don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The puppet paced the counter.

Everyone in the hotel heard something at the same time.

The sound seemed to come from the center of the hotel. It was not harsh, but rather neat and orderly.It's more like some kind of slight crash that follows a definite pattern and is completely meticulous.

Wipe down counters, organize sweeping utensils, check cleaning brushes and bamboo brooms.

Organize empty rooms and recycled key cards.

The wooden knuckles knocked on each wooden grid, counting the number of grids one by one, making a sound of "duk, duk", which became more clear in the gradually quiet space.

It was a knock on the door that was so weird that it only sounded in dreams.

"96, 97, 98..."

Zhuang Die listened to the knocking sound from far and near, and looked up at Yan Xun: "Is this hotel not fully open?"

Yan Xun was stunned: "What?"

"It's not important at the moment." Zhuang Die shook his head, "I need your assistance to disperse the shadows."

Yan Xun was overwhelmed, nodded and agreed: "No problem."

Even if Zhuang Die didn't bring up this matter, Yan Xun would lead people to try to evacuate those shadows who don't have complete self-awareness.

Although it is not possible to conduct a detailed screening for the time being, every shadow in this hotel has been complete.

They may not really want to disappear - some just want to hide occasionally and want to be a little farther away from reality; some are just a little lazy and want to stop and rest for a while.Just a flash of thought, and they are all trapped in these grids that seem to never have an exit.

"Everyone is hiding in the farthest room, is there no way to achieve it?"

Yan Xun looked at the model built by Zhuang Tie: "Just keep moving frequently, and switch to the next room in time before cleaning that room..."

"No." Zhuang Die shook his head bluntly, "Puppets are also tenants, not machines."

Yan Xun frowned, and immediately understood what Zhuang Die meant: "...I see."

Before entering this hotel, Yan Xun was actually very firm in his philosophy.

He has always believed that as long as the number of samples is large enough, the factors considered are comprehensive enough, and the procedures are precise enough, it will eventually be possible to measure and evaluate people entirely with numbers.

In reality, his psychological counseling agency is indeed verifying this point—the machine has no likes and dislikes, will not be disturbed by any subjective factors, and will not be restricted by the internal thinking of various schools, so it can formulate the most suitable counseling strategy for visitors.

Until now, seeing these shadows stranded in the hotel with his own eyes, Yan Xun finally realized that he seemed to have completely underestimated the uncertainty of everyone.

"It makes sense... Even with the repeater, the puppet will not completely clean up according to the pre-set process."

The bald-headed consultant also figured this out: "If we spread out, we can still be less conspicuous. Once we get together in a room, most of the puppet can't help but clean up that grid first..."

This is the same as cleaning the room in peacetime.

If the whole room is in an even mess, just tidy it up step by step, place by place.

But if there is a place that is insanely messy, shocking, and it is difficult not to pay attention to it... If you don’t roll up your sleeves and clean up the place first, few people can leave willingly and just wipe a piece first. A little dust on the glass.

But in this way, the difficulty can be imagined.

Under limited movement conditions, it is necessary to avoid danger in time and at the same time ensure that there are not too many people in each room, which is no less than playing a large three-dimensional time-limited escape digital Huarongdao.

The middle-aged consultant looked at Zhuang Die, and swallowed back the uneasy question, but his heart was still a little beating.

"We will do our best to cooperate with you."

Yan Xun said: "It should not be a big problem, most people are sober."

Zhuang Die nodded.

He had already started concentrating on deducing a suitable route, raised his hand to mark the safe house in the first round, and reminded: "There should be no more than three people in each room, even shadows."

Yan Xun agreed, and whispered a few words into the microphone.

Having worked in the association, Yan Xun's dream management organization is relatively formal. When he went to the front desk just now, he had already distributed temporary communication tools in the dream to others.

He looked at Ling Su at the side, fell silent for a moment, then took out two sets of microphones and handed them over.

Ling Su reached out to take it: "Thank you."

"You are the taskers who are directly responsible for 'Cocoon', and you have more equipment than us." Yan Xun shook his head, "You are using this to help us."

He still didn't like Ling Su, but one size counts for another. Under such circumstances, Yan Xun himself was not sure of getting out smoothly, let alone trying to get everyone out.

The bald consultant told him just now that Zhuang Die had already accepted the invitation letter, and he didn't know how the other party thought about it - if Zhuang Die himself really wanted to work in a private organization, he could actually give him a better salary...

In any case, it is not the time to think about these until you are completely out of danger.

Yan Xun regained his composure.

An hour was not enough time, so he left the room quickly without further delay.

……

Wu Li raised his head and looked around nervously.

Everyone else had already evacuated, and even the black shadow who followed Zhuang Die was temporarily taken away by Yan Xun and placed in one of the safe houses.

In room 207, only he, Ling Su, and Zhuang Die are left for the time being.

"that……"

Wu Li swallowed, and asked cautiously, "Is it okay if we just stay here?"

He hadn't been so nervous for a long time, even though it was just a shadow, he could still hear his own rapid heartbeat in a trance.

As time passed bit by bit, Wu Li already felt the unique torment during the few minutes when the preparatory bell rang while sitting in the examination room, but the invigilator did not hand out the papers.

"The viewing angle is the best here."

Zhuang Die turned the cube: "There are only two people in Room 103, and there is still time to go there."

Wu Li shook his head without hesitation, he didn't want to go through the wall now: "No, no, I'm just asking..."

He noticed that Zhuang Die seemed to be still constructing other squares, shut his mouth and tried to bear it for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Isn't there only 27 rooms, what are the rest?"

"The counter." Zhuang Die said, "When I was at the front desk, I noticed that the serial numbers were written on them with a black paint pen."

Compared with the exquisite wooden counter, those handwritings are a bit too scribbled, it seems that they are just temporary marks with numbers for easy management.

In addition to the rooms currently open to the public, there are actually a large number of unused wooden lattices at the counter that have not yet been opened.

Those wooden grids were also cleaned very cleanly, but they were all closed. It seemed that they were hastily closed before they could be activated and welcome their own tenants.

"These are actually rooms too?" Wu Li understood Zhuang Die's meaning, and his heart tightened, "If the horsepower is fully turned on, how many people can it hold?"

He looked around and couldn't help saying: "This kind of place, whoever is pulled here, has to leave something behind..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a very clear "click".

As if a certain switch was pressed, the entire hotel stopped at the same moment, so quiet that a needle could be heard.

In the nearly stagnant air, only the puppet's approaching sound could be heard.

"here we go."

Ling Su was always watching the action of the puppet through the gap. He half-kneeled on the ground, leaning on the wall with one hand, speaking quickly: "Room 315, Room 420, 423, 313..."

Wu Li's expression changed instantly.

At the other end of the microphone, hearing Ling Su's voice, the hearts of the others also sank violently.

The style of this "big cleaning" is probably far more irritable than they imagined.

"Do you want to move?" The hypnotist was in room 424. He was already sweating when he heard the sound of wooden boxes clinking close at hand. "The sound seems to be getting closer..."

Zhuang Die sat cross-legged on the ground and shook his head: "There is no rush."

He let all the cubes spread out and float around, completely substituting himself into the puppet's action logic: "209, separate a person to move to 103, the passage is under the desk. 424 keep quiet, the puppet is paying attention to you."

"Change from 525 to 422, it's safe now, the passage is at the wall on your left."

"101, pay attention to the floor joints. You need to go through 204 to 310. The passage of 204 is directly opposite the bed."

"527 to 421, the passage is on the toilet tank, be careful, there is half a slipper there."

"Be gentle, don't be in a hurry." Zhuang Die looked at his backstage, and Ling Su had already directly transmitted the observed picture, "The wooden box No. 315 has been put back. 424 can go through now, the passage is under the bed, Be careful not to go wrong..."

The instructions he gave were always clear and clear, without any redundant words, and his tone was calm and unwavering.

Everyone was still full of anxiety at the beginning, but they shifted a few times according to what Zhuang Die said, and when they stopped again, they were half surprised and half surprised in each other's eyes.

Several times, the sound of twitching the wooden box was so close that it seemed to be right next to my ears.They almost thought that they were doomed, but the puppet passed them mysteriously, as if they had agreed with Zhuang Die.

There were also times when the room they were in seemed safe no matter what, but just after completing the transfer according to Zhuang Die's request, they just watched the last wooden box being pulled out.

……

After completing a round of instructions, Zhuang Die took the time to raise his head: "Captain."

He chose to stay in room 207 because it was in the lower left corner of the counter—and the puppet was right-handed, and of all the squares, this was the easiest to temporarily ignore.

The puppet had already pulled out the inner boxes of other wooden grids and turned them over once. It turned around in the counter and found the fish that slipped through the net. The sound of footsteps was approaching them.

Ling Su nodded, got up from the gap in the corner, and walked over quickly.

Zhuang Die propped himself up on the ground and stood up, but suddenly there was a sharp buzzing in his ears.

The sense of dizziness invaded his consciousness without warning, covering him briefly for a few seconds.

Ling Su stretched out his arm in time to catch him firmly: "Tired?"

Zhuang Die frowned and shook his head slightly.

Ling Su didn't let go of his hand at all, and directly picked him up, motioned for Wu Li to follow, and quickly moved back to room 313.

Behind them, the puppet pulled out wooden box No. 207, dumped it several times, and put it back again.

After completing the first step of cleaning, the puppet took the rag and threw it in the water a few times, pouring a whole basin of water out of the counter.

The basin of water instantly flooded the front desk of the entire hotel.

The turbulent water swirls and overflows every corner, even the wooden beams of the roof are not spared.

Only the inner boxes that were put back into the wooden lattice were spared. Every corner of the hotel was washed by the intense water flow, completely removing all the floating ash.

Seeing this scene, the few people who were still thinking of luck and looking for an opportunity to rush out the door and hide along the stairs to the front desk also suddenly felt a deep fear, and looked at each other in silence.

No wonder those corridors and stairwells were just a cover-if they had left the room at that time, I am afraid that even if they wanted to enter the room to hide now, they would no longer have the chance to regret it.

In the turbulent water flow, the puppet began to carefully wipe each wooden grid with a rag.

Everything returned to a brief calm.

……

Ling Su knelt down by the bed, put his arms around Zhuang Die, and touched his forehead.

"It doesn't matter." Zhuang Die shook his head, "This kind of deduction is very simple and not tiring at all..."

Several uncontrollable coughs came from the earphones.

Ling Su was dumbfounded, put his hand close to Zhuang Die's ear, temporarily turned off Little Curly's microphone, and then turned off his own: "I know."

The puppet will probably have to wipe the wooden lattice for a while, and will continue to clean the interior of the room after the water recedes.

Ling Su opened Zhuang Die's background and checked the value of mental power.

Zhuang Die did not try to be brave, and this level of deduction did not consume much for him. Up to now, his health bar is still above 70%.

The reason why he suddenly felt dizzy was because "Cocoon" detected that the Beta wave in the tasker's brainwaves responsible for cognitive reasoning and calculation was highly active, and automatically turned on the mental power gain mode,

For most people, this automatic assistance mode is very useful, and can effectively improve the level of concentration and problem-solving when necessary.

It's just that when it comes to Zhuang Die, this function is inevitably a bit tasteless.

"Remember to check the backstage frequently." Ling Su rubbed his dizzy little curly hair, lowered his head and smiled, and then recommended himself, "Can you help me recover blood?"

Zhuang Die was only briefly dizzy for a few seconds, and now he doesn't feel uncomfortable, but he still couldn't help but feel a little moved: "Why?"

Ling Su raised his head and looked at Wu Li in the corner friendly.

The latter hugged the table legs in a daze for two seconds, then suddenly realized, quickly turned off his microphone, and inexplicably found a corner to squat in.

Captain Ling nodded in satisfaction, sat down on the bed, wrapped the team members in his arms, and covered Zhuang Die's eyes with one hand.

He still pays attention to the movement of the puppet, and will immediately remind Zhuang Die to pay attention to the puppet's movement, and his body is also ready to deal with any sudden crisis.

But his whole person looks like lazy again.

"Relax, take a deep breath, and think about the near future."

Ling Su covered Zhuang Die's eyes, and said slowly, "...For example, tomorrow."

"For example, tomorrow, I might not be able to resist stealing you out of the sleeping cabin and taking you out of the office."

"For example, tomorrow, I want to take you to my house to see if there is anything missing."

"For example, I may not want your rent, but I really want to take you home..."

Ling Su thought about it for a while, and described the scene very rigorously: "Wear the same style of soft-soled slippers, take a shower before twelve o'clock and dry your hair, but there is only one bed."