I'm trapped in a cube

"Have you been discovered?"

Li Luo subconsciously thought that she sneaked into the conference room and was discovered by the security robot.

But this was not the main reason. The reason why Mo Ling let Li Luo escape was because those robots that leaked dream energy came again...

"Is the time coming again? So fast."

Mo Ling in the cube looked at the robots that kept approaching outside and was in trouble.

Although he let Li Luo escape, he didn't know where to run.

The entire Dream City was monitored by the Dream Network. These robots could also call the data of the Dream Network. They would be caught no matter where they ran.

Mo Ling was not sure that he could kill all the robots before they reacted. What's more, if he killed these, other ones would appear. The entire Dream City was full of robots of the Vigilante Force. By then, his attack method would be recorded by big data, and he would not be able to do anything about them...

Faced with a dilemma, facing such a situation, Mo Ling felt that he should solve it from the source.

"Can I continue to change history?"

A question arose in Mo Ling's mind.

If entering that dream can change the history of the missing case, can he find a way to keep everyone alive.

"Destroy the entire conference room before the missing case happens!"

"Or, destroy the research institute directly so that no one can enter!"

Mo Ling didn't know what the members of the robot team did after seeing the truth of Mengdu, but he was sure that the two things were related.

"After they found out the truth, they definitely did something that led to the missing case."

If the members of the robot team were alive until now, they would definitely stop the leakage of dream gas, and there would be no robot riot.

He didn't have time to study the principle of dream gas, and didn't have time to worry about why "entering a dream" would change reality.

What he had to do now was to stop the leakage of dream gas and solve the current crisis.

Thinking of this, Mo Ling began to think about how to stay awake in the dream.

"Only by staying awake can history be changed to the greatest extent."

But being awake will lead to the collapse of the dream. The faster you wake up, the faster the dream will collapse.

"So, we need to find a way to 'slowly wake up', so that when I enter the dream, I can have time to change history and keep the dream stable..."

But, how can there be such a way?

Awakening and dreaming are inherently conflicting, and it is not easy to find a suitable balance...

The colorful dream gas slowly seeped in from the crack of the closed door. Mo Ling knew without looking that the robots of the vigilant troops had arrived at the door.

Before he and Li Luo had time to escape, the robots slowly surrounded the conference room, as if they had predicted the time of their hesitation.

"Can't run away."

Seeing the colorful gas, Li Luo also realized that danger was coming.

Seeing that more and more dream gas infiltrated into the conference room, Mo Ling still couldn't think of a suitable way.

He paced back and forth in the cube with a can of Coke in his hand, his mind turning quickly.

However, the more anxious he was, the more confused his thoughts became.

"Forget it, wake up first and change history... later."

Anyway, after the dream collapses, those robots will always attack at the right time. As long as he can ensure that he can wake up and keep dreaming, he will eventually modify a "suitable" history.

After this idea came up, Mo Ling was not so anxious.

But...

"Is it really that easy to change history?"

Mo Ling found that after constantly modifying the past, he had a "sense of indifference" to reality.

A Qing, Lao Ping, and the twenty-one researchers seemed to be not so important. They became numbers that could appear and disappear at will, and became markers to distinguish reality from dreams.

"I shouldn't be so indifferent to the lives of others..."

This time waking up should be considered the "worst" result. Both A Qing and Lao Ping disappeared, and the number of missing people became twenty-three, but Mo Ling didn't feel much sadness in his heart.

He always had a feeling in his heart: he could change this result.

Since the result can be easily changed, then these disappeared people will definitely come back.

But can they really come back?

What price would this change of "result" cost?

Thinking of this, Mo Ling suddenly felt an indescribable fear in his heart.

"Let's try to reduce the number of times I dream..."

I can't continue to change the "result", nor can I let the "indifference" to life continue to spread.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Ling looked outside the cube.

He first transferred the authority tool on the electronic screen into the cube, then extended his vision and entered the dream that had already spread.

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When he was about to reach the center of the convergent vortex, Mo Ling separated a trace of consciousness and threw a can of Coke and the authority tool that had just been sent into the cube into the center of the vortex...

Then, he let the dream pull him and fell into sleep.

...

He had lost all emotional consciousness, as if he had been drifting in a colorful river for a long time.

This time of dreaming seemed to be longer than before.

There were many voices talking around, as if separated by a thick quilt. Those voices were discussing something in the distance, and then slowly drifted to my ears. After lingering in my ears for a long time, they were dragged into the colorful river and flowed along the vortex to the unknown depths.

The gap between dreams and reality seemed to be constantly being eliminated.

The lonely consciousness drifted with the waves, rising and falling in the chaotic time of dreams, sometimes drifting to the transparent water surface, and sometimes sinking into the turbid bottom of the water.

Mo Ling seemed to see the whole dream city turned into a reflection on the water surface, sometimes condensed, sometimes rippled and dispersed into a colorful halo.

The creation of the dream city seemed to be the same. Under the chaotic abyss, a relatively stable and gorgeous dream was built. It only needed a slight collision to be rippled by the ripples of time.

Falling along the trough of the water wave, you can go back to the distant past.

At that time, the dream city was also a dream.

It was just that people at that time thought it was real.

Just like now...

Mo Ling's thoughts gradually merged with the vortex and converged into it.

Dreams do not distinguish between you and me, they are all extensions of consciousness. Whether it is Mo Ling, A Qing, or Lao Ping, they are all tentacles of dreams. They come from the same convergence point, from the same dream, and have the same destination.

...

"Hu."

Hu Le slowly exhaled a turbid air in his chest, and then stood up from his chair.

He felt as if he had seen through all the truths and understood the essence of the world.

But now, his colleagues are looking at him with strange eyes...

"Hu Le, what are you doing?"

"Team leader, I see the essence of the dream!"

"What is it?"

"It's... Coke!"