don't open your eyes [unlimited]

[It was detected that the No. 2059 special dreamland crisis (Class B) has been successfully resolved. 】

[Number of people rescued: 37 people. 】

[Completion degree: complete. 】

[Reward: 25697 points, including 50 chances for free lottery draws. 】

[The task contribution value exceeds 50%, and additional rewards are obtained: the mental power assistance mode has been unlocked, the first upgrade has been completed, the current level: Lv2. 】

After reading the settlement, Zhuang Di quickly received the free lottery chance as usual.

He wasn't surprised by the rating problem—although the difficulty of this mission was high, it was based on the premise that they wanted to completely end this dream realm and never let it create new victims.

If you don't consider this point and just want to lead everyone to escape, Zhuang Die can actually think of many simpler methods.

If there is no requirement for the integrity of consciousness, if you just want to get out of the dream realm, you can just turn around and go out of the hotel.

……

After several missions, Zhuang Die has gradually figured out the hidden law of the dream domain classification.

For the task classification of A, B, and C, the most important priority is the direct threat—for example, the reason why Paradise Island was directly predicted as A-level last time was not actually the Dreamland itself, but the island itself. The persistent blood reduction BUFF.

As for the Dream Realm, which has almost no direct threat except for the puppet who likes to clean up, Zhuang Die's own evaluation is actually C-level, and he didn't intend to get so many reward points.

The task rating given by "Cocoon" was one level higher, probably the result of comprehensive consideration combined with their treatment of the Dream Realm.

"The team members who quit before should not have been forced to quit by 'cocoon'. They violated the rules, so they were kicked out of the hotel by the administrator."

Zhuang Die sorted out his thoughts: "On Paradise Island, the captain can only influence the rules to a certain extent...and in this dreamland, the administrator is the rules themselves."

"If the scope is narrowed down to the inside of the hotel, what the administrator can do is actually very similar to 'Cocoon', so those few people thought they were forced to leave by 'Cocoon'."

"In that case..."

A thought suddenly crossed Zhuang Die's mind.

He didn't continue talking, just reached into his pocket, fumbled twice and took out a handful of melon seeds.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of the trash can, he tore a piece of waste paper from his notebook, and folded it into a small paper box for melon seeds.

"worth considering."

Zhuang Die signed his name on the "Guarantee of Not Throwing Melon Seed Skins", watched the trash can sway away, peeled a melon seed and put it in his mouth: "But there is no need to go into it for the time being."

What he suddenly thought of just now is actually very simple to say.

If the scope is narrowed down to the hotel, what the administrator can do is not much different from the "cocoon" in the strict sense... Then if the scope of the dream is infinitely expanded, and finally reaches the subconsciousness enough to cover everyone, the above sentence is reversed In fact, the same holds true.

It's just that even if you realize this, it can't change anything.

Just like the interior of the hotel is messed up by the guests, the administrator can actually do very little.

It can only try its best to make reasonable use of the rules, recruit puppets as helpers, and then use the "Residents Need to Know" and "Fifty Complaints" to expel those shadows who linger.

In the same way, even if the unproven inference that "the cocoon is actually the administrator of this huge shared dream" is drawn, it still cannot change people's consciousness everywhere in the mutated dream realm after falling asleep. Facts about running around.

According to the task rating, it can be seen that Cocoon's detection of the dream realm is actually very limited, and at most it can only collect the consciousness and surface information floating on the edge of the dream realm.

Therefore, it is necessary to have taskers to assist in processing, "cleaning" those dream domains that may pose a threat, and maintaining the balance of the subconscious world.

"In this analogy, does this huge dream realm have a boundary? Can it go out?"

"Leaving the 'hotel', you can come to the stone steps, grass and stone road outside the door. If you leave the subconscious world, what can you see?"

"Is there a third space besides 'reality' and 'dream'?"

Zhuang Die pondered for a while while chewing on melon seeds, and found that the reasoning that this kind of boundless association might lead to was too complicated, so he stopped Ben Yi's thoughts in time: "Forget it... this kind of problem is not the time to think about it, the lottery draw is more important. "

He used his skills in the inn, and it wasn't long before his mental power was consumed below the alert value, so he was not suitable for thinking about such profound and complicated philosophical issues for the time being.

Zhuang Die rubbed his aching temple.

He clicked on the backstage and looked at his number of lottery draws... His temples really hurt more than before.

In the last [-] consecutive draws, Zhuang Die spent quite a lot of accumulated lottery draws and got a lot of pretty good rewards.

The whole process is very happy, but this happiness undoubtedly has a price.

The generous aid from the captain has not yet arrived, and Zhuang Die's backstage is so clean that there is not even a fraction of it except for the 50 lucky draws he just rewarded.

When operating again, Zhuang Die's movements were much more cautious.I made sure repeatedly that I couldn't touch the lottery button a few times, and I wouldn't accidentally pull out these fifty times, so I cut out the lottery interface with my breath held.

"From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality is difficult."

Zhuang Die sighed: "I've done team missions, and the ordinary [-] lottery draws are not enough..."

After experiencing the pleasure of throwing a lot of money, and seeing the number of lottery draws that have become shabby backstage again, anyone will feel a little bit disappointed.

To make up for this feeling of loss, we must continue to draw prizes. After enjoying the happiness brought by lottery draws, we will fall into the next sense of loss... This is how the soul of krypton gold is burning.

Zhuang Die has indeed saved a lot of reward points, but he plans to visit the captain's house, so of course the little treasury can't just be squandered like this.

What's more, although it is the same number of lottery draws, free ones are always more enjoyable than paid ones.

After careful consideration of the pros and cons, Zhuang Die still turned his attention to the option of "team task" in the background, and made a mark there that he could consider it if he had the opportunity.

"Also ask the captain and listen to the captain's opinion."

Zhuang Die only did a team task once by chance, and he didn't know the specific process and details yet, so he didn't intend to make a decision rashly.

After marking it, he didn't continue to think about it, and turned his attention to the newly unlocked "Mental Power Assist Mode".

"Additional rewards..."

Zhuang Die took a closer look and felt a little regretful: "It has nothing to do with the lottery, it's just a new model."

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, he specially switched pages back and forth several times: "There is no big turntable."

"It will automatically upgrade when it is turned on for the first time, Lv2, I am already at level two."

Zhuang Die clicked on the details page, and the background page was instantly filled with a whole page of text principles and formulas.

Coming out of Yan Xun's subconscious, Zhuang Die opened his personal backstage again, and developed a habit of looking at the details carefully, not just clicking and ignoring and going straight to the final confirmation button.

He sat cross-legged in front of the virtual screen, spent a little more time, and read all the unencrypted neural program code word by word.

"Fortunately, it's easier than I thought."

Zhuang Die swiped the page: "Development and writing must be difficult, but if you just understand it, it's not complicated..."

From the brief introduction, this is an auxiliary function dominated by "cocoon" that can be automatically unlocked as the number of tasks performed by the tasker increases and the connection with the cocoon is strong enough-different from the gain mode, this auxiliary function The most important function of the mode is to increase the activity time of the tasker in the dream realm.

This model is complicated and complicated, but it is easy to understand if it is explained in a simple way.

Still take the game as an example.

In many games, as the character controlled by the player continues to upgrade, the total amount of health bars will also double.

Before leaving the novice village, when the character is wearing a novice costume, chopping firewood with an ax and roasting reed chicken with branches, a blood bar of 100 is enough.

When hunting wild boars with a spear in the forest, the total blood bar must be at least 300 to deal with it calmly.And if you want to climb the plane with bare hands and fly in the sky with the landing gear of the helicopter, the demand for blood volume will rise to 7, 800 or even 1000.

In this mission, Zhuang Die actually felt that his health bars were not enough.

This is just a low-risk B-level task. If the task difficulty is fixed to A-level in the future, 100 points of mental power will not be able to support a few serious skills.

"Everyone's own mental power is limited by reality, so there is this mode... After the connection between the tasker and the cocoon is stable enough, through the assistance of the cocoon, the upper limit of the tasker's mental power is increased when performing the task."

Zhuang Di pondered for a moment: "My level is Lv2, and the total amount of spiritual power has been upgraded from 100 points to 200 points. The excess part is lent to me by 'cocoon' through the connection... that's almost what it means."

He turned the code page of the public part to the end and nodded: "The principle is actually similar to wearing glasses."

The total initial mental power of the taskers is 100, which is equivalent to "cocoon" putting on a pair of glasses for everyone to correct their eyesight to a level of 1.0.

After the tasker gradually adapts to the 1.0 field of vision, they will replace with a new pair of glasses, and then improve their vision to 2.0.

The advantage of this mode is that it is safe enough. The mental power provided by the "cocoon" does not actually act on the tasker's brain nerves. No matter what happens in the dream realm, the tasker himself will not be affected in any way.

In contrast, if it is a mode of infusing the mental power directly into the tasker, once an accident occurs, the tasker's own brain cannot smoothly channel the severely excessive mental power, and his own consciousness may be completely destroyed in an instant .

"It's very thoughtful." Zhuang Die suddenly thought, "By the way, has 'Cocoon' been updated?"

Although it didn't take long for the dream to change, the rules of "Cocoon" are very mature. No matter how you look at it, it seems that it has gone through a lot of repeated tests, and all possible risks have been avoided in advance.

If it was only the first generation of products, it would have been able to achieve this level of meticulousness, and those internal developers would indeed have the capital to be proud of...

Zhuang Die studied for a long time, but found no clear evidence of iteration, and turned off the dense neural program code.

He stood up and stretched himself, went to the mirror and played a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors, and then dumped the carton of melon seeds into the trash can.

So far, Zhuang Die's Dream Realm has actually been well managed.

There were a lot of things added to the dream field that was completely blank, and it became full.However, it is probably because he does not have any relevant experience in decoration, so far, this area is still slightly different from the state of the "house".

"I'm going to visit the captain's house as a guest. You can refer to the layout of the captain's house."

Zhuang Die pondered for a while, and conceived his own design drawings in detail: "Set aside half for the captain, so that the captain doesn't have to write a review in his own dream realm."

He went back to the half reserved for himself, clicked on the background and looked at the mall page: "This half of the area is mainly used for playing games, with a projector, and it can also be used for watching movies and taking a bath. In the corner, you can put A changing room..."

Zhuang Die stopped and looked around: "Where is my piggy bank?"

In the previous rounds of lottery draws, Zhuang Die once drew the "ever passionate bathtub" and "piggy bank that picks up money everywhere".

Since there is really no money to pick up in his dream realm, and the golden piggy bank doesn't fit well with the overall dream realm style, Zhuang Die hasn't figured out where to put it until now.

"It should have been in this corner before..."

Zhuang Die looked around, but found no trace of the piggy bank, opened the lid of the trash can and looked inside.

Such behavior was met with a stern warning without any suspense.

Zhuang Die took out a pen, signed the "No More Rubbish Trash Can Guarantee", and put the irritable trash can lid back upright.

He didn't pay much attention to the piggy bank.It's just that after seeing the personalities of the night light and the trash can, I'm more or less worried about the self-awareness of other props.

If the piggy bank thinks that there is no money to pick up in his dream, and runs away from home angrily, and goes to other dream realms, it may cause some unexpected troubles...

Zhuang Die originally wanted to ask the captain, but Ling Su's private dream domain showed a gray unmanned state, and the other party seemed to be offline.

There are people online in the long-abandoned meeting room of the team, and there are quite a few people. The night market seems to be more popular than expected... When browsing the online list, Zhuang Die also saw the head of a bald parrot with a feather in its mouth.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but just from the shape of the parrot head, it already shows a kind of natural feeling of beating.

"The captain went out without waiting for me, and even threw the parrot in the night market, indicating that there might be some urgent matter outside."

Zhuang Die checked the communication list for the last time: "Anyway, let's go out and have a look first."

This is the longest he's been in the sleeping pod so far.

Dreams will also be affected by reality. Even in a sleep state, the hunger and fatigue feedback from the body cannot be ignored.

Zhuang Die didn't delay any longer, turned off the background, and chose to quit Dreamland.

……

Waking up from the dream this time took obviously longer than usual, and it had been at least ten minutes since I withdrew from consciousness and regained consciousness.

When I woke up, I felt a little different than usual.

Zhuang Die was prepared for this.

The time between dream and reality was 1:1. They had been in the dream realm for nearly a day, and their bodies had also been lying in the sleeping cabin for almost a day.

Waking up after a long sleep, short-term dizziness, headache, fatigue, weakness, blank consciousness... are all normal.

But if the ground in front of you is shaking and the surrounding scenery is shaking, something is wrong.

Zhuang Die's consciousness went blank for a few seconds, and he suddenly realized that it was himself who was shaking non-stop.

He didn't lie in the sleeping cabin, but lay on Ling Su's shoulder.The other party was holding him firmly, with one arm around Zhuang Die's back, and he was sprinting forward across the sleeping cabin vigorously.

Zhuang Die grabbed Ling Su's shirt subconsciously: "Captain?"

"Awake?" Ling Su didn't hold back his legs, and rushed out the door all the way, "Take a look for me, has the vice-captain caught up?"

Zhuang Die poked his head out and looked behind him: "No, the deputy captain is stuck behind two side-by-side sleeping cabins, and it takes about ninety seconds to turn over."

"That's good." Ling Su breathed a sigh of relief, "I have to write an inspection later... We forgot to keep in touch."

Zhuang Die recalled for a while, then punched his palm: "Ah."

... This matter has obviously been forgotten by the two of them.

As the team leader, Ling Su led the team members to carry out tasks, and after personally agreeing to "keep in touch" with the vice-captain, he disappeared in the Dream Realm for a day and a night.

And when the two of them were obsessed with smashing walls and floors, Vice Captain Song was on the other side of the communication channel, and was also forgotten for a long day and night.

"Blame me." Without waiting for Zhuang Die to reflect, Ling Su had already said in advance: "I haven't had a dream with a time flow rate of 1:1 for a long time... a bit unfamiliar"

As soon as Ling Su finished the mission, he was directly called out of the Dream Realm by the vice-captain.

"When I came out of the sleeping cabin, Lao Song was waiting for me outside with two dark circles, carrying a broom."

"He asked me if I could fall asleep." Ling Su recalled the situation at that time, "He couldn't fall asleep anyway, and wanted to send me to Chengtian Temple to have a look..."

Ling Su's mind was not so clear at the time.

After dazedly and briskly running around the pillar for a few laps, he happened to see Zhuang Die's sleeping hatch slowly opening.

Ling Su instinctively stole the little curly hair from inside.

Song Huaimin was also startled by his operation, and was stunned for a few seconds before he could keep up. Ling Su quickly escaped from the attack range of the broom.

A room full of sleeping cabins, the floor is full of astronomical figures of funds.Song Huaimin was full of worries when he attacked, and without Ling Su's skills, he fell into a passive position without any suspense.

"How dare you find a hostage!"

Song Huaimin was stopped behind two sleeping cabins, holding a broom and furious, "It's useless to find a hostage, the hostage has to write me an inspection!"

"Don't blame Xiao Zhuang, it's my responsibility." Ling Su poked his head halfway in from the door, trying to bargain, "The two of us write a copy..."

Deputy Captain Song was ruthless and selfless. Even though he was trapped behind the sleeping cabin, the broom bump in his hand had mercilessly smashed on the wall of the corridor.

Ling Su shut his mouth quickly, retreated and dodged, and raised his hand to tightly protect the back of Curly Hair.

"Come back to me!" Song Huaimin said angrily, "Broom is also picked up!"

Ling Su held Zhuang Die steady with one hand, picked up the broom cooperatively and went back indoors.

The negligence this time was indeed his responsibility. Ling Su knew he was wrong, and returned the broom to Song Huaimin: "Old Song, next time this happens, you can actually wait in the sleeping cabin..."

"A day in a sleeping pod? I'd rather be outside."

Song Huaimin glanced at him, and said angrily: "Do you think that anyone can withstand being abused like you, with brain nerves connected all day, not only come out alive and kicking, but also steal someone?"

"..." Ling Su raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, let go of his hand reluctantly, and put the little curly hair back on the ground.

Song Huaimin frowned and looked carefully at Zhuang Die's expression.

"How do you feel? Tell me in time if you feel uncomfortable."

His tone became serious, blocking Zhuang Die's view of Ling Su: "Don't look at him, he is different from normal people."

No matter how many generations the internal program has been upgraded to, the technology used in the sleep cabin is still the brain nerve connection conduction, which connects the consciousness of the tasker with the "cocoon".

Such a situation of lying down for a whole day without any rest and buffer in between, although it will not cause any substantial damage to the body, but severe mental fatigue is not a joke.

The fatigue caused by this kind of brain connection is a bit like being forced to be locked up with a room of supercomputers, unable to stop calculating high-level math problems all day.

Although in essence, this kind of exercise can exercise thinking, improve thinking speed and even mental strength.But the vast majority of people find it difficult to bear the intense fatigue and numbness, and may even temporarily lose control of their bodies and fail to have smooth conversations.

Even though Ling Su had repeatedly assured that Zhuang Die would have no problems, Song Huaimin was still worried: "Is there any strange feeling in your body? Is there something that doesn't obey your orders?"

He looked at Zhuang Die: "Don't answer in a hurry, think about it carefully."

Zhuang Die thought about it carefully: "I'm hungry."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"Old Song, you have worked hard this time." Ling Su appeared at the right time and stole Zhuang Die from under his nose, "Go and rest, I will keep an eye on the team affairs for a day..."

"Forget it." Song Huaimin interrupted mercilessly, "If you stare at me for a day, I will deal with enough trouble for three days."

"It's not that I haven't slept at all. Anyway, it's midnight now, just go back and catch up on a few hours of sleep... Can you stop circling Zhuang Die all the time?!"

Song Huaimin saw this man making small moves, and slapped Ling Su's hand away: "Since you two are fine, let Zhuang Die take a good rest... You pack up later and go out with me."

Speaking of the second half of the sentence, the vice-captain's tone suddenly sounded different from usual.

Ling Su was slightly startled, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

"Who knows what you have provoked again?"

Song Huaimin glared at him: "The people from the Psychological Association informed me half an hour ago. They said they wanted you to go back and test that model again. This time it's new... different from the previous ones."

"No need?" Ling Su said dumbly, "I'm not engaged in related work, and I don't need a qualification certificate."

Song Huaimin frowned and said, "Are you really planning to stay here forever? Won't you go back?"

Ling Su rubbed his neck, sighed suddenly, raised his head and said, "Old Song."

Song Huaimin: "..."

"Stop." Song Huaimin interrupted him, "Don't pretend to be pitiful, you want to ask my opinion, I just say I dislike you, but in fact, I want you to stay more than anyone else."

What Ling Su was about to say was forcibly interrupted, he coughed, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Song Huaimin wrung his fingers and continued to say, "Although you, the captain, are completely out of line, you don't care about anything except the mission, you make troubles everywhere and ask me to clean up the mess, and you lead me to bad team members every day if you're not right at the top and crooked at the bottom..."

"..." Ling Su was a little regretful: "Old Song, can't you let me be touched for a few seconds first?"

Of course, Song Huaimin was not reassured by his kindness, and he scolded him endlessly before finally stopping the conversation.

He glanced at Ling Su, was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "You have your future too, don't you?"

"Yes." Ling Su glanced at Zhuang Die, "My future is quite clear."

After he finished the nonsense, he smiled and said, "That's the way it is. Old Song, tell them for me..."

"Let me go back?"

Song Huaimin was stunned: "Even if you refuse, you have to go in person."

What he said was indeed reasonable - Song Huaimin didn't understand the matter between the Psychological Association and Ling Su, and it was difficult to say anything in the middle. If he got involved rashly, it might affect the cooperation between the special event handling team and the other party. .

Ling Su stopped on the spot as he was about to leave, raised his hand and rubbed his hair, but didn't make a sound.

Song Huaimin looked at him and frowned unconsciously.

It was very rare and abnormal, Song Huaimin seemed to have noticed a little hidden irritability from this guy who seemed to be careless at all times and who seemed to always be able to brush his debts to a full mark.

Ling Su concealed this irritability very well.

He just stood motionless, before the little emotion poured out from his eyes, it was gently brushed away and disappeared without a trace.

"That's right." Ling Su said, "The task is over, and I can't find any excuses to prevaricate."

He had already returned to his normal state, he sighed slowly, stood up and stretched his waist: "Just go, there's nothing wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Die had already raised his hand and grabbed his shirt.

Ling Su was slightly taken aback, and stopped in his tracks.

"I have something to do." Zhuang Die said seriously, "Vice Captain, please ask the question just now again."

Song Huaimin was a little dazed: "Huh?"

He almost forgot what he asked just now, tried his best to recall for a few seconds, and finally remembered: "How do you feel...is there any discomfort?"

The deputy captain has to worry about everything. There are often team members trapped in the dream realm. Song Huaimin has asked these questions many times, and it has become a subconscious reaction.

He looked at Zhuang Die and continued, "Do you feel any strangeness in your body? Is there something out of order..."

"Yes." Zhuang Die nodded and corrected the answer in time.

He turned back and stretched out his hand to Ling Su: "Captain."

Ling Su was stunned for a few seconds.

He looked at the little curly who was still sitting obediently on the small bench and stretched out his hand towards him.

The thin layer of ice covering the bottom of his eyes was so brittle that it would easily shatter when touched, and was quietly swallowed by the swaying water patterns.

Ling Su squatted in front of Zhuang Die, stretched out his hand, and hugged Zhuang Die completely.

He suddenly couldn't stop laughing, folded his arms, and said in a low voice: "Little Curly..."

"do not laugh."

Zhuang Die hugged Ling Su back: "The captain has something to do, so I can't see them."

Zhuang Die was still very serious, poking his head out from his shoulder, looking at Song Huaimin: "His team members are completely disoriented."