I'm trapped in a cube

"We shouldn't exist!"

"The existence of the incense bee is a conspiracy!"

"Our existence is too special, as if it was deliberately arranged!"

Putting a group of lunatics on the verge of collapse together, although they can comfort each other, it is also easy for things to go wrong, and they will often come up with some extremely outrageous conclusions.

"Don't you think that the existence of the fragrant bee is like a tool? A tool to resist the balance of smell!"

“What is scent balance?”

"It's just that the odor molecules in a closed environment will spontaneously become disordered... If you think about it, in a closed open space, there is a blood-scented odor molecule on the left and a flower-scented molecule on the right. Don't interfere. Their movement causes them to scatter spontaneously in the open space. What will be the final consequences? "

"Four kinds, bloody on the left and floral on the right, floral on the left and bloody on the right, both on the left, and both on the right..."

"What's the probability?"

"It's all the same, it's all a quarter."

"Okay, let me change the situation...if the left half of this open space is filled with the smell of blood, and the right half is filled with the scent of flowers, what will this open space look like in the end?"

"The floral scent will completely mix with the smell of blood."

"Yes, do you know why?"

"It's also a matter of probability. The probability of the two sides not mixing at all is too low..."

"That's right! This is smell balance! Smells will mix. This is the conclusion of everything. Everything will move towards chaos... Let me ask you one last question. If there is a scented bee with a bloody smell in this open space. , and a flower-scented bee, what will become of this clearing in the end?”

"Separated, with blood on one side and floral scent on the other, the bees will spontaneously make the smell orderly..."

"What's the probability?"

"hundred percent."

"Then who's the tool for dealing with smell balance?"

"Scent bee."

"..."

After constant arguments, this group of bees on the verge of collapse came to the conclusion that they were just a tool to maintain order.

They think they are controlling the smell, but actually something is letting them control the smell to maintain the "orderliness" of the smell.

Thinking because of despair, but becoming more desperate because of thinking.

After arguing for so long, are you just a tool?

These bees are getting even more crazy, and more and more are on the verge of collapse...

At this moment, they saw Mo Ling, who was also talking crazily about scent balance. The scent molecules on his body continued to escape and escape. Maybe after a while, this group of scented bees would completely collapse.

"Monster! Are you here to clean us up?"

"Is it because we have touched the truth of the world? Tools that have awakened consciousness will be destroyed!"

They collapsed and questioned Mo Ling, trying to get support for those crazy theories from Mo Ling, but Mo Ling couldn't answer them.

At this time, Mo Ling felt no other emotions except pity.

The existence of these bees is a tragedy. They always live in contradictions and self-doubts. They are facing collapse all the time. They can only keep looking for some unfounded conjectures to divert their increasingly collapsing will. In the madness In the middle of the day, the last breath is lingering.

Mo Ling had no way to answer these questions, so he could only stretch out his "limbs" and gently place them on top of these poor compatriots.

The uncollapsed smell molecules were closely connected with the restless smell of blood. Mo Ling could feel the confusion in their hearts. The smell molecules in these fragrant bees seemed not to be part of their bodies at all, but more like a body. A body with a completely mismatched soul, and armor stuck together.

Being touched suddenly by the "monster", the group of incense bees froze in place. All the odor molecules on their bodies solidified. Even the odor molecules that were about to escape were too frightened to move. .

The coldness of the ice and the uncollapsed smell molecules blocked everything and temporarily calmed down these crazy abandoned people.

A bold incense bee squirmed slightly and caressed Mo Ling's suspicious body. The stubborn uncollapsed molecules did not change at all and still maintained their undetermined state.

They are indeed madmen. Even if they are facing a monster that frightens them, these bees still dare to do whatever they want.

"Have we ever been like this? Before we were eroded by the smell of blood..." A fragrant bee pinched Mo Ling's body and said to his companions.

"Yes, we haven't become tools at that time, right?"

"If we don't become smells, will we not be controlled by smells? If we don't solidify, will we never become tools?"

"But we can't do it. When we come into contact with the outside world, we will be changed by the outside world. This is bound to happen..."

"Why? Why do we have to be changed by the outside world?"

"It's not up to us. When the smell comes up like a torrent, we can only become the same so as not to be washed away by the torrent. We have no choice. The world of smell is like this. The strong dominates everything, and the weak I can only be coerced..."

The thick smell of blood fluctuated, and it was clear that the swarm of incense bees were no longer as fearful as before, but Mo Ling felt a deeper despair in them.

The surging sea of ​​blood rose and fell, and these bees struggled in the sea of ​​blood, trying to find the answer to the world, but what they found in the end was endless despair.

"Every bee has infinite possibilities from the beginning of its birth, but the world of smell will not allow infinite possibilities. There are fixed numbers between all things. The uncertain will become certain, and the uncollapsed will collapse."

"After the collapse, the infinite possibilities will become established facts, just like the essence of smell, which is just the dispersion of molecules, and there is always a certain source."

"When you smell the fragrance of flowers, you know there are flowers."

"When you smell blood, you know there is war."

"When you smell life, you understand death."

"When you smell strength and weakness, you understand the difference."

"..."

The strong smell of blood pierced Mo Ling's perception, and a hole appeared in his imprisoned consciousness in an instant. The memories of the past poured into this uncertain body like a tide, and the already huge body expanded again.

"I am a bee? No!"

"I am an earfly? No!"

"Finger worm?"

The memories of these weak creatures kept reappearing, but none of them could break Mo Ling's memory recovery. His perception continued to rise with the swelling body, leaving the ground, drilling out of the surging blood mist, and rushing to the heights of Tianjin Mountain.

He was like a giant, standing on the top of the mountain, and the recovery of memory broke through the seal of perception.

In the distance, a series of strange outlines also appeared vaguely in the scarlet sea of ​​blood.

The mountain has always been there.

It's just that the perception is different...

Mo Ling's chaotic thinking returned to normal the moment he stood on the top of the mountain. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the towering mountain.

Shrouded on the mountain was a thick layer of blood mist, and above the blood mist was a huge twisted vine, hanging from the clouds above Tianjin Mountain. The clouds were also red, and there were some unclear outlines wriggling in the red clouds, which seemed to be the body of the vine.

And on the hanging vines, many invisible roots extended out. They brushed across the Tianjin Mountain and silently passed through the tribes of various creatures.

These roots were hidden in the blood mist of Tianjin Mountain. It seemed that they did not cause any harm to those creatures. They just brushed lightly. After doing all this, the vines wriggled and retracted into the clouds.

The blood light on Tianjin Mountain was even more intense, and the war continued...

The bees, ear flies, finger insects...

The world they felt was different.

Smell, vibration, texture...

What you perceive is what the world is like. The world is presented to different creatures in different postures.

And beyond perception, there is confusion.