don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Song Huaimin: "..."

Even Vice Captain Song wouldn't believe such words.

"It's true that the causes of such sequelae are generally complex to explain, but there is a real possibility of delayed onset."

Ling Su suppressed his smile, quickly pushed the little curly hair protruding from his shoulders back into his arms, and hid it carefully.

"The pressure it brings to the brain mainly comes from the fact that after the human body is connected to the sleep cabin, the built-in program actually stimulates the originally inactive parts of the brain to allow the brain to achieve a computing speed comparable to that of a computer."

Ling Su carefully explained to the team members and added: "This kind of activation is equivalent to tapping the untapped potential of the human brain, and there will be no problem in a short period of time."

"But this part of the structure that we are constantly exploring, developing and researching has actually only evolved for a few million years." He tapped his temple, "More than 2000 million years ago, a forest ancient ape rode on a tree, beating his chest and roaring. When I was young, I must never have imagined that my brain would bear this level of pressure one day..."

Song Huaimin looked at him expressionlessly: "You can't make it up anymore."

Ling Su stopped talking immediately: "Yes."

He was visibly relieved, and although he didn't speak, his face clearly had an expression of "since you've guessed it, I don't need to continue rambling on".

Song Huaimin almost picked up the broom again.

The vicissitudes of life of the vice-captain took a few deep breaths, and he managed to control his blood pressure. He took out the team log that recorded the number of the captain's inspections and added a sum.

The other party's tone was too serious, Song Huaimin was even briefly bluffed for a few seconds when he heard the first few sentences.

Until he watched Ling Su change the subject, and then began to shake the pile of knowledge reserves of unknown use, and without any suspense, getting further and further away from the topic...

"I just don't want to go anyway, right?" Song Huaimin closed the diary with a snap, "Just say no."

Vice Captain Song had always been strict with himself and selfless in his work, but it was midnight and not working time.

Besides, what they were discussing was not about the work content. If Ling Su really didn't want to negotiate with the Psychological Association, as long as there was a plausible reason, Song Huaimin, the vice-captain, would be able to reply on his behalf.

"It's not a big problem. I was the one who responded to the cooperation with that side."

Song Huaimin glanced at Ling Su: "Don't think I don't know, you seem to be dealing with emails every day, but in fact you just switch from unread to read with one click, right?"

Ling Su touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly: "..."

"I went to tell them that Captain Ling was overworked and collapsed at his post. The symptoms were obvious, and he had already started talking nonsense, hugging the team members and not letting go. He had to take a vacation."

Song Huaimin took out the attendance sheet and put a cross on the captain's own attendance tomorrow.

He glanced at the new team members, who were obviously being led more and more crookedly by the captain, and crossed off Zhuang Die's attendance: "It's just right, don't do anyone else, and go home for two days."

Zhuang Die raised his head upon hearing the words, the little curly hair swayed, and appeared on Ling Su's shoulder again: "Really?"

"Really, don't let me see you for two days."

Deputy Captain Song put away the attendance sheet coldly: "I'll reply to the other party as I said. In order not to reveal the truth, you two just keep hugging like this."

Of course Song Huaimin wouldn't really do that.

He still has the task of maintaining the external image and building the team style and appearance of the team, but he just witnessed Ling Su and Zhuang Die's behavior of blatantly making up nonsense, and he planned to teach these two people a lesson so that they can have a long memory.

Song Huaimin put away the attendance sheet and diary together, waited for Ling Su to bargain with him as usual, stood there for a few seconds, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Ling Su had never been so cooperative before.

He carefully turned Zhuang Die's hand over, walked over, took Song Huaimin's hand and shook it vigorously: "Old Song, I knew you would always be reliable."

"..." Song Huaimin: "Huh?"

Ling Su remembered his generous help, so he didn't plan to go back to the office at all, opened the private storage room, rummaged through, and pulled out two coats: "You wait, we'll bring you roasted cold noodles and stinky tofu. "

"You are not allowed to eat stinky tofu at work!"

Song Huaimin hadn't reacted yet: "Wait a minute, what are you doing? You two—"

"Go home and stay for two days." Ling Su quickly packed his things with one hand, "Let's go now."

His movements were exceptionally neat and proficient, and he even took advantage of the opportunity of throwing his backpack on his shoulders to give the vice-captain a sincere compliment: "I'm still trying to find an excuse. Old Song, you still have rich experience... "

Song Huaimin: "??"

He couldn't figure out why things had suddenly developed to this point: "Wait a minute, haven't you never absolutely refused to go home? I picked you up from the side of the road last time!"

This situation sounds too miserable, but the actual situation is described in this way, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Last time, Deputy Captain Song really couldn't understand Ling Su wandering between the office and the reception room, as if he was ready to sleep in the sleeping cabin at any time, so he forced the captain to take two days off and drove Ling Su out of the team's room. villa.

That night, Song Huaimin, who was returning home from get off work, met Ling Su on the side of the road.

After a round of cross-examination, Song Huaimin finally found that the other party's state seemed to be the same as before.

Captain Ling, who was kicked out of the villa, was still wandering, but changed the wandering path to the side of the road, changed the location to an Internet cafe closest to the villa, and a hotel closest to the villa...

"I have never been absolutely unwilling to go home." Ling Su closed the door of the storage room, turned back and explained, "My home is too far away from the work, it takes at least an hour to drive, and it starts in three and a half hours during peak hours."

The reason why there is such a big difference is actually because Ling Su's home and the villa where the team is located are just at the two ends of their city, no matter which way they go, they will inevitably cross the whole city.

Across a city with a large population and a high degree of development, where traffic jams may suddenly occur on any of the main roads at any time, there are too many uncertain factors that may be encountered on the road.

"As for it?" Song Huaimin complained, "It's so complicated, isn't it possible to encounter traffic jams..."

"Traffic jam is a simple word, but it actually has many variables."

Ling Su had already walked to the door, and suddenly stopped and took a deep breath: "Where is it blocked? Is it the main road, a certain branch road, or under an overpass, or a roundabout at a certain intersection? What caused it? The vehicle collision or Other reasons? If it is a collision, is it automatic or manual? Is there a person in charge of directing traffic nearby..."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Song Huaimin's head grew dizzy when he heard it, and he finally understood why Ling Su took a deep breath before answering: "Are these important? Anyway, your goal is to go home, so it's all right if you can go back?"

Ling Su shook his head: "First, my goal is not to go home, because there is nothing to do when I go back, so the motivation brought by this goal can be said to be very weak."

"Secondly, although the Butterfly Effect has been accurately interpreted by many literary creations and marketing accounts, the Amazon jungle and the strange positioning of Texas, but its metaphorical significance in chaos is still not to be underestimated."

Ling Su looked at Song Huaimin, his expression at this time was very serious, and he was not as casual as before: "Any small change may trigger a huge chain reaction."

Song Huaimin was a little dazed by what he said: "A traffic jam... so serious?"

"Of course." Ling Su nodded, "Old Song, suppose you suddenly travel back to the world three months ago..."

"The premise of this assumption is already outrageous!" Song Huaimin roared.

"...Then any random move you make, no matter how inconspicuous, may cause all subsequent things to be out of touch with the original track, leading to a completely different result."

Ling Su stopped talking and sighed: "Okay, okay."

The wind at night was a bit chilly, Ling Su hugged the little curly who was about to fall asleep, and carefully wrapped his coat around Zhuang Die.

He looked at Song Huaimin: "With the current technological means, it is really difficult to play with the time axis... But what if someone had a dream with a ridiculously large difference in time flow?"

Song Huaimin frowned, but didn't speak immediately.

"If the flow rate difference between dreams and reality can be magnified hundreds or thousands of times."

Ling Su said: "If there is a person, he just sleeps and wakes up again. But in this dream, he has actually passed through decades, lived his life, or even longer..."

"In the end, this person woke up and found that he was lying on the bed." Ling Su changed the topic, "For this person, does he have traveled through his own time?"

Song Huaimin frowned and thought carefully about Ling Su's question.

For some reason, his heart sank unconsciously, as if the question itself carried some unusual weight: "Have you ever had this kind of dream?"

"How is it possible?" Ling Su shook his head immediately, "This is just an untested hypothesis. It is because I want to demonstrate the issue of time travel, so I have a little divergent discussion."

"Old Song, you tell the people in the association about this, let them do some work, and they won't pursue my affairs anymore."

Ling Su's denial was well-founded: "Besides, if I had had this kind of dream, I wouldn't have saved up so many self-examinations and failed to submit them..."

Song Huaimin inexplicably followed with his heart hanging for a long time: "..."

His blood pressure rose again, he took a deep breath, and pressed his forehead hard: "I shouldn't talk too much... All right, hurry up, don't be annoying here."

Song Huaimin already knew Ling Su's temper very well.

If Ling Su wanted to say something, he could say that he would not take a breath for three days and three nights.

But as long as it's something this guy doesn't want to explain clearly, no matter how much he asks, it's impossible to get a clue.

Song Huaimin felt more and more that worrying about this guy would be a waste of energy. He didn't intend to torture his mind for staying up all night, so he couldn't help but push Ling Su out: "Since you want to go home, then go back quickly."

Throwing these two people out of the work area, Song Huaimin quickly turned off the lights and switched on the switch, then took out the spare key and gave it to Ling Su.

"Although you've been rambling all over the place, you really don't want to go home, right?" Song Huaimin grasped the only point, "Since it's rare that you want to go back once, then go quickly, and it happens to be late at night." traffic jam."

"Is there a place for Zhuang Die to live? If the rented house has been withdrawn, he can rest in the dormitory for two days."

Song Huaimin locked the door and assured Guoshen Zhuangdie: "Okay, your captain doesn't need to see those people anymore, you can rest assured..."

Song Huaimin: "..."

There was nothing behind, except for the cold wind passing through the corridor.

Ling Su successfully stole the new team members from under the eyes of the vice-captain, and ran to the end of the corridor vigorously, still not stopping, rushing down the stairs two steps at a time.

His movements were extremely fast, and when Song Huaimin realized it, he chased to the window, just in time to see Ling Su's car parked at the door.

The door popped open in one go, and the lights slowly went out.

Ling Su put Zhuang Die carefully into the co-pilot's seat, bent down to talk to Zhuang Die in a low voice.

He supported the edge of the car with one hand, and before he could say a few words, he laughed again, and stretched out his hand to rub the little curly hair, and helped Zhuang Die fasten his seat belt.

Ling Su closed the car door, got up and walked back to the other side, his steps were so brisk that he couldn't tell he had any thoughts on his mind.

Song Huaimin stood by the window for a long time, still shook his head and sighed.

He vowed not to worry about this guy again, closed the window tightly, turned and returned to his dormitory.

……

The streets in the middle of the night are indeed less congested.

Zhuang Die rubbed his eyes twice, and found that he was covered with Ling Su's coat.

As soon as he struggled out of the drowsiness, wrapped in the comfortable natural slow-flow air-conditioning in the car, his eyelids became a little heavy again: "Captain, I've slept all day, but I'm still sleepy."

"It's normal." Ling Su smiled, "If you dream like this every time you sleep, no matter who you are, you will have a nervous breakdown."

The previous explanation to the vice-captain was not entirely fabricated—although the untapped potential was nothing more than a re-creation of street newspapers, at least Ling Su was not wrong in terms of the connection principle of the sleeping cabin.

Synchronizing the human brain with the computer is bound to bring high-intensity consumption.

For anyone, this kind of consumption is a considerable burden, but everyone's ability to accept and adapt is different, so the reaction is also somewhat different.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Ling Su patiently explained to Zhuang Die.

He leaned in the driver's seat, half of his body was reflected by the neon lights from the window, but the quiet warmth in his eyes was particularly obvious.

Ling Su turned his head to the side, and rubbed the top of Zhuang Die's hair with his free hand: "Me too, we all feel tired."

Zhuang Die hugged the coat, he was inspired by a pointless sense of competitiveness, and sat up straight: "But you can still drive."

"I'm not driving, it's autopilot." Ling Su told the truth and let go of his hand, "I just think it's cool to talk while holding the steering wheel with one hand."

Zhuang Die: "..."

Ling Su coughed lightly, and raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

The level of science and technology is sufficient to support the construction of sleeping cabins and "cocoons", and technologies such as automatic driving have already developed and matured.

Ling Su can drive, but he usually doesn't need to drive, and he is also very tired tonight.In this state, it is safer to hand over the control of the steering wheel to the computer.

Ling Su raised his hands, admitting this very frankly, and watched the little curly hair that had been so sleepy and wilted quickly melt under the coat.

"Does the competitive spirit disappear so quickly?" He chuckled and reached out to help Zhuang Die adjust the seat, "In this case—"

A hand protruded from under the coat, and quickly pressed on the back of Ling Su's hand that was about to adjust the seat.

"No." Zhuang Die's voice came from under the coat, "It's not like being a guest."

Although the convenience brought by the development of science and technology is enough to drown out a lot of useless rituals, just like Ling Su thinks it is handsome to hold the steering wheel, in Zhuang Die's view, this journey itself is also very important.

Although the whole section of the road is completely controlled by the computer, they don't have to worry about anything, as long as they sleep for a while, they can actually get home in the same way in theory, but it is still different after all.

"Captain, I will sit in your co-pilot and follow you home. This is a definite event."

Zhuang Die said: "I am looking forward to going to your house, so I don't want to sleep. When sorting out this memory, I need to make sure this is not a dream."

Ling Su was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his hand over and took Zhuang Die's hand.

He leaned on the steering wheel again, tapped his fingertips a few times, and the neon lights outside the window were reflected in his eyes.

Zhuang Die sat next to him, and they went home together, this is the reality that is happening at this moment.

It will not be disturbed by any fluttering butterfly wings.

"This is not a dream."

Ling Su said softly, "Little Curly, I stole you home."