I'm trapped in a cube

Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two Martins arguing heatedly.

"It's good that you're okay."

It seems that the cracks on the glass jar should not have caused any harm to Martin.

Since he still has the energy to argue, it's not a big problem...

After several arguments, the two Martins finally put their attention back on the cube.

"It's time to send you back..."

"Your companion will be very anxious when she finds out that you have disappeared. I remember she was very anxious last time."

"After you go back, you should go to the next level."

"How about a spoiler?" Martin turned his head and looked at his brother.

The other "Martin" was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"The number of words should be shortened. The more you say, the more backlash you will suffer."

"Isn't that a riddle? You scolded me when I said a riddle just now? You are the same as me."

"Am I not you? Isn't it normal that we make the same choice?"

"That's right."

"..."

"Riddles should be short and concise, and easy to guess. They can't be like what you just said. You said a lot of nonsense after talking for a long time. Others don't know what it means and can't remember it clearly."

"Why are you talking about me again? It's the same if you come. We have the same brain. If I can't figure it out, you can't figure it out either."

"I don't think I have the same brain as you. Your brain is full of cracks."

"That's because I suffered the backlash! It's the same if you come!"

Seeing that the two Martins were about to quarrel again, Mo Ling couldn't stand it anymore and controlled the cube to fly between the two to separate them.

But even if they were stopped by the cube, they still quarreled.

"Then I won't spoil the story. Come on! Let's see what you think."

"I'll do it, so watch out. Don't be dissatisfied."

The "Martin" with no cracks on his head patted the cube, as if he was about to start "spoiling the story", but after patting, he stood there for a long time, as if his brain had crashed.

"Speak up, you won't be unable to speak, right?" Martin on the other side of the cube urged.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm thinking."

"Don't think if you can't think of it, I'll do it!"

"Don't worry!"

The Martins on both sides of the cube started arguing again.

Finally, as if they had thought of something, the two Martins suddenly raised their hands.

"I've got it!" They said in unison.

Then, as if they were answering a question, they all said the "riddle" they had come up with to the cube:

"Accept death!"

"Accept death!"

The two voices overlapped completely, followed by two crisp cracking sounds.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A deep crack appeared at the same position on the glass jars of the two Martins at the same time. It seemed to go straight to the inner wall of the glass jar, which was very creepy.

But they didn't care at all and started arguing again.

"I said it first!"

"It was obviously me first, you were a little slow."

"..."

Looking at the two people who were arguing again, Mo Ling had no choice but to stand there and wait for them to finish arguing slowly.

How could they quarrel when they shared the same brain? Mo Ling couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

What does the riddle just now mean? Accept death?

It's a spoiler, but not a complete spoiler...

What does this have to do with the next level?

The two brothers have been arguing for so long, and the hints given by the backlash are still undecipherable riddles...

Mo Ling sighed and controlled the cold block to move closer to the cracked Martin. At this time, Martin realized that he had wasted too much time.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, and get down to business."

After hearing this, the "Martin" with fewer cracks wanted to continue arguing, but looking at the appearance of the cube, he swallowed his words.

"Let me do it, you take it easy."

He gently stretched out his hand, drew a dividing line on the side, and then slowly moved his fingers in it. The scene on the other side of the dividing line kept changing as he moved, and finally stopped at the previous research institute.

"Okay, as long as you pass through it, you can go back."

"See you next time." The two Martins raised their hands at the same time, waved, and then put them down at the same time.

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

They stood on both sides of the cube, tilted their heads slightly, as if watching the cube leave.

Mo Ling did not leave immediately, but searched in the cube, and soon he found what he wanted.

Transmission, two packages of unknown objects fell from the air in front of the two Martins, and they quickly reacted and grabbed the two packages of unknown objects in their hands.

"What is this?" they asked in unison, looking at their hands.

It turned out to be two bags of pickled mustard tuber.

One bag for each person.

The two Martins were stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what the cube meant.

Mo Ling's idea was also very simple. Since they couldn't drink Coke, pickled mustard tuber should be okay, right? This should be similar to kimchi...

Mo Ling looked at Martin expectantly, and they slowly opened the package of pickled mustard tuber.

The moment they opened the package, a colorful tentacle suddenly emerged from the glass jar, passed through the jar directly, rolled up the pickled mustard tuber, and then retracted, and the pickled mustard tuber also fell into the jar.

The two Martins obviously didn't expect such a situation. They stood there for a while, then raised their heads at the same time, looked at the cube together, and said "thank you" in unison.

"Is it really edible?" Mo Ling was also a little surprised. He just tried it, but he didn't expect it to be really edible.

These pickles also suit the taste of those colorful tentacles.

As long as they are edible...

"They have been in the abyss for so long, they must be hungry."

Mo Ling took out the whole box of pickles directly.

"What a pity, there is only this box."

This was specially left by Mo Ling, because Li Luo only bought this box when he "purchased goods".

"Leave them all to Martin, after all, he has quite a lot of brothers."

Mo Ling thought about it and sent the whole box of pickles out.

"It's time to go..."

I have been away for so long, and Li Luo should have finished reading the notebook long ago. If I don't go back, she will probably worry again.

Without looking at Martin's reaction, Mo Ling flew directly towards the dividing line.

With a flash of vision, he returned to the research institute.

After the ripples and the colors swayed for a few times, the surrounding scene stabilized.

Behind him, there seemed to be the sound of tentacles wriggling, as if countless tentacles were swinging, the sticky tentacles seemed to be snatching something, and Martin could be heard screaming faintly...

What happened? Mo Ling had just crossed the dividing line when he heard those strange sounds. He quickly looked back, but saw nothing.

The dividing line had disappeared, leaving only the flashing neon.

The surroundings were quiet, without the sound of tentacles, and without Martin's noise, it seemed that everything he had just heard was an auditory hallucination...