don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The pair of roommates, the puppet and the parrot, no matter how you look at them, have many similarities. From the perspective of dream interpretation, it can be completely justified.

These too logical clues are connected, and it is easy to come up with the answer of "they were originally one".

Like Zhuang Die, he rigorously adds a "big probability" to the most obvious answer, and is completely undisturbed. It is really considered that he has traced all the way here under the circumstances that Ling Su, the person himself, does not remember. rare.

"Did I actually do such a thing?"

Ling Su rubbed his neck and pondered: "No wonder I occasionally dream of a parrot that is getting balder chasing and scolding me."

He was still a little concerned about this at one time, thinking that it must be because of the hard work, so he specially gave himself a few days off.

Looking back now, when Ling Su entered the hotel, the parrot didn't even say "welcome" to him.

Not only that, the parrot even pulled out the few feathers at one point, and kept trying to throw him out of the cage...

"Looking at it this way, even if you don't specifically recall it, the original situation is basically clear."

Ling Su tapped his arm and analyzed: "After fifty times of friendly exchanges with the model, I was kicked out of the test position - but because I walked too fast, I revised my memory again, so I forgot about this thing."

The parrot in charge of taunting did not have time to escape, but was brutally retaliated by the model. He was caught by the administrator who had a lot to do with internal procedures, and was locked in the hotel.

The parrot squats in a cage, and is forced to repeat readings to a puppet every day, looking forward to the distance.

But Ling Su has always been very satisfied with himself, so he was never attracted by this dream.If it wasn't for this mission, he might never come to this hotel...

"Even so, what does it mean?" Yan Xun asked in a low voice, leaning against the wall.

He propped his forehead with both hands, although the whole person is not yet collapsed, but he has faintly shown some slump that he has never seen before.

"Like all of us, Captain Ling also had some 'things' left in the hotel... But, unlike us, he didn't become incomplete because of the loss of such things."

Yan Xun said weakly: "Obviously, his ability to taunt and attract hatred has not been affected at all, and they are still quite outstanding..."

"I can't be so sure." Ling Su considered more rigorously, "Maybe I used to be more hateful than now?"

Yan Xun's eyes were blank, and he looked up at him: "Then this is the only good thing in this dream that punishes evil and promotes good."

"Only for this matter, each of us should be grateful for this dream." Yan Xun said, "Then raise money to buy the parrot and release it. You must never touch it again."

"……honestly."

Ling Su pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly squatted down, and patted Yan Xun's shoulder with one hand: "Have you considered changing your consultation style? If I were a patient, I should like your frustrated state of complaining more... "

"If you were a patient, I quit consulting on the spot, never again."

Yan Xun pushed his hand away vigorously and stood up: "For the sake of us colleagues, please keep your mental health and don't have any problems."

It's strange to say that after being squeezed out by Ling Su's gag, the strong sense of powerlessness and frustration that has always enveloped Yan Xun's heart has subsided a lot.

Yan Xun glanced at Ling Su, frowned indistinctly, then turned to look at Zhuang Die: "Are you trying to use the parrot to draw the administrator's hatred, so that the administrator can't care about opening the hotel again?"

In principle, such a plan is not completely without chance of success.

"Administrator" is Yan Xun's long-term suppressed and denied obsession, and it is another self hidden in his subconscious that has completely lost control.

As long as he thinks about it, Yan Xun can actually fully understand the logic of the administrator's actions.

"If the residents of 314 are unwilling to leave, they have been hiding in that invisible room, and gradually assimilated into puppets by the entire wooden hotel, the parrots are forced to stay here."

Yan Xun pressed his forehead: "On this point, no matter who I am, my position may be the same..."

He didn't go on right away, and the silence this time was longer than ever.

After a long time, Yan Xun raised his head: "For quite a long time, I couldn't let go of the abandonment of a generation model, and I couldn't forgive the culprit that caused it to be abandoned."

He had never admitted this to anyone before.

Yan Xun's pride did not allow him to show this frustration and loss.

When the bald consultant mentioned this matter, Yan Xun asked himself to be objective and rational enough, and quickly ended the conversation.

——And even when he received the notice to discard the first-generation model, he didn't seem to care about the extra careful wording of the people around him. He just said "Got it" casually and stuffed the notice. into the depths of the drawer.

"That was the first outright failure I ever encountered."

Yan Xun said: "The association didn't announce more details to the public, but said that the model needs to be upgraded and some technical adjustments should be made, but everyone inside knows that the model was directly and completely destroyed."

"The second-generation model was completely designed and built from scratch. It was basically the original people who re-wrote the database and re-made the neural program... I turned off all the work at hand and prepared to work overtime, but until In the end, I was not invited into the group either."

"I'm working on the interaction between brain function modules and neural programs. The cutting-edge circle is so big, almost everyone knows each other, and the news spreads quickly."

"A lot of colleagues emailed me. Everywhere I went, people asked me what happened. Everyone took care of my emotions and comforted me that maybe it was just a normal personnel adjustment. I couldn't stand it. Office resigned."

Yan Xun's expression was very calm, and he seemed to be slightly mocking himself: "The whole thing is as simple as that."

"It's that simple." Yan Xun said, "I can't accept failure, and I can't tolerate a little flaw in my work."

There are no secrets, no intrigues or inside stories.

The reason why Yan Xun completely gave up all his previous research work was because of his own personality flaws.

He couldn't let go of this matter, and in order not to encounter such setbacks, he simply stopped engaging in his original research... Yan Xun actually knew very well that at this point, he was not even as good as the black shadow trapped by life.

In the same way, even though he has been deliberately avoiding it, Yan Xun still knows the answer better than anyone else.

The reason why he was not invited to build the second-generation personality model was because he made a mistake in the concept of programming.

……

After saying this, Yan Xun suddenly felt a lot lighter in his chest.

What surprised him was that when the last sentence was spoken, the whole hotel seemed to shake slightly.

The magnitude of this shaking is so inconspicuous that even the furniture in the room has not shifted in any way, it almost makes people think that it is just some kind of hallucination.

Ling Su leaned on the wall, and exchanged glances with Zhuang Die.

He seemed to see the doubt in Yan Xun's heart, nodded and said: "It's really shaking."

"The good news is that from a dream perspective, this represents a loosening of your subconscious psychological defense mechanism."

Ling Su pondered: "The bad news is that it can only be loosened to this extent..."

"..." Yan Xun was honed to this point, and he was gradually unable to get angry. He just pressed his forehead hard a few times: "Thank you for the good news."

He sorted out his thoughts, turned to Zhuang Die, and continued to say quickly: "My hostility towards Captain Ling is actually a kind of anger."

"I don't want to face my failures, I refuse to admit my mistakes, so I put the blame on him alone."

"This kind of anger is more obvious in the subconscious, but the 'manager' is not angry with Captain Ling himself, so he didn't arrest Captain Ling and put him in a cage..."

When Yan Xun said this, he suddenly felt a little regretful for some reason.

He knew very well that this emotion was wrong, so he paused for a moment to reflect on himself: "The subconscious logic and emotion are both simpler and more direct."

Yan Xun said: "The administrator's anger is the parrot that mocked the model program to the point of collapse."

At this point in the analysis, Yan Xun didn't continue talking immediately, but looked up at Zhuang Die.

Seeing Zhuang Die nodded, Yan Xun frowned again: "But what are you going to do? Release the parrot secretly from the cage, and lure the administrator to catch it?"

"I asked Sombra to do it just now," Zhuang Die said.

Considering the severe hair loss of the parrot, Zhuang Die also specially asked Ling Su to provide 8325 replacement colored feathers, and asked Heiying to help reinsert the parrot.

After opening the cage and having these feathers, the parrot can regain its original flight ability.

"..." Yan Xun was silent for a while, and he didn't know where to start asking: "Why eight thousand three hundred and twenty five?"

"Since I've only counted the feathers of the reed hen, I guess the parrot's are about the same."

Zhuang Die's plan is very detailed: "It doesn't matter even if the number is not right. Most of the captain's work is flying feathers, at least it can ensure that the parrot can fly."

"If it is not satisfied with the color of its feathers, or if it has troubles such as baldness and hair loss, it can fly back to us in a dream." Zhuang Die added, "If there are other problems..."

"Okay...no more questions."

Yan Xun was completely convinced, he shook his head vigorously, and regained his composure: "Very thorough."

"I agree with your plan, but I have two personal concerns."

Yan Xun said: "First, that parrot has stayed here for so long and has been repeating what the puppet said. It probably won't be able to make any decent taunts."

"Secondly, it has been a long time since this kind of venting anger, and the emotion may not be as strong as before."

Yan Xun subconsciously glanced at Ling Su: "It's not enough for the manager to stop even the hotel just to catch a parrot..."

Zhuang Die nodded: "First, we have a captain."

Yan Xun: "..."

Ling Su coughed lightly at the right time.

He straightened his rolled-up sleeves, and was about to take up the conversation, Yan Xun had learned to admit his mistakes without hesitation: "I didn't think thoroughly."

With Ling Su here, he shouldn't have any doubts about the parrot's ability to ridicule.

Yan Xun even vaguely suspected that after the parrot was inserted with the feathers made by Ling Su, besides being able to fly again, there were other special effects.

Pulling a yellow feather can increase the taunt damage output by the administrator by 10%.

Pulling a blue feather increases the Admin's hatred by 200.

Pulling out a red feather will fill up the provocation points, and randomly trigger a set of combo skills that can completely break the administrator's defense.

Recalling the shape of the parrot in the cage, Yan Xun raised his head and looked warily at Ling Su who was still regretful.

He seemed to have suddenly figured out why the parrot was bald before...

"Second point, I have the same worry as you."

Zhuang Die continued: "The administrator may not keep catching a parrot. But as long as the administrator does not leave, the hotel cannot be completely closed."

Zhuang Die opened the background panel: "But it's okay, I have a skill."

[Skill: Hide and Seek]

[Trigger condition: silently count three, two, one. 】

[Consumption: 10 points of mental power. 】

This is the skill that Zhuang Die turned out in the big turntable before leaving.

At that time, he only saw the name, and he subconsciously felt that this would be a defensive skill with some merits.

For example, when using a skill, a short-term concealment effect can be randomly triggered.Or to get the blessing of the God of Peekaboo, to make the whole environment dark in an instant, so that it is convenient to operate secretly...

But the facts proved that Deputy Captain Song's experience was not wrong. The skills that were given away for free on the big turntable were more or less subtle.

Turn to the next page, and you can see the specific details of this skill on the background page.

[Details: This skill gathers all the resentment caused by failure in peek-a-boo.

In the extremely fierce battle of hide and seek, besides the lucky ones favored by heaven, there are more losers.

Some of them have uncoordinated hands and feet and cannot climb up the wall in a hurry; some have a poor sense of direction and cannot find their way.

They lost the game, and they also lost the majesty and majesty of standing on the mound, the freedom and comfort of whistling through the alley in crotch pants, and the front tooth knocked off on the steps.

No matter how many times they play, they become the ones doing the catch.

They were so engrossed that they still couldn't tell if the others were hiding too well or had gone home for dinner.But they will never give up their search until they fall asleep in the smell of rice wafting in the evening.

Under the moonlight, with the feather duster chasing after him, that was the final unyielding struggle. 】

……

Yan Xun finished reading Zhuang Die's skill introduction.

His expression was a bit indescribable: "Being told by it like this, I always feel like I lost something very important in my childhood."

"Is the writing not good?" Ling Su had just finished admiring it, and raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, "Ingenious, unique..."

"It's hard for normal people to appreciate." Yan Xun suddenly looked at him suspiciously, "You can't be the copywriter of 'Cocoon', can you?"

"How come, I'm just an irrelevant non-internal ordinary staff member."

Ling Su shook his head, and studied the next page with Zhuang Die: "No wonder...so it's used in this way."

Zhuang Die nodded: "For every ten energy points consumed, a skill can be used once, and the torch will be passed on from generation to generation, and this unyielding will will be passed on."

"..." Yan Xun took a deep breath: "Can we return to the normal wording? Also, this skill is not considered tasteless, right? It's just used here—"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized and looked at Zhuang Die.

The effect of this skill is very simple, just "keep looking".

People affected by skills will not be hindered or disturbed in action, but they just have an extra thought.

But as long as you can't find the guy you're playing hide-and-seek with, no matter when or what you're doing, the thought will never go away.

Yan Xun originally wanted to say that this skill is just right here—but then he realized that he had actually done something wrong.

Zhuang Die had this skill first, and then he led the whole situation to this step little by little.

It's not that the skills are just right, but that Zhuang Die managed to gather all the conditions that are most suitable for the use of skills.

... Yan Xun still couldn't help but want to invite Zhuang Die.

Even though the cooperation between the other two was tacit, he still instinctively refused to give up, and wanted to ask Zhuang Die how he thought about the invitation letter.

Or... Even if Zhuang Di doesn't want to change jobs, they can try to cooperate.

The use of skills depends on mental strength. Although 10 points of energy is not much, the part that needs to be deduced and calculated in this dream will also cause consumption.

For the current Zhuang Die, launching a skill is also not a small burden

Yan Xun happens to be good at this part.The neural program he wrote can quickly eliminate mental fatigue, restore mental strength, and effectively increase the speed of blood recovery.

Yan Xun considered his words several times, stepped forward and was about to speak, but found that Zhuang Die had returned to Ling Su's side.

……

Ling Su rubbed Zhuang Die's hair with a smile, and whispered a few words to him.

Zhuang Die's movements are very skilled.

He adjusted Ling Su's position, tucked himself into the arms of the captain who was sitting on the ground, and then moved back the arm he had just removed, and the whole person fell into Ling Su's arms.

Zhuang Die used his skills for the first time, deliberately counted two numbers, and closed his eyes seriously: "Five, four."

There was a smile in Ling Su's eyes, he folded his arms, wrapped the little curly hair in his arms, and counted down with him: "Three, two..."

"one."

Severe dizziness hit my mind.

Zhuang Die was ready, and was about to bear it, but his body was suddenly embraced by warmth.

Ling Su's chest and shoulders were firmly against his back, and one hand blocked Zhuang Die's eyes.

Triggered by this action, all the plans for tomorrow in memory instantly occupied Zhuang Die's mind.

The vertigo turned into a kind of comfortable tiredness.

There is the sound of dense drizzle next to my ears, and the fresh and refreshing rain fills the whole dream.

……

The parrot flapped its wings proudly and flew out of the hotel.

An exceptionally clear human-shaped shadow that was different from other black shadows suddenly stopped at the door.

The administrator is just the shadow of Yan Xun, guarding a ridiculous obsession that refuses to give up, wanting to transform everything into what he imagined.

It stood where it was, and seemed to have made a very difficult decision for a long time, and decided to retreat back into the hotel—but at this moment, another force pulled him out irresistibly.

The administrator stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the arrogant parrot outside the door, and the deeply buried memory jumped out unreasonably.

Last time, there was another person beside the parrot.

That person was already very embarrassed, half kneeling on the ground, with a mocking cold smile on his mouth, talking about something...

"……wrong."

"you are wrong."

The parrot poked its head around and hid behind Ling Su, and suddenly flapped its wings and shouted, "You're wrong! You're wrong! You're wrong! You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong..."

The noisy voices entangled endlessly, and suddenly turned into countless different voices.

Countless "you are wrong" repeated non-stop, the most clear of which turned out to be Yan Xun himself.

The pitch-black shadow suddenly surged ferociously.

It's not wrong, this hotel is just there to help others right it!

Those parts that shouldn't go out should stay here forever, and shouldn't go out to make trouble.Then everything will be perfect and there will be no more problems...

The shadow stared at the parrot, its consciousness has been occupied by that thought that cannot be ignored.

It had to catch the bastard that was trying to hide!

The caretaker yelled angrily, and wanted to rush out the door to catch the bald parrot.

It finally made up its mind, and for the first time wanted to step out of the hotel and go out through this door for a few seconds.

But when it wanted to step over the threshold without hesitation, its body was suddenly firmly stopped by an invisible force, and it could no longer move.

The administrator tried a few times in disbelief, then stopped slowly in a daze.

The wooden door frame has cracked under its impact just now.

It stared at the steps paved with bluestone slabs in front of it, it was clearly in front of it, but it couldn't take that step no matter what.

This door is obviously only to stop those consciousnesses that are abandoned by the body, self-exiled and self-denying, why can't I go out? !

It was drizzling outside the door, and the end of the path was foggy.

That nasty parrot was standing just a few feet away, triumphantly grabbing its feathers and shouting: "You're wrong! You're wrong..."

"I'm not wrong!" the administrator roared, "Shut up! What do you know!"

It can't think about it any longer, and can't open up the answer that has been hidden there for a long time.

This is a paradox that can never be justified-according to the theory it insists, all those trapped in the hotel are unworthy to go out, self-exiled and self-denying consciousness, and these consciousnesses should be abandoned and eliminated by the ontology.

It just gives those people a hand and makes their lives easier and more satisfying, so there's nothing wrong with it of course.

But why was it itself stopped in the hotel?

The administrator suddenly rushed out of the door desperately, banging on the open door like crazy.

This time it finally worked.

It broke through the power and rules that restricted it, the cold rain was pouring on it, and the wind was blowing on it—that was a very strange feeling, even if it was just a shadow, this feeling was too special to be ignored.

The realism of being able to wake up from a long dream just by taking one more step forward.

The administrator didn't intend to return to reality, he smiled smugly, and stretched out his hand to catch the parrot, but suddenly noticed something strange.

The hand was crumbling before its very eyes.

Its body is also shattering, and together with the hotel that has been completely smashed behind it, the wooden boards are squeezing each other and slowly collapsing, making a creaking sound of being in disrepair.

The administrator withdrew his hand in horror, it ignored the parrot, trying to catch the broken pieces of itself.

The memory fragments fell on the ground, reflecting the shadow of Yan Xun when he was in school - Yan Xun was already very serious at that time, holding a textbook, following behind his tutor, and writing neat handwriting.

"How to completely get rid of an obsession?"

The white-haired old man pondered for a while, then shook his head with a smile: "It's hard..."

The last fragment of the administrator's body also completely disintegrated.

Behind it, the hotel also disappeared in an instant, and everything seemed to have never appeared before.

The shadows trapped in it wandered in the rain in astonishment.

The puppet came out blankly, stood on the unfamiliar stone steps covered with green moss, and looked around.

Fragments of memory stuck crookedly in the crevices of the grass.

"Probably... until one day, that obsession will finally believe that he is wrong."

The old man's voice said slowly: "It's almost time for it to disappear."