I'm trapped in a cube

Standing in the hazy red light, Mo Ling finally understood why the "diet" of the man in red was completely different from that of a normal person, and finally understood why he was sometimes crazy and sometimes normal.

He always had some obsession that he could not abandon, and some things that had to be completed.

The icy red snowflakes fell again, and Mo Ling's hands froze in mid-air, looking at the shaking red light, a little at a loss.

"So, you are not human..."

The man in red was created by the red light.

It can be said that he is the "descendant" of the leader, or it can be said that he inherited his will, and entrusted the leader's unfinished obsession.

Therefore, the man in red would value the metal wreckage left by the leader so much, and care so much about the safety of the sheep-headed man.

"But what about that photo? Why is there a figure of a man in red on it?"

Mo Ling thought about it, and could only guess that it was also a false thing created by the red light.

"Alas..."

Mo Ling sighed in his heart, a little helpless.

"What is real and what is fake?"

The city is full of blurred red light, too dreamy, too unreal...

Even the first "human" he met after arriving in this city was not a real human. Under this red night sky, Mo Ling felt a little dazed.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in the swaying human-shaped light ball, wanting to see if the man in red could return to normal, but the light ball remained in a state of being unable to condense, as if the man in red had completely disappeared.

The music in the dance floor was still playing softly, as if the dance party had not ended yet, but it was already a mess. Those creatures that were still dancing fled, died, and some were wandering around the dance floor in a daze, as if they had lost their purpose.

"It seems... nothing happened?"

Mo Ling stood on the roof and watched for a long time.

The figures in the distance dispersed one by one, as if everything was over.

However, Mo Ling had a strange feeling in his heart.

"Something is brewing..."

The increasingly quiet music did not seem to be a sign of an imminent end, but rather a temporary trough, like the calm before a storm, or the depression before a volcanic eruption.

There was a breath of rain before a rainstorm in the air, and the red snowflakes were blown up by some strange "air pressure" from time to time, spinning wildly in the air, and did not fall for a long time.

Even the human-shaped red light in front of Mo Ling began to become agitated.

Mo Ling could see that the light spots in its body seemed to be struggling, shaking constantly.

The chanting in the music became extremely obvious after the accompaniment faded.

It sounded like someone was complaining in a low voice, or like a rustling conversation coming from the depths of darkness.

Mo Ling stood up straight and listened carefully to the increasingly obvious chanting.

He always felt that the chanting seemed to be becoming more and more familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Strange, familiar, strange, familiar...

The feeling that the sound brought to Mo Ling was changing repeatedly, and finally completely fixed on a stable sound track.

He finally heard it clearly! That was not the sound of chanting!

"Baa... Baa... Baa... Baa... Moo..."

That was the sound of a sheep!

How could it be the sound of a sheep?

Mo Ling was a little unsure, but once he heard that it was the sound of a sheep, he could no longer determine that it was any other sound.

The feeling in his heart seemed to be completely fixed.

The sound never changed, but the feeling it brought to him kept changing.

Originally, he thought it was the sound of chanting, then he thought it was the sound of talking, and finally it became the sound of a sheep...

"The sheep-headed man is not dead yet? Where is it?"

Mo Ling scanned the entire dance floor and looked at the top of the mountain. He did not see the shadow of the sheep-headed man, but the sound of the sheep kept echoing, completely covering up the original music.

Baa~ Baa~

The goat-headed man seemed to be humming a song somewhere that Mo Ling couldn't see. It was a strange song without any sense of rhythm. It could be said to be very unpleasant, but the goat-headed man sang it very happily.

It was like countless sheep on the grassland nibbling grass and humming happy songs. Mo Ling could even feel the joy.

Gradually, the music that had been silent became lively again.

The bleating sound replaced all the instruments and all the lyrics, forming a symphony of sheep.

The light spots in the dance floor swayed again, but this time they swayed with the sheep's cry. It seemed that the bleating sound had become the dominant sound of the entire dance floor and controlled all the red lights.

"Baa, baa, baa..."

With the cheerful sheep's cry, the creatures left in the dance floor danced again. Their dance was even crazier than before, and even their bodies were twisted into strange postures.

Those creatures immersed in the sound of sheep seemed to think of themselves as small grasses swaying in the wind, swaying back and forth in the dance floor.

When the music started again, those figures who had left came back, and they seemed very surprised at the current situation.

They all hid on the roofs around the dance floor, but the red light in the dance floor did not seem to let them go.

With a sheep cry, a breeze blew on the grassland.

The light spots were like rolled-up grass leaves, sweeping towards the figures on the roofs.

Seeing this, they hurriedly tried to dodge, but the bleating sound appeared again, and a chain with red light suddenly stretched out from the light spots that gathered together, tying up all the fleeing figures. With a strong pull, they all fell from the roof into the dance floor.

They just stood up and hurriedly wanted to leave, but their bodies began to shake unconsciously, and they began to dance with the bleating song.

The strange-shaped bodies were forcibly twisted together, turning into the shape of grass, and then began to sway with the wind on the grassland.

Crack!

How could these stiff bodies easily imitate soft grass? They screamed and swayed uncontrollably until all the bones in their bodies were crushed into pieces, and the whole body became soft, completely becoming a qualified "grass".

"Mee!"

As more and more grass appeared on the grassland, the song seemed to become cheerful.

The wind also changed many directions, blowing the grass to sway left and right, and spinning on the dance floor again.

The twisted flesh and blood squeezed out blood, which was sprinkled on the red grassland, making the grassland soil more fertile. The whistling wind blew, bringing the breath of life. The red light points gathered into a warm sun, shining on the lush grass.

A vibrant scene...