I'm trapped in a cube

"Although humans will not upload memory like Shennonggu, there are group memories throughout the entire human society. The experience of predecessors passed on to the next generation through education and various channels. For the medium, store the consciousness of the group. "

"Have you ever heard a theory: In fact, Shennong does not exist."

"Real Shennong is countless individuals."

"Humans first met herbs, and they also explored in the darkness. The population that had been eaten was passed down. If they were eaten, they were passed down by the deceased's companions. It is circulated in it, gradually becoming specific. "

"In the collision of different people in humanity, these knowledge spread to more extensive groups, and integrated with other groups of intellectuals to become more complex and comprehensive, and each of these people with knowledge are Shennong."

"In the end, some people classified these knowledge and summarized them into books. Books were circulated in the medium with books as the medium, and gradually became a consensus and became an inseparable part of the consciousness carved in the human group."

"When everyone is a Shennong, they will not lose precious experience and memory because of individual death. A Shennong ate broken intestinal grass, and countless Shennong lives. , Passed to the human group, everyone has remembered the appearance of broken intestines. "

"Everyone is a Shennong, everyone is a part of group consciousness. The existence of individuals is used to ensure the existence of the group, and the memory of individuals is used to accumulate the memory of the group, so that the entire human beings will no longer suffer from 'broken intestinal grass'. "

"What's more, some experience will be deeply engraved in human genes after the sacrifice of Shennong, which will become human instincts."

"Since birth, these humans carrying 'Shennong gene' will know that the bright insects with colorful colors are toxic. They are afraid of spiders, cockroaches, scorpion, scorpion ... Insects, but the "Shennong gene 'in the body will still make them fear from the heart and keep them away from those dangerous poisons."

"Shennong genes make them fear heights, turbid black water, fear of shared space, fearful objects, dense things, fear thunder and heavy rain ... These fears from genes are part of group consciousness. If humans are really It is a 'giant beast'. This giant beast will be afraid of climbing and fear of darkness. The whole body is weak, but these weaknesses are the root of it. "

"In this era of invasion of the abyss, it is useless for self -proclaiming, and the dull development is useless. Someone must be a Shennong. Those who taste those herbs. Only after you have tasted it, you know whether they can heal the disease of all diseases, or hemolysis. Bone poison.

"Only after sacrificing more Shennong can the new Shennong gene be engraved in the human body, and the giant beast of human beings will get new fear, the foundation of new survival."

"And I am Shennong!"

Martin suddenly raised his chest and looked extremely proud.

At this time, the electronic screen was sent out again. Martin quickly took it over and looked at it. Only one sentence was written on it:

"Knowing that it is poison, you still have to try?"

Seeing this, Martin shook his head: "I said all, I have to try it, just look at it, how can I know whether it is fairy grass or poison?"

"Those herbs that look very poisonous, maybe they can also eat them. Don't look at these look ridiculous world views with a negative vision. Maybe one of them is really the truth of the world?"

"Do you know why I believe that the world is a novel?"

"Actually I don't know, but in the meditation, I just think so."

"It is good or superstitious, I always feel that there is a line that is pulling the book page, turning the fate of all things."

As Martin said, he returned the electronic screen to the square, and then looked up at the sky.

On the colorful sky, there were countless bright "pigments". It seemed to feel Martin's eyes, and those pigments began to change.

First of all, there were striped lines like the gap of the book, and it became more and more regular. The lines slowly opened and became wider. There are many square lines, just like a neat text ...

"Did you see it?" Martin shouted at the sky excitedly.

"There is a word on it, something in the sky is responding to me!"

"He was telling me: You are right!"

Looking at Martin's excitement, Mo Ling also controlled his vision to explore the sky.

But it extended to the end of the vision. He did not see Martin's words. When he saw it, it was all fog, and the chaotic colors were distorted into a variety of strange lines, like a messy screen with a TV machine, pixels The point flickered to change the color, nothing.

"I can't see it, or the words are from my vision, I can't see it?"

Mo Ling rose for a while, and looked at Martin, who cheered from the square, and he doubted himself again.

"Did he really see the word?"

Or the blurred lines in the sky have misunderstood Martin?

In fact, those are not words, but just look like words?

The pickles in Martin's glass jar spun wildly and slowly floated up. Some faint colored tentacles surged in it, grabbed the pickles, and then disappeared in an instant. But after the pickles disappeared, new pickles appeared in the glass jar, as if the pickles inside would split, and they were constantly replenished, more and more.

As Martin's emotions became more and more excited, the "chemical reaction" in the glass jar became more and more intense. Looking at this scene, Mo Ling began to wonder again whether Martin could see something that he could not see.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The words in the sky were one of them.

He controlled the cube to float up, wanting to see if there were really any words outside the field of vision that he could not see, but after flying for a while and changing the angle several times, he could only see a blur of color.

"Maybe I can't see it."

After hesitating for a while, Mo Ling still planned to return the same way.

Even if he saw it, what would it matter? It didn't mean anything. Maybe the dream had just become "imagined" again.

The cube turned a corner and flew towards Martin.

But at this moment, Martin suddenly pointed at the cube excitedly and kept shouting something.

"What is he saying?"

It was a bit far away, so Mo Ling couldn't hear clearly.

He could only hear a few vague words:

"So you also..."