I'm trapped in a cube

"That's how I became a wanted criminal." Martin said helplessly: "If I had surrendered directly, I might not have been wanted, but at that time my mind was fuzzy and I had lost my mind."

Mo Ling was also shaken by his experience.

"What is the button you used to escape? Isn't it a very powerful relic that can take people to such a distance? Why is it placed in the relic warehouse casually?"

Martin thought for a while and replied: "That thing is called the 'Earth Emergency Stop Button'. As long as you pay a little blood scab, it can let you feel the feeling of the earth's rotation stopping."

"The earth's rotation has stopped?" Mo Ling became even more confused.

"Yes, but its actual function is to allow the user to remain stationary relative to the earth and break away from the earth's rotation. When the earth turns around, I will already be in Bangkok." Martin explained.

Mo Ling understood instantly that the thing did not stop the earth's rotation at all, but stopped the user.

"I later learned that there are actually two buttons on this button. The other one will make the user feel the earth's revolution has stopped, and will throw the user directly into space. Generally, no one will survive."

"Both of these relics are very tricky. The position where they were thrown when they stopped spinning was very unstable. I was lucky and happened to come to a safe place." Martin spread his hands: "That's why they were put in the warehouse. "

What a coincidence, the route he took to escape seemed to have been planned somewhere.

"After that, I completed the blood exchange according to the formula mentioned by that 'Martin', and then completed the agreement three years later to continue passing on the fire. Of course, this has nothing to do with me being wanted." Martin said lightly. .

But Mo Ling was very curious.

"What does that formula do?"

Martin didn't intend to hide, so he took off his hood. The appearance of his empty model seemed to be suddenly refreshed, and a pickle jar appeared on his head.

Not only that, pickles are constantly appearing in this jar, like a machine that can produce pickles repeatedly.

Some slender colorful tentacles appeared out of thin air in the jar, and each time they appeared, they would take away part of the pickles and be swept into the void.

When these colorful tentacles noticed that the hood had been taken off and a square person appeared outside the glass jar, they crowded to the edge of the glass jar and looked at it curiously.

They twisted towards Mo Ling a few times, as if to say hello, and then began to roll up the pickles.

"That blood transfusion turned my head into a pickle perpetual motion machine, giving me the ability to travel between different levels of dreams, and the power to blur into reality." Martin explained, pointing to his head. road.

"Not only that, that exchange also refreshed my abilities. Originally, my ability could only be used once for each exchange target, but that exchange added materials from my own body."

"Later I researched and found out that as long as the materials on my body are added to each blood exchange, I can always use blood exchange on myself, and it will be refreshed every time."

Mo Ling was shocked. Martin was really a genius. He had developed his abilities to an unimaginable level.

"Why did you bring me into the dreamland?" Mo Ling asked seriously.

When Martin heard this, he repeated the original question again:

"Can you believe me?"

Mo Ling did not hesitate this time. Martin had told him many things without reservation. He answered decisively:

"able."

After hearing Mo Ling's answer, Martin's glass jar head burst into happy laughter.

"I want you to do a favor and help me save someone."

"who?"

"Martin."

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"Hold on to me, the black tower's blockade is over, I can show off my skills!"

Martin held Mo Ling's hand and said to him excitedly.

Along with his words, the pickles in his glass jar head suddenly began to increase at an accelerated rate, expanding like bubbles, and those colorful tentacles became more active.

They twisted and rolled the pickles at a sudden speed. The rapidly expanding pickles had just filled the entire pickle jar before being swept away by their tentacles.

Colored pixel light spots appeared from the glass jar, falling like raindrops, passing through the bottom of the jar, and scattering on Martin's body.

After each pixel light point touches Martin's body, it will slowly spread and continue to spread, and Martin's figure will gradually become blurred.

"coming soon!"

Suddenly, Martin's figure became clear in an instant, and the surrounding environment seemed to be reversed, turning into the original colors of Martin.

Alternate colors.

In just a moment, when the surrounding colors returned, Martin had already brought Mo Ling to the interior of a simple room, and the colors on his body were slowly retreating back into the glass jar.

"Where is this place?" Mo Ling asked softly.

And Martin just made a "shh" motion at him.

"You wait here for me, I don't need you here yet."

After saying that, he pushed open the door to the room and walked out. Mo Ling stood behind the door, wanting to see what Martin wanted to do.

This is an office-like room filled with all kinds of electronic equipment and information.

A young man in a white coat with an unshaven beard was lying on a chair, with an empty glass jar placed behind his head and a Black Hole flyer from the Dream Sect next to him. Blood was still dripping from his fingers.

This is Martin!

Mo Ling suddenly realized that this was a research institute that didn't know which level of dream it was, and Martin here had just fallen into a dream.

Is this a higher level than reality?

Calculating the time, fifty years have passed since the Cataclysm, and the young Martin here has just fallen asleep.

"Which level is this?" Mo Ling didn't know the time calculation of the dream, so he could only continue to stare.

The young man lying on the chair slowly opened his eyes, but he was very sluggish. He did not get up from the chair, but continued to lie quietly.

What is he doing?

This seems inconsistent with what Martin said before.

Mo Ling was just wondering when the young man finally stood up crookedly and turned a blind eye to Martin beside him. It seemed that Martin was hiding himself.

The young man raised his hands and looked at them in confusion, as if he didn't understand his situation.

The blood dripping from his fingertips also caught his attention, but he was very confused and seemed not to understand where his wounds came from.

He didn't speak, just looked at his fingers blankly.

Then he started looking around again, his expression becoming more and more confused.

After a while, he slowly walked aside and came to a mirror.

"Shouldn't we check the information? What is he doing?" Mo Ling discovered that something was very wrong with "Martin" on this floor.

The young man came to the mirror, stroked his stubble, and frowned.

He kept turning his head and looking at his face, as if he had never seen this face before.

His expression changed from confusion to surprise, and a hint of disbelief.

Then, the young man's soliloquy was like a thunder:

"I traveled through time?"