I'm trapped in a cube

The terrifying monster eclipsed the permeating smell of blood. Its huge body had unknowingly shrouded everything around it. The uncollapsed molecular cloud blocked the extension of all smells, completely trapping this group of incense bees. In a cage.

"They are all uncollapsed odor molecules! We are surrounded by it, there is not even a gap, we can't escape..."

"Why? Shouldn't uncollapsed odor molecules only exist in newborns? And why won't they collapse after being exposed to such a strong smell of blood? Instead, they become more stubborn. What's going on?"

These incense bees panicked for a while. After several breakthroughs with no results, they returned to the center of the encirclement in despair and huddled up.

"Don't think about it. This is definitely a disaster caused by our unrestrained use of blood. We are destroying the smell balance of Tianjin Mountain. Naturally, there will be greater terror to punish us."

"Nonsense! There is no smell balance!"

"Definitely! Odor balance is the final word! We're just ruining it!"

"But why should we be sanctioned? We just want to live... I am not wrong! I am not wrong!"

"You were wrong from the beginning! So was I, and I was wrong from the beginning! We were all wrong!"

Under great fear, this group of incense bees actually started to fight among themselves.

They seemed to have fallen into madness at the same time, their thoughts were confused, and the fluctuations in the information they transmitted became unclear. Some of their bodies even began to disperse. The odor molecules that were originally condensed together began to collapse and escape, turning into free molecules. This is a phenomenon that Mo Ling has never seen before.

Amidst their almost crazy gibbering, Mo Ling also gradually understood the reason for the despair of these incense bees.

In fact, they had already reached the brink of collapse, and meeting him, a "monster", was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

Despair actually came from the moment they were born...

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Tianjin Mountain is so big, how many bees are there?

There seems to be no specific number. The fragrant bees just follow the flow of scent and survive in Tianjin Mountain.

Whether it was before the war or after the war, the bees were unusually insensitive to everything except smell, because there was no intersection with the living space of other creatures, and they had no communication with other creatures. They had always been isolated from the world. No dispute.

But the war inevitably affects the new generation of bees.

When the smell of blood spread throughout Tianjin Mountain, due to the negligence of some guardians, the pungent smell entered the swaddling clothes and corroded some of the newborns.

Some guardians will kill these corroded newborns, and more will abandon these newborns.

These unlucky cubs had already decided on the scent they would wear throughout their lives before they had any subjective consciousness. They were abandoned from the group and wandered alone in the battlefield.

The incense bee is an extremely strong creature. Even if these abandoned people are far away from the group, they still tenaciously use the bloody smell of the battlefield to strengthen themselves and slowly grow up.

However, due to premature solidification, the consciousness of these abandoned newborns is not fully developed.

Since the smell of blood is passively solidified, these newborns will begin to "dislike themselves" when they grow up.

"Why am I like this?"

"It stinks, it's disgusting."

"I feel like I shouldn't be like this..."

Because there is no guidance from their elders, they can only rely on themselves to control scent. Due to the lack of companions, their doubts about themselves have become more and more serious.

"I obviously hate this smell, why do I still smell like this?"

They have doubts about themselves, but the "consciousness" that creates doubts also comes from themselves.

They don't know their origins or what they are. They can only drag a body that makes them feel sick, crawling around in the same disgusting smell of blood, watching their bodies become more and more bloated, More and more twisted.

Under constant self-disgust, they become more and more contradictory and tortured to the point of becoming more and more crazy.

On the one hand, there is the instinct of being a bee, and on the other hand, there is aversion to smell. This contradiction between the body and the mind causes these abandoned people to have a physical split.

Their bodies break down from time to time.

Gas molecules will spontaneously change from a condensed state to a free state and break away from their original bodies. Even if they are discovered in time, they cannot be saved.

Therefore, they can only capture free odor molecules more crazily to make up for their own vacancies.

Under the instinctive control of the fragrant bees, they will spontaneously use scent control to maintain the blood in Tianji Mountain, and they will also subconsciously control the spread of the scent to make the smell of blood in Tianji Mountain spread further.

But such behavior makes the division more serious.

"Why should I spread this smell that I hate."

There is a conflict between the body's instinct and consciousness. They doubt their own actions and deny their own behavior every moment, but they also subconsciously follow their instincts to change the surrounding environment.

It wasn't until they came into contact with normal bees and learned everything that these abandoned people realized what was happening to them.

"We were wrong from the beginning."

"When the blood corrodes our bodies and solidifies us into this twisted appearance, we can no longer help ourselves..."

Even if they knew the truth, they still couldn't change the facts that had already happened. The completely collapsed odor molecules couldn't go back. They were completely separated from the normal bee bees and could only continue to survive in this ugly posture.

The only place where they could get comfort was those companions who had the same experience.

So, these abandoned people united and established a tribe in the smell of blood, comforting each other, supporting each other, and helping the abandoned newborns together...

Most of these abandoned people were full of contradictions and madness, but the tribe was still able to survive with difficulty.

Every day, companions died because of self-collapse, and every day they could pick up abandoned newborns in the blood mist. They would bring these newborns back to the tribe, teach them and support them, and make up for what they had lost.

However, when these newborns grow up, they will still go the same way:

doubt, disgust, contradictions about their own identity... and finally go to irreparable self-collapse.

Despair always entangles these lingering aliens.

They understand that they can no longer be called "bee bees".

They are just a group of monsters, a group of monsters driven by instinct.

"Only by becoming a smell can we control the smell."

"But if we become a smell, we will also be controlled by the smell."

"Then why do we want to become a smell?"

In despair, these extremely crazy "monsters" began to study more philosophical things...