I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 673 Quiet 0122
Li Luo leaned quietly on the edge of room 0122, gently turning the pages of the book with his fingertips.

In the dim light, her hair slid across the pages of the book, and her still young face was full of seriousness.

There is no surging sea of ​​blood.

There were no weird broken limbs.

Everything Mo Ling had experienced before was like a real trip into that book. In the end, it was just a dream.

From time to time, some metallic friction sounds like gears turning could be heard from the depths of the pipeline fortress, as if some kind of track was running slowly. This huge and ancient pipeline fortress seemed to be hiding some secrets, but the people in the pipelines did not know what they meant.

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

To the life within the pages of a book, those dust particles are the entropy worms outside the system. They are everywhere, covering up the words and hiding the content, but they are untouchable and unreachable.

"My mind is always full of confusion. Sometimes I want to try this, sometimes I want to try that. These thoughts seem to appear in my mind in an instant, without a source, and I don't know when they will end."

"Sometimes I wonder what my brain smells like."

"Is it the same as my companions'? The thick brain matter is bland and the most boring food I have ever eaten. I always have to add some other seasonings to enjoy it. Add sweet honey and the brain matter is sweet. Add salty sea sand and the brain matter is salty. Add sour vine juice and the brain matter is sour. Add bitter insect fluid and the brain matter is bitter..."

"How can something so bland and boring create such wonderful ideas? Or do these ideas not actually come from the brain, but from somewhere else?"

"From somewhere beyond taste...a place that can never be tasted?"

"Is it the sky?"

"When I was a cub, my mother told me that the sky cannot be tasted. After she told me this, she was eaten by other cubs."

"Its blood fell from a great height and sprinkled on me. I thought that was the smell of 'the sky'. It was not until I flew out of the bird's nest that I realized that it is not just the heights that represent the sky."

"Later, my wings grew stronger and stronger, and I flew into the real sky. I tasted a scent rich in water vapor, mixed with the breath of life. I thought that was the smell of the sky, but when I came back, my companions laughed at me, saying that it was the smell of clouds. Only then did I realize that clouds could not represent the sky."

"Where exactly is that sky? Can I taste it?"

"Another crazy idea came into my confused brain. I want to fly up to find the sky and taste the taste of the sky."

“I broke away from the flock and flew to the familiar clouds, but this is not the end. I continue to fly upwards.”

"The air became thinner and thinner, and the temperature became lower and lower. I swallowed the ice crystals floating in the air, and the biting cold penetrated into my heart. There was no smell of life here. The smell of the ice crystals was pure and somewhat scary, as if it was telling me not to continue to move forward."

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

"In the face of natural erosion, life's resistance is meaningless."

"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, I tasted it on the day my mother died..." "There are still many things in this world that I have not tasted, the sky, death, loneliness, soul, fate... These strange words often pop up in my mind. I don't know what they taste like, but I know they exist."

"My wings were no longer able to flap. I even felt a little numb. I didn't know if I was still going up or if I had been falling for a long time."

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

"I see. Is the smell of the sky a mixture of loneliness and death? No, it seems to be more than that..."

"There is also a faint smell of dust."

“Why does it smell like dust here?”

"I opened my mouth and tasted the only dust that existed besides me. It seemed to have passed through the endless void, escaped the fate of being forgotten, and landed right in my mouth, and then seeped into my soul. I tasted where the dust landed, there were many lonely souls like me, they were also tasting the accidental, detached...dust."

"..."

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

The drifting dust quietly fell on the blank space of the last page, putting a final period to the endless blank space.

However, this period seems very fragile.

As Li Luo closed the book, the dust was blown up by the wind and floated into the air. No one cared where the dust flew to.

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

Li Luo held the book in his hand and let out a long sigh.

Reading these books of unknown origin is actually a very risky behavior. Perhaps these books contain some forbidden knowledge.

Fortunately, after reading this book, she neither fell into madness nor was she branded with any ideological scars.

It's like reading an ordinary story.

Li Luo looked at the other end of the room. The cube was still floating there quietly. The flickering light made her a little uneasy at first, but when she thought of the cube being by her side, she felt much more at ease. Unconsciously, she had finished reading several books.

Unfortunately, these books have nothing to do with Room 0122. They seem 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 these books hidden under the floor only after Cube cut open the pipe.

This time, it seems like a failure...

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

Could it be that "0122" does not represent the room number, but has some other meaning?
Thinking of this, Li Luo became a little depressed again. She was at a loss again.

However, at this moment, there was a sound of slow footsteps in the corridor, and it seemed that someone was approaching Room 0122...

(End of this chapter)