I'm trapped in a cube

Li Luo just leaned quietly on the edge of room 0122, gently turning the pages of the book with his fingertips.

Under the dim light, the tips of her hair slid across the pages of the book, and her childish face was full of seriousness.

There is no roiling sea of ​​blood.

There are no weird severed limbs either.

Everything Mo Ling experienced before was as if he had really taken a trip into that book. In the end, it was just a big dream.

From time to time, there are metal friction sounds like the rotation of gears coming from the depths of the Pipe Fortress, as if some kind of track is slowly running. This huge and ancient Pipe Fortress seems to hide some secrets, but in the pipeline People among them didn't know what it meant.

Some gray dust passed through the dim light and fell between the pages of the book in Li Luo's hand, clinging to the square-shaped words.

For the life on the page, those dusts are the insects of entropy outside the system. They are everywhere, covering the text and hiding the content, but they are untouchable and out of reach.

"My mind is always full of chaos. Sometimes I want to taste this, sometimes I want to taste that. These thoughts seem to appear in my mind in an instant, with no source and no idea when they will end. ”

"Sometimes I get confused, what does my brain smell like?"

"Are they the same as those of my companions? Those thick brains are bland and the most boring food I have ever eaten. You have to add some other seasonings to enjoy them. With the addition of sweet honey, the brains are sweet. , add the salty sea sand, the brain becomes salty, add the sour vine juice, the brain becomes sour, add the bitter insect juice, the brain becomes bitter..."

"How can something so bland and boring create those wonderful ideas? Or do these ideas not actually come from the brain, but come from other places?"

"Come from somewhere beyond taste... that can never be tasted?"

"Is it the sky?"

"When I was a cub, my mother told me that you couldn't taste the sky. After telling me this, it was eaten by others."

"Its blood fell from a high place and sprinkled on me. I thought it was the smell of 'sky'. It wasn't until I flew out of the bird's nest that I realized that high places did not represent the sky."

"Later, my wings became more and more full, and I flew into the real sky. I tasted a smell with rich water vapor, mixed with the breath of life. I thought that was the smell of the sky, but I never After I came back, my companions laughed at me and said it smelled like clouds. Then I realized that clouds cannot represent the sky. "

"Where is the sky? Can I taste it?"

"I have another crazy idea in my chaotic brain. I want to keep flying up to find the sky and taste the sky."

"I broke away from the flock of birds and flew to the familiar clouds, but this is not the end. I continue to fly upward."

"The air is getting thinner and thinner, and the temperature is getting lower and lower. I swallowed the ice crystals floating in the air, and a biting chill penetrated my heart. There is no smell of life here, and the taste of the ice crystals is so pure. It’s a bit scary, as if it’s trying to persuade me not to continue going up.”

"But I won't stop until I taste the smell of the sky. I pass through the frozen ice crystal layer, adjust my breathing, flap my wings desperately, and completely release the heat in my body. , I tasted the taste of my own blood again, but this time it was completely different from before. The warm blood instantly turned into ice. At the moment of freezing, the bloodline from the distant past was also completely cut off. "

"In the face of natural erosion, the resistance of life has no meaning."

"My thoughts don't seem to be so confused anymore..."

"Calm, very calm, is it because my brain is also frozen? If I taste my plain brain now, will I also taste the taste of death?"

"Death? It seems to be a taste that I have never tasted before."

"Or maybe, on the day my mother died, I tasted it..."

"There are still many things in this world that I have not tasted, such as the sky, death, loneliness, soul, fate... These strange words often pop up in my mind. Even though I don't know their taste, I know they exist. ”

"Some of my wings couldn't flap. I was even a little numb. I didn't know if I was still going up or if I had fallen for a long time."

"In this cold world, there is only endless loneliness."

"I see, the smell of the sky is the smell of loneliness and death mixed together? No, it seems to be more than just that..."

"There's also a faint smell of dust."

"Why does it smell like dust here?"

"I opened my mouth and tasted the dust that was the only thing that existed except for me. It seemed to have passed through the endless void, escaping the fate of being forgotten, and landed in my mouth just in time, and then soaked in In my soul, where I taste the dust falling, there are many lonely souls like me, and they are also tasting the accidentally falling, transcendent...dust."

"..."

Li Luo's fingertips opened the last page, and her eyes fell on the wordless page, as if looking at an empty blue sky.

The floating dust quietly fell on the blank space of the last page, giving the endless blank space a final period.

However, this period seems very fragile.

As Li Luo closed the pages of the book, the dust was also blown up by the wind and floated into the air. No one would care where the dust flew to.

Maybe it will fall on the ground, or on other pages of the book. It thought it had escaped its fate, but it will eventually fall into another fate...

Li Luo took the book in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Reading these books of unknown origin is actually a very risky behavior. Perhaps these books will hide some taboo knowledge.

Fortunately, after reading this book, she did not fall into madness, nor was she engraved with any ideological imprint.

It was like reading a story in an ordinary way.

Li Luo looked at the other end of the room. The cube was still floating there quietly. The flashing lights at that time made her feel uneasy, but when she thought of the cube by her side, she felt much more at ease. Unconsciously, she had finished reading several books.

Unfortunately, these books had nothing to do with room 0122. They seemed to be just miscellaneous books left by the original owner of the room.

In the empty room 0122, there was nothing else except these books. She found the books hidden under the floor after the cube cut the pipe.

This trip seemed to be a waste...

She came here to find the source of the pain-reducing tablets, but now these miscellaneous books have nothing to do with the pain-reducing tablets.

Could it be that "0122" does not represent the room number, but has other meanings?

Thinking of this, Li Luo became a little depressed again. She was once again at a loss.

However, at this moment, a slow sound of footsteps came from the corridor, as if someone was approaching room 0122...