don't open your eyes [unlimited]

This dream is blunt, indifferent, and impersonal, without any metaphors and emotional tendencies—because when it is stripped from its body, it does not have these.

Even so, the dream still attracts people who are not satisfied with themselves.

People kept coming here by chance in dreams, and left in a hurry, leaving fragments of consciousness that couldn't get out.

Old residents leave and new residents return.Every once in a while, the trapped consciousness will be cleared, and continue to wait for the next batch of guests... the cycle repeats.

The lodgers who leave the inn will still consider themselves whole.

They may not be able to remember a boring and ordinary dream.It's just that when I look back occasionally, I suddenly find that I seem to have become more than I imagined, and I can't even remember my original appearance.

……

Yan Xun's face was pale, and he stood motionless on the spot.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to overthrow the speculation of the two people in front of him, but he was still unable to utter a single word.

Ling Su nodded: "It seems that you have confirmed it."

According to Yan Xun's personality, if he hastily encountered such an accusation that sounded almost outrageous, he would instinctively check his memory and use all the professional knowledge he had to prove it false.

And he himself did not raise any rebuttals, which means that until now, Yan Xun has not been able to find strong evidence to overthrow this possibility from any angle.

Yan Xun would remain silent at this time, which meant that he, like the two of them, had already realized the truth of the dream.

"I've been looking for administrators, and then I realized something."

Zhuang Die said: "The reason why the administrator hides is because you stood up and refuted it when it knocked on the door."

Before that, Zhuang Die only had doubts about the real background of the hotel—and what made him finally determine all his thoughts was what the hypnotist said when he lifted the floor next door.

When discussing with Yan Xun, the hypnotist once mentioned that Yan Xun was the only person who questioned the administrator's unreasonable behavior.

I have to say... the doubts raised by Yan Xun are not only completely reasonable, but also very necessary.

If this is the case, there must be something seriously wrong with this rough, one-size-fits-all rule.And even in dreams, this rule can be misleading on a subconscious level, and the person affected is likely to transfer this rough and sloppy attitude to life.

Raising these questions means that Yan Xun, as a consultant, does have excellent professional sensitivity.

However, Zhuang Die is more concerned about another point for the time being.

——After raising these almost provocative questions, Yan Xun was not punished, let alone expelled from the hotel.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the last one of us to have a conversation with the administrator."

Zhuang Die asked him, "Has any of you ever met the administrator?"

Yan Xun frowned as if he couldn't let go, he thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head slowly.

No one has really "seen" the administrator. Among the information collected by everyone, the conversations with the administrator are without exception, and every time they happen through the door of the room.

According to their speculation, the administrator is likely to only show up when evicting residents.Everyone who saw the administrator was probably expelled from this dream.

But in fact... There is actually another possibility.

Not all dreams are No.1.Some dreams have a very special perspective, like a bystander who never participates in it, just watching everything happen.

The part of Yan Xun's consciousness that was stripped out grew into a dream, and the "administrator" is the will of this dream, or...in a sense, the administrator is the dream itself.

That's why administrators have the ability to monitor everyone and deal with all complaints and violations.

"You were the last person to talk to the administrator," Zhuang Die said, "After that, no matter whether it was running, talking, moving furniture, or even cutting walls and demolishing floors, the administrators were never triggered again. warning."

After saying these words, Zhuang Die stopped and waited for a few seconds.

Yan Xun still didn't speak, but just lowered his eyes without saying a word, obviously acquiescing to what the other party said.

He had already understood Zhuang Die's meaning, and after a long silence, he finally said hoarsely: "Because I denied him..."

For the separated part of consciousness, the denial from the ontology is undoubtedly the heaviest blow.

The administrator has the right to deal with every tenant, but he has no way to deal with Yan Xun—not only that, after being denied by Yan Xun, it even temporarily lost the ability to "maintain the rules".

"Can I completely deny it?"

Yan Xun looked at Zhuang Die: "I can argue with it, just like Professor Du did."

Yan Xun had tried again and again just now.He has no control over this dream domain at all, nor can he affect any existence in the dream except the administrator.

This was no surprise—like all the other residents of the inn, it was no longer strictly a dream for him.

Although this dream also grew out of Yan Xun's subconscious mind, because it has been separated from the surface consciousness for a long time, it is no longer under the control of Yan Xun, the subject, and can no longer even communicate with Yan Xun in the subconscious.

Yan Xun clenched his fists, and his tone was unconsciously urgent: "As long as I completely deny it, it will disappear, right? In this case, the dream can also end..."

"Yes." Zhuang Die nodded, "Are you sure?"

This seems to be just a very common question.Yan Xun wanted to answer subconsciously, but suddenly he seemed to realize something, and stopped talking abruptly again.

...he wasn't sure.

Professor Du was able to beat his own brains, of course, because the experience and knowledge that were stripped away are outdated... But in fact, the more important decisive factor is actually Professor Du's own attitude.

To completely let the separated part of consciousness disappear, it is difficult to say, and simple to say, because all the requirements are actually only one point.

The Essence must, without hesitation, utterly and firmly believe that this part of consciousness is utterly useless.

Professor Du spent several nights arguing with himself.He convinced himself thoroughly through constant debates, and in the end he stopped hesitating completely and fully approved of this idea.

This is just discarding some old, acquired experience and knowledge.

And if you want to completely negate and abandon an original idea from the subconscious, the difficulty is much higher than that, even after long-term professional psychological intervention may not be successful.

If it weren't for this, Yan Xun wouldn't have made a special program in the first place.

"In addition to this matter, there is another point that needs to remind you."

Zhuang Die said: "Your negation can temporarily deprive the administrator of his power. But at the same time, as the main body, the less you recognize this part of consciousness, the more this part of consciousness will be strengthened..."

"I know..." Yan Xun whispered, "The white bear effect."

When asked not to imagine a white bear, almost no one was able to get the white bear out of their minds.

While the administrator's power was temporarily deprived by this negation, and the rules began to weaken, due to the uncontrolled concentration of attention, the sense of existence of the Dreamland itself became stronger.

This is a dead end that no one can get out of.

Whichever way it goes, it seems like it's only going to make things worse.

"What if... I convince myself to recognize it?"

Yan Xun's face was already very pale, but his eyes didn't evade: "If I also want to stay in the dream, can I fuse it?"

Yan Xun gritted his teeth: "In this case——"

"It's tragic, but it's not feasible." Zhuang Die shook his head, "Compared with the administrator, your own logic, initiative and ability to act are stronger."

Zhuang Die deduced the conclusion: "The price for you to accept it is that you will become the new dream owner, take 120 five rooms around to catch people to live in, and require each tenant to read and recite ten pages of residents' instructions."

Yan Xun: "..."

Zhuang Die waited for a few seconds, making sure that Yan Xun's thinking was finally disturbed into a mess, and stopped talking in good time.

It really takes more energy to bewilder someone like Yan Xun who is absolutely rationalistic, IQ and logical enough.

The more confused Yan Xun's mind is, the weaker the power of this dream, and it is safest to keep him in this state.

Zhuang Die didn't intend to strengthen any of Yan Xun's ideas, so he left him in the corner and returned to Ling Su: "Captain."

Ling Su smiled, reached out and gently rubbed the little curly hair: "What do you want me to do?"

He has endured for a long time, messing up the soft roll of Zhuang Die's head, and straightening it out bit by bit.

The strength of the fingers running through the hair was exceptionally gentle, accidentally brushing away all the thoughts that had filled his mind.

Zhuang Die paused to think for a few seconds before asking again: "Captain, how would you deal with a model polluted by fragments of consciousness out of control?"

Ling Su was slightly taken aback, and slightly raised his eyebrows.

His hand was still in Zhuang Die's hair, fiddled with it lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Let me think about it..."

"Don't think about it." Zhuang Die raised his hands to cover his ears, "Captain, you are a ghost story anchor on a late-night radio station."

Ling Su could recognize the words, he looked at the serious Zhuang Die, and after a while, he couldn't help but chuckled suddenly: "Is it okay?"

Zhuang Die looked up a little suspiciously.

The little curly hair on the top of his head also moved because of this movement, and softly rubbed against Ling Su's palm.

"As a radio anchor, all I can do is tell ghost stories."

Ling Su withdrew his hand, and suddenly frightened him with serious teeth and claws: "It's very scary."

Zhuang Die made a difficult decision for half a second: "It's okay."

"But I'm a little afraid of ghosts, especially when I'm alone."

Zhuang Die quickly came up with a compromise: "If you want to tell a ghost story, you have to wait for me to find you before you can start telling it."

This time, even Ling Su's eyes were full of smiles, he seemed to be completely relieved suddenly, and nodded without hesitation: "Of course."

"When you were looking for me, I must be looking for you too."

Ling Su no longer frightened people without sincerity.He looked at Zhuang Die, with a look on his face that he would only have when he was completely serious, but his eyes were extraordinarily soft: "Don't let me think about what happened before... Is it my first reaction to ask?"

He turned the topic back without warning, and Zhuang Die followed in the next second, nodding: "The most direct idea."

Ling Su pondered for a while: "Come up with something to tease it."

According to what Zhuang Die said, he no longer tried to recall what happened at the beginning, but re-entered the situation to think again, and tapped his fingers back and forth on his forearm unconsciously.

"No matter what kind of measurement, the test questions cannot escape the two kinds of provision and selectivity... The larger the group size, in order to ensure the reference value of the derived scores, the more selective questions will be, or even all of them. "

Ling Su quickly analyzed: "Since it is a matter of choice, there will be options."

Zhuang Die had positioned the premise as a "pollution out-of-control model", so Ling Su stopped being polite and continued according to his first reaction: "Whether it is qualified or not, I will not give it my real results, no Let it find my weakness."

While thinking, Ling Su objectively analyzed himself: "In order to be able to use the ridicule enough, I should think of a way to use the conditions to make something that can be randomly repeated, regardless of my own safety..."

Ling Su's words suddenly paused, and he met Zhuang Die's gaze: "Ah."

...In the birdcage on the hotel counter, there is a thing that perfectly meets the requirements and can randomly repeat the options.