don't open your eyes [unlimited]

[I often think about it. 】

[Whether it is time to uncover the thick fog and touch the truth it hides. 】

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When consciousness recovered, Zhuang Die had already entered a new dream realm.

Although the white light that was almost the same as every teleportation has dissipated, his vision is still not clear.

The air has a damp and cold characteristic of foggy nights, as if it is wrapped in a thick mist that mixes the night and lights.

... Fortunately, this fog seems to be just some special weather, not some kind of visual occlusion phenomenon in the dream realm.

Although there is only a blurry shape left at a little distance, and there seems to be a layer of flowing mist under the feet, but the nearby sight is not disturbed too much, and you can still see the road signs beside you and the people standing on the ground. People nearby.

Counting Zhuang Die and Ling Su, a total of four people were assigned to this dream field this time, and they were all standing not far away at this moment, and they could see each other clearly without too much effort.

"As long as you enter the Dreamland of Drifting, the probability of teleporting with the captain will be relatively high."

Zhuang Die pondered and opened the notebook, and quickly wrote down two lines: "If you want to play games with the captain in the future, you can come to this dreamland..."

While recording, he had already walked towards Ling Su, and the latter also confirmed his location, and quickly came to Zhuang Die's side.

"Is it so advanced that there is even a narration in the opening title?"

Not far away, someone sighed, followed the light source, and walked towards the two of them.

The voice of the visitor was somewhat familiar, and when he saw Ling Su and Zhuang Die, his expression revealed some unexpected surprise: "No wonder, I wonder how I found Yan Xun's serial number - he lent you the authority ?”

Ling Su smiled, nodded and said hello: "Dr. Yan is a little busy tonight."

"I know . . . he just emptied the bookshelf and is now placing an order for new dishcloths."

The hypnotist also nodded: "I don't think he has much hope of being relieved tonight, so I will come to line up first."

He and Yan Xun have always been partners, but when it came to this matter, they still couldn't help but twitched the corners of their mouths twice, coughed and rubbed the tip of their noses randomly full of self-blame.

——This feeling is like seeing a friend who got into a fight with a street lamp after being drunk, and jumped up from the manhole cover to assassinate him.Of course there is no shortage of worry and concern, but when I bought a fruit basket to visit, it was still difficult to manage my expressions freely...

There must always be someone in the institution who has accumulated some early experience, so the hypnotist had no choice but to leave his partner in the study and enter the queue with temporary authority.

In order to prevent taskers from being alone in the dream realm, single invitees will have the opportunity to choose their own partner as long as they enter the queue.

The hypnotist found Yan Xun's serial number in the list.He hadn't heard Yan Xun mention the matter of lending out his authority, he was a little strange, and planned to come over to have a look, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

The hypnotist has a good impression of Zhuang Die, and has been looking for an opportunity to ask Ling Su for professional skills.Seeing that Yan Xun originally lent his authority to these two people, he no longer felt surprised: "It turns out that the relationship between you is also very good, so I can rest assured."

In the dream at the hotel, before he had time to formally introduce himself, he stretched out his hand and announced his family name: "Liu Yu, a hypnotist."

Ling Su shook hands with him: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

While the few people were talking, the last tasker had already arrived under the streetlight.

The hypnotist has already queued up a few drifting dream realms, gained some experience, and took the initiative to say hello: "Are you the guide? Thank you for your hard work..."

The visitor was slightly surprised, stopped in place and pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and clicked on the backstage of the hypnotist.

After glancing at the hypnotist's data, he quickly confirmed what was going on, smiled and said: "I am not a guide—you have successfully solved three simple drifting dream domains, and the novice tutorial is over." If it is over, there will be no guide to partner with you."

After briefly explaining the situation clearly, the visitor turned to Ling Su and Zhuang Die, and nodded slightly: "Jiu Yang, my code name is Z1, you can also call me Yi Ze."

The hypnotist was taken aback: "A first-level tasker?!"

"In the short term, you may frequently have the turn of first-level taskers, and the task difficulty may also increase slightly."

Z1's expression showed a little helplessness, he seemed not quite used to the situation of being frequently exclaimed: "The second, third, and fourth-level taskers are all busy... The low-difficulty drifting dreams are consumed quickly."

When he said this, he subconsciously glanced at Zhuang Die who was standing aside.

…The third and fourth-level taskers are busy digging potatoes and peas on the farm, and then happily doing simple tasks with them.

Most of the second-level taskers are team leaders, and they are busy discussing the most reasonable plant lineup with the strategic taskers in the team. They even applied to the headquarters for this, and installed the genuine version of "Plants vs. Zombies" in the backstage of everyone. "game.

Even though Dream Realm quickly entered the charging stage, the extremely cost-effective price of 50 experience points did not stop this kind of plant-hunting craze. The headquarters has quickly become popular with the shape of an iron pot with a beard.

As for the main reason for all this to happen, the mysterious new dream master who caused them, the first-level taskers, to be taken back from their vacations to work overtime temporarily is this gentle-looking curly-haired young man...

The right to know of the first-level mission personnel is already very high, Z1 is very aware of what happened to D2, and also knows what happened in that submarine.

In the internal meeting, they have analyzed the memory fragments brought back by D2 many times, and they have a deep impression on Ling Su and Zhuang Die, so it is not surprising that Z1 will say "Jiu Yang".

After the farm incident this time, Z1 suddenly developed a certain unconscious cautious attitude when facing these two people.

"Captain Ling...?"

Looking at Ling Su's expression, Z1 tentatively asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Huh?" Ling Su recovered from his contemplation and shook his head, "No."

He was just thinking, since they are also taskers, why the transliteration of other people's code names is normal, but D2 can be reduced to this point by virtue of its strength.

Also every time he relied on his strength to pull out a bunch of bricks, Ling Su finally found a similar observation object, and really wanted to find an opportunity to disassemble the backstage of D2 and study it...

Z1 didn't know what he was thinking, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

He looked at the hypnotist at the side, and added an explanation that he had missed before: "That's not the opening narration. Sometimes, the 'voice' of the person concerned will remain in the drifting dreamland."

Many of us also hear that "voice in our head" when we think or read.

These voices are also called internal language, and the exact source has not been completely determined. It is only known that such voices occasionally appear in the dream realm—especially when the connection between the dream realm and the dream master is completely severed, they appear just more often.

The hypnotist had also read the papers in the related direction, and immediately responded: "Innerspeech..."

Z1 nodded: "It can also be regarded as the monologue of the person involved in the dream."

However, in most cases, this monologue will be played after the mechanical sound is over, as a reminder and supplement to the world view in the dream realm.

But this time, the monologue directly covered the mechanical sound, and it is unclear whether any special circumstances occurred.

Z1 briefly explained, and continued to ask patiently: "Apart from this, what other situations did you encounter that you don't understand?"

"Speaking of... there are indeed."

The hypnotist fumbled in his coat pocket a few times, and took out a crumpled piece of paper: "I found this ticket on my body, do you have it too?"

The hypnotist looked at Ling Su, who stood not far away with his arms around Zhuang Die's shoulders, nodded, took out two tickets and handed them over.

After entering the Dream Realm, Ling Su and Zhuang Die had already checked their belongings, and they also found the train ticket that suddenly appeared in their pockets.

——It’s just that it looks a bit too simple, neither the time is marked, nor any departure or arrival location, but the silhouette of a bus is sloppily printed on it, and the check-in area is separated by a dotted line.

"It does happen sometimes. If you get a character, even the clothes and props will be replaced according to the person's memory."

Z1 nodded, took the two tickets that Ling Su handed over, and looked at them carefully: "Since they appeared on all of us at the same time, they are probably items that we will need later."

He also took out the same ticket from his pocket: "I have it too, it should have appeared on us when we entered the dream realm."

"Since the platform and time are not marked, and there are creases for ticket inspection, it should be a single ticket with no time limit..."

Z1 squatted down, checked the rails on the ground, and then looked up into the distance: "Could it be the shuttle bus used for commuting in this place?"

The hypnotist is not good at reasoning, so he was stunned for a long time, looked down at his crumpled ticket, and nodded: "Oh..."

He walked up to the road sign and took a closer look with the light, "But where are we going to sit? There are quite a few stops here."

Z1 pondered for a moment, then looked back not far away.

He didn't answer right away, as if he couldn't think of an answer, and was waiting for Ling Su and Zhuang Die's opinions.

...It's a pity that the two people on the opposite side are just like the rumors, they only care about communicating in a low voice, and they don't seem to want to participate in the discussion.

Z1 hesitated for a while, but still walked towards the two of them: "Captain Ling, excuse me."

Obviously, these first-level taskers who have sufficient information rights have communicated internally and have a certain understanding of the style of these two people.

Compared with other colleagues, Z1 showed a much more cautious attitude: "I'm usually not responsible for dealing with Drifting Dreamland, and I don't have much experience—do you have any opinions?"

"Since it is a dreamland, the function of the train appearing is to send us to our destination."

Ling Su said: "For the subconscious mind, every time you stop the car, there will be a small unexpected event against the law, which is an extra burden on the operation of dreams."

Ling Su didn't raise his head, but said casually, "We can get off whenever the car stops..."

Z1 also heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, nodded, and took half a step forward: "In this case——"

Ling Su finished the last half sentence slowly: "Did we get the answer right?"

Z1 froze: "What?"

He met Ling Su's gaze, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he instinctively took half a step back: "Captain Ling, I don't..."

"You raised your feet again." Zhuang Die reminded suddenly.

Z1's movements stopped in place.

He lowered his head and looked at the rails on the ground that he stepped over.

"The fog is so dense that you can hardly see anything on the ground from a normal standing perspective, but you can see it at first."

Zhuang Die closed the notebook: "When you were walking towards us, I noticed that you took a step suddenly, squatted down and looked carefully, and found the rails."

The place where the four people appeared was indeed not far away. Since Zhuang Die happened to be standing under the streetlight, the place where they gathered naturally became where he stood.

The starting positions of Ling Su and the hypnotist are both on the same side of the rail as Zhuang Die, but Z1's teleportation location is on the opposite side of the rail, so that unnatural leaping action appeared.

"Considering that we don't know the abilities of the first-level taskers, it can be explained that your detection ability is stronger, and your vision and hearing will have bonuses without consuming mental power gains."

Zhuang Die said: "So I was only a little concerned at the time - there are many other points that are also worthy of attention."

He wrenched his fingers and said, "For example, your attitude is too patient. You have been actively answering some simple basic questions. When you push the answer, you are very certain and clear, and you have even jumped a little..."

"So we did an experiment."

Zhuang Die took out the other two tickets from his pocket: "This is the ticket we got. The two tickets that the captain showed you just now were made by us just now."

Z1 opened his eyes in astonishment, took it over and compared it carefully for a long time: "Is there really no crease on the ticket?"

"When I took the initiative to ask you if there was any difference, you already doubted me."

Only then did he come to his senses: "You guys gave me fake tickets to test whether I would make one right away. If there are creases on the ticket I took out, it means that I am temporarily trying to prevent you from getting suspicious. According to your imitation..."

That's why the hypnotist was obviously stunned for several seconds when he directly gave the prompt "the ticket is one-way" based on the crease.

Zhuang Die nodded: "Combining this information, we can probably draw two accurate conclusions."

"First, your perspective is different from ours - in your eyes, there is no fog in the environment of this dream, or even if there is fog, it will not block your sight. Our ticket is in the dreamland It is formed under the cognitive assimilation of , and you are not affected by this assimilation, so you don’t have a ticket.”

"Second, with the permission of 'cocoon', you can check some basic clues, skip all parts that require reasoning, and directly take actions that can effectively crack the dream realm."

"In addition, you said that you are not usually responsible for dealing with the Drifting Dream Realm, and the answer is already obvious..."

Zhuang Die said: "The reason why first-level taskers are not sent to deal with Drifting Dreamland is because with the assistance of 'Cocoon', they are equivalent to Sky Eye players here, as simple as answering questions according to the standard answers. "

Z1 froze on the spot, remained motionless for a while, and finally smiled wryly: "Okay, I've realized it now..."

He didn't give a clear answer, but this helpless attitude obviously acquiesced to Zhuang Die's speculation.

Since these drifting dream realms have been assimilated with the rules of "cocoon", he can indeed see the clues in this dream realm, and he also knows that "taking the commuting tram to the town" is the first step to cracking the dream realm .

"Some situations are inconvenient to explain to you, but please believe that I have no malicious intentions."

Z1 looked at several people, and sincerely apologized: "I was indeed sent to guide the taskers in this drifting dreamland to leave as soon as possible... It's just that I didn't expect to meet you here."

Z1 looked at Ling Su and couldn't help asking: "Captain Ling, do you have any personal grievances with 'Cocoon'?"

Ling Su was also thinking about this question, and raised his hand to press his neck: "Yes..."

"If not, when you get back to reality, you'd better ask for a lottery, or consider other types of beliefs."

Z1 quickly said: "Please just follow me, the bus has already arrived—actually no ticket is needed, it is the same as an invitation, it's just a reminder from this dream to guide passengers to wait for the bus..."

Not far away, the lights of the tram have penetrated the thick fog, and the huge body of the tram slowly drove over from the night.

"Keep quiet and get off when the train stops."

Z1 walked over: "Please follow me—"

His voice suddenly stopped.

Unlike the promised clues, the tram didn't intend to stop at all. The door opened and then closed immediately slapped Z1's face, and it drove into the night without a sound.

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