don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Captain Ling's background vibrated wildly, and three warning messages from "Cocoon" jumped out without any suspense.

Ling Su: "..."

Zhuang Die was still listening carefully, but suddenly there was no more text: "Captain?"

He thought for a while, and added to Ling Su's plan: "We can have instant noodles at night, and my cooking skills seem to have improved again recently."

Ling Su had just finished three times of silence, nodded immediately, and agreed without hesitation: "No problem. I'll go buy a bowl, you like—"

He was about to take advantage of the trend to pull out what kind of bowl the little curly hair liked, and watched as a more stern reminder popped up in the background, and the single ban time was upgraded from three seconds to five seconds.

……

Although it is said that machines cannot have the same emotions as humans, Ling Su always feels that "Cocoon" is targeting him.

The number of copies of the review doubled for no reason.Ling Su switched pages back and forth, searched the entire backstage but couldn't find a appeal button, and couldn't figure it out anyway: "It shouldn't be..."

"I like it." Zhuang Die said suddenly.

When Ling Su said this, he lost his voice again, and Zhuang Die completed the context by himself based on logic.

He looked up and said, "I like this plan. Captain, I want to go to your house."

Ling Su paused.

Zhuang Die had already rested, took Ling Su's hand that was covering his eyes, and moved away a little: "Captain?"

"It's okay." Ling Su quickly came back to his senses, and put the matter of appealing out of the blue, "Me too."

His expression this time was extremely cautious, and the filter of "Cocoon" was scanned back and forth several times, but he couldn't find any loopholes.

Ling Su vaguely found the trick, rubbed the little curly hair on his shoulders in satisfaction, and moved his wrist: "Okay, it's time to go to work again."

The puppet had finished wiping the latticework and was rummaging around the counter for the right size cleaning brush.

Inside and outside the counter, the turbulent water has gradually returned to calm and is slowly receding.

Ling Su stood up, dragged out a huge cleaning brush from under the table, and while the puppet turned to look for it, pushed it across the wall without a trace.

"..." Wu Li squatted in the corner, watching his actions in disbelief: "Why is the brush here?!"

Ling Su monitored the puppet's movements, confirmed that the other party had not moved, and then walked back to the bedside slowly: "When I pulled you from under the puppet's rag, they came along together."

He opened the panel and adjusted the monitoring angle: "This is the smallest size. A slightly larger model has a brush head comparable to that of a normal adult male. First, it is difficult to use, and second, it is too obvious."

Wu Li opened his mouth, his voice weak: "Ah..."

"Didn't you want to ask this?" Ling Su glanced at him and changed his answer, "Because I want to be a little lazy."

This kind of thinking is very reasonable-for a puppet who is diligent in cleaning and has a strong need for tidiness, it is necessary to stop and solve the problem before he can continue to work with peace of mind. .

Of course, the time to hide the brush also can't last too long.It's best to control the puppet to the extent that you can't find it no matter what, but when you look back, you find that it is right in front of you.

If the puppet is the kind of character who will get angry because he can't find something, and search all the places out of control, the time delay is too long, but it will trigger an unnecessary crisis.

……

After hearing Ling Su's explanation, Wu Li suddenly felt a little complicated.

"so."

He couldn't help thinking: "Those things in my dormitory that I couldn't find no matter what, I turned around and found them on the desktop..."

"It's okay, don't clean up." Ling Su answered, "If you hear abnormal noises in the drawers and wardrobe, it may be that someone is trying to escape."

Wu Li nodded subconsciously: "Oh, good."

He had already promised twice, and was about to write it down, when he suddenly realized that this person was talking about himself: "..."

On the other side, Ling Su had already turned on his and Zhuang Die's microphones again.

He gestured with Zhuang Die, and his relaxed expression returned to seriousness. He walked to the wall and continued to monitor the puppet's actions.

Zhuang Die readjusted the three-dimensional model, confirmed the number of people and the new route, and marked the complete trajectory of the puppet's last round.

Wu Li looked back and forth for a long time.

He really didn't know where he could cause trouble, so he hugged his knees alone and changed to a favorite corner.

……

In the communication channel, a group of people who had just escaped the catastrophe were also unable to help at all, and were chatting happily in bitterness.

"We're here to find the quarrelsome twist in room 424."

The person in charge of a detective agency sighed: "I hope that after this dream is over, we won't quarrel too."

They obviously also heard the quarrel last night, and watched their targets leave the hotel in a ball: "According to your classification, the client should be regarded as a borderline personality... This is not the first time he has come to this dream." gone."

Unlike the situation of most of the parties involved, the residents of Room 424 are not fixed, and their living conditions have not improved much in reality.

The hotel will provide each new guest with two room cards. If there are still old residents in the room, they will also ask the other party to bring the disposable items of the day.

Most people will not make full use of these two room cards, because the part of consciousness that leaves the hotel may not come back, and the part that is forced to stay tries to get out, and one side will always prevail in the end.

As for the residents of Room 424, the two parts of consciousness are evenly matched, and neither is willing to admit the other, but neither can completely win over the other.

After about a few days, the person's personality will change without warning in the dream, torturing himself and those around him to exhaustion.

"It's not entirely the hotel's fault."

The bald consultant answered: "Even if there is no such dream, and the consciousness is not stripped, the self-awareness and impression of this type of personality will change frequently. It is better to receive treatment in time."

"That's what we suggested too." The person in charge said with a wry smile, "but only half of the parties agreed, and the other half was hard to convince and was very hostile to us..."

At this point, no one is planning to hide anything.They have used this time to exchange information and sort out the situation of most of the guests in the hotel.

Somewhat counterintuitively, even for those consciousnesses that have left the hotel and have not been entangled, the better life is not the vast majority.

It's just that those help-seekers whose quality of life has improved significantly but declined rapidly in a short period of time, they and the people around them feel this abnormality more clearly, so they are more inclined to actively seek professional institutions.

And the rest of the more parties, or did not care about the changes in themselves, just thought that they were too tired recently, and their mood and state were affected; or although they felt unspeakable sadness, the people around them and their family They were all very relieved... so they had no choice but to keep silent and let the situation get worse.

"Even if it's the part I want to give up, it's not necessarily the part I don't like..."

The hypnotist muttered something in a low voice, and couldn't help feeling: "It's really tangled. If this kind of thing is judged by the program, I'm afraid there will be problems."

As he spoke, he looked up subconsciously.

Yan Xun did not participate in the discussion, and sat in the corner without saying a word, as if thinking about something.

"Indeed."

In the communication channel, the person in charge of another organization answered: "I was still thinking, since it's so dangerous here, it's better to escape in advance, anyway, the part of the consciousness left in the hotel will eventually be 'cleaned up' 'clean……"

He patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "Now it seems that doing this is just a temporary solution, and no one can be sure how much hidden danger will be buried."

"It's more than that." The detective who spoke before said again, "It was you who escaped, but it may not be you now."

The man was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"The part of your consciousness that you are talking to us now is actually already in the entanglement of 'should you go out', and it is more likely to be the part that is left behind."

The detective explained: "As for the part of consciousness that escaped, it won't thank you or miss you too much. It just feels that I was determined enough to escape from the hotel."

The detective paused, and added: "From another perspective, if more people do this, our difficulty will be doubled, and it will definitely not be as smooth as before..."

They had already discovered this in the previous round.

A complete natural person and a part of the incomplete consciousness that has been stripped out also cooperate with Zhuang Die's command and action, but there is an obvious gap in efficiency.

It is conceivable that the greater the number of the latter, the hindrance and interference to the action will only increase exponentially.

At that time, no matter how timely and accurate the instructions given by Zhuang Die are, they are likely to lose their positions due to untimely cooperation.

"Who on earth spread the rumor that apart from the internal staff of "Cocoon", the rest of the lower-level teams are laymen?"

Someone couldn't help but said: "The person who said this is not trying to confuse us, should he cooperate with the special incident handling team in advance?"

"It's hard to say." The detective rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes. "According to reliable sources, I heard that someone has handed over an invitation letter..."

"What reliable source of information... Didn't your information come from corners?"

"Never underestimate the corner of the wall. Besides, didn't you steal the floor to listen to other people's lectures?"

"Okay, let's not say a few words, the puppet is almost done with its preparations... Strange, was there a brush there before?"

"What brush?"

"It's right behind the puppet, it seems like there wasn't one just now..."

The speaker was looking carefully at the hole when he suddenly heard two knocks on the communication channel, and immediately stopped talking.

The other people who were talking in low voices also quickly quieted down, holding their breath and getting ready.

"This time the speed will be faster than before, and several sets of instructions may be given at the same time."

Zhuang Die withdrew his hand, he looked at the monitoring screen and said: "According to the puppet's behavior logic and props preparation, there is a high probability that each wooden grid will not be sorted in order, but will choose a more efficient unified assembly line... 207 through the ceiling Go to 316. 204 take the floor, which leads to 101."

He originally wanted to explain the principle, but seeing that the time was not enough, he had no choice but to give up: "Move from 419 to 525. On the contrary, it is the wall on your right."

While talking, Zhuang Die stood up, pushed his head back into the wall, which was on the wrong side under nervousness, and signaled Wu Li to go to 204 first: "Captain."

Ling Su nodded, he had already got up and walked back quickly, and moved the location with Zhuang Die.

This time the deduction needs to be more concentrated, and Zhuang Die put all his attention on the monitoring screen and the rotating three-dimensional model.

He handed over his whole body to Ling Su, and let the other party pull him back and forth between different rooms: "Keep moving, don't stop... 424 assigns one person to 423, and another one to 317. 527 points Go to 526 alone. 420 is silent for five seconds, try to stick to the wall, the puppet has noticed you."

With previous experience, although the time was tighter this time, everyone quickly caught up with the rhythm.

Zhuang Die also stopped giving the route in detail for the time being, and only gave extra reminders when someone went wrong, and spent more time on mobilizing personnel to change positions.

These wooden boxes have been emptied, and there is no furniture in the room for the time being, only six empty wooden sides.

The advantage of this is that the concept of direction will not be disturbed as frequently as before, but it also has a very significant disadvantage-even three people in a room that has been completely emptied are conspicuous enough to be easily cleaned away by puppets as dust.

Zhuang Die can only frequently direct the crowd to move, trying to adjust most of the people to the blind spot of the puppet's perspective.If it is really impossible to adjust, they will be spread out as much as possible, so as not to attract the attention of the puppets.

While he kept giving new instructions, the terrifyingly large cleaning brush in the puppet's hand was also working meticulously, carefully cleaning every wooden box that was pulled out.

This is the most troublesome part of the whole transfer.

Although there is an obsession that a complete set of brushes and cleaning tools must be prepared before starting work, but in the actual cleaning process, the puppets are not so rigorous. In fact, they do not clean one by one according to a fixed process.

He found that there was dust running around in the wooden grid, and he happened to stand in front of a certain wooden grid when changing the brush, which would affect his sorting order.

Rather than treating cleaning as a job, puppetry regards this activity as a once-a-month relaxation time, enjoying the process of thoroughly cleaning every detail...

"One person from 310 and 313 goes to 419, and one person from 316 goes to 422. If there is a shadow and cannot act independently, someone must take care of it and guide it. Let me know in time."

Zhuang Die supported the earphones and listened to the feedback from several rooms at the same time: "One person from 209 goes to 318, there are shadows there now, exchange one back. 419 goes to 310, everyone from 313 immediately goes to 419..."

In room 313, Yan Xun was about to leave, but found that the black shadow was still standing there in a daze.

Seeing that the entire room was forcibly emptied, the black shadow seemed to have been touched by a certain deep memory, and his originally calm body twisted uncontrollably.

Yan Xun walked over quickly, trying to pull the black shadow away, but was also pulled by the suction and fell to the same place.

The black shadow struggled in pain, growling in an uncharacteristically vague manner, completely unable to see the cooperation that was almost flattering to anyone before, and even tried to stop the puppet's movements beyond its capabilities.

"This is not reality, let's go!" Yan Xun said anxiously, "This place is very dangerous!"

The black shadow stared at the empty room with empty eyes, and suddenly curled up tightly again, with a low whimper in his throat.

Yan Xun couldn't care much, he forcibly pulled the black shadow out of the corner and pushed it out.

The hypnotist leaned out half of his body, grabbed the black shadow, and dragged the black shadow to the opposite side of the wall: "Come here quickly! Be careful——"

Yan Xun stabilized his figure.

Because he was too close, he was also eroded by a small part of the shadow, and his mind seemed to be forced into a mess of emotions, with some chaotic and broken memories constantly flashing.

... He never thought it would be so painful.

The treatment process is launched by the machine based on a large number of cases and experience, as long as it is carried out step by step.

If the patient refuses to receive long-term intervention on time, or cannot adhere to the full course of treatment for some reason, it is naturally impossible for the established process to exert its due effect.

In psychological counseling institutions, this is just a negative case of ordinary intervention failure.

Yan Xun shook his head vigorously, forced himself to regain consciousness, and ran towards the wall.

At the same time, the puppet had already knocked on the wooden lattice one by one, and bent down to find the last fish that had slipped through the net that hadn't been cleaned up.

The room under Yan Xun's feet was slowly dragged.

"We're in a situation!" The hypnotist shouted loudly, his voice was already hoarse, "Room 313! What should we do? Is there a way..."

He looked at his partner in front of him, his eyes darkened with anxiety, and his heart was almost full of despair.

It's their own clients that have gone wrong.

Even if he trusted Zhuang Die blindly, the hypnotist knew very well that even Zhuang Die couldn't do anything in this situation...

The hypnotist's thoughts stopped abruptly.

The scene in front of him was so outrageous that before the hypnotist even had time to react, he was hit hard by the partner who suddenly accelerated and rushed straight, and they fell back into the safe house together.

Yan Xun himself didn't react at all.

He was dizzy from the fall, and he got up after a few seconds, looking at the inexplicably extra piece of banana peel under his feet.

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[Props: Banana peel for mischief. 】

[How to use: Eat the banana as quickly as possible, and then throw the skin out, it will find the target's hind feet by itself. 】