don't open your eyes [unlimited]

When Z1 was talking to the hypnotist, Zhuang Die had already noticed something strange outside the window.

The Z1's intuition actually makes sense.

Since among the three tasks given by the owner of the goods store, the purpose of helping to move goods is to make money; buying wine is to pay protection fees so as not to delay making money; Enjoy the food.

And when familiar faces among the porters of the goods store appeared outside the window, the number of people wandering around increased significantly, and after a while, someone secretly peeped at their table, the development of the matter became very clear.

"The shop selling muffins can be regarded as an information release point, and it can be understood as a talent market."

Ling Su folded his arms and leaned aside, saying hello to Z1 who rushed out quickly.

He handed over the muffins for two, and explained: "The so-called 'just out of the oven, still hot' means that there are a few rookies who have just arrived and are not familiar with this port, you can start as soon as possible, first come first have to."

"As long as someone goes to call for this kind of muffin, does it mean that we can open?" The hypnotist took the muffin skillfully and looked at the customers who had their haircuts. "No wonder so many people came..."

Z1 stopped at the entrance of the tavern. While turning off the series of high-consumption and high-output buffs in the background, he also noticed Zhuang Die's thriving roadside hairdressing stand.

"... Team Ling." Z1 pondered for a moment, then looked at Ling Su, "Have you two already guessed it?"

Seeing Ling Su, who was supervising the work next to him and kindly persuading people to line up, Z1 suddenly remembered that this time the request for pancakes was made by Ling Su himself when ordering.

If these two people are already aware of this, but they still call for hot muffins just out of the oven... the nature of this kind of behavior is tantamount to "posting tasks by yourself and letting people rob you, so that these When people’s money bags are ransacked, they don’t need to make multiple trips.”

... black eat black.

There is no doubt that black eats black.

Z1 felt inexplicably vigilant, waved his hands unnaturally to decline the muffins given to him by the hypnotist, and stood a little further away from those people.

"It's not that the people in the tavern have collude with the merchants, and they want to join forces to surround us."

It was only now that Z1 finally figured out the truth: "It was the dishes we ordered that brought these people here..."

"Needless to say!" Behind him, the tavern owner who rushed out in the same hurry and stopped at the door for a long time was furious, "Pirates are also professional, so we won't provoke people we can't afford!"

The tavern owner grabbed the bartender who was running errands to buy muffins, and shook him vigorously: "I don't want you to secretly remind them that this time the muffins are not only overcooked, but also too hard to bite, and anyone who touches them will fall apart. Whose teeth?!"

"I've already said it, but some bastards still don't believe it!" The bartender was shaken by him, and shouted back with the same voice, "That stupid hunter insisted that those people were just bluffing liars! He told me not to tell other people!"

……

Z1 was so shaken that he covered his ears and had to dodge two steps back.

He watched the two standing at the door of the tavern and conspiring loudly, and then looked at the dealer thugs who were not surprised, but just glanced over here, then continued to clutch their wallets, waiting in line for a haircut with their heads downcast: "..."

"It seems that although this port is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, most people's brains are not very bright."

The hypnotist was eating thick, sweet and creamy muffins, and he was already sitting on the bench outside the tavern, and by the way gave up his seat for Z1: "Or... In the client's subconscious, this is the impression of these people .”

Z1 frowned: "You mean, the reason why we see this is because the dreamer thinks these people are stupid, rude, and have no brains?"

"Can't say that either..."

The hypnotist was dumbfounded, and simply put down the fork temporarily: "Try it, can you immediately and clearly recall a person who you don't hate, but who really has no brains?"

Z1 was slightly stunned, recalled it carefully for a while according to Yan, then shook his head and said: "I can remember it, but the impression is very vague."

"That's right." The hypnotist nodded, "In normal life—except for those in our profession, most people's impression of someone around them depends on how much attention they pay."

It’s not just the person you like that impresses you deeply. Negative emotions such as anger, resentment, resistance, etc. will also deepen your impression unconsciously.In many cases, the impression of this situation is even clearer and more difficult to erase.

As for those who don't like or hate so much and just live around, even if they look down every day and don't look up, it is difficult to have a very clear impression.

Of course, this is only the vast majority of cases.

There are still some people, either out of interest or naturally more sensitive than most people in this respect, who can clearly recall everyone they have come into contact with-and if the latter situation is not dealt with, If left unchecked, it is likely to bring greater psychological pressure and other problems.

"Although strong negative emotions can deepen the impression, they are also the most likely to trigger dream modification, and it is difficult to guarantee objectivity."

The hypnotist explained: "If you interact with that kind of projection, it will not give you such a real and flexible response."

"It's like ordinary negative emotions, and it will make you ignore this person subconsciously. Even if you have a memory about the other person, it will be cleared away quickly to make room for more important information..."

The muffins in the plate were almost cold, the hypnotist speeded up and put a few pieces into his mouth: "You may not believe it, but in normal dreams, most of the faces of irrelevant people are actually blurred."

It may feel very weird when you see it for the first time, but after seeing it more times, you will know that it is just the result of subconscious cutting corners.

This kind of situation is not common for these high-level taskers. It is almost common in the dreams of visitors who are trapped by certain problems in the private dream processing agency that is replaced by Yan Xun and hypnotists. .

"It seems that it is right to ask you to help."

Z1 quickly understood the meaning of the other party: "The variation of dreams is becoming more and more complicated, and the interaction with the subconscious is getting deeper and deeper. We need the help of professional colleagues more than before."

"There is a specialization in surgery." The hypnotist smiled, "What's more--"

The hypnotist subconsciously looked at Ling Su. He subconsciously wanted to say, "You don't lack people with professional foundations." The situation is just as difficult to deal with with our abilities alone..."

……

When the two were talking, Zhuang Die had already earned his second pot of gold through street haircuts.

The shop owner and his thugs had a new look, their wallets were as shiny as their heads, they tried their best to lift their robes to cover their faces, and ran away loudly, howling or sobbing.

Zhuang Die put away the chainsaw, cleaned up the scene with Ling Su, and came back with a bucket of gold coins: "Do you want some?"

Z1 shivered, and suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head: "No...thank you."

He looked at the direction in which the owner of the goods store was going, and still couldn't help expressing the confusion in his heart: "Why are you not suppressed by him? Is it because I rely too much on the background assistance function of 'cocoon'?"

"There are indeed reasons for this."

Zhuang Die nodded: "As long as there is physical contact with the human-shaped projection in this dream field, cognition will be passively synchronized with the dream field, and my background will also become gray and unavailable."

"This synchronization is accompanied by 'contact', and as long as the conditions for contact are met, it cannot be avoided."

Zhuang Die opened his arms and cooperated with Ling Su's large hair dryer to clean up the stubble on his body: "Whether it is cut off, shaved or pulled out, the effect will last. Only when the contact is completely terminated can it return to normal."

At the same time, the items in Zhuang Die's backpack became unable to be taken out. Only the chainsaw and baseball bat, which he generated himself, could still be used normally, without being restricted by the Dreamland.

"That's it. I was the same just now, all skills are suddenly unusable."

Z1 responded subconsciously, and suddenly caught one of the somewhat inconsistent keywords: "Why shaved... That's why you cut their hair?"

Only then did Z1 realize the intention of the two people to do this: "You are experimenting with those people to see how to remove this contact effect?"

Zhuang Die nodded, and added: "It's also for practicing skills and making money, killing two birds with one stone."

If he has mastered this craft proficiently, at least in the future, if there is any accident, when the captain lives on the street, he can be responsible for earning money to support two people.

When he said this, he raised his arms sideways obediently and looked up at the expressionless captain.

Ling Su coughed lightly, suppressed his smile, went to the battle with both hands to thoroughly shuffle the little curly hair as a sign of encouragement, then picked up the large hair dryer, and re-dried his hair for a more handsome hairstyle.

"The workmanship is very good." Ling Su gave the official approval, "Every head is very smooth."

The little curly hair on the top of Zhuang Die's head curled up, making his meticulous plan even more firm, and he lowered his arms contentedly.

After Ling Su blew all the stubble off his body, Zhuang Die opened the backstage to look again: "Sure enough, you can enter normally now."

He tried to click a few more options, confirmed that the background had completely returned to normal, and put away the virtual screen.

Under the eager gaze of the tavern owner who would poke his head every once in a while, several people returned to the tavern and sat in the old seats by the window again.

This time, new gins, mocktails and a generous serving of French fries were flying across the table.

Now that Zhuang Die has money, he takes out a few gold coins and puts them on the table: "There is another reason, the captain and I have an unfounded suspicion."

The other party's expression was a little different when he said this, Z1 instinctively raised his mind, sat up straight and asked, "What doubt?"

"About the new plot you triggered." Zhuang Die said, "According to what you said, you have already been to this dream realm once and walked through this line completely."

Z1 nodded, and added: "I can guarantee that I am complete."

While watching the haircut scene outside the tavern, the hypnotist had already briefly introduced to him the dream realm that the previous few had worked on together.

"You encountered 'consciousness stripping' in that dream, and when you return to the dream for the second time, you will encounter the part of consciousness that was left behind when you left the first time."

Z1 said: "I can make sure that I am not the part that is left without knowing it."

The dream described by the hypnotist is indeed very special, but the dream field with the characteristics of consciousness stripping is not an exception-in fact, this kind of dream field is the main source of "shadow".

The stripped fragments of consciousness wander for a long time, gradually forget everything and themselves, and finally become a chaotic cloud floating aimlessly in the depths of the subconscious.

Level [-] taskers are often sent to deal with this kind of dream domain, and they are very sensitive to the stripping of consciousness. It is impossible for them to become fragments of consciousness without realizing it.

"Since this is the case, another possibility has also been ruled out."

Zhuang Die nodded. Under the surprised gaze of the hypnotist, he dipped Ling Su's scalpel in some wine and drew a straight line on the table.

"Last time, you successfully boarded the train, arrived at the pier, and interacted with the owner of the cargo dealer."

Every time Zhuang Die mentioned a node, he added a point on that straight line: "Receive the task, get the boat ticket, and leave by boat."

Z1 watched his movements intently, thought about it carefully, nodded and said: "Yes."

"I can clearly recall every process, as well as the companions who performed the mission with me."

Z1 said: "After completing that mission, we dealt with a few simple drifting dreamlands non-stop, replenished some equipment, and found a semi-open dreamland to rest for a while, and I will return to that station to guide you gone."

Zhuang Die nodded slightly and took over the conversation: "But this time it's different, every link has changed."

Zhuang Die drank some wine again, and drew a line of the same length under that line: "First of all, the train did not stop, and the subsequent trains did not come again."

Zhuang Die said while drawing a dot: "Then there is the wharf. The boss of the cargo company didn't give you a task, so naturally we couldn't get the boat ticket."

Zhuang Die obtained the tickets by shaving his head, fumbled in his pocket, and put them on the table one by one: "Are these?"

"Yes, even the creases are the same." Z1 took a closer look, "The ink traces and burrs are also arranged in exactly the same way...the same four tickets as last time."

The memory of a first-level tasker is comparable to that of a well-trained memory master who can skillfully use the memory palace. He is very sure of his answer.

Z1 raised his head and looked at the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall of the tavern: "The boat has already sailed, even if you get the boat ticket, it's too late..."

"It's right not to be on the boat." Zhuang Die shook his head, "We shouldn't be on that boat."

Z1 was stunned: "Why... can you predict the outcome of Dreamland?"

"I can't, but you've tried it once."

Zhuang Die said: "When we came to the station, we didn't hear the regular mechanical beep when Drifting Dreamland was turned on - there is another situation where this abnormality may occur, but you have ruled it out."

When entering the dreamland derived from Yan Xun's subconscious mind, Zhuang Die didn't hear the beep, because in that dreamland, the existence of the "administrator" who is also the embodiment of rules crowded out the function of "cocoon".

To make an inappropriate analogy, entering the Dreamland is like entering the country. No matter what the external rules are, the local laws and regulations in the territory must prevail.

If the scope is limited to the hotel dreamland, the authority of the "administrator" is even higher than that of the "cocoon".

But Z1 has ruled out this possibility, and it is precisely because of this that another possibility becomes particularly eye-catching.

Zhuang Die looked at the two parallel straight lines for a while, and connected the two ends with an arc to form a ring.

Z1 frowned, watching his movements.

After a few seconds, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes widened silently, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

——Another possibility is that what the three of Zhuang Die entered was not a newly opened drifting dream at all.

"Deal with simple drifting dreams, replenish equipment, go to semi-open dreams to rest..."

Zhuang Die put down the scalpel, and his eyes fell on Z1's nearly frozen pupils: "I need you to recall it again."

Zhuang Die asked him: "Now, are you sure that these are all what you experienced in reality after waking up from this dream?"