I'm trapped in a cube

The shrimp-headed man probably knew that his words were illogical, so he started to explain himself.

"I've actually been a fishman since I was a kid."

The shrimp-headed man said that he had been living on Fish-Man Island since he was a child.

But one time, when the young shrimp-headed man was playing at the beach, he was swept away by a sudden storm because he was competing with his companions to see who could swim farther. When he woke up, he was already on the other side of the third floor of the abyss. An island.

Exhausted, he was rescued by the islanders.

As soon as he woke up, he found a collar suddenly appeared around his neck.

At first, the shrimp-headed man was confused and didn't know his situation. When the residents of the island began to ask him about the situation, he realized what had happened.

The residents of the island are a group of strange creatures with shrimp heads, and their way of communicating is also very strange. They don't make sounds, but blow bubbles.

This is a unique language system.

Each bubble has a unique meaning, and the sound of the bubbles bursting also has a specific meaning. Not only that, the shapes formed by the bubbles also have regular patterns.

As soon as he opened his eyes, still in a state of confusion, the islanders on the side began to ask him: "How did you wash up on the shore?"

Then the shrimp-headed man told his story.

"Don't do such dangerous things next time. Where is your home?" the islander asked with concern.

"On Fish-Man Island." He replied subconsciously.

But what they got in return were strange looks from the islanders.

The islander came up to him, examined him carefully, and murmured to himself: "Isn't his brain broken?"

The shrimp-headed man didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't ignore the kindness of others and let the islanders check him.

"It's quite normal." The islander said to himself while checking.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with his health.

The islanders had no choice but to let him rest for a while to collect his thoughts.

It was then that he realized something was wrong: "How do I know the meaning of those bubbles?"

That's right, those conversations just now were all made of bubbles.

There were no words spoken between him and the islanders, they just kept blowing bubbles.

But he could accurately understand the meaning of those bubbles, and he could also distinguish the "tone" of the islanders when they blew them, and he could even tell whether they were talking to him or to themselves.

"When did I learn this bubble language?" He was very surprised.

At this moment, he also began to wonder if there was something wrong with his mind.

After getting out of bed, he walked tremblingly outside the house.

It had just rained outside and there were puddles everywhere.

In the water beach, he saw an unfamiliar face.

It was the same shrimp head as the islanders. The shrimp whiskers on the head were drooping and listless. There were circles of foam at the corners of the mouth, which even flowed onto the clothes. The two shrimp eyes were black and round, and a bit dull.

"It's like there's something wrong with my brain."

etc! How did I become like this?

After coming back to his senses, he realized that things were not as simple as he thought - he had become a shrimp man!

…

When he was on Shrimp Island, he told everyone he met that he was a fish-man, but the residents on the island didn't believe him at all.

Slowly, he also discovered that the strange collar around his neck was the source of the mutation.

"This thing will turn me into a shrimp man and make me understand that strange language, so I will be saved by the shrimp man."

After identifying this situation, he found the route map and embarked on the journey "home".

Then, we returned to Fish-Man Island...

…

This is the story of the shrimp-headed man.

"It's very twisty, isn't it?" The shrimp-headed man looked at Li Luo and said seriously.

Li Luo nodded blankly, thoughtfully, as if he was recalling something.

When Mo Ling listened to the story of the shrimp-headed man, he always felt that he had seen him before.

"Isn't this another version of Bai Zhou?"

It's just that the diving helmet was replaced by this strange collar.

In retrospect, Bai Zhou's diving helmet seemed to be made of the same material, but not as rusty.

"How come these two people even have the same backstory?"

Are you cutting corners like this?

A strange feeling arose in Mo Ling's heart. The relics of Bai Zhou and the shrimp-headed man seemed to be from the same series.

On the side, Li Luo's expression became increasingly weird. She must have been thinking about Bai Zhou.

Her awkward expression was quickly caught by the shrimp-headed man.

"Don't you believe me too?" He seemed to be suddenly discouraged and said in frustration: "After I returned to the Fishman Village, no one except Jeff has believed in me, not even my former companions. Exclude me, obviously we played well before."

"They all call me a fake fishman, and I don't want that..."

As he spoke, his shrimp whiskers drooped again.

Seeing this, Li Luo quickly tightened his face: "I believe it."

She used the method she used to deal with Bai Zhou directly on the shrimp-headed man.

In the face of people whose identity perception is distorted, explanations are useless. The only thing that can be done is to "believe."

Once you accept this setting, there will be no problem communicating.

If you keep taking it seriously, it will cause conflicts.

Jeff stepped forward and patted the shrimp-headed man on the shoulder: "Don't be sad. The patriarch also wants to prevent conflicts. This is actually to protect you."

"It is difficult for aliens to integrate into the group. Wherever there are ethnic groups, there will be exclusion and prejudice. The strong will bully the weak, the rich will despise the poor, and cannibalism is the nature of intelligent creatures, not to mention that you are different. "

"It is not a good thing to be blindly tolerant. Once you return to the tribe, the target of attack will be directed at you. At that time, you will become the source of unrest."

“Sometimes, staying away is just another form of protection.”

Jeff spoke so plausibly that the shrimp-headed man was stunned for a moment.

He looked firmly into the small eyes of the shrimp-headed man and said seriously: "I have always believed in you."

It's not like Jeff was lying.

Seeing the two people looking at each other firmly, Mo Ling was a little surprised. It turned out that some people would actually believe these "backstory".

"Jeff is really different."

At this time, the words the captain said to Jeff rang in Moling's mind again: "You are different from other fishmen."

No wonder the captain said so of him before.

Jeff has a unique perspective and is somewhat of a philosopher.

"A fish-man philosopher is really interesting."

The shrimp-headed man was still downcast, but after Jeff's words, he cheered up again.

"Staying away is just a form of protection?" he asked blankly.

"Yes." Jeff nodded.

"Is this for the clan?"

"For the fish people." Jeff said with certainty, leaving no room for doubt.

Looking at each other, the shrimp-headed man's black eyes suddenly glowed, as if he had found the meaning of shrimp life. He slowly stood up straight, and his two shrimp tentacles stood up instantly.

He looked at Jeff and said firmly:

"Okay, for the fish people!"