I'm trapped in a cube

Li Luo held two fingers and pondered for a while. She unexpectedly thought the same thing as Mo Ling.

She pinched her fingers and carefully placed them on the gap on the ground.

As soon as the finger touched the ground, it seemed to come alive and curled up.

Then, Li Luo felt a violent shaking.

The blood stains under his feet suddenly shattered and broke into countless pieces, and the finger actually climbed up from the ground and went to another part of the room, hooking together with another finger on the ground.

When the two right index fingers that could not exist at the same time touched each other, the hooked index fingers turned into a ball and rolled to the center of the room.

A faint vibration suddenly shook out from the finger ball and spread to the surroundings. Where the shock wave spread, the dried blood suddenly turned from black to red and began to surge.

The thick stains suddenly turned into a sticky river of blood, surging around. Li Luo was about to leave the room when the shock wave suddenly exploded and reverberated throughout the room. All the blood stains affected by the shock wave turned into fresh blood, instantly flooding the entire room.

Before Li Luo could react, she fell into the sea of ​​blood.

She subconsciously wanted to grab the cube, but saw that the cube was also swallowed by the blood falling from above the room.

Although there was a floor, Li Luo felt that she was sinking all the time, sinking deeper and deeper, until she saw a bright red in front of her eyes...

And Mo Ling in the cube also fell into a sea of ​​blood the moment she was affected by the shock wave.

Red.

In the field of vision, there was only one color - red.

Deep and psychedelic.

Even if it extended to the outside of the room, to the farthest point, all you could see was endless red, and even Li Luo was gone.

"What happened to me?"

The red deprived Mo Ling of all his senses. He only felt that the red completely replaced everything in his vision, making him completely confused.

Even his thoughts were somewhat blurred by the impact of the red. He drifted in the sea of ​​blood, confused, as if a long time had passed, and as if only a moment had passed.

Gradually, Mo Ling got used to the existence of the red and forgot everything.

It seemed that the world was like this, only red, nothing else.

Mo Ling seemed to have become a baby in the belly, ignorant and ignorant, his thoughts were washed away by the sea of ​​blood, leaving only self-consciousness, only knowing to think, but not knowing what to think.

He looked at the endless red and was stunned...

Finally, when the red was about to swallow him, he felt a warm touch, and a soft thing touched his forehead, like jelly, very elastic.

The thing rubbed his forehead for a while, pulling his scattered attention back again, no longer attracted by the endless red.

Then, the jelly-like thing gently held Mo Ling's hand again, guiding him to move forward.

Mo Ling finally felt the outline of the thing, a long creature with hard bones in the middle and soft skin on the outside, sometimes bent and sometimes straight.

Mo Ling seemed to know what it was, but the red filled his mind, and he couldn't remember what the creature in front of him was.

After guiding Mo Ling to touch it, the creature held Mo Ling's hand and touched Mo Ling's own body.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Ling touched his body, he found that he had exactly the same outline as the long creature.

He was obviously touching with his "hand", but he couldn't touch his "hand".

Or, his "hand" was just a fictitious invisible force, and he actually used his long body to touch the outside world.

"Am I also this kind of creature?" Mo Ling was a little confused. He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but now his mind was completely imprisoned by the red and couldn't extricate himself.

"Who am I?" Mo Ling had forgotten.

He was guided by the long creature and brought to a strange place.

Here, more long creatures came up and touched Mo Ling's body. Mo Ling could feel their bodies trembling, as if they were all very happy.

"Are they all like me, my companions?"

Those long creatures touched Mo Ling affectionately and took him around to meet new companions. Mo Ling found that they were long and short, and their outlines were different.

Some were very hard, some were very soft, some were very rough, and some were very delicate...

The lines on their heads were also different, one circle after another, and each companion was different, and there were many types of these lines.

Some were concentric circles, like ripples on the water.

Some lines were open on one side, very irregular, like a dustpan.

Others were made up of overlapping curved arcs.

...

According to the different lines, different companions can be distinguished.

"What a pity, I can't see what they look like." A strange idea suddenly came to Mo Ling's mind, but this idea confused him.

"See?"

"What does that mean?"

Red was everywhere, and there was no other way to perceive it except touching it. Mo Ling doubted his strange idea, but for a moment he forgot what he was thinking just now.

His thoughts were gradually becoming simpler.

Soon, those companions pulled Mo Ling and began to familiarize themselves with the surrounding environment.

Hard, soft, smooth, regular, irregular...

Mo Ling is using touch to slowly understand the world. His simple thoughts are also filled with various touches. He knows what to touch and what not to touch, which ones will hurt and which ones will feel comfortable.

Red covers the world, but touch allows Mo Ling to understand the world in a new way.

Those companions took him and told him all their experiences.

Mo Ling realized that those companions had always treated him as a newborn, so they took him around and touched all kinds of things. They were very simple and their thoughts were very simple. In addition to touching various things, they just squeezed together and touched each other to play.

Gradually, Mo Ling remembered the details of each companion, not only the lines on the head, but also the wrinkles at the joints were different, and the touch was also very different.

Not only that, Mo Ling also learned how to communicate from his companions.

This is a language of touch. One force means "one", two force means "two", a short touch on the side of the head means "follow me", and a light touch on the joints means "I want to play with you".

While playing, Mo Ling learned various touch languages, and he could slowly communicate with his companions.

I don't know how long it took, but when Mo Ling was playing, a question suddenly came to his mind. Before his thoughts were completely lost, he quickly touched his companions and asked them out:

"What are we?"