don't open your eyes [unlimited]

An hour's journey doesn't seem to be that long.

There were not many vehicles on the road in the middle of the night. After driving through a bustling downtown area, the main road quickly became empty and quiet after getting rid of the light signs and advertisements that tried their best to make themselves eye-catching.

I don't know when it rained outside. It didn't stop for a long time, and there was still a lot of water on the ground.

Ling Su turned off the air conditioner and opened the window a little.

The wind under the street lamp has been soaked by the rain, and the coolness rushes in.

It was a mixture of soft raindrops, wet grass and transparent dew, embraced by the night without a single bit of sun, an exceptionally cool and fresh air.

Ling Su stretched out his hand, and carefully arranged the coat on Zhuang Die, lest he catch a cold due to the temperature difference: "What are you looking at?"

Zhuang Die leaned against the window glass and looked out: "Outside."

The road went straight forward, stretching into the distant night.

Under the streetlight closest to them was a birch tree that was growing so well that the lights had to work hard to get out of the leaves and illuminate the north-south signs.

Under the road sign is a pavement washed clean by rain, and several brocade plants are climbing on the stone wall, and the green leaves are blowing in the wind.

Zhuang Die seldom comes out at night, and he has carefully watched the scenery outside: "It seems very comfortable to wander outside at night."

"As long as you have a home to return to, you'll be comfortable at night."

Ling Su nodded: "By the way, it's best not to go to work the next day. That way, you don't have to rush to sleep that night, and you can even get off the car and walk back directly for the last part of the journey."

Ling Su moved his shoulders a little, and pondered: "Take a hot shower when you get home. Lie on the bed, do nothing, eat some fruit and snacks, and stay up late..."

His description is so substituting that Zhuang Die's hands are already on the buckle of the seat belt: "Captain, when are we going to the last stretch?"

Ling Su stopped talking, his eyes almost burst into a particularly obvious smile, and coughed lightly: "...now."

Ling Su knocked on the steering wheel, commanded the autopilot to stop the car, and opened the door.

Zhuang Die has always been very capable of execution. He has already unbuckled his seat belt, jumped out of the car in Ling Su's coat, and stood under the streetlight waiting for him.

When Lingsu set the automatic navigation mode and let the car drive home by itself, Zhuang Die was circling around the car bored.

With his head down, most of him was wrapped in Ling Su's windbreaker, walking back and forth on the curbs beside the sidewalk.The small wool roll on the head was blown by the cool and soft night wind, swaying lively.

Ling Su looked at it quietly for a while, and walked quickly around the car, just in time to catch Zhuang Die who was unable to keep his balance and wobbled down.

With the help of Ling Su, Zhuang Die stood firm and looked at the car lights going all the way: "Captain, can it find its way home?"

"It must be home earlier than us." Ling Su supported Zhuang Die's arm, "In terms of accuracy and execution, the machine still has a considerable advantage."

"According to statistics, regardless of the probability of accidents or the probability of getting lost, automatic driving is much lower than manual driving...Of course, the technology was immature during the period when automatic driving first appeared, and the mobility and response to emergencies There are bound to be a lot of problems.”

He let go of his hand and let the little curly hair continue to step on the stone: "With the computing power of the sixth-generation computer, it is indeed more reliable to entrust many tasks to machines."

Zhuang Die nodded, he was dripped on his forehead by a drop of dew that fell from the tip of the leaf, and raised his hand to rub it twice.

Ling Su put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and followed him slowly.

He seemed to be walking carelessly, but every time when Zhuang Die was about to fall off the curb, he reached out his hand in time and gave him a gentle support.

Although most of the time you have to carefully avoid the stagnant water on the roadside, and occasionally you may be hit by cold water droplets on your head, and the time to walk home is a little slower than the original plan... But the night wind after the rain is really blowing Very comfortable.

Many jobs are indeed more reliable to machines.

It's just that strange creatures like humans seem to be unwilling to give everything to machines.It is always necessary to use some means to fill life more fully, so as to confirm that one is indeed alive.

……

The distance and time were estimated just right.

It took them less than 10 minutes to walk home, and they passed a lively night market on the way, where they bought some snacks and a bag of fruit.

Ling Su is very confident about how empty his refrigerator is.Before going upstairs, he turned into the 24-hour supermarket at the entrance of the community and swept away the entire shopping cart of snacks, drinks and daily necessities.

Zhuang Die helped him share a shopping bag: "Captain, we may not be able to eat so much in one night."

"I checked the shelf life, and it can be stored for a long time."

Ling Su was very satisfied with his results, and he paid the bill and walked out of the supermarket: "It's not just this time, if we have this kind of opportunity in the future, we can come back for vacation."

Carrying a few bulging shopping bags, he took out his access control card and swiped open the door: "'Cocoon' should have a large-scale technological upgrade in the near future... If there is a mobile version of the working and sleeping cabin, you can get two Put it at home, and you can work from home.”

Ling Su pressed the elevator: "There is no network restriction, and the overall mission mode will also be updated once. The team mode should be more convenient than before."

Zhuang Die caught the key words and immediately connected with his lottery plan: "Captain, what is the difference between the team mode and the normal one?"

"Interested?" Ling Su thought for a while before explaining, "The distinction between these two modes is mainly for taskers. After all, the total number of people trapped in the dream realm cannot be determined by 'Cocoon'... Currently only internal personnel have permission to initiate team mode."

Like their dream in Paradise Island, the reason why they suddenly entered the team mode was because D2 and F3 chose to form a team after discovering that other questers had entered the dream.

The prompt "It has been detected that there are other taskers in the dream domain, and the tasks are being merged" was actually triggered by D2 and F3.

Since those who are directly under the task have higher authority, if they choose to refuse from the beginning, "Cocoon" will directly transfer Song Huaimin, Ling Su, and Zhuang Die out of the Dream Realm.

"In the team mode, you can get more experience and reward points, especially when you encounter a teammate who retreats forcefully or a teammate whose contribution value is very low."

The cue light came on, and the elevator opened in front of the two of them.

Ling Su led Zhuang Die into the elevator, and helped him block the elevator door: "Experience is opened later, and reward points are two independent calculation methods..."

Halfway through Ling Su's speech, he suddenly remembered: "By the way, is your mental power assist mode unlocked?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "It's Lv2 now, and the total mental power is 200 points."

"That's right." Ling Su nodded, "Experience is used to upgrade this, so if conditions permit, the taskers directly under the internal will try to increase the experience value obtained for each task."

This is why D2 and F3 did not choose to refuse to form a team when they entered the Dream Realm, but as soon as they entered the Dream Realm, D2 suddenly asked Ling Su to lead people to retreat as soon as possible.

If you directly refuse to form a team at the beginning, the final experience value will only be settled according to the single-player mode.

But first agreeing to form a team, and then letting Ling Su lead people out, the settlement experience is still based on five people, which is much more appropriate.

D2 and F3 originally planned to use the rules reasonably and try to gain more experience, but they suffered a big loss because of it.After a mission, not only did they not even get the guaranteed experience of the original single-player mode, but the reward points they got also broke the lowest internal record.

The legend of "two unlucky guys" has spread rapidly and widely among the missionaries, and there are even some signs of spreading more and more outrageous.

"In single-player mode and team mode, experience points are determined by contribution, and the main experience points for that team task are also yours."

Keeping in mind the vice-captain's strict requirements, Ling Su did not participate in the spread of such rumors. He coughed lightly and calmed down: "It's just that your auxiliary mode has not been unlocked before this, so it didn't show up."

The elevator ding dong and stopped on the top floor.

Ling Su confirmed the floor, stepped out of the elevator, and took out the key from his pocket.

"Because of this part of the experience, once your mental power assist mode is turned on, you will be directly upgraded to Lv2... There should be a lot of wealth."

He muttered to himself and calculated simply: "One more task, level three will be enough."

"Cocoon" boosts the blood bar very simply, without any fancy algorithm, the stamina point of Lv3 is 300 points, Lv4 is 400... and so on, it is said that the highest is Lv99, but so far no one has confirmed it.

After all, the mutation in the dream only happened for more than three months—for a slightly larger holographic game, three months is only enough time for internal testing, and even internal missioners who have been doing missions will not be too high many.

Those who have always only heard of their names but not their names, and are only responsible for dealing with extremely difficult tasks in the dream domain, the current level of mental power is only around the twentieth level.

"Except for this, the rest are some bonuses, such as intelligence sharing, team communication channels and the like."

They have already experienced these functions. Ling Su didn't go into details, but simply mentioned: "Some other test functions will be released later, and that's about it."

The number of times he went home was indeed quite limited. After standing at the door and trying back and forth a few times, he finally found the right direction for the key to turn and opened the door lock.

"Okay, the report is over...wait for me."

Ling Su made a joke, he stretched out his hand to push open the door, quickly leaned in to turn on the light, stepped on the entrance mat and quickly threw the two big bags of things into the locker in the entrance.

Zhuang Die stood outside the door, before he finished taking notes, Ling Su had disappeared.

The door was open, and a little warm-toned light leaked from the room.

Ling Su hopped on one leg and changed into his slippers.

He quickly checked the situation at home, picked out a can of buttery popcorn-flavored air freshener, quickly pressed it a dozen times, and after confirming that there was no water leakage in the bathroom and no dust on the floor, he was completely relieved.

Ling Su squatted in front of the shoe cabinet, took out all the slippers, and lined them up neatly at the front of the carpet.

After finishing a lot of work, Ling Su nervously adjusted his clothes in front of the entrance mirror, took a few deep breaths, and walked to the door again.

Zhuang Die just finished memorizing the last word, closed the notebook, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

Ling Su quickly poked out from the door: "Please come in."

His two hands were behind his back, his eyes were bright with a little anticipation and tension that was rarely seen in normal times, the corners of his mouth were unconsciously pursed, and the whole person could not see the slightest bit of usual laziness and carelessness.

If Deputy Captain Song is here, he must wonder if this person's consciousness was secretly changed in his dream.

"Do you need to take notes?" Ling Su was taken aback when he saw the notebook in Zhuang Die's hand, "Is what I said too complicated?"

He doesn't really remember what he said.

From the moment he got into the elevator, Ling Su's mind was full of thoughts about going home with curly hair... As for the team mode, the rules of "cocoon", etc., he just said it out of his head without having time to think about it in detail Good or not.

Ling Su gave his performance a bad review from the bottom of his heart, and he had already started to reflect on why he had to suddenly talk about work at this time.

——If we talk about something else at this time, he can change the subject calmly and lead Zhuang Die into the house, so that Zhuang Die will not stand at the door of his house and take notes...

"No." Zhuang Die shook his head, "It's very simple and easy to understand."

He put the notebook away, tidied up the little curly hair on his head carefully, stretched out his hand rigorously to pull Ling Su away, poked his head in, and looked at the mirror placed in the entrance.

Ling Su: "..."

Looking at Zhuang Die who was meticulously arranging his collar in front of the mirror, Ling Su suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose twice.

Zhuang Di tidied himself up.

He saw the pair of red and white Pokéball slippers Ling Su was wearing, and he picked them from the vast lineup of slippers in front of the carpet, and tugged at Ling Su's shirt: "Captain, I want Pikachu's."

Ling Su quickly completed the process of finding and capturing Pikachu in three seconds, and put the slippers on the carpet.

"I need to take notes because I don't have time to take them down for the time being." Zhuang Die explained, "There are more important things."

Ling Su squatted, subconsciously asked: "What?"

"Go home." Zhuang Die said, "with you."

Ling Su was startled.

He is bending one leg and half squatting at the door with one knee on the ground. Although it is to arrange the slippers, this posture seems to have more and more general metaphors in the usual sense.

Just like the words of the little curly hair.

Ling Su raised his head and looked at Zhuang Die who was ready.

He suddenly wanted to say a lot in an instant, but it didn't seem that important.The proud knowledge reserves and professional skills all closed the door with two "bangs" and "bangs".

—— For a long time, Ling Su has been outside the field of his profession and the internal organization of "cocoon" at the same time.It's actually not a big deal, Ling Su himself doesn't care about it at all, and is very satisfied with his current life.

Only Deputy Captain Song occasionally complained, saying that he was not separated from the two at all, but simply separated from everyone.

Song Huaimin was very skeptical at one point, even if one day a channel was established in everyone's dream realm and everyone's fate became related to others, this guy's consciousness would wander freely in the subconscious world.

Ling Su suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his hair vigorously a few times, took a deep breath, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

Now it seems... When he returns to the office, he can collect the three bottles of Coke that Deputy Captain Song lost in a bet.

Ling Su stood up: "Welcome home."

He snapped his fingers, conjured a yellow rose out of nowhere, and carefully put it in Zhuang Die's pocket.

Ling Su suddenly raised his arms to embrace Zhuang Die, and kissed the little curly hair that had been trimmed up extraordinarily.

This action didn't contain any kind of more complicated meaning——Ling Su just lowered his gaze, and his lips gently touched those soft curly hair.

He seems to be perceiving and confirming Zhuang Die's existence in this way, and he seems to want to convey all the words that he doesn't know how to express and organize to the other party in this way.

Zhuang Die was held in his arms, listening to Ling Su's beating heart.

That voice was clearer than in the dream, and it brushed against his ears together with the warm and moist air he exhaled.Zhuang Die raised his hand and hugged Ling Su back, he felt the tense back of Ling Su under his shirt.

"Captain." Zhuang Die asked softly, "Have I dreamed about you?"

Without waiting for Ling Su to answer, he suddenly shook his head again: "...it's not important anymore, that's not what matters."

Zhuang Die put away the yellow rose. He carefully observed every detail of the rose, touched every sharp thorn with his fingertips, and touched the soft petals with his lips.

Zhuang Die took out his recording pen and handed it to Ling Su.

"This is my 'anchor', my dream core."

Zhuang Die looked at him: "Captain, you will be able to dream of me in the future."