I'm trapped in a cube

"Put me on the surface of the sea."

"good."

Mo Ling descended slowly and came to the surface of the sea.

"Thanks."

The little man jumped into the sea water, and his wooden body floated.

He happily swam in the water for a few times, then looked at Mo Ling again: "Do you know how to build a boat?"

This sudden question caught Mo Ling off guard, and he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

He thought for a while and realized that he really didn't know.

The villain seemed to notice Mo Ling's confusion and began to explain: "You only need a thick enough piece of wood to build a boat."

He gestured with his hands, but his body was too small. After several attempts, he finally gave up.

"Anyway, it needs to be thick enough and the wood needs to be hard enough." The villain said slowly: "Hollow out the middle of this piece of wood and leave the outer layer as the hull, and the simplest boat is ready. "

As he spoke, the villain scratched his head.

"It would be great if I could teach you to do it again. When master taught us before, he took us to do it again. Only then did we realize that we only need a piece of wood to move freely on the sea."

"But a boat is not enough. You also need tools that can control the direction of the boat, or a power source that provides power to the boat, so that the person riding the boat can control the boat to go where they want to go."

The villain looked at Mo Ling, as if he was testing him, and asked:

"Do you know what this tool that can provide power and control direction is called?"

Mo Ling was stunned: "Oar?"

He suddenly realized something was wrong. The villain seemed to regard him as a student and was trying to teach him.

So, Mo Ling quickly interrupted the villain's lecture: "Are you going to build a ship now?"

Mo Ling looked around: "There is no material here."

Hearing this, the villain shook his head, pointed at himself and said, "I am the material."

He lay down on the water again.

"But I don't have to drain myself. I just need this. I just need a paddle now."

Mo Ling looked carefully at the little man lying on the sea and asked curiously: "Where are those roots of yours? Can they be used as paddles?"

Upon hearing Mo Ling's suggestion, the villain's eyes lit up, and the roots behind him quickly stretched out and began to sway in the water, but the slender and soft roots could not move the water at all.

After just a few swings in the current, the tendrils completely softened.

But the villain didn't give up. It seemed to have thought of something and started to put the roots together.

As a result, a strange-looking propeller appeared at the feet of the villain. Although the roots were very soft, it was still very powerful when swinging, and the propeller was therefore very effective.

In this way, the propeller pushed the little man and quickly spun around Mo Ling several times.

Then, he stopped and looked at Mo Ling.

"Human technology, isn't it amazing?"

Mo Ling was so shocked by the villain's operation that he was speechless and could only nod his head blankly.

"Humans are so amazing. It's only been 2,200 years. I can't understand their technology at all. I can only learn a little bit about it. Master must have never expected that his own race can develop so well."

The little man swam a few more times and seemed very satisfied with his propeller.

"Do you cube tribe also have such technology?" He suddenly asked curiously.

Mo Ling didn't know how to answer, so he could only reply: "Absolutely."

"Then if we meet again in the future, you can teach me." The villain said seriously: "I can also worship you as my teacher."

Mo Ling was stunned: "Don't you have a master?"

"A human master and a cube master, there is no conflict."

The little man was lying on the water with a very serious expression, not like he was joking.

"good."

Mo Ling was silent for a moment and then agreed.

"If there is a chance to meet again."

After hearing that Mo Ling agreed to his request, the little man happily swam a few more laps in the water.

However, as he swam, his expression gradually became a little lonely.

"I have to go, otherwise the fog will catch up." He turned to the fog behind him worriedly.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that the villain didn't know what had just happened in the mist.

So, he quickly told the villain about it, including the figures that appeared inexplicably and his actions of rushing out of the fog.

After hearing this, the villain was not very surprised.

"Do you remember the price of this relic?"

He sighed: "Master would always see those strange soul hallucinations when he held this relic before, but I have never seen them in this relic for so long."

"Master has always told me that those are all false, so just treat them as false."

Mo Ling nodded, he didn't care whether it was true or false.

Even if it was true, it has now disappeared without a trace.

"If you find that the fog is no longer chasing you, stop and get some rest."

"Okay." The villain agreed: "But I have rested for a long time, and now I want to move around."

As he spoke, he quickly turned the propeller a few more times, pushing the wooden body to float a certain distance in the water.

"My people are all the same as me."

It looks like the villain can't wait to set sail.

Mo Ling also waved his hand knowingly: "Let's go."

"OK, bye."

"goodbye……"

The villain reluctantly walked around Mo Ling, then swam straight out.

However, he only swam a short distance before he turned around and returned to Mo Ling.

"I forgot to tell you that there is no separation between us, only intersection."

After saying these words, he set sail again and sailed into the distance without looking back.

This time, the villain didn't look back.

The small boat drifted away on the sparkling water.

A line of white water spray extended from Mo Ling's feet into the distance, plunging straight into the boundary between the sea and the sky.

As the villain said, there is no separation, only crossover.

They are never two parallel straight lines.

At this moment, Mo Ling felt like she was sailing into the distance along with the water splash.

The boundary between the blue sky and the sea was a little blurry under the shining waves, but Mo Ling could vaguely feel that the line was not out of reach. It seemed to be waiting for him not far away.

As long as the water splash continues forward, it will definitely cross the boundary line.

Not only that, it's not a simple intersection, it's perpendicular to each other.

Perfect verticality.

Mo Ling's eyes followed the water splash, along the sea surface, and plunged into the vertical line between sea and sky.

Immediately afterwards, the line suddenly jumped up from the sea and stabbed into the sky.

Thus, a perfect three-dimensional right angle appears.

Just like the neat corners in a square...

Mo Ling just stared at the corner blankly, a little dizzy from the sparkling sea.

The pictures in front of me overlapped.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had returned to the square at some point. The corner he just saw was really a corner of the square.

Mo Ling stepped forward and stared at the corner for a long time, but didn't see anything strange.

He sat on the bed and calmed down for a long time before accepting the fact that he was back in the cube again.

"Why did you suddenly come back?"

Mo Ling was also a little confused. Every time he turned into that square man, it didn't last long.

After thinking to no avail, Mo Ling had no choice but to look out again.

Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly returned to the coast.

At this time, Cube was lying on the beach and basking in the sun.

The fog has long since dissipated, the sun is shining on the beach, and the square metal walls reflect the light. I don’t know how long I have been here.

The field of vision slowly expanded, and Mo Ling also confirmed that this was Fish-Man Island.

However, after the thick fog dissipated, the island was still a bit unfamiliar.

The sand on the beach turns golden yellow when illuminated by the sun, as if it were covered with a layer of gold. Without that layer of dim "filter", the sea water here also looks very clean.

The sea breeze blew gently, and new shoots sprouted from the rotten wood, causing them to sway.

After the fog dissipated and the sun shone, everything looked much cleaner.

"it's beautiful."

Just this beach made Mo Ling very impressed.

Controlling the cube to rise slowly, Mo Ling followed the path in his memory and flew towards the center of the island.

On the way, Mo Ling found that the silt on the island had dried up, the damp and rotten trees had been dried out, and the influence of the fog was slowly fading.

But at this time, a question arose in Mo Ling's mind: "Is this kind of environment really good for fish people? Don't they like humidity?"

However, as soon as he returned to the entrance of the Fishman Village, his doubts were dispelled.

A group of fishmen were leaning on the big rocks at the entrance of the village, basking in the sun, very comfortable.

While basking in the sun, the group of fishmen pointed at the sun and chatted about what happened during this period.

What shocked Mo Ling even more was that there was also a pseudo-fishman covered in carapace and looking like a crab mixed in there.

He was complaining depressedly to the other fishmen: "Do you really think this sun is very comfortable? Why don't I feel anything at all?"

The fishman on the side looked at him, put his hand on his carapace and touched it.

"Your shell is getting hot. You'll feel it after a while."

"Okay." The crab-pseudo-fish man replied weakly.

But the expression of the fishman who was touching the crab shell became increasingly strange, and his fish eyes slowly widened.

"Let me ask you a question."

"You ask." Crab replied with some confusion.

"Your shell is a little red, why?"

"..."

After hearing this, the crab man suddenly stood up and ran towards the village.

When Mo Ling saw this scene, his worries were completely dispelled.

"It seems they have adapted to this new environment quite well."

Following Crab, Mo Ling slowly floated into the fishman village.

Without the obstruction of the fog, Mo Ling discovered that the fishman village was very low.

Although the island's environment has undergone drastic changes, not much seems to have changed here.

The terrain is low-lying and covered by a lot of vegetation. The environment in the Murloc Village is still very humid and cool, which is very suitable for the survival of Murlocs.

Not only that, because the fog dissipated, the fishman village also became much cleaner, without the slimy and dirty feeling.

Although the buildings and facilities in the Fishman Village are still very dilapidated, after the water vapor evaporates, it gives people a brand new feeling.

The sunlight falls through the gaps in the vegetation, adding a bit of luster to the strange combination buildings in the village.

There is a circular vegetation hollow just above the library in the center of the village, and the sunlight shrouds this special building without any obstruction.

As soon as Mo Ling arrived, he saw Li Luo and Bai Zhou sitting on the steps at the door of the library, seemingly chatting about something.

"How do you feel?" Li Luo looked at Bai Zhou and asked curiously.

"It feels like I had a very peaceful sleep, and when I woke up I saw the sun shining down." Bai Zhou knocked on his head, and his diving helmet also made two clanging sounds. He seemed to have no idea until now. Find out what's going on.

He looked at the ground and shook his head: "I remember that after I returned to the island, I took a nap, and then woke up and lay in the village."

He stretched out his hand and caught the sunlight shining down with his hand, with a puzzled look on his face.

"How come the fog has dispersed? Is the Haiyue Ceremony over?"

Li Luo didn't know how to answer: "It's probably over."

She also caught the sunshine with her hands.

The light on this island seemed to come suddenly.

"How long have I been sleeping? Why do I have no memory at all? They don't think I'm lazy." Bai Zhou said depressedly.

Just then, Jeff came over.

"Bai Zhou, it's your turn, go get a checkup."

"Okay." Bai Zhou nodded and ran towards a building that seemed to be a fish-man hospital.

After Bai Zhou left, Jeff also came to Li Luo and sat down slowly.

He seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated. It took him a long time to sort out his words.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked a strange question:

"How long can humans live?"

Li Luo was also stunned. She obviously didn't expect that Jeff would ask such a question after thinking about it for so long.

"Most of them are around 100 to 120 years old. The current medical level has been much better, but in the abyss, most humans die due to accidents, and not many die of a healthy life." Li Luo answered seriously road.

"Medical level?" Jeff muttered silently: "Have humans not been able to live this long before?"

Li Luo nodded: "Yes, about fifty years ago, most humans at that time could only live to be eighty or ninety years old. Earlier, in the war years, they might have died at a younger age."

"In fact, most of the diseases that kill humans are diseases caused by aging. As long as these diseases can be cured and people do not die due to accidents, human life can be very long."

After hearing Li Luo's introduction, Jeff nodded thoughtfully.

"So as long as there is a peaceful environment and high enough technology, life span can be extended forever?"

"Logically speaking, it should be like this." Li Luo affirmed.

Jeff fell into thought again.

After a while, he spoke again: "Then if all the conditions are met, is it possible to achieve eternal life?"

"I don't know, why are you asking this?" Li Luo asked doubtfully.

"Nothing, just asking."

His expression was a little lonely, and he slowly lowered his head.

Just like that, there was silence for a long time.

Jeff sat on the steps, looking at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking...

A fallen leaf floated down along the sunlight. Jeff looked at the fallen leaf gently falling to the ground before finally speaking:

"The patriarch has not woken up."