I'm trapped in a cube

This was the second time Mo Ling traveled through the dreamland. The last time, he was still taken by Martin.

He still can't forget the words that he saw at the top of the dream.

Martin's bed in the square also stayed with him for a long time.

"I wonder where Martin is now..."

After Yuan Kong's "deception" and Li Luo's teachings, Mo Ling is no longer so easy to deceive.

He also has his own judgment on those weird world views.

But the words on the 0th level of the dream were seen by Mo Ling with his own eyes, and he couldn't tell whether they were a true manifestation of a certain world view or a false manifestation.

It is difficult to explain clearly what is happening in the abyss. Even if you see it with your own eyes, it may not be true. Maybe there is something else behind those words...

Mo Ling now has some understanding of the humans in this world.

In the face of all kinds of ideological impact, the best way is to "disbelieve them all", classify those ideas into categories, and only use them as reference, whether they are the truth or not.

Keep your head down and continue to develop your own civilization and technological system, understand the world in a down-to-earth manner, and stick to your true heart amidst the torrent of ideas.

This is also what the humans in this world taught Mo Ling:

Witness, doubt, persist.

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The colorful world is charming to the eye, and everything is ups and downs from the heart.

Dreams and neon lights pass through me, no matter whether they are true or false, no matter the cause.

Hu Le's body was swept higher and higher by the storm of the dream, and the double image in front of him became heavier and heavier. The world in front of him seemed to have become a superposition of countless spaces, each with its own color.

Some worlds are warm-toned, red and yellow, and the whole world has a touch of warmth. Just looking at it makes your whole body feel hot.

Some worlds are cold-colored, blue and purple, with a hint of coolness seeping into people's hearts, as if they are alienating everything.

Some worlds are gray and white, with a desolate look of death, as if the life of the entire world has withered away, rejecting the coming living.

Some worlds are transparent, and everything can be seen through at a glance. There are no secrets in everything. They are transparent and pure, and even the soul can be purified.

Some worlds are messy, with colors piled together in confusion, like an abandoned garbage dump, dirty and ugly, with a faint smell.

The team leader Mingming said that every level of the dream is the same, why is it not what you see?

Standing on this "dream elevator", it seems that you can clearly see the differences between those worlds and feel their different styles and characteristics. This is also the reason for the formation of those double images.

Although they are the same, they cannot be fused because of their different natures, so they are divided into countless layers and become parallel lines that cannot be intertwined.

"Why can I see this?"

Hu Le originally thought that distinguishing dreams would be a very difficult thing, but he didn't expect it to be so simple...

"Is it the reason for 'uniqueness'?"

It seems that the only way to explain it is that "the only" makes him transcend these worlds and gives him a completely different perspective.

He does not exist above the "onion", but comes outside the onion. He examines the onion from a higher dimension, and of course he can see the differences in each onion slice.

However, even if you can see these differences, it is difficult to find the "reality".

"What does reality look like?" Hu Le had never thought about it.

Is it cold or warm? Is it gray? Or transparent?

He didn't know the color of reality, and he didn't know how to judge it. He could only watch those "onion slices" overlap each other, constantly using various filters to play what was happening.

The dream elevator continued to travel, and the double images in front of him became more and more confusing. He seemed to see Li Luo's existence through the fragments between the double images.

In some worlds, Liluo is red, in some worlds, Liluo is purple, in some worlds, Liluo is gray, and in some worlds, Liluo is transparent...

In some worlds Li Luo is an orange cat, in some worlds Li Luo is a dolphin, in some worlds Li Luo is a gray man, in some worlds Li Luo is a bug...

Hu Le finally found a world where Li Luo was a human being, but Li Luo had no facial features on his face. Humans in this entire world had no facial features.

Hu Le quickly withdrew his attention and stopped looking. The double images of these worlds dazzled him. If he continued to look at them like this, he would only be completely dizzy by those flashing colors.

There were too many ghost images, and the number of layers in the dream was countless. They were completely disrupted and appeared before Hu Le's eyes.

Sometimes the angle of view is raised too high, which is not a good thing. If you see too much, it becomes even more difficult to distinguish.

Hu Le didn't dare to make a judgment at will. What if the so-called "reality" was really hidden under some absurd ghost?

Maybe Li Luo is really an insect?

It's just that the appearance is different from different perspectives...

"It seems that even if you can distinguish the difference in dreams, it is difficult to find the reality." Hu Le sighed helplessly.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"What should I do..."

At this time, Mo Ling, who was in the square, slowly turned around and came to the bed that belonged to Martin.

After hesitating for a while, he knelt down and took out a button from under the bed.

It was something that Martin left for him when he and Martin parted ways. He had kept it under the bed since then and never moved it.

At this time, the button was constantly changing colors, just like the double images in the dream...

I remember Martin told him that if he pressed this button, all Martins would come to help him, but he didn't know if it was true.

With a thought, the color-changing button was sent out of the cube and came to Hu Le's hand.

Of course, Hu Le also knew about Martin from the memories that were connected to each other. At the moment, asking Martin for help was the best choice.

"He should know how to distinguish the layers of dreams..."

After thinking for a moment, Hu Le decisively pressed the button.

At the moment of being pressed, the color of the button suddenly began to change rapidly, countless colors flashed, and completely merged together. Then, the button turned into liquid and attached to Hu Le's palm.

Hu Le just felt sticky, and tried to shake it off, but it didn't get rid of it.

The sticky liquid began to wriggle again, and suddenly turned into a small tentacle, shaking towards Hu Le, and then drawing a circle out of thin air.

A colorful round hole appeared where it circled, drifting away and expanding.

Hu Le was still wondering what the colorful circle was for, when suddenly, a hand grabbed the edge of the circle.

A familiar figure came out of the circle.

It was Martin, who looked around for a while, then stared at Hu Le.

"Who are you?" Martin scratched his glass jar, a little confused.

But soon, he seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly came to Hu Le.

"Oh? Half asleep and half awake? Interesting."