don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The puppet finished this round of work, carrying a full set of cleaning brushes, and left the empty room with satisfaction to wipe the furniture that had been poured out.

Yan Xun helped the hypnotist up, and the latter was also a little unresponsive, and rubbed the painful place: "This is... what's going on?"

"I'm not so sure either."

Yan Xun shook his head: "When he regained his senses, he was already flying."

Although the result was perfect, he, the hypnotist, and the black shadow escaped successfully, but the moment he flew out, Yan Xun still had a strong fear that he might break his tailbone uncontrollably.

"Thank you." Yan Xun guessed that Zhuang Die made a timely move, thanked him through the microphone, and couldn't help asking, "How did you do it?"

There was no response from the microphone.

Yan Xun frowned, he was a little worried, and whispered: "Your side—"

"everything is normal."

Zhuang Die's voice sounded: "Is everyone safe?"

Yan Xun was stunned: "It's safe, we are all out of danger."

"That's good." Zhuang Die reminded, "Everyone take a rest and find a chance to move to the outer room."

The voice in the microphone is still calm, and there seems to be no fluctuation due to the episode just now: "Try to spread out as much as possible, and don't get together."

Even at this time, the other party's tone was still as calm as before, obviously not affected by the critical situation just now.

Suddenly, Yan Xun felt a little ashamed, and he responded, helping the hypnotist who had fallen to his coccyx to stand up.

He took out the tissues that he carried with him, packed up the banana peel that was still intact and full of energy, swallowed all the words he wanted to ask, and walked to the corner of the room as he said.

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Room 207.

Zhuang Die turned off the microphone, then raised his hand and rubbed his cheek vigorously.

The props are delicious, but the face is a bit sour.

This is one of the prizes from the last thousand consecutive draws.After that, Zhuang Die never found a suitable target, so the banana was kept in the fresh-keeping layer of the backpack.

When he had nothing to do, Zhuang Die had studied the instructions in detail and mastered the rules of using the props.

The only thing that has not been fully considered is that the banana is so big.

"Is this thing so strong?"

Wu Li squatted beside him, his heart agitated, and he pressed his chest: "I usually don't respect this kind of fruit too much..."

I don't know if Zhuang Die did it on purpose. After going around a few times, they returned to the previous room, and room 313 where Yan Xun was in danger happened to be next door to them.

At the critical moment just now, seeing Zhuang Die actually take out a banana from his schoolbag, Wu Li even felt that someone in this space was crazy for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he watched in shock the entire process of Yan Xun gliding and taking off on a banana peel.

"It's a prop."

Zhuang Die took the water that Ling Su handed over, and took a few sips: "The threshold for use is very high."

When he noticed Yan Xun and Heiying's strangeness, he had already taken out the banana.

However, this kind of causality-level powerful props also has very strict rules in use: the skills attached to the banana peel will only take effect after the banana is completely "eaten", and it can only be used when the target person is in a state of motion. when used.

Therefore, Zhuang Die had to wait until Yan Xun really started running before he could find the right opportunity to throw the banana peel and give the opponent a pure straight line blast acceleration BUFF.

As for the task of chewing and swallowing a banana quickly within ten seconds, it is somewhat choking in terms of difficulty of completion.

Zhuang Diedo drank a few sips of water, put down his glass, and reached into his backpack to explore.

In the lottery description, it is clearly emphasized that this is not a one-time item-and it is indeed the case.

When Zhuang Die reopened the backpack and checked the item list in the background, he found that there was something more in the fresh-keeping layer that had been emptied just now.

He tried to grope for a while, and unsurprisingly, he touched a banana that was exactly the same as before.

Zhuang Die looked at Ling Su and nodded.

"It seems that it is an infinite item without CD... The asking price in the mall is at least five figures, and it may not be available for purchase."

Ling Su is very experienced, and helped him to mark on the item bar: "Is it consuming mental power?"

Zhuang Die shook his head: "My face is sour."

Compared to depleting mental power, this is not a very serious, but slightly distressing side effect.

Ling Su coughed lightly.

He raised his head and looked at the little curly who was trying to rub his face with his head buried in his head. He still pressed the corners of his mouth as hard as he could, and put his hands behind his back without any trace.

At this time, Ling Su really wanted to help his team members... But four consecutive warnings had already raised the monitoring level of "Cocoon", and it would take at least 24 hours to return to its original state.

Captain Ling, who has been crushed by the review, can't take this risk for the time being.

Ling Su sighed with deep regret, and put his hands in his pockets.

The puppet was obsessed with wiping the furniture, so he sneaked out a juicer and signaled to Zhuang Die, "Another way."

Zhuang Die's eyes brightened, and he took out a banana and handed it over.

Ling Su took the banana and peeled it neatly, took out the milk and ingredients, made a cup of banana milkshake, shook it evenly, and sprinkled a thick layer of crushed Oreos.

Wu Li squatting in the corner: "..."

"You can also make fried bananas and banana pie. If you give me enough time, you can actually use bananas to make toast and chiffon cake..."

Ling Su inserted the milkshake into the straw and handed it to Zhuang Die: "However, these are time-consuming and suitable for ambushes."

He looked at the monitor, and compared the time: "The peeled banana peel can exist independently for 3 minutes, and then disappears."

Zhuang Die nodded, took the milkshake, and carefully took notes on the props page in the background.

Ling Su's craftsmanship can indeed dominate the entire night market. Zhuang Die drank two mouthfuls of the rich and delicate milkshake, bit the straw lightly, and looked down at the fresh bananas that appeared again in the fresh-keeping layer.

It is conceivable that if he took out the banana and ate it now, or handed it over to the captain who can do everything, there would be a fourth or fifth banana in his backpack...

Zhuang Die didn't take out the banana immediately, he stopped in some idea related to the perpetual motion machine, and looked at Wu Li ponderingly.

Wu Li shuddered: "What's wrong?"

"How many bananas can you eat at most?" Zhuang Die asked.

"Ah?" Wu Li was stunned for a moment, "Five or six? This usually depends on the situation. I once ate a whole board of bananas because of extreme hunger on a weekend when I was too lazy to go downstairs to buy food..."

Zhuang Die shook his head: "Too little."

The effect that five or six banana peels can achieve is limited, and there is also a time limit for disappearing.Even if he and the captain join in and eat, it's still not enough to achieve the desired goal of keeping the puppet slipping and falling on the counter and unable to get up.

In addition, because the space ratio in this hotel is actually disordered, it is still unknown whether the wooden grid will be damaged after the puppet falls, and whether the entire "hotel" will collapse... these are still unknown.

To be on the safe side, Zhuang Di regretfully gave up this plan for the time being.

On the other side, Ling Su packed up his temporary milkshake booth, got up and walked back: "What are you thinking?"

"The puppet and the parrot are roommates, and there is a high probability that they were originally one."

Zhuang Die sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his head and asked, "In a dream, can a person also become an animal?"

"Yes." Ling Su nodded, "Especially animals with clear symbolic images combined with cultural background."

He counted with his fingers: "Birds, snakes, fish, dogs, wolves... Under the background of Western culture, horses are often seen in dreams, which are usually interpreted as a symbol of wild animal instinct."

In dreams, birds and flying usually symbolize freedom, which is not difficult to guess-but a bald parrot in a cage is obviously the complete opposite of this image.

Birdcages, parrots that can only learn tongues, and wings that cannot fly are all clear projections of some kind of oppression and imprisonment in the subconscious.

Most of the wooden people who gradually assimilated with the whole wooden grid have completely forgotten where they came from and where they went.Even though there was an exit in front of me, I never thought about stepping out of the counter and leaving through that door...

Ling Su briefly explained the occupants of Room 314 from the perspective of dream interpretation. Seeing that Zhuang Die was still silent, he was a little curious: "Is there anything missing?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Zhuang Die shook his head, took another sip of the milkshake, and opened his notebook: "Now I have solved most of the puzzles, figured out the structure of the hotel, investigated all the tenants, and know the way to leave... But where did the administrator go?"

Ling Su slightly raised his eyebrows.

He understood Zhuang Die's meaning, and didn't speak immediately, walked over and squatted down together, looking at the clues in the notebook.

...What is certain is that the puppet and the innkeeper must not be the same person.

If the puppet was the administrator, when Ling Su dug the first hole and met the other party's eyes at close range, he would be thrown out of the hotel severely.

But the puppet clearly saw the hole, but did not take any action—whether or not the puppet discovered the destructive Ling Su, this at least shows that in the puppet's view, maintaining the integrity of the hotel is not his duty.

Even the monthly cleaning is nothing more than some kind of recreational activity for puppets.

Therefore, in this scenario, the action logic of the puppet will obviously show the randomness that belongs to human beings and is unpredictable.

In obvious contrast, it is when the front desk is responsible for receiving residents.The performance of the puppet is not even as flexible as the parrot. Except for a few fixed dialogues, it is infinitely close to an NPC who can only repeat.

And the Admin disappeared as unexpectedly as he appeared.

Whether they punched holes in the wall here and there, or so many people went through the wall collectively under the threat of a general cleaning, there was no warning, and there was not a single complaint added.

It seems that at some point in time, the administrator suddenly disappeared in this hotel.

……

Zhuang Die looked at the recorded clues for a while, closed the notebook, and stood up.

"Are you going to start running again?!" Wu Li jumped up, quickly moving his joints to warm up, "I'm sure I won't hold back this time!"

He was not reconciled to always adding to the chaos, he secretly stared at Zhuang Die's three-dimensional model and memorized it for a long time, and even secretly drew several cross-sections on the clothes: "I have almost memorized the route..."

Zhuang Die shook his head: "There should be no need to run anymore."

Wu Li: "..."

Wu Li fluttered and stopped: "Ah?"

"The next step is to fill in the furniture. The puppets are slow to move because of the rearranging."

Zhuang Die explained: "This time, just like the previous plan, hide in a far room first, wait for the puppets to arrange the furniture, and then move there."

Wu Li's mood is like lighting a lamp and studying for a week. After learning that the exam is cancelled, the final grade is the weighted average of the usual grades and homework, but the notes that should be copied have been copied verbatim.

Wu Li opened his mouth, pressed his heart with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, and slowly slid back against the wall: "Ah..."

Zhuang Die was about to go to the next room to have a look. He put his backpack on his back and looked back at Ling Su: "Captain."

Ling Su nodded, got up and walked over.

He put a bag of Oreo biscuits beside the collapsed Wu Li, patted him on the shoulder friendly, and returned to room 313 with Zhuang Die.

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