I'm trapped in a cube

Why is the color so gorgeous?

When she came into contact with the rich gas coming from the robot, Li Luo felt as if her consciousness was instantly immersed in a calm pond.

She seemed to have become a bubble floating in the pond, swaying along the ripples...

The fear of being caught by the Terrorist Army disappeared.

The shock of big data also disappeared.

The doubts, fear, uneasiness, anxiety in her heart... were all dispelled.

The colorful light in Li Luo's eyes swayed, and thousands of thoughts were gathered into a thin string.

As the heartstrings were plucked, the gathered consciousness also rippled along the colorful ripples to the distance, and then was slowly drawn into the depths by the vortex that appeared on the pond.

Spinning and gathering, the bubble turned around in the vortex, and the heartstrings were also entangled in circles, falling towards the unknown center point.

Under the neon lights, silence fell again...

...

After noticing the movement outside the house, Mo Ling retracted his vision and focused on the outside again.

"What is this?"

Mo Ling immediately noticed the robots covered with colored gas. Not only that, there was also a machine that came to Li Luo's side and grabbed Li Luo's wrist.

At this time, Li Luo's state seemed to be a little wrong. There was a strange light flashing in her eyes, her face was dull, and her attention seemed to have been completely scattered.

The old man not far away was in the same state. The robot stood beside them, motionless, only the colored gas on the body was constantly escaping and spreading everywhere.

"Is this, dream gas?"

Mo Ling looked at the twisted colored gas and found that they all came out of the cracks in the robot armor. He immediately realized that this might be the omnipotent dream gas.

But why didn't they move?

Not only Li Luo and the old man, but also the robots stopped moving, letting the dream gas dissipate. The gas coming out of the cracks became more and more, gradually occupying the surrounding space.

Unconsciously, these gases have formed a thick fog, which reflects countless strange halos under the illumination of neon lights.

Those gases seem to have been swallowing everything around them. The blurred light patterns have been shrinking from the outer edge to the inside, sucking some invisible existence into it. The edge of the colorful fog has also become a long strip twisted like a tentacle, swaying outward.

Because it was too close, the cube was also swallowed by the colorful fog. Mo Ling was stunned for a while and wanted to control the cube to leave, but found that no matter how he flew, it seemed to be "standing still".

The space covered by the fog seemed to have become a "treadmill" state. Any movement would be eliminated by the external convergence. The colorful fog was "replacing" the surrounding space at a slow speed.

Under the gorgeous halo, Mo Ling suddenly thought of something and looked at the building where the disappearance occurred.

Some of the gas has begun to penetrate into the conference room through the gap.

Mo Ling suddenly had a bold guess: "The purpose of these gases is the banquet where the missing case occurred?"

In order to confirm this idea, he quickly expanded his vision and scanned the entire range of the colorful fog.

Sure enough, the colorful fog is now waving its "tentacles" and slowly moving towards the direction of the conference room, like a slowly crawling octopus, intending to swallow the entire building.

"What is this?"

Is it really dream gas?

Mo Ling in the cube took a breath of cold air, because Li Luo and the old man were still in these gases, he did not dare to act rashly, in case the gas showed any strange changes again, the safety of the two could not be guaranteed.

Not only that, while examining these gases, Mo Ling felt that his consciousness began to blur.

"Why do I feel dizzy."

In his vision, these gases seemed to be rotating, and the colorful light patterns seemed to be moving and stretching, but a closer look showed that they did not move at all.

The space seemed to be converging, and everything in the colorful fog seemed to be slowly approaching the center, but when he carefully felt his position, it seemed that it had not changed at all.

"Moving again, and staying in the same place?"

Convergence seems to be not a fact, but a feeling.

As Mo Ling immersed his vision in the colorful mist for longer and longer, this feeling became more and more obvious, and even made his head a little dizzy.

But when perception conflicts with reality, it is easy to feel dizzy.

The brain is constantly "reporting errors" and repeatedly verifying the truth.

"No, I can't hold on."

Mo Ling hurriedly tried to retract his vision to the cube for a while, but before he could act, his consciousness was pulled by the infinitely converging colorful mist.

His vision kept retreating, trying to return to the cube, but the continuous retreat was exchanged for endless "advancement".

He clearly wanted to return to the cube, but he watched the cube get farther and farther away.

Direction has no meaning at this moment. No matter how he moves, he is approaching the center of the colorful mist.

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"It's over."

Mo Ling's thoughts became more and more "calm", and finally, like Li Luo, he completely turned into a string without fluctuations.

There was no point in panicking. At this moment, there was no definition of "panic" in Mo Ling's mind. Only an empty bubble remained.

The bubbles continued to fall down along the vortex, and the heartstrings were stirred in the colorful thick slurry, becoming more and more chaotic, and more and more pure, until all the chaotic colors turned into a small dot with countless overlapping halos...

...

My head hurts.

In a building next to the Mengdu Research Institute, A Qing rubbed his eyes and struggled to sit up from the bed. He picked up a glass of water beside the bed and gulped it down.

"Why does it still hurt so much?"

He quickly turned on the electronic screen and checked the time.

It turned out that he slept for a full twelve hours just now. No wonder he felt so uncomfortable after waking up.

Because he was too tired from work yesterday, he fell asleep as soon as he got home. He didn't expect to sleep for so long...

"Fortunately, I'm not on duty today."

He yawned and planned to get up to take some medicine.

Feeling unwell may be a precursor to a cold, and prevention must be done in advance. The work at the research institute has been very intense recently, and he can't fall down at this time.

As he got out of bed, he recalled his "stunning sleep".

"It seems like I had a dream..."

It seemed that a lot of things happened in the dream, which made his brain so uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't remember the content of the dream. He just remembered the colorful lights, which were as messy as the neon lights in the dream city.

Just thinking about it so simply, his head started to hurt again. He had to empty his mind and stop worrying about these meaningless things.

With the medicine, he drank another glass of ice water. The cool feeling made Aqing feel much more comfortable, and he finally cheered up.

Just at this time, the electronic screen on the bed lit up, and someone sent a message...