I'm trapped in a cube

"When did the old senior leave the book to me?"

He hesitated for a moment, and then a flash of inspiration came to him, as if he had figured something out, but in the blink of an eye, the feeling of clarity of thought disappeared in an instant.

"You can actually stuff the book into my suitcase without anyone noticing. You are worthy of being a senior of the pioneer group."

He hurriedly checked the suitcase. Fortunately, the relic he had been carrying was still there.

The relic was a tablet with special abilities. Although the function was not powerful, he had been using it until now. It didn't matter if other things were lost, but he would be very sad if this relic was lost.

Relieved, he closed the suitcase again.

He habitually looked at the time, but was stunned again.

"What's going on? Why has it been so long?"

Three whole days have passed, and now it is time for the transformation plan to start.

"Has the transformation started?"

Although the surroundings were still quiet, he was already a little panicked.

"Let's leave here quickly..."

He grabbed the suitcase and walked to the side of the corridor.

However, before he took two steps, the whole corridor began to shake. He stumbled and fell directly to the ground, and the suitcase slipped back to the door of Room 0122.

The whole corridor suddenly tilted, as if the pipes in the residential area were suddenly squeezed by some powerful force.

Through the dim light, he saw the corridor in front of him was instantly flattened by a huge force.

"They really don't care if there are still people in the residential area! As long as the time is up, they will start the transformation!"

Now, he finally understood that what the old predecessor said was true.

Looking at the corridor that was constantly squeezed, he had no choice but to run back to Room 0122.

However, the pipes on this side of the room were also squeezed, and it was estimated that they could not hold on for much longer. He was anxious and even began to knock on the wall, but these hard pipes could not be destroyed by human power. There was no one else in the entire No. 0 residential area except him, and his call for help would not be discovered.

"What should I do?"

At this critical moment, his thoughts turned quickly, and suddenly he thought of a way...

He immediately shouted to the surroundings: "Fortress Center! I want to donate relics!"

As soon as the voice fell, a thin pipe suddenly stretched out from the side of the room.

And a glowing screen was wrapped around the pipe.

"How to operate..." He didn't know much about these high-tech things, so he had to press anxiously while taking out the pill relics in the suitcase and stuffing them into the pipe.

With his random operation, the donation information box on the screen turned into voice input.

"Come to room 0122 to save me! You need permission to stop the transformation!"

After saying that, he began to click the screen frantically.

Maybe because he spoke too anxiously, or maybe the transformation of the residential area affected the function of the pipe, the voice input text box only had the words "0122" and "permission". Under his hurried operation, the missing information was directly uploaded, and the pipe with his donated relics directly retracted into the wall.

"I hope they can understand and send someone to rescue me."

This is the only way he can think of to contact the outside world. As long as someone can see his donation information, they can come to 0122 to rescue him.

He is slow to accept new things and has never understood the various functions of the pipeline fortress. He learned this donation function in the zero residential area, and he knows almost nothing about other functions.

However, since he can contact the outside world, it is a good thing.

He stretched his head and looked at the corridor carefully. The way out was completely blocked. The hard corridor pipe was completely flattened, and there were depressions left by the squeezing everywhere. Fortunately, the squeezing seemed to have stopped temporarily, and he could hold on for a while.

The sound of metal compression kept coming out of the residential area, and from time to time there was some huge breaking sound. He knew that the outside was probably in a mess now.

Anxiously waiting in the room for a while, but the rescue was delayed.

"What's the matter? Did the donation information not arrive, or did they not understand what I meant?"

He shouted in the room again, wanting to continue donating relics.

However, this time he shouted several times in a row, and the pipe responsible for the donation function did not appear again.

"It's over, the function of the fortress must have been affected."

As the transformation progressed, the nearby pipes were disturbed, and the No. 0 residential area had unknowingly become a "vacuum zone". Perhaps only when the transformation was completed, the pipes here would return to normal.

But if he really waited until then, he might have been crushed into a pulp.

Thinking of this, he collapsed on the ground in despair.

The "buzzing" sound of metal compression from a distance continued to torture his mind, and the sharp friction sound made him scratch his ears and cheeks, and his heart was pounding.

Under the threat of death, he also began to regret.

"What am I doing? Why can I read books for three days? I know that the transformation is about to start, so why am I still staying in such a dangerous place? I persuaded everyone to leave and completed the task. Why am I still staying here? Now that everyone has left, I am the only one left..."

He punched the suitcase next to him, and the suitcase fell down directly, and all the books that were stuffed full fell out.

"Legend of the Magic Mountain" and "From the Shadow", these books were scattered on the ground in a mess.

In the face of threats to life, knowledge seems worthless.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I would have left long ago."

The squeezing sound of the pipes outside appeared and disappeared from time to time, making him even more irritated. He couldn't help but curse at the books on the ground.

If it weren't for these books, he wouldn't have to persuade the old seniors, and he would have evacuated the area long ago, and he wouldn't be in danger like he is now.

"What a broken book! What a broken book!"

He pointed at the books on the floor and cursed one by one.

Knowledge is useful, but it can't save him now...

But as he cursed and cursed, he slowly lost his temper.

He understood that he was just incompetent and furious.

While cursing, he picked up the scattered books and placed them neatly back in the suitcase.

"Reading books harms people! Reading books harms people!"

Mumbling angrily, he patted the dust on the book, straightened the folded corners, and put it back smoothly.

"I also said that the old-timers couldn't tell the difference between importance and importance, but it turned out that I was the same. I was so fascinated by what I saw and talked about all the truth, but I couldn't do it myself. Alas!"

He slapped himself hard on the thigh, then gently picked up the books on the side and stacked them together.

"Why am I not hungry after watching it for three days? I don't feel thirsty now..."

While wondering, he put the pile of books back, but did not notice that the squeezing sound around him was slowly disappearing...