don't open your eyes [unlimited]

He handed his recording pen to Ling Su.

After Zhuang Di changed into Pikachu's slippers, he probed curiously into the room, quickly selected a corner he was most interested in, and went to study the bookshelves that occupied the entire wall.

Ling Su didn't follow immediately, but stopped at the door.

For the first time in his career, the captain of the special incident handling team wasted a few extra seconds, reaffirming the clear line between reality and dream.

……

Ling Su let go of the hand that was tugging at his hair, heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly closed the door tightly.

He solemnly put away the recording pen, carefully hung up the anti-theft chain, and hid the key under the floor mat.

Ling Su squatted next to the shoe cabinet, put back the neatly lined slippers one by one, and took out the urgently hidden snacks from the entrance cabinet.

This time, his movements have slowed down, but he still has to check the recording pen in his pocket twice every once in a while, and then look at the little curly hair in the living room.

Zhuang Diezheng was concentrating on studying the bookcase, and did not have any objection to the process of entering the door when he was a guest.

Even so, Ling Su still took out a hand-painted form from his pocket without any trace, and strictly scored himself zero in the column of "degree of calmness".

——Even on the way home, Ling Su had already rehearsed it in his mind countless times, and conceived more than a dozen welcome methods that were calm enough and would not scare Little Curly.

He thought about leading Zhuang Die in with an ordinary tone, just like returning home from get off work.I also thought about covering Zhuang Die's eyes as soon as I entered the elevator, and then suddenly turning on the lights after leading the person in the door all the way, to give him a surprise.

But all the plans were completely and completely forgotten after Ling Su walked into the elevator and suddenly realized that he had really brought Zhuang Die back.

He was just at the door, standing there as soon as he looked up and saw Zhuang Die.

The small wool rolls all over the head are neatly arranged, and they are lively and swaying back and forth following the movements.

The brain region responsible for detecting touch is in the postcentral gyrus at the top of the brain, where each part of the body is divided into a small subregion.The area of ​​the sub-region determines the density of the receptors, and the receptors determine the confirmation and perception of reality...

These are worth studying, but they are completely unimportant.

Even without research, not knowing that the subregions corresponding to hands and lips are dominant, and not knowing that these two parts are the main tools used to perceive the world...everyone is born knowing what to do.

In the reality he confirmed, Zhuang Die confirmed his reality.

Ling Su looked up at Zhuang Die.

The little curly hair stuck the yellow rose on the chest of the shirt meticulously, and was inspecting the whole living room solemnly with his hands behind his back.

His movements were very regular, he didn't touch any place randomly, but he didn't show any strange or uneasy posture, he just concentrated on recording every corner.

Sensing Ling Su's gaze, Zhuang Die followed him: "Captain?"

"It's okay." Ling Su said, "I just think..."

Ling Su has always been very good at nagging, and usually easily provokes the vice-captain to roll up his sleeves, but now he suddenly couldn't find any suitable words.

He paused for a few seconds before exhaling suddenly and concluding seriously: "I feel good."

Ling Su originally thought that it would be good to see Zhuang Die at the door of his house.

Now seeing Zhuang Die wearing the same slippers as himself, walking around the living room freely and comfortably, only to find that the feeling is even better.

Ling Su stretched out his hand and carefully rubbed the little curly hair standing in front of him: "Finished the exploration of the living room scene?"

Zhuang Die nodded, and looked back again: "I haven't finished remembering the titles of the books on the shelf."

"Don't worry." Ling Su smiled, "You can also visit the study and bedroom casually... After you're done, take a shower. I'll help you prepare a change of pajamas."

After the house was renovated, except for setting up the smart home system to take care of the room, Ling Su didn't come in and live in it, and half of the clothes in the closet were still new.

Ling Su patted Zhuang Die's back lightly, looked at Xiao Curly and nodded, stepped on the slippers and continued to conquer the study with great interest, before finally looking away.

If I had known this... I shouldn't have been in a hurry to try to hint to the vice-captain to let Lao Song solve the accommodation problem for the team members as soon as possible.

Ling Su tapped his forehead hard twice.

He stood there for a while, annoyed for a few seconds like a kid who just went to high school, and then couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

...Maybe even young people in high school are a little more mature than Captain Ling.

Ling Su touched the recorder in his pocket again.

He picked out a few snacks he bought from a night market stall, opened the mouth of the plastic bag, and inserted bamboo sticks one by one.

Not long after the Coke was taken out of the refrigerator, it was freezing cold, with a layer of damp water vapor attached to the outside.

Ling Su pulled out two pieces of tissue paper, wiped the outer jar clean, and put them together on the coffee table.

He took two steps back, admired it carefully for a long time, and then tried his best to arrange a plate for these things.

After doing this, Ling Su finally stood up in satisfaction.

He silently hummed a random tune, carrying a few bags full of snacks and fruits, and walked lightly into the kitchen.

……

It took Zhuang Die a little more time to figure out the layout of the whole house.

He drew a floor plan, squatted at the coffee table and ate snacks while scribbling and writing. After concentrating on the design for a long time, he finally stretched his waist in satisfaction.

Zhuang Die closed the notebook and put it away, took a quick gulp of ice-cola, and went to the bathroom to take a shower as Ling Su ordered.

"The captain's house is very nice."

Zhuang Die stood under the hot water with his head full of foam and concluded: "There are endless books to read, and there is no time limit for hot water and hair dryer."

He and Ling Su's reading areas did not overlap much. Zhuang Die had only read a few hundred books on the entire wall of bookcases, and the rest were new fields.

"The captain is better at the field of humanities and social sciences, and my knowledge in this part is basically blank."

"In the future, I will go home with the captain, and when I write the review with the captain, I can keep reading when I am tired from the game."

Zhuang Die made a rigorous plan and shook his head.

The drenched curly hair quickly raised a little drop of water, which bounced away with the movement, and a small-scale warm shower quickly fell in the spacious bathroom.

Zhuang Die was immediately aroused to be playful, and stretched out his hand to catch those water droplets, and shook it until there were almost no new water droplets, and went back to the shower to refill some water.

Hearing the sound of water, Ling Su took out the new pajamas from the dryer, tapped twice on the bathroom door and opened it slightly, only to be drenched thoroughly by the little curly who was concentrating on imitating the sprinkler.

The sound of water in the bathroom stall stopped, and Zhuang Di poked his head out from inside: "Captain?"

"It's okay." Ling Su couldn't help laughing, "Like the bathroom?"

Zhuang Die nodded without hesitation: "I like it very much."

The bathroom of Ling Su's house is undoubtedly much better than the small cubicle in the cheap apartment. Even the single bathroom in the team can't play with water so recklessly.

While taking a shower, Zhuang Die also noticed the spacious bathtub in the corner.

He didn't have the habit of using the bathtub, and he didn't pay much attention to it after he got it in his personal dream domain, and just placed it in the corner of the space casually.

In addition to this, Zhuang Die was actually not interested in many things at first.

He can stay at home for a whole day, and he will not just go to other people's dreams and deal with so many people; he can read a book for a day, and he will not follow other people to write down what they have said or not.You can also find a corner to play games for a day, instead of walking the balance beam on the curb next to the sidewalk in the middle of the night after it rains...

After meeting Ling Su, Zhuang Die suddenly found that there seemed to be many interesting things around him.

Zhuang Die took the towel handed over by Ling Su with one hand, and wiped his hair a few times to make his vision completely clear.

He had already put it in his agenda to study the passionate bathtub after returning to his personal dreamland, and the thought turned halfway in his mind, when he suddenly noticed the wet water in the whole bathroom and Ling Su's body: "..."

"It doesn't matter." Ling Su coughed and chuckled, "Leave this kind of thing to the mopping machine...Technology is very attractive at this time."

He protected the new set of pajamas for Zhuang Die in time and put them on the shelf in the bathroom.

The shelf is very spacious, next to it is Zhuang Die's own clothes, each piece is neatly folded, and the yellow rose is placed on it.

Zhuang Die carefully placed them in the safest corner of the bathroom without splashing any water.

"I can make a small garden on the balcony in the future."

Ling Su grabbed a towel and wiped himself casually. His suite was on the top floor, and the balcony that came with it hadn't been taken care of much: "Not to mention, you don't need to think about watering the flowers. The growth must be very gratifying... ..."

He was answered by a new round of sprinkle attacks from the little curl full of vengeance.

This time Ling Su was drenched from head to toe, he stood in the small steaming hot shower, couldn't stop laughing, his whole body seemed to warm up.

"Come out after washing, and eat yogurt and fruit."

Ling Su knocked on the tightly closed bathroom door: "There are also sliced ​​iced watermelons."

He finally stopped, but his eyes were still full of smiles: "The sound insulation here is very good, you can blow your hair as you like...you can blow it for as long as you want."

In the hot steam of the bathroom, the movements of the little curly hair visibly accelerated.

Ling Su lowered his gaze, relaxed his joints, and stretched his waist.

He hadn't decided whether to change into pajamas at first, but now he didn't need to worry about it at all.

Ling Su wiped the water off his face, then covered his head with a towel, and walked briskly out of the bathroom.

……

With the temptation of fruit fishing and ice watermelon, Zhuang Die managed to overcome the temptation of the hair dryer in just 5 minutes.

Ling Su's pajamas were too big for him, and Zhuang Die rolled up his trouser legs.It was difficult to operate with one hand, so he simply stopped fighting with his sleeves and went back to the study with his freshly dried hair.

Ling Su was already sitting in front of the computer.

There are two large white porcelain bowls and a plate of watermelon on the spacious desk, as well as many small snacks that have been packaged.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ling Su stopped typing on the keyboard and raised his head: "Pajamas—"

He originally wanted to ask how the pajamas are, whether they are comfortable or fit, but now it seems that at least the latter question does not need to be bothered.

Ling Su rubbed the tip of his nose, he got up and walked over, taking Zhuang Die's arm.

"I placed an order in your size... unfortunately it won't be delivered tonight."

Ling Su helped Zhuang Die roll up the cuffs that covered most of his palms. His movements were very careful, and the movements of his fingers were nimble and neat, and the cuffs were rolled up neatly.

After rolling up the two cuffs, Ling Su took a step back to carefully evaluate the symmetry, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's deal with it for one night first."

Zhuang Die didn't think it was coping at all: "It's already very good."

In fact, Zhuang Die also likes Ling Su's pajamas very much - the other party's pajamas are not in the same style as him, his overall color is very soft dark blue, which looks very different from the cold gray pajamas Ling Su is wearing now. Very good.

I don't know if it's a psychological factor, Zhuang Die repeatedly compared the fabric, pattern, and cutting several times, and still felt that Ling Su's pajamas were more comfortable to wear than his own.

Zhuang Die followed Ling Su into the study.

He hesitated for a while between the swivel chair and the small bench brought by Ling Su, then went around the desk and sat on the small bench with a more familiar position.

Holding the white porcelain bowl from the fruit, Zhuang Die thought about it carefully, and found a more powerful statement: "In my impression, there seems to be no more comfortable night than this."

Ling Su's eyes lit up obviously because of this sentence.

He raised the corner of his mouth, put his fingers gently into the small wool roll that Zhuang Die had just dried and still had a little warmth, and slowly rubbed it: "It doesn't matter how many nights."

"As many nights as you want." Ling Su repeated earnestly. He pulled out his chair and sat down. He shook the mouse to make the screen light up again. "Little Curly, are you interested in team mode?"

The topic changed too abruptly, Zhuang Die was concentrating on picking yellow peaches from the yogurt, holding up the small white porcelain spoon and thinking for half a second: "A little bit."

He sat behind the desk with Ling Su, saw the content on the screen, and realized that the captain was not writing a review.

Ling Su just finished writing the task summary.His personal computer should have been specially processed, and it can also be directly connected to the headquarters of "Cocoon" in this way. Although it is not as direct as a projection, the content on the virtual screen can also be viewed.

Most of Zhuang Die's interest in the team mode came from the lottery, but he didn't know the requirements at that time, and he didn't know that there must be people directly under the task to form a team.

Rather than dealing with those people, he still prefers to do missions with the captain.

"It's not that all those who are directly responsible for the task are not easy to deal with... quite a few of them are pretty good."

Ling Su was dumbfounded, and raised his hand to rub his neck: "That's what I want to say."

He turned the computer around: "The rules of the team mode have been updated on a large scale, and it will be officially launched in three days - I just checked, and the permissions that were originally only available to those directly under the task have been fully released."

Zhuang Di clicked and chewed the apple slices, put half of his head on the table, and quickly browsed the content on it.

Ling Su cooperated with his reading speed and quickly turned the pages of the pile of rules.

"It's a bit like switching from internal beta to public beta without deleting files."

Zhuang Die read a few pages, and quickly cleared his mind: "A certain number of registration quotas are open, and you can join after passing the online review and assessment... I understand."

This large-scale rule upgrade is actually the private dream processing agency for Yan Xun and others.

The connection of dreams is still expanding, and these private dream processing institutions are springing up like mushrooms after rain, but the quality is uneven, and many institutions do not even have professional qualifications and backgrounds.

Not all institutions are equipped enough to deal with dreams.

It's just better to deal with failure and return without success.If it caused further mutation and deterioration of the dream domain due to improper operation, or caused some irreparable serious damage to the subconscious of the dream owner, the situation would be much more serious.

In addition, these dream processing agencies themselves may also be trapped in the dream realm—most of these people are unwilling to wait for rescue honestly, and often make things more complicated.

And once you encounter a mutated dream domain, the situation will be even more troublesome.Without the timely monitoring and support of "Cocoon", even a private dream processing agency with enough professionalism and qualifications like Yan Xun and others in the last dream may also be trapped in this dangerous dreamland middle.

Zhuang Die looked at the official data summary given by "Cocoon". In the latest batch of missions, at least one-fifth of them were to rescue these untrained "dreamers".

"Instead of letting the situation continue to be chaotic, it is better to simply open up the quota, rely on online review and assessment to establish a unified standard, and draw everyone in."

Zhuang Die flipped through the list of completed tasks: "It makes sense to do so. But will those people agree?"

"Probably yes." Ling Su nodded, "On the one hand, the technical support and security guarantees that 'Cocoon' can give taskers are much better than their own. On the other hand, it won't be long before the official We will formulate strict uniform industry norms, and we will not allow institutions to continue to exist..."

Zhuang Die remembered it clearly, scooping up a small spoonful of yogurt: "Captain, you are responsible for drafting the official regulations."

"……Correct."

Ling Su coughed, and changed his words as he said: "After destroying the so-called 'juvenile behavior correction institution', I suggested to the government to formulate strict uniform industry norms and prevent the existence of institutions that are just fake... It won't take long for the results to come out. gone."

The Psychological Association contacted him suddenly, wanting to find him back, probably because of this incident.

The association has made more achievements in the professional field, and the technical field of "cocoon" has also matured day by day.Under the current situation, it will be a matter of time for the two sides to cooperate.

Ling Su is unwilling to show up, and the association will try to find other people to help and try to talk to the headquarters of "Cocoon".

Zhuang Die looked at Ling Su's untouched inspection, and suddenly guessed what Ling Su had been doing from just now: "Captain, are you discussing the follow-up of the last dream with Yan Xun and the others?"

"...That's right." Ling Su touched the tip of his nose, "We chatted briefly."

He seemed embarrassed to admit this, paused for a moment, and then continued to explain a few words: "Most of the people who deal with dreams have no background in psychology, and they don't have a lot of experience in dreaming in psychology. Those people's discussions are not going well. Occasionally need a translator..."

Zhuang Die understood this contradictory mentality very well, and patted the back of the captain's hand maturely: "I didn't reconcile with them, I know."

Ling Su paused, seeing Zhuang Die's familiar career model, he didn't hold back and burst out laughing: "Mr. Xiao Zhuang...do you treat me like a child who has quarreled?"

He pulled a tissue and carefully wiped off a little cream on the tip of Zhuang Die's nose.

Zhuang Die obediently asked him to wipe it, the little curly hair swayed, and asked intently: "How is the black shadow?"

Ling Su knew which shadow he was asking, and nodded, "Don't worry, there is no danger."

It is difficult for the incomplete consciousness to return to reality immediately and smoothly, and only Wu Li's shadow woke up from the dream and returned directly to the body where he was fishing and playing games.

The "Wu Li" who went out with Professor Du really found out that his shadow was lost - he is arguing with himself in a heated argument, according to the observation and report of his roommates, apart from not looking very smart, it seems that nothing will happen for the time being big problem.

In order to avoid violent conflicts with the main body and affect reality, the other incomplete consciousnesses were temporarily recovered by the "cocoon" and placed in a temporarily generated safe house.

Ling Su has already issued a report, and plans to screen those shadows and recruit those who are not in danger to work part-time in the night market in the team.After a certain period of social regression training, try to send them back to reality.

The black shadow who had the most dealings with them had done transportation, set up street stalls, and had countless jobs to support his family. He had the most experience in this area, so Ling Su entrusted him with the unified responsibility of the night market.

At the same time, the ontology in reality also needs a lot of psychological intervention-this is the part that consultants such as Yan Xun need to be responsible for.

If these people want to face the reality again, they also need to gradually accept themselves and accept the parts that have been abandoned by themselves. Even if a few people really cannot accept it, they must stabilize their consciousness as much as possible to avoid being eroded by the undercurrent deep in the subconscious.

"The puppet's self-awareness has almost dissipated, and it is difficult to determine his identity in reality... Strictly speaking, he is still in Yan Xun's subconscious."

Ling Su knocked on the table and said in a deep voice, "So our discussion didn't go smoothly."

Zhuang Die was startled: "Why?"

"The puppet can't stand Yan Xun's office. It's too messy. It must be cleaned up immediately."

Ling Su explained: "So Yan Xun can only take the time to chat with us - most of the time, he is subconsciously forced to clean up, as long as he stops, he will be overwhelmed by self-blame for no reason."

Ling Su lowered his head and looked at his watch, and made a rough estimate: "I guess he will have finished cleaning by dawn."

Zhuang Die: "..."

"Laugh." Ling Su nodded, and added calmly, "The situation is actually a bit troublesome. Professor Du and that bald-headed colleague are ready to intervene... But it can't stop all of us from laughing without sympathy and professionalism. The fact that it took him 10 minutes."

Zhuang Die couldn't hold back, coughed and laughed, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Can the black shadow go home?"

Ling Su didn't answer immediately, but rubbed the little curly hair lying on his knee.

"I will work hard." Ling Su promised, "I will do my best."

He has no qualifications as a psychological counselor, and he has never taken any patients... But even a senior counselor, I am afraid that he has never tried to provide psychological counseling to a chaotic mood.

Until now, Ling Su couldn't guarantee how much success this crazy plan had.

But as long as it is what Zhuang Die wants to do, he will try to do it.

Zhuang Die picked up the bowl and looked around carefully, scooped up one of the best-looking strawberries, and put it into Ling Su's fruit basket.

Ling Su was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously, "What is this for?"

"Medal for bravery." Zhuang Die put the strawberry on the yogurt mountain and adjusted it carefully, "Captain."

Ling Su looked at the glowing red medal, he poked it lightly with a spoon, and looked at the suddenly serious curly hair on the small bench in front of him.

"What everyone is doing is very important." Zhuang Die looked at him, "but what we are doing is my favorite."

Ling Su looked past Strawberry and looked at Zhuang Die seriously for a while.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed the little curly hair that was blown a little too far by the hair dryer and flew around.

His movements were very gentle, but slightly different from usual.

This movement eventually turned into a lighter touch, Ling Su looked at him intently, and lightly touched Zhuang Die's cheek with the back of his hand.

Little Curly's body has been well conditioned these days, and after being washed in hot water, his complexion becomes more reassuring.

He had always wanted to hide Zhuang Die, but it didn't seem to be going well - none of the rookies could automatically unlock the mental power assist mode after the fifth mission due to the overflow of experience, or even directly upgrade to Lv2. It has already caused quite a commotion inside the cocoon.

…In this case, perhaps it is indeed almost time to implement the backup plan.

With the official revision of the team model, the supporting review, training and assessment will also be launched together.

Of course, those directly under the task will not relax.Ling Su just sent a red envelope for experience points to D2, and found that the other party is still in the training mode. There are quite a few internal beta players rushing to race against time before the official public beta, for fear of being overtaken by newcomers.

When the new version is officially opened, whether it is the level of the taskers or the danger of the pending dreamland assigned by "Cocoon", I am afraid that it will be even higher than it is now.

"Me too." Ling Su said, "This job is also my favorite."

He didn't explain the reason, but just lowered his head and ate the strawberry, the sweet and sour juice filled his mouth instantly.

"There are still three days left, let's do a few simpler tasks and get ready..."

Ling Su looked at Zhuang Die, he blinked solemnly, and smiled: "When the registration is released, let's go and scare them."

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Puppet: It's so messy, can you sleep?I can not sleep.

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