouble, Zhuang Die would probably have left the hotel without a problem, and he might not even be able to get the room card.

After hearing Ling Su's assurance, Zhuang Die was completely relieved, nodded and stood up.

He didn't let go of Ling Su's hand, and just dragged Ling Su around the room with him, searching for evidence that might have been missed.

Ling Su obediently let Xiao Curly lead him, and his eyes fell on Zhuang Die.

Of course, this kind of search is inefficient - not only can't take advantage of the advantages of two-person cooperation, but also slows down the progress to a considerable extent because each person occupies one hand.And the most outrageous thing is that not only did one of them not do any serious business, but he was also uncontrollably distracted...

Ling Su pulled his mind back, shook his head, and completely focused on the scene in front of him.

He had just made a severe self-condemnation and was about to concentrate on cooperating with the team members, but Zhuang Die had already made a new discovery extremely reliably.

The residents of No. 207 are completely missing, but there is a small damage at the connection between the corner wall and the floor. It seems that someone has tried to destroy the room here with some tools.

I was probably worried about being complained by neighbors and warned by the administrator. The location and area of ​​the damage are very inconspicuous, and only a very small amount of outdoor light can leak in.

If a person searched here, he might not be able to find anything.The two of them happened to block most of the indoor lighting, and it was only when Zhuang Die noticed this subtle abnormality.

Zhuang Die tugged at his hand: "Captain, look."

Ling Su raised his eyebrows lightly, and squatted down together.

It was really hard to use it in the corner, the two of them were too close, the little curly hair was rubbing against the neck and chin indiscriminately.

Ling Su couldn't calm down, he seriously reflected on himself for a few seconds, sighed, and decided to simply pick up the team member who was concentrating on studying the damage and put it into his arms.

One of his hands was still firmly held by Zhuang Die, he moved his free wrist, and was about to implement the plan, subconsciously raised his head: "..."

The head of the bald consultant popped up close at hand from the opposite wall.

Bald consultant: "..."

He was just worried that Ling Su would be affected by the dispute with Yan Xun, so he wanted to persuade everyone to put aside their previous suspicions for the time being and work together to find clues and find a way to get out.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the bald consultant immediately realized that he might not have come at the right time: "Well, you guys continue..."

When Zhuang Die heard the movement, Ling Su's shoulder moved: "Captain?"

"Don't look." Ling Su covered his eyes, "It's going to be a nightmare."

Zhuang Die didn't know what to do, but still let out a "huh" and nodded.

He couldn't help being curious, although he agreed happily, he moved his position quietly, and peeked out through Ling Su's fingers.

Ling Su tightly covered Xiao Curly's eyes, while sincerely apologizing to the other party, he raised his hand, and quickly pushed a bald head back into the wall without hesitation.