don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Before Zhuang Die could see clearly, the wall had quickly returned to level.

Ling Su cautiously patted the wall several times, making sure that nothing would suddenly come out of it, and then withdrew his hand with confidence: "Can you see it? What's in the crack?"

"It's hard." Zhuang Die was quickly distracted by him, and shook his head, "This should be the room of the middle-aged man who read poetry in Wu Li's memory."

Wu Li's room is not adjacent to 207 at all, without the bonus of listening to the corner of the wall, he can hear the content of each poem clearly, which shows that the middle-aged man's reciting voice may not be so loud.

For residents who seriously disturb residents like this, it is extremely easy to collect [-] complaints, and they will easily be kicked out of the hotel for violating the "User Needs to Know".

"Let's think about it... There is his case in the data."

Ling Su pondered for a while, then nodded: "This is the person to be investigated in Room 420."

No wonder the bald head appeared so naturally and smoothly from the wall just now, even with a faint sense of proficiency in coming and going.

After the other party and his partner entered the hotel, it seems that they did not miss this room to search, and they should have uncovered most of the clues left by the party.

"Based on genres, the two of them are self-psychologists in psychoanalysis."

Ling Su said casually: "Self-analysis advocates discussions around the self, which has its own characteristics. They generally skip relatively dogmatic understandings and definitions, and directly focus on the patients' own feelings. This kind of therapy is very popular among the patients, but You have to be careful about empathizing too much, lest you put yourself in it..."

He habitually commented in the middle, and realized that he had started to repeat the old habit of nagging, and quickly turned back: "So...the direction they searched should not include details other than these parties."

Ling Su lowered his shoulders, looked at the trace of destruction hidden in the corner of the wall with Zhuang Die, stretched out his hand and groped carefully twice.

The plan of the person involved was very careful, and it seemed that they planned to learn from many prison escape movies, but they were too careful, so that many methods were abandoned halfway.

The result of this is that there are many marks carved by hammers and chisels on the walls and floors, but the actual progress is only less than half wider than the gaps in the floor.

"He still has to read poems, and he won't have much time to dig holes."

Ling Su recalled the contents of the information, and speculated based on the situation in front of him: "He acted very cautiously. He actually didn't want to be sued for violating the regulations. But he couldn't control himself. Once he finished writing the poem, he had to read it out..."

According to the information provided by Wu Li, the client was forcibly sent to a psychological counseling institution by his family.

The situation of the client is actually not uncommon among clients—refusing to go out, shutting himself in the room all day to write poems, and after finishing writing, he continued to submit articles to various publishing houses, but every time he failed.

Because he was obsessed with writing poetry, he was absent-minded in doing other things, and he was fired from each job after a short time. His wife was completely disheartened and took the child back to her natal home.

Every time after being sent for treatment, the person concerned would actually come to his senses and change his past, lock the paper and pen in the drawer, and vowed to calm down and work hard, so that his wife and son would forgive and accept him again.

But this state can't last long every time.

For at most two months, the person concerned would intensify his rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find paper and pens, even thinking about writing poems while sleeping, and the life that had finally returned to normal was once again tossed into a mess...

"The more you suppress it, the stronger the thought actually becomes, and it gets worse every time you lose control - many people who quit drinking will have more crazily revenge drinking weeks or even months later, but it may not be entirely because of self-control. Insufficient strength."

Ling Su said: "He himself can no longer control this kind of behavior. What is needed at this time is not understanding and empathy, but precisely the projection that should go back to the early relationship."

"This is likely to be an overcompensating psychological defense mechanism, linked to traumatic memories in early life."

Ling Su tapped the wall twice, then withdrew his hand: "Focus on his various age groups, understand the fierce conflicts he experienced while growing up, maybe we can find the root of the problem."

The bald-headed consultant squatted on the other side of the wall, slapped his forehead vigorously, wanted to thank him, then quickly covered his mouth, and only tapped the wall three times.

Ling Su smiled, and stopped talking when he clicked.

The consciousness that has been kicked out of the hotel, the only way to go is to return to reality.

Perhaps because the client had been to this hotel, his paranoid consciousness stayed in the undisturbed room, and his life returned to normal for a short time.

But the good times don't last long. As long as that part of consciousness breaks free from the shackles of the dream, the person involved will continue to fall into endless struggle and entanglement.

Since it is a problem in reality, we still have to start from reality. I am afraid that this dream alone is not enough to count on.

……

Zhuang Die raised his head, and the little curly hair rubbed his shoulder again: "Captain, after the task is over, I will go to your room to read."

Ling Su touched the tip of his nose, and pressed the corner of his mouth that was a little unconscious.

He folded his arms and began to plan enthusiastically: "Okay... why don't you apply to Lao Song and tear down the wall between us."

The feeling of going back and forth through the wall in the hotel is really good. From all aspects, it is much more convenient than going out and then entering the door, and the space can be a lot more generous.

When the time comes, he will be writing his self-criticism in front of the computer, Zhuang Die will be reading on the bed, and all he needs to do is look up when he wants to meet.

Seeing that the thoughts in his mind tended to continue to spread endlessly, Ling Su put his mind back and returned to the topic: "How can I make the hole bigger? Can a screwdriver remove it?"

"No, this is not a mechanical creation."

Zhuang Die squatted in the corner, he just thought of this, and had already tried it: "You can use the screwdriver as a tool to continue to expand the damage surface."

——To describe it more generally, it is actually to poke a piece of wood with a screwdriver, and then pry all the pieces of wood apart.

Although a screwdriver specially used to screw screws and remove mechanical artifacts may not be happy, but when you hold a screwdriver in your hand and there is a hole in front of you, it is difficult for someone to control their hand and not to poke the screwdriver in. try……

This is the same as seeing a long straight wooden stick, it is difficult for someone not to pick it up and play it twice while dubbing.

The bald-headed consultant squatted on the other side. He just understood what the two men were going to do. He was embarrassed to come out of the wall again, and knocked on the wall worriedly: "Wait a minute...is it okay to do this?"

"It doesn't matter." Zhuang Die nodded. "Except for reciting poems, the remaining thinking ability and action ability of the client in 207 should be normal. He must have discovered something before he did this."

Zhuang Die took out the Hell Lava baseball bat and tried it, but found that it was not very convenient, so he replaced it with a small hammer, and tapped the tip of the screwdriver against the wood twice: "It's just that he was kicked out before he could finish it." Out of the hotel..."

"It's easy for you to be kicked out of the hotel like this, right?"

The bald consultant was inexplicably nervous: "Or did you plan to do this?"

By this point, the others have also realized the easiest way to return the card and leave the hotel forever.

Just put together fifty complaints.

The boys in charge of Professor Du and the middle-aged man who recited poems were all because they seriously disturbed other residents. After accumulating fifty complaints, their room cards were confiscated, and they could no longer return to this hotel. entangled in endlessly.

And Professor Du himself has been arguing with Brain Flower for so long, and he has probably been complained countless times without knowing it.

"Once you are kicked out of the hotel, you may never come back."

The bald-headed consultant reminded: "Old Du is probably because of this, so the second dream failed, leaving the student's shadow in the hotel... You also have the consciousness of team members and are still stuck here?"

In the past few days in the hotel, the bald consultant also saw many black shadows lingering in the hotel, all of which were the consciousness left here by the main body.

While he was talking, he couldn't help blushing: "And we—our thinking is not very clear, and we may have to rely on your help..."

"Don't worry." Seeing that he was having a hard time speaking, Ling Su thoughtfully took over the conversation, "Our mission is to deal with the Dream Realm, so we won't let it go."

The bald consultant finally breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little uncomfortable, shutting his mouth blushingly.

"We won't be kicked out either."

Zhuang Die was still concentrating on tapping, and seeing that the two of them had almost talked, he added a sentence without raising his head.

The bald consultant was stunned for a moment: "Why? This is obviously a violation, right? The hotel has banned it..."

"It's a violation." Zhuang Die nodded, "But it's room 207 that's being complained about."

Zhuang Die added: "I live in Room 527, and the captain is in Room 421."

Bald consultant: "..."

The other party's words to disentangle the relationship were both skilled and completely reasonable, and he couldn't even find anything to say for a while, listening to the blatant knocking on the wall with complicated emotions, he touched his forehead.

Ling Su squatted on the side, he was quickly persuaded by Zhuang Die, and eagerly took the screwdriver: "It makes sense."

Although the residents of 207 have been expelled from the hotel, no one has stipulated that empty rooms cannot be complained about.

And since the residents of 207 no longer live in the room, it is not considered "unauthorized entry", after all, the people who can decide whether to allow or not are no longer here...

Ling Su patted Zhuang Die's shoulder lightly, and signaled him to take the shadow to the next room to avoid it first, to ensure that nothing would happen: "Give me 2 minutes."

Zhuang Die frowned, and was about to speak when Ling Su quickly moved over and touched the tip of his nose.

The touch of a dragonfly touching the water was particularly strange, Zhuang Die's breathing was slightly stagnant, the little curly hair on the top of his head curled up a little involuntarily, and he looked up at Ling Su.

The latter looked at him seriously, didn't speak but just smiled, the smile in his eyes was so strong that it was about to overflow.

Zhuang Die stood there in a little confusion, took his pulse, and Ling Su unconsciously took what was in his hand, and gently pushed it across the wall with his arms around his shoulders.

Ling Su rolled up his cuffs and saw that the shadow was following Zhuang Die, so he squatted down and aimed at the hole.

……

The sound of demolition from the corner was fast and even, and the technique was very professional no matter how you look at it. It is unknown how many jobs Ling Su had worked after being exiled by this profession.

The bald consultant walked back and forth a few steps, then looked out the door again.

He looked at Zhuang Die who was squatting motionless by the wall, but couldn't help waving, and asked in a low voice, "How long have you been working with him?"

Zhuang Di raised his head.

Strictly speaking, he has not been in the team for a long time, and he is still a rookie in the team.

Zhuang Die looked at the partner next to the bald-headed consultant. Driven by an inexplicable competitive spirit, he still forcibly converted the cooperation time into seconds: "It's been a long time."

"No wonder." The bald consultant nodded.

In fact, he also felt that the two of them must have been cooperating for a long time, but he had to help him with the things he had already promised: "Well... Yan Xun asked me to give you this."

No matter how you say it, it's not appropriate to say such things in front of the captain.

The bald-headed consultant pinched the job invitation with a particularly generous salary, and signaled Zhuang Die to go a little further with him, and then explained in a low voice: "I just passed on a message to him, and he thinks you are very talented..."

Zhuang Die glanced at the invitation letter.

He roughly guessed the content above, thanked him, and walked over on his own initiative.

The bald consultant was stunned.

Already ready to be rejected by the other party, seeing Zhuang Die's reaction, the bald consultant not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but was even more uncomfortable: "Well, you don't—"

In the next second, the other hand has already pulled the invitation letter away.

Zhuang Die's hands were always behind his back.

He turned his head to look at Ling Su who was hurrying over, the little curly hair swayed energetically, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

"Let me take a look." Ling Su glanced down, "Salary...treatment...okay, got it."

Ling Su put the confiscated invitation letter into his pocket.

He had already finished digging the hole, and greeted the bald consultant with a nod. He took the team members who were almost poached away, and walked to the corner together.

Ling Su lowered his head and discussed in a low voice: "Don't be too arrogant... Threatening Lao Song with this, let us two smash the wall, it's okay, right?"

"No problem." Zhuang Die nodded earnestly, "It can also make the deputy captain no longer pursue the snack street."

Ling Su had almost forgotten about this matter, and when he reminded him, he punched his palm: "Yes."

In order to poach Zhuang Die, Yan Xun gave him a very generous treatment and a very generous salary.

Ling Su decided to take the invitation letter back, enlarged it into size four, made a copy, and pasted it on Vice Captain Song's desk.

Zhuang Die reminded: "The sofa in the reception room can also be moved back."

"It's okay to put it there, and buy a new one later."

Ling Su compared the salary standard, and took out a small calculator from his pocket: "Let me see, what else can I add at this price..."

……

The bald consultant was completely unaware of the development of the situation, and stood there dumbfounded, looking at each other with his partner.

"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged partner murmured in a low voice, "Yan Xun's side...doesn't it look hopeless? How do we go back there?"

The bald consultant rubbed his forehead: "Just tell him that the other party accepted the invitation letter, very happy, and said he would consider it..."

More than thinking about it, listening to the crisp mechanical sound of the calculator being pressed quickly, the captain has already taken the lead in thinking about how many pairs of slippers to buy.

The bald consultant was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"Leave them alone, no one else can dig them out in this situation."

The bald consultant took the initiative to walk to the other side of the wall, squatted down and approached the corner: "Let's take a look at the hole our client didn't finish. I heard the movement from Captain Ling, and I seemed to be taken aback just now..."

After digging out the hole completely, Ling Su was completely silent for at least three seconds before rushing to rescue his team member who was being targeted.

The bald consultant couldn't help being curious. He was fully prepared, held his breath, and leaned over to take a closer look.

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged partner was startled, "What can I see?"

He originally thought that Ling Su was too young and hadn't seen many scary scenes.Seeing that his partner was also silently standing there, he finally realized that something was wrong, and felt a little uneasy for no reason.

The bald-headed consultant was silent for a moment, frowned and shook his head, propped himself up on the ground and straightened up.

The middle-aged partner stretched out his hand to help him, and he himself went to look at the hole Ling Su dug, but was suddenly stunned when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

... He saw the front desk of the hotel.

This perspective is very odd.

Everything in front of them seemed to be magnified many times, and the direction of observation became from the inside to the outside——from this perspective, they saw clearly the repeater NPC standing at the counter in charge of check-in for the first time.

The man's body was made of wood, and his movements were as stiff as a marionette.

Holding a small brush in his hand, the puppet is pulling apart the numbered wooden grids one by one, cleaning each grid spotlessly.

When they first entered the hotel, like Zhuang Die, they noticed the strangely shaped counter at the front desk.

There are a large number of maroon wooden squares inlaid with copper pull rings on all sides of the counter. The inner box can be pulled out, and the serial number is written on it.

From this perspective, those wooden grids are unbelievably large, as if——

The bald consultant and his partner looked at each other, and they both came up with the same guess, and the reason why Ling Su was stunned for three seconds was probably because he realized it.

They are not in a "hotel".

After checking in, everyone never left the counter.

And what they entered along different stairs were the wooden squares with serial numbers of unknown purpose piled up on all sides of the counter.