I'm trapped in a cube

"Snow Mountain?" Lao Ping looked in the direction of Martin's head. He didn't see anything except the flashing neon ...

"How can there be a Snow Mountain?"

When he turned his head again, he found that Martin left him.

Martin at this time was already under the square.

I saw that he raised his hand gently, and a separatist line was drawn under the square. The other side of the separatist line seemed to be the dream Kirin Avenue he had been to.

The square block seemed to sink into the water surface, gradually sinking into the separation line, Martin also leaped forward, falling in it with the block.

After Martin came to the other side completely, he waved his hand back, and the septum closed quickly like a zipper ...

All this happened too fast. When Lao Ping responded, Martin and the square were gone. I don't know where to go. There was only a piece of emptiness in front of me.

Suddenly, Lao Ping's mind was stunned for a while.

"Who just came in front of me?"

He only remembers one block, and the other one, he can't remember ...

"What's going on? Obviously just left, why did I forget?"

He patted his head: "I'm really old?"

Lao Ping desperately thinking about the appearance of the man, but the more he wanted to get blurred, as if he thought of where he thought, he would be wiped off by "rubber". In the end, there was only a blank outline.

As soon as he thought about the outline, he even disappeared, and he even began to doubt whether he really stood someone there.

Or is there only one square?

"Am I forgotten?"

Lao Ping shook his head, with an inexplicable emptiness in his heart, and murmured "Snow Mountain" in his mouth, and his mind became white, and he couldn't remember anything.

Nympho

On the twisted colored avenue, Martin looked at the square in front of him and gently put his hand on the dream of the Meng Qilin on the top of the block.

That Meng Kirin seemed to guess something, and trembled a few times.

"Are you going to send me back?"

"Um." Martin nodded: "This is not your body after all, staying on the wrong carrier, consciousness will only become weaker and weaker, and finally dissipate completely ..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Martin comforted softly.

He reached out and clicked on the different parts of Meng Qilin's body. The soft color body was paralyzed, and he rolled to the ground like a cloth doll, together with the motionless Meng Kirin piled up.

In Martin's hand, there was a twisted colored slime. He threw it gently, and Hu Le appeared there.

Hu Le looked at his body and relieved him. He thought it would be painful to pull his consciousness away from his body. As a result, before he responded, he had ended.

"Do you want to send me back to the original dream?"

"Yes."

"I will be lost in a dream like everyone else?"

"It depends on you, you have experienced so much, you should know more about dreams. How to go after this, you have to decide yourself." Martin looked at him and said seriously.

"Your body is annihilated at the moment when you enter the dream. This is the inevitable result of the missing case 20 years ago. In the dream in your dream, you opened your eyes, and you on other layers. Will open your eyes, and the things you see will become a reality at the moment you open your eyes. "

"The huge tentacles crush your body, turn it into meat, sprinkle it on the table, and turn into food. These are the dreams you like, but it has also become a real thing in reality. fact."

"Without the body, your consciousness becomes the rootless duckweed in the dream.

"After knowing that your body has disappeared, your team leader should also guess his ending, but he did not tell you."

"He chose to take other people to continue to Liming City, but what he didn't know was that the road to the upper part of Yuan Kong had been blocked. They could not move forward or retreat. In the end Lost.

"..."

Listening to Martin's telling, Hu Le was standing in place and was at a loss.

He probably guessed the result, but he was still lucky, but now, Martin has broken the only fantasy in his heart.

"Can you find them? You are so strong, should you have a way?" Hu Le asked Martin with a pleading tone.

"I can find it, but they are too many ... You should know that if each layer disappears is 22 people, the two floors are forty -four people, the third floor is sixty -six, but the dreams are infinitely infinitely infinite. How many of them will be in the end? The number of layers ... "

"Needless to say, I understand ..." Hu Le interrupted Martin's words: "I'm sorry, my demand is too harsh."

Hu Le knew that Martin had been reluctant. The reason for his help was just to return Mo Ling's human feelings, he did not owe him, and he had no reason to ask Martin to continue helping him.

"Let me go back." Hu Le looked at Martin and said gently.

"good."

There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!

Martin didn't keep anything, he just stretched out his hand and clicked on his shoulder.

"Thank you."

Hu Le felt that his consciousness was separating from Mo Ling, and those memories were moving away from him. Many things about Martin began to become vague.

He looked at the strange canned man in front of him, and suddenly seemed to have forgotten his name. They were just talking, but in a blink of an eye, they lost all information about him.

The picture of the other party in his mind was erased little by little, gradually becoming a blank, and finally, he even forgot what the other party looked like.

But the other party was still in front of him, why could the person in front of him be forgotten?

Hu Le couldn't understand it, so he could only keep saying "thank you", watching the person in front of him gradually being submerged by the colorful light, and finally turning into an outline that he could never remember.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you... why should I say thank you?"

"Who am I thanking?" Hu Le felt a little confused.

The swaying colorful light shone on his face, and he frowned with confusion.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Hu Le stood in an empty colorful dream, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

...

"He's gone."

Martin said to the cube in front of him with some disappointment:

"He should have forgotten me, completely forgotten... But he should remember everything I said, but he just can't remember who said it to him."

"After working for most of the day, I've become an unknown hero again, alas..."

Martin muttered dejectedly, while moving closer to the cube:

"It's so sad, you're the only one in the world who remembers me."