don't open your eyes [unlimited]

After getting the two people's puzzled but still affirmative answers, Ling Su quickly started the next step.

He took out a marker, rolled up his sleeves and squatted beside the sled.

"that……"

In the previous dream, the hypnotist had actually seen and experienced the power of bananas, and soon figured out why Ling Su asked such a question.

But he still couldn't figure out the role of bananas in the whole incident this time. After hesitating for a long time, he lowered his voice and asked Zhuang Die cautiously: "Can you ask Captain Ling what he is doing?"

Zhuang Die took a look for him: "The captain is writing 'heel' on every corner of the bottom of the sled."

"..." The hypnotist has already discovered this through observation: "Is it really these three words..."

He watched Ling Su's fluttering brushstrokes in one go, and thought that the other party had some special method of writing spells, and was blessing the sled with some mysterious power.

Or maybe, this may really be some kind of text code or secret code inside the "cocoon"...

Meeting the suspicious gaze of the hypnotist, Z1 instantly guessed what the other person was thinking, and shook his head without hesitation: "There is no such code as the heel."

"Oh." The hypnotist breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, "... oh oh."

Z1 looked at Ling Su, and he also vaguely guessed that the two of them probably had some kind of skills or props, capable of changing the coefficient of friction—after all, the prop pool of "Cocoon" is unimaginably large, even for their first-level tasks It is also difficult to see the whole picture.

But no matter what, he still can't think of any props that can be used to fit the scene in front of him...

Z1 couldn't hold back his confusion, and wanted to inquire about it in detail, but Ling Su had already finished the last stroke.

After completing his calligraphy work with bold strokes, Ling Su put on the cap of his pen gracefully, stood up, and walked towards him.

Z1 felt a little nervous for no reason, and swallowed unconsciously: "Captain Ling."

"Relax." Ling Su smiled, "The rules for using this item are very loose."

He put away the marker pen, rubbed his sore wrist, and asked casually, "What's your score in the cognitive adjustment test?"

"Just passed..." Z1 replied subconsciously, then suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Ling Su in surprise.

According to the information they obtained, Ling Su was only the person in charge of the special event handling team that cooperated with the government.

The opponent's various statistics are very common and average, basically comparable to the weaker class of third-level taskers-this level is naturally considered excellent in teams that are mainly responsible for B-level and below tasks. But if it is placed in the headquarters where the strong gather, it will undoubtedly not be so good.

In contrast, the young man who opened a series of permissions that would normally take a few months to open a series of permissions like opening a soda bottle cap, and jumped directly to Lv2 on the day he unlocked the level of mental power was even more so. Stand out.

"Captain Ling, how do you know about the cognitive assessment?"

Z1 stared at Ling Su suspiciously: "Even internally, these should be kept secret from taskers below the first level..."

"Because I'm a super hacker, I have hacked into the surveillance system of 'Cocoon', and I can control your every move."

Ling Su made up a few random sentences, and seeing Z1's more stunned expression, he smiled and shook his head, "Nonsense... I have a friend who used to be a colleague with you."

Only then did Z1 heave a sigh of relief, and nodded: "You'd better remind him, it's better not to say these things as much as possible."

Those directly under the task cannot maintain a high-intensity working state for a long time. According to the time flow inside the "cocoon", they must be rotated for a maximum of one year. This is also the experience left by the pioneers.

Therefore, Z1 was not too surprised when he heard Ling Su say "I used to be a colleague".

...Maybe it was a retired senior who used his spare heat to volunteer to guide Ling Su's team, and casually mentioned such a sentence or two.

Since it is no longer an insider, and it is said to Ling Su, who is also a tasker, it is naturally outside their jurisdiction. Z1 reminded me and didn't pursue further: "Captain Ling, are your props cognitive?"

"Props themselves are not." Ling Su shook his head, "But to ensure the safety of you and us, you need to adjust your cognition... You need to keep telling yourself that these are not feet."

As he spoke, he pointed to Z1's feet standing on the ground.

The latter was stunned: "What is that?"

"It's all right." Ling Su thought for a while, and then casually gave a few options, "Wheels, somersaulting clouds, hot wheels, indescribable tentacles, two anti-gravity propulsion devices with bionic structures..."

The hypnotist at the side heard a little sweat on his forehead: "Captain Ling, your research is very extensive..."

"Multiple choices are safer." Ling Su changed the subject, "Any one is fine, but you must firmly believe in this matter."

The characteristic of the banana peel is "automatically find the soles of the target's hind feet", and it can only exist independently for 3 minutes, and it will disappear after this time - these two points were rigorously verified by Dr. Yan in the dream in the hotel up.

The hypnotist has also caught up with the train of thought at this moment, recalling the scene at that time: "Yes, that's right."

After Yan Xun stepped on the banana peel and knocked the hypnotist out, they kept the physical evidence that was still intact and tried to take it back for some research.

But after 3 minutes, the banana peel wrapped in the paper towel disappeared without a sound.

This point is the same as Ling Su’s conclusion with milkshake verification at that time. Zhuang Die nodded and opened the notebook: “It will not change depending on whether it is used or not… That is to say, within 45 minutes, we need to eat at least fifteen Round of bananas."

And the bananas required for each round are determined according to the condition that "the sled with three people can just keep it between sliding and flying"-the specific number, Zhuang Die has just made a dozen sets in his mind Small experiments have been calculated.

It is worth mentioning that in real life, you must not eat so many bananas in one go, otherwise your life may be in danger...

The hypnotist took a few draft papers from Zhuang Die and wrote down the amount he was assigned.

He folded the paper and put it away, touched the pocket watch in his pocket, and suddenly remembered another thing, opened the watch cover and looked: "Speaking of it, it seems that more than an hour has passed, right?"

"It's passed." Z1 has been secretly counting the time, "It has been 67 minutes since the car drove just now."

Z1 frowned, and checked the clues again.

The possibility he least expected had become a reality—because of the presence of him, a dreamer who had come here for the second time, a slow and complicated chain reaction seemed to be taking place in this dreamland.

An hour later, the next bus did not come.

The dampness and coldness unique to that kind of foggy night became more obvious. Even in Z1's field of vision, the surrounding area was covered with a faint layer of mist.

The temperature, humidity and environment here are becoming more and more inhospitable.

If it gets worse, it may even cause indiscriminate blood loss due to the continuous consumption of mental power...

"We already have a solution to the first problem."

Zhuang Die said: "For the remaining problems, just continue to solve them after encountering them."

He closed the notebook and looked up at Z1: "The only thing that must be guaranteed now is that the person pulling the cart must not have rear feet."

If Z1 suddenly realizes that he is stepping on the ground with his feet while dragging the sled at high speed, the banana peel will quickly get into the soles of Z1's rear feet, allowing them to glide together.

That's why Ling Su suddenly asked about Z1's assessment score just now.

Z1 has just passed the cognitive adjustment assessment, which happens to meet the minimum requirements. As long as a layer of double insurance is added, everyone's safety can be guaranteed to the maximum extent.

"……That's it."

Ling Su turned to the hypnotist and straightened his cuffs: "Brother Liu, are you wearing a hypnotist?"

The hypnotist didn't expect to have his own job at all, and was stunned for two seconds: "I brought it."

Ling Su gestured to Z1 behind him: "Hurry him up."

hypnotist:"……"

At this time, the hypnotist finally understood the meaning of Zhuang Die's phrase "we all work together".

Meeting Z1's still somewhat dazed gaze, the hypnotist rubbed his face, sighed, and took out a crystal ball with a chain from his pocket and walked over: "Relax your body, you will feel extremely calm..."

……

The following experience almost seemed like a completely bizarre dream to Z1.

In his eyes, at some point, his feet turned into two pairs of cool lightning hot wheels.

Although he basically forgot the reason, by the time he realized it, he had dragged a few extremely thick and strong hemp ropes and galloped on a winding railroad track.

Behind is an oddly shaped but no less sturdy sled, and inside it three people are enjoying an urgent and lavish banana party.

Due to the need for a large number of bananas, the hypnotist would occasionally share part of the work, hanging bananas from a branch and asking Z1 to help him eat a few bites.

I don't know why, all the banana peels thrown out will fly precisely under the "heels" written by Ling Su.The entire sled was almost gliding on a magnetic levitation at low altitude. The captain surnamed Ling even hung a few strings of jingling bells on the sled to enhance the atmosphere...

In this way, after a wonderful four or ten minutes, they finally saw the outline of their destination.

When the huge dock had already faintly floated in the mist, and the damp and salty sea breeze was also filling the air, Zhuang Die gave a new instruction in a timely manner.

Z1 began to slow down, and the sled also slowed down due to the gradually increasing resistance.

Zhuang Die constantly adjusted the coefficient of friction to ensure that the sled would never overturn suddenly due to uneven resistance. The sled always followed Z1 smoothly, decelerating and gliding to the end.

……

The thick fog was unconsciously left behind.

Several people got off the sled, passed through the last bit of thin fog, and finally everything on the pier appeared before their eyes.

This appears to be a very busy old port.

Ships are constantly coming in and out, unloading their cargo here for routine repairs and rest.

There are people busy going back and forth everywhere, sailors in groups of three or four, plunge into the tavern to have fun, hot apple pie, muffins and fried meatballs and pretty girls on the side of the road will attract their attention, and someone blows a loud sound every now and then. whistle.

The boss of the freight forwarder, with a finger-thick cigarette in his mouth, urged his workers to speed up. He shook the ledger in his hand vigorously, and followed the ship merchant to bargain non-stop on the price of the goods.

Teenage boys, wearing overalls, oversized shirts, and waterproof leather boots, shuttled through the crowd with baskets of trinkets bought cheaply from boats, and spared no effort to promote sales.

These ships will probably stay here for a week or more. After replenishing sufficient food, fresh water and other resources, they will leave the port again and continue the next voyage.

"These are not people in reality, they are just projections of the dream master's consciousness."

Z1 introduced in a low voice: "It can also be understood that the material of this entire scene is completely derived from a memory fragment of the dream owner..."

Halfway through his speech, he found that the others were silent, and stopped in a daze: "What's wrong?"

"Ah...you just say it, I'm listening."

The hypnotist rested his cheeks with both hands, he didn't feel like talking, so he sighed: "My face is a little sore."

It’s not that Zhuang Die and Ling Su deliberately targeted him and assigned him the most tasks... It’s really because the hypnotist watched the curly-haired young man wrestling with Banana, and couldn’t bear it. When he recovered, he had already taken the initiative to share it. part.

Even without special training like Z1, due to professional counterparts, hypnotists still have the most basic ability to adjust cognition.

Since it was a dream rather than reality, those bananas were not really eaten after all, and the body would not have any relevant reactions, but it was easy to hypnotize myself without feeling full.

But the hypnotist still couldn’t erase the experience of chewing and chewing in the 45 minutes just now, and occasionally he would be in a trance for a moment, feeling like he had become a big groundhog...

"Fortunately there is no video."

The hypnotist had been rubbing for a long time, and he put down his hands and heaved a sigh of relief: "I don't want this to fall into the hands of Yan Xun, he will threaten me to wash 100 yuan rags for him..."

Z1 was a little happy to hear it just now, feeling that he was not the only one who was stuffed with a bizarre and weird experience, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The hypnotist picked up the crystal ball and shook it in front of his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"The hypnosis should be lifted... These are feet, not Hot Wheels."

The hypnotist stepped on him for help. Seeing the sudden cold sweat from Z1, he was a little confused. He turned around and asked Ling Su: "Is there something wrong with my operation?"

Z1: "..."

...He forgot one very important thing.

Because first-level taskers often experience various dangerous situations, even the cognitive level and original memory may be modified and disturbed in some extreme states, and may even be directly damaged.

Therefore, in order to ensure the accuracy of the collected information, once their important memory fragments are generated, they are immediately sent back synchronously.

Of course Z1 knew that it was his foot that was stepping on the ground, and he also knew that the hypnotist was stepping on his own foot, but all of these suddenly became less important...

"It's okay...it doesn't matter."

Z1 swallowed with difficulty, he took a deep breath, and forced himself to cheer up: "The next step is to behave better."

As long as he performs well enough and sends back a lot of valuable memory fragments, his teammates will definitely forget the scene just now.

Quickly adjusted his mentality, Z1 shook his head vigorously, and said, "Let's continue talking... Where did we just say?"

"These are not real people."

Zhuang Die opened the notebook, raised his head and asked, "'Not real people', does it mean that we cannot interact with them in a real sense?"

"Yes." Z1 looked at him in surprise, "They are right, you are really talented."

What Zhuang Die proposed is precisely the most important difference between the two.

These projections in the dreamer's memory are still part of the dreamer's consciousness in essence, and they don't really belong to their own thinking.Although simple conversations and interactions are possible, in essence, everything will still follow the flow of dreams.

This is a bit like entering a video tape by mistake. From the moment each character appears, the entire trajectory of subsequent actions is actually doomed.

If you happen to make a choice that fits the trajectory of the plot, then the other party will give a corresponding interaction.

"That's what I called the 'task' before."

Z1 gestured not far away: "We need to work for the store owner, one person will help him run errands to buy two pounds of gin, and one person will go to buy freshly made thick cream muffins - it must be freshly baked, Only if it is still hot, there are two people left to help him carry the goods."

"It does sound like playing games to do tasks."

The hypnotist was also interested, and looked at the busy people on the pier: "Actually, don't you care about these people?"

The hypnotist pointed to the boss: "The owner of the goods store is the NPC who issued the mission. We will receive the mission from him and then get paid..."

"It can be understood in this way." Z1 smiled, and they actually explained this to the newcomers a lot, "The reward is the ferry ticket to the passenger terminal over there."

After completing these tasks for the owner of the cargo dealer, you can get four tickets and leave this dream on a passenger ship.

The reason why several people must cooperate is because the time of selling wine and the time of baking muffins just conflict.And doing the same thing in turn will trigger the "boss who is impatient because he is waiting impatiently" in another track, watching those few tickets being torn off by the boss.

If you fail to meet the boss's requirements, this plot will always be stuck here.

The last time I came to this dream, Z1 got stuck here more than a dozen times because I didn’t figure out the point of “must have freshly baked hot muffins”.

"Fortunately...it doesn't look like it has changed from before."

Z1 breathed a sigh of relief, he was about to go over to trigger the communication with the boss, but was stopped by Zhuang Die raising his hand.

"It's best to let the captain go." Zhuang Die closed his notebook, "to avoid other accidents."

Thinking of the sudden change that happened when the train saw him just now, Z1 also woke up suddenly, nodded: "It makes sense..."

He was about to back away, but suddenly heard a rush of dull footsteps, he was stunned, and turned his head subconsciously.

Ling Su, who was leaning aside to watch the scenery, made a timely move, and carried the little curly hair back into his arms firmly.

The Z1 was not so lucky.

The tall and burly boss of the goods store grabbed his collar, and lifted him up easily as if he didn't have any strength.

Z1's expression changed slightly, and he was about to turn on the mental power gain to break free by conditioned reflex, but found that his background panel temporarily turned gray and could not be activated.

What's even more weird is that not only the mental power gain cannot be activated, but even his own ability seems to be locked, unable to make any effective barriers and counterattacks.

——It was as if he had also become a character in a dream, and he could only make all subsequent reactions within the predetermined trajectory.

The store owner bit his cigarette, leaned closer and looked at his face carefully for a few seconds, then suddenly shouted: "Well, it's you!"

"The last time you brought a few people, with a little ridiculous effort, they cheated me of four high-priced boat tickets——I still remember it clearly!"

He stood on a high pontoon bridge, carrying Z1 like a chicken, and shook it back and forth: "You will never be able to run this time!"