don't open your eyes [unlimited]

The ever-whining wind stopped.

Outside the cubicle door, Song Huaimin had also discovered that bullets had no effect on the weird lock, and was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, he was suddenly shocked by the loud noise.

Zhuang Die originally planned to push the door out calmly, but halfway through, the whole door fell off completely, forcing him to hold the door and walk two steps: "Vice-captain."

Song Huaimin didn't know what to say, and took the door in his hand with complicated emotions.

"The previous inference is correct. The fear in the bathroom is not over, or this is actually the hidden core fear..." Zhuang Die was halfway through speaking, and suddenly found that the partner who could discuss with him was gone, "People Woolen cloth?"

"Here." Someone above the compartment agreed.

The already crumbling partition creaked a few times, and a hand protruded from the gap near the roof: "What new discovery?"

"Ling Su!!" Song Huaimin looked for a place to put the door panel, raised his head defenselessly, and his blood pressure just stabilized was stimulated again, "When did you go up... what are you doing up there?!"

"Explore the details that may have been overlooked." Ling Su crawled out of the gap in the partition of No. [-] compartment, jumped to the ground, and calmly patted the dust on his body. "It didn't go well."

He originally wanted to try to see if he could turn over from the next compartment, but from the moment the door was locked, compartment No. [-] seemed to be a completely independent space.

There is no way to get in until the person inside comes out voluntarily.

Ling Su walked up to Zhuang Die quickly, and looked at him carefully: "How is it, have you found something new?"

Zhuang Die nodded: "I have to borrow a coat."

Ling Su was easy to talk, so he took off his coat and handed it to Zhuang Die: "It's a little dirty, does it matter?"

"Just right." Zhuang Die took it, "I found a bag of washing powder."

He was deceived by the advertisement of sleeping happily with pay, so he was not as well prepared as Ling Su and the other two, and he only wore a set of his favorite pajamas.

Although his own teaching plan is not going well, Zhuang Die has reason to suspect that the mirror refuses to learn from him to wash clothes because he just undresses out of thin air, and the effect is not realistic enough.

"It's probably rumors like campus ghost stories. Someone once jumped from the seventh compartment. In addition, the location of this bathroom is remote, and you can always hear weird wind noises. Later, there are gradually rumors of haunting."

Zhuang Die put on the coat he borrowed from Ling Shuna, zipped it up, and walked back to the mirror with the bag of washing powder: "Students are young, so it's easier to believe this... Coupled with the atmosphere, even Those guys who bluff and bully people will feel a little jealous in their hearts."

Maybe it was a time when he was chased to nowhere and hid in this compartment, only to find that those people didn't dare to come in, they just cursed outside and left in a fit of anger.

This happened several times in a row, and because of the rumors of being haunted, this cubicle became the last refuge.

...It's a pity that the fear of ghosts and the like will eventually be weakened by frequent contact.

Those people stayed outside the door longer and longer. During this long torment, they either chose to join each other and become monsters together, or they kept hiding and turned into dark shadows that dare not see the light.

"We already know the two branches that are hiding."

Zhuang Die briefly summed it up: "In the third case, due to luck or other reasons, the key event of the next stage will appear after the monster retreats."

—Those people finally got tired of this chicken game and decided to get a new one.

Someone brought a new lock.

"So one day, after those people left, our client suddenly found that he couldn't get out either." Ling Su had already understood what he meant, "Those people locked him in the cubicle."

Song Huaimin frowned more and more when he heard this: "This kind of behavior has already constituted personal injury. What are they doing this for?"

"There is no purpose, maybe there is a so-called 'excuse', but it is not important anymore." Ling Su shook his head, "There are more important things than figuring this out..."

So far, the reason why the lavatory still exists has been found.

Although the monster has been frightened away, the fear still exists.The core fear hidden in the whole dream was actually locked in the seventh compartment of the bathroom after the monster left.

Maybe it was just a bad joke, maybe those people planned to pick the lock the next day.But under the deadly anxiety of being on the verge of collapse, this night locked in the cubicle was enough to make the accumulated fear completely out of control.

……

Zhuang Die was still washing clothes in front of the mirror.

When he repeated the procedure of "putting on the jacket—unzip it—take off his clothes" to No.30 nine times, the shadow in the mirror finally barely imitated his actions.

Zhuang Die bit a lollipop stick, stepped on the ruins of the sink with one foot, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the chainsaw stood beside him.

After confirming that the students have kept up with the progress, he is patiently proceeding with the next step of instruction: pour washing powder on the clothes, turn on the tap, and soak in water for scrubbing.

If the movement of the mirror is slightly inconsistent, he will take a kindly look at him, and he can only lower his head and wash the soiled school uniform desperately.

"Zhuang Die said that his original job was a kindergarten teaching assistant?" Looking at the warm scene in front of him, Ling Su's tone softened, "It seems that he must get along well with the children."

Song Huaimin looked at Ling Su's coat that had been washed with bald threads: "..."

Although it is not a ghost film like the soul being locked in the mirror, to some extent, the state of the image in the mirror can still reflect the emotional state of the dream owner.

In the middle of the night, the bathroom is haunted, and I have to follow the weird guy with the chainsaw to wash clothes in the sink. The shadow in the mirror has been slightly distorted.

Song Huaimin even began to worry about the mirror: "Isn't this bad? What if he suddenly collapses?"

After understanding the previous situation, Song Huaimin actually did not agree to squeeze and persecute the owner of the dream anymore—it’s just that the dream has been distorted to such an extent that the dreamer’s consciousness is undoubtedly completely confused, and it is difficult to have a rational conversation. There is no better way.

What's more, Zhuang Die is just kindly teaching the mirror to wash clothes, which can hardly be defined as oppression and persecution...

Song Huaimin couldn't rest assured of Zhuang Die's personal safety, and wanted to persuade Ling Su to take care of it, but he accidentally glanced outside the bathroom door from the corner of his eye, but suddenly his eyes widened.

The thick blood-colored mist that was so thick that it seemed indestructible turned out to be much lighter than before, and it is even fading away slowly!

"These fogs are the embodiment of emotions." Ling Su explained, "A large number of repetitive activities that require concentrated attention and are easier to gain a sense of accomplishment are originally one of the common means of relieving stress in psychotherapy."

Regardless of whether the dream owner is voluntary or not, when he has to follow Zhuang Die's actions to wash clothes, the content of his attention has actually begun to shift.

If you don't pour enough washing powder, you will be judged, if you don't wash your hands carefully enough, you will be judged, if you don't wash well enough, you will be judged...

Under Zhuang Die's amiable gaze, washing the school uniform has gradually become more important than haunting the toilet.

Looking at the school uniform covered in foam in the mirror, Zhuang Die finally nodded with satisfaction, drew a little red flower on the mirror, turned on the faucet, and continued with the next step of the tutorial.

……

With the harmonious teaching interaction proceeding in an orderly manner, the school uniform in the mirror was actually washed little by little, slowly revealing its original color.

The fog outside the washroom also became thinner and thinner, and it finally became difficult to see clearly.

Song Huaimin just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but found that the tile floor under his feet suddenly began to shake.

"Old Song, be careful." Ling Su gave him a hand, "This scene is about to collapse."

The bathroom is a concrete projection of fear. With the shift of attention in the dream, there is no longer such a strong sense of fear to continue to maintain this scene.

Ling Su briefly explained a few words, as if responding to his words, a large piece of tile suddenly shattered, and smoke and dust instantly rose and filled the air.

A hideous wriggling silhouette appeared in the smoke and dust.

Unexpectedly, he saw those monsters again. Song Huaimin subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but Ling Su held his arm by the side.

The sight in front of him was bizarre and eerie.

Black shadows emerged from the gaps in the broken tiles, wisps of black air enveloped the ruins all over the ground, twisted and deformed in the smoke and dust, and became an ugly, bloated, blood-red monster.

The green juice kept splattering, cracked lines covered the monster's body, and those chunks of flesh roared and struggled, turning into dirty walls and tiles again.

In the disorderly and chaotic transformation, the washroom is constantly being dismantled and deformed.

They suddenly seemed to have returned to that bedroom, and the next moment they seemed to be hiding in the closet, and then they were pulled into a long and narrow corridor and pressed into the narrow staircase lattice...

"Condensation of dreams."

Ling Su's face also shattered along with the tiles, and the next moment it became complete again: "Remove the embellishments, and all the objects of fear are directly condensed together, this is the essence of this dream..."

Everything suddenly fell silent.

In the empty and dead dark gray space that seemed never to change, countless seventh compartments were connected together to form a long corridor.

Ling Su and Song Huaimin were pushed towards the exit of the passage, but Zhuang Die, who was enthusiastic about teaching children to wash clothes, was left at the end of the dream.

The entangled black shadows and fleshy monsters made up the walls of the compartment, and the bloody paint was everywhere. The fear was completely condensed into an image, so cramped that it seemed that it could choose someone to eat at any time.

Zhuang Die suddenly discovered that the two blood-red moons that could be seen from any window turned out to be pairs of eyes.

Countless eyes are floating, watching, waiting for his final choice.