don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"Look." Ling Su turned his head and warned Zhuang Die behind him, "Smoking is harmful to health."

Song Huaimin: "..."

Zhuang Die nodded seriously, and wrote two strokes on the cuff.

To be on the safe side, Zhuang Die stood far away from the door, glanced out through Ling Su's shoulder: "This is probably the development of the third option."

They neither hid in the compartment all the time, nor chose to assimilate with the monster, and the original cycle of the dream was thus broken.

It's just that the impact is that the apartment disappears, and they are temporarily trapped in the floating bathroom, and it is still impossible to judge what kind of ending this new branch will lead to.

"Indeed." Ling Su agreed, "In the subconscious mind of the person involved, this choice probably wasn't included in the first place."

"The bedroom can be read as resistance and avoidance of school life, and the awards covered by graffiti should also express this: good performance, rewards and praise are actually not helpful in this matter."

Ling Su walked behind Zhuang Die and studied the image in the mirror together: "Is there a way to take off his school uniform?"

Zhuang Die shook his head: "No, I tried to undress, but he didn't respond."

Although nominally his shadow, the boy in the mirror doesn't sync up with his every movement.

When he was caught back to the bathroom for the second time, Zhuang Die tried it from beginning to end. When he tried to see the golden rooster stand alone and the roc spread its wings, the picture in the mirror gave up imitating him.

"Is it possible that the owner of the dream is locked in this mirror right now?" Song Huaimin suddenly had a new idea.

"Wake up, Lao Song." Ling Su patted him on the shoulder, "This is not a horror movie."

While reminding him, Ling Su found a broken water pipe and rushed the monster tentacles that started wriggling on the ground into the toilet.

Song Huaimin was in a complicated mood, and pressed his stomach firmly to shut his mouth.

Ling Su kept pressing the flush button, his voice was covered by the sound of water intermittently: "Even if you hide, you should hide in the bedroom. For the person concerned, the bedroom is obviously safer."

After all, school is always over, and as long as you can go home after school, it means that you have survived another day.

The cruel thing is, this kind of escape is temporary after all—as long as you go back to school the next day, you will still be beaten with a black nose and a swollen face, and your whole body will be messed up.

And at four o'clock in the afternoon, you will fall into a new nightmare.

"The bedroom is so tidy that there is a cleanliness. He probably didn't clean it up by himself, otherwise he wouldn't be wearing the school uniform that was made like this..."

Zhuang Die looked into the mirror, carefully studied the school uniform on his body, trying to see the school badge covered by the blob of ink: "Could it be his parents?"

"Very likely." Ling Su replied, "Parents who are strict, overly intrusive, and slightly obsessed with cleanliness—he doodles on the bedroom wall in his dream, and messed up his closet, can also be understood as some kind of confrontation and venting of emotions."

Ling Su stopped flushing and walked out of the cubicle: "The bedroom is his last refuge, so it will appear frequently in this dream to fight against the repressed fear represented by the bathroom."

These are not difficult to analyze, but there is still one thing that Ling Su still can't figure out: "When the monster is scared away, the bathroom becomes safe in theory. What is the meaning of continuing to exist here..."

"Wait a minute." Song Huaimin couldn't help interrupting the two of them, "Compared to this, shouldn't we first study where the apartment is going? Are we just floating in the fog?"

Zhuang Die rubbed his eyes and got up from the mirror.

The school badge was completely covered by ink, and even staring at the mirror until his eyes became sour, it still didn't help.

Zhuang Die was a little hesitant to teach the shadow in the mirror to wash clothes: "There is no apartment in the first place."

Song Huaimin was a little surprised: "What?"

"In your simulation, you used a chainsaw to cut the ceiling, and the saw blades would come out of the floor, which shows that the concept of floors does not exist. The end point of the stairs is constantly changing, which means that the stairs have no practical meaning at all."

Ling Su came over to explain: "Actually, there are many details that suggest that the floor of the corridor and the bathroom are made of the same tiles, and the stairs are made of the same material as the wardrobe in the bedroom. Green liquid will overflow when the floor of the corridor breaks, and the water dripping from the bathroom faucet Same……"

The bedroom at home and the bathroom at school were never meant to be together, and it now appears that the dream was not splicing scenes or condensing them into one apartment.

The so-called new scenes are actually the constant repetition and deformation of existing scenes.

Song Huaimin listened carefully for a long time: "How about the translation into adult language?"

"..." Ling Su: "This apartment was run out alive."

When the people caught in the dream see the monster, their first reaction is of course to try their best to run away.

Too strong emotions and wills reversed the dream, using various "materials" in the dream to piece together corridors, stairs and new rooms.

The more frantically the person trapped in the dream escapes, the more a new map will be generated, and this "apartment" becomes more and more chaotic and complicated - and the more chaotic and complex the apartment, the more difficult it is to escape The bigger it is, the harder it is to escape.

"It's surprisingly metaphorical."

Ling Su was moved by his explanation, and rubbed his chin in deep thought: "The fear of trying to escape with all your strength is actually a siege built by myself..."

Song Huaimin wanted to kick him a little bit, but since there were still prospective employees around, he forced his legs down: "According to this, we are developing correctly by floating in the fog with the toilet?"

Ling Su nodded: "You can say that."

Zhuang Die's opposite action drove the monster back, and also ended part of this nightmare cycle in a way.

What they see now is closer to what it was like at the beginning of this dream.

"Isn't this a good thing?" Song Huaimin asked, "What should I do next?"

Ling Su told the truth: "I don't know, I'm only good at psychology and horror and supernatural parts, not good at deciphering reasoning, so we need a smart, witty, brave and good-looking new employee..."

He suddenly realized that the words were inappropriate, and looked at Song Huaimin apologetically, "I'm sorry, Lao Song, I didn't mean to say that you are not smart, witty, brave, or ugly."

"I know! Don't stress it out!" Song Huaimin's brain ached, "Where's Zhuang Die? Lost it again?"

"I'm here." Zhuang Die's voice came from the inner compartment, "something happened, come and see."

The two looked at each other and quickly followed the sound.

Zhuang Die is in the seventh compartment.

He originally wanted to come in to find some washing powder or washing spirit, to see if he could fool the shadow in the mirror and let him learn to wash clothes with himself.

When he was about to go out, Zhuang Die suddenly realized that the compartment had been locked at some point.

Zhuang Die tried to push the door: "Has anyone locked the door?"

Song Huaimin walked over quickly, yanked on the door twice, his face changed slightly.

He and Ling Su have been staying outside to ensure that no one comes in or out—but now the door is tightly closed, and the half-old padlock that was already damaged has become a brand new one, firmly fastened to the keyhole!

There are obviously no windows here, but there is a shrill wind coming from nowhere.The wind became louder and louder, and finally it seemed to be whistling in this bathroom, banging the compartment door.

Such a strange situation also evoked a chill, which quietly climbed up everyone's back.

Song Huaimin took out his gun and loaded it neatly: "Stay away from the door, don't move around!"

Zhuang Die tried his best to retreat to the corner and carefully observe the small compartment.

Because at the end of the row of toilets, only the right side of the seventh compartment is actually made of the same materials as the other compartments, while the left side and the back side directly rely on the building itself, which is a brick wall built with cement.

The ceiling light was already dim, barely able to illuminate this corner.Coupled with the extremely cramped space, it seems that a huge shadow is cast down on the head, which can easily force people's instinctive fear.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Die suddenly realized that the voice outside the cubicle seemed to have disappeared.

He vaguely remembered hearing two gunshots, but the door still wouldn't open. It seemed that the door was locked in some way that couldn't be solved by physical means.

Although the situation is a bit tricky, the new colleagues are still outside and should think of a way...

Zhuang Die stopped thinking and raised his eyebrows slightly.

My new colleague... Who is it?

Who am I?

He lowered his head and saw the soiled school uniform on his body, as well as the scars and bruises on his arms.

A strong, irresistible despair enveloped him, he couldn't remember anything that happened before, he only knew that he was hiding in the toilet, and the door was locked by someone from the outside.

It has been a long time since school has ended, the sky has completely darkened, and the bathroom is empty, only the shrill wind can be heard.

Those people have never dared to chase into this bathroom, because there was a fatality here, someone jumped from the window of the seventh compartment, and then the school has been rumored that this place is haunted...so every time he runs here .

He was also afraid, and never dared to stay here for too long, and would sneak out when those people left.

But today the door was locked from the outside!

It was almost night, and the sound of the wind sounded more and more like ghosts, and there seemed to be people talking everywhere, and people were laughing and crying everywhere.

MadeIn's despair and fear completely swallowed him up, no one would come to rescue him, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

Tiredness and hunger exhausted his strength together, he curled up in a corner, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, leaving only the increasingly heavy and intense sleepiness...

Zhuang Die sighed softly, patted his pajama pants and stood up.

It is indeed dangerous to be alone in the dream, and he is just about to be invaded by the self-cognition of this dream and assimilated into the "I" in the dream.

It's a pity that there was a little mistake in the end.

"I have severe insomnia and can't sleep, little brother."

Zhuang Die pushed aside the pile of brooms, took two steps back, raised his leg and kicked hard on the compartment door.

There was a loud bang throughout the compartment.

Zhuang Die bit the lollipop stick, picked up a bag of washing powder, and kindly pushed open the crookedly fallen door: "Didn't I say that you should wash your clothes well when they are dirty?"