I'm trapped in a cube

"What is this place?"

Passing through the flickering light ball, Mo Ling came to a flower bush full of blood-red flowers. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the rich water vapor was locked in the dark clouds, and the air became extremely dull.

The flower bush was not very big, and in the middle of the red flower bush, there was actually a dry body standing.

As soon as Mo Ling came here, the light ball on the head of the dry body stared at him again.

"Who are you?" A questioning voice came from the light ball.

This is a strange language, like plucking the strings randomly, but Mo Ling could understand this language.

However, why can this dry body find out?

Mo Ling looked down and found that he had turned into a cube man again without knowing when.

"No wonder I was discovered."

But why did I become a cube man when I came to this space? Mo Ling thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he had to answer nothing and slowly walked towards the body.

"Are you sent by the Council of Elders?" The withered body suddenly asked Mo Ling who was approaching.

Council of Elders? What is that? Mo Ling knew nothing and could only remain silent.

But the withered body did not seem to be on guard against Mo Ling and let Mo Ling walk to his side.

"I seem to have failed..." He said to Mo Ling somewhat disappointedly.

"Why did you fail?" Mo Ling asked back.

The withered body did not answer, but pointed at the edge of the flowers.

"Look, the flowers seem to spread outward all the time. Reproduction is the instinct of flowers. The wind will carry pollen to any place. I can't cure such a 'disease', and I can't convince myself that this is a 'disease'."

Disease? The spread of flowers is a disease? Mo Ling was confused.

"Why is the spread of flowers a disease?" Mo Ling asked back: "Don't flowers bloom more and more?"

Hearing Mo Ling's words, the light ball on the head of the withered body flashed.

"You're right... But if the flowers are not suppressed from spreading, they will occupy the living space of other creatures, and they will be regarded as a plague that spreads wantonly."

"I can only prevent them from getting water, so that the flowers will not grow, but I always feel that there is something wrong with this..."

The dry body looked at his palm and fell into confusion.

"So you just don't want the flowers to grow outside, right?" Mo Ling finally understood.

"Yes."

"You are entangled with this?" Mo Ling looked at the mysterious dry body and asked in confusion.

"Well, do you have any way? As long as it rains, the flowers will continue to spread outward, and I don't want them to spread outward."

Hearing this, Mo Ling suddenly remembered the dark clouds he had seen before.

Is the dry human standing in front of him the culprit for the drought on Baihua Island? Not letting it rain is to prevent the flowers from spreading?

"Their pollen will be blown far away by the wind, and they will grow everywhere when they encounter water." The dry body said troubledly.

"Then build a greenhouse to enclose them."

"Greenhouse?"

"Yes, it's a plastic cover..."

Mo Ling took a lot of effort to explain the greenhouse clearly.

After listening to Mo Ling's explanation, the dry body was very excited, but soon became lonely: "No, I don't have the materials. Those plastics are only available to humans."

"That's right, I don't know what kind of place this is. Where can I find building materials for the greenhouse for you..."

Mo Ling pondered for a moment and asked again: "Does this kind of flower need sunlight?"

"No." The dry body replied.

"That's easy. There's no need for plastic. You can find some soil and build a wall to enclose all these flowers. As long as it's high enough, no pollen will fly out."

"But there's no soil here..." The dry body said helplessly.

"No soil?"

Mo Ling hurriedly looked at the ground and found that the "soil" under the flowers was just a vague condensation, like an illusion formed by some afterimages.

"What the hell is this place? There's not even any soil?" Mo Ling couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't the healing space like this? There are only patients and us, and the embodiment of the disease."

"Healing space?" Mo Ling looked around and looked up at the sky.

He realized that except for himself and his dry body, and those blood-red flowers, everything here was an illusion made up of afterimages. Even the dark clouds in the sky were a blurry "texture" if you looked closely.

"..."

Mo Ling patted his square head and was a little speechless.

A place without even any soil?

But this didn't bother him...

"Wait here, I'll find you some soil!"

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Ling's figure disappeared, and after a few seconds, he suddenly appeared at the edge of the flowers.

Then, a huge block of soil was thrown to the ground.

"Don't worry, there's more!"

Then Mo Ling's figure disappeared again, and reappeared after a few seconds, throwing out another huge piece of soil.

Just like that, his figure flashed faster and faster, and before long, the soil surrounded the entire flower bush, forming huge dirt hills, and even almost submerged the tiny flower bush.

"Is that enough?" Mo Ling tilted his square head and asked the dry body.

"Enough... Enough... Too much." The withered figure had not recovered from the shock.

"Where did you find the soil?" He could not even speak clearly at this time, and asked Mo Ling stumblingly.

"I moved it in from outside. Isn't there anything in here? I can only move it from outside." Mo Ling explained.

"Outside?"

"Yes, find a piece of soil underground, then pack it up and throw it here. It's very simple. What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." The voice of the withered figure trembled.

"But you have to build the wall yourself. If I break your flowers later, you will blame me."

"Of course."

The withered figure came to the soil and waved his arms. The soil actually began to condense into a high wall by itself. Mo Ling had thoughtfully placed the soil on the edge of the flowers before, so it didn't take long for the tall wall surrounding the flowers to be built quickly.

"Clear the pollen outside the wall, and it will rain..."

The withered figure still couldn't believe it. He waved his arms with some trembling. A breeze blew, blowing up waves of pollen, but this time the pollen could no longer get out and was blocked by the tall wall.

Boom!

A thunderclap broke through the dark clouds that had been suppressed for a long time, and heavy rain poured down.

The illusory raindrops passed through Mo Ling and the withered figure's body and fell on the red flowers. They stretched their bodies and grew taller and taller, but still couldn't cross the tall wall.

It was also calm outside the flowers, and the raindrops hit the ground like a map.

The withered figure stood in the flowers in a daze, looking at the long-lost heavy rain.

Mo Ling grabbed the raindrops, but couldn't catch them.

"Do you want me to bring you more soil? Other things are not easy to bring, but there is a lot of soil." Mo Ling asked.

The withered figure looked at the huge wall, waved his hands, and said in a daze: "No need..."

"I still want to ask, how did you bring the soil in?"

"Didn't I tell you, it's divided into three steps."

"Find soil, load soil, pour soil..."

Mo Ling calmly talked about his operation, while the light ball on the head of the withered figure beside him kept shaking, as if it had been hit by some huge impact...