I'm trapped in a cube

"What's that? An eye?"

Mo Ling saw the edge of the "searchlight".

No, that's not a searchlight or eyes.

But a piece - a lens.

A huge circular convex lens is like a deep eye, staring quietly at the earth, with mottled light and shadow reflected in the deep mirror.

The rust scattered all over the sky, the antlered gorilla with its head separated, the rusted weapons, the desperate transport team, the dazzling starlight...

These blurry shadows keep flashing in the lens. It seems to be watching everything, and it seems that everything is born because of it.

Buzz!

The sound that enveloped the circular area actually came from it, or in other words, from the huge roulette wheel behind the lens.

The wheel is constantly rotating, and as it rotates, everything on the lens is constantly changing, as if history is rotating with the wheel.

The dark ribbon kept rolling on the wheel, like a conveyor belt, making a "clicking" sound from time to time, and the filters between heaven and earth also trembled.

Mo Ling took a breath, and he finally saw what this thing looked like clearly.

That was actually a projector!

Mo Ling instantly understood where his strange feeling of unreality came from.

"I watch historical movies all the time! Of course they won't be real!"

Where is the "activation time", where is the human being who has traveled to the future...

All of these are images projected by this projector.

It just replays everything it has ever recorded!

Mo Ling, who was high in the sky, was completely stunned when he saw this projector.

Who would have thought that there would be such a large projector hidden above this seemingly empty island.

At the same time, countless questions arose in Mo Ling's mind:

"Who put this projector here?"

“How does it allow the past to influence the present?”

"Why can't you see it on the ground?"

"Why does it keep projecting 'historical movies' onto the ground?"

These questions drove Mo Ling to continue flying upward and came to the vicinity of the projector.

This super huge projector stands in the center of the sky, reaching straight into the sky, like a towering castle in the sky.

The fuselage is made of hard and deep black alloy, and the exterior paint is extremely delicate. This is in sharp contrast with the surrounding sky and looks very unreal.

The huge lens that I just saw was just the lens of this projector. This giant eye in deep space looked at the earth quietly and did not react in any way to Mo Ling's visit.

As you get closer to the machine, the "buzzing" mechanical sound and occasional lags become more obvious. The huge film reel is constantly rotating, driving the dark film.

With just one turn, countless pieces of history slipped through the film.

There are several huge knobs on the top of the projector, but no one controls them. Sometimes they rotate slightly, as if an invisible projectionist is controlling the playback of the movie.

Mo Ling looked at this huge work of art and couldn't help but fly upward.

When he was about to reach the camera, he was finally stopped.

However, what stopped it was not a projectionist, but a bottle cap.

A red plastic bottle cap looked small, but it just flew in the air and stopped in front of Mo Ling.

Mo Ling didn't act rashly, and just looked at each other with the bottle cap.

"Are you new here?"

Suddenly, the bottle cap actually spoke, and it was in human language. This made Mo Ling even more confused as to where he had arrived.

"Why can't you even speak? You are so stupid..."

Mo Ling's sluggishness aroused Bottle Cap's disgust. Bottle Cap circled around the block, finally came to the right side of the block, and began to push the block hard.

"You! You can't stay here. It will affect Mr. Ying. The camera is blocked by you!"

"Do you understand what I'm saying? Get out of here!"

Mo Ling became even more confused after hearing Bo Gai's words.

"Master Ying? Is this the projector?"

Is this an activated projector? And activated bottle caps?

Mo Ling thought for a while and decided to take another look, so he controlled the cube and flew to the side in the direction of the bottle cap.

"Not bad, not bad. The newcomer is already very smart if he understands what I mean." Bottle Cap also realized that Mo Ling moved away on his own initiative, and began to praise Mo Ling.

"When I first came here, I couldn't even understand the words, and I almost broke Master Ying's tape. Don't imitate me."

"Let's do this! Follow me and don't run around!"

The bottle cap bumped against Mo Ling, signaling him to follow quickly.

Mo Ling only hesitated for a moment and then followed.

"So smart." Mo Ling's decisive behavior earned Bottle Cap another compliment. It seemed to be very satisfied with Mo Ling.

"Next time, please remember not to stand in front of the camera. It will affect the projection. The picture below may be missing, just like a hole..."

"No, it's not a hole, it's..."

Bottle Cap seemed to realize that its vocabulary was somewhat lacking. It stumbled and tried to explain to Mo Ling the dangers of being in front of the camera, but it didn't seem to understand the principle of projection, so it couldn't explain it clearly.

"Forget it, let's not get in front of the camera anyway, understand?" The bottle cap hit the square.

Mo Ling quickly controlled the cube to hit back, but failed to control the strength, and directly knocked the bottle cap into the air and turned several times.

"Oh, you are really strong... But you are really smart, you figured it out so quickly."

Although it was knocked down by Mo Ling and couldn't fly steadily, it still kept praising Mo Ling, and the initial disdain disappeared without a trace.

Soon, the two flew to the middle of the projector.

The bottle cap brought Mo Ling to the vicinity of the film reel, and kept circling along the film reel, as if looking for something.

Soon, the bottle cap found the target.

It was a floating black curtain, tightly attached to the black film. As the film reel moved, the film kept passing under the curtain and was wiped clean.

Bottle cap flew to the curtain excitedly: "Old Bu, I found a newcomer, can I take it to work with me?"

The black curtain called "Old Bu" lay there quietly, motionless, like a dead object.

"Newcomer?" The dull voice from the curtain was like someone talking under the quilt.

"Why is there a newcomer now? Are you sure it's not a spy sent by those lunatics?" Old Bu seemed to be very suspicious of Mo Ling's origin.

"Do you think those lunatics have the brains to send spies? Don't they think about fighting and killing all day long?" Bottle cap asked directly.

"Besides, it looks very docile, completely different from those lunatics." Bottle cap said, while bumping Mo Ling again.

This time, Mo Ling understood and didn't bump back.

"See, isn't it very docile?" Bottle cap said to Old Bu excitedly.