I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1232 The House of Cubes
The door, which had been deserted for a long time, slowly opened.

"Go in, go in... and you'll find out."

Martin said somewhat reluctantly from the side.

Mo Ling surveyed the room for a long time, finding every corner almost identical to Li Luo's memory, with hardly any trace of time remaining.

In the corner of the room, there were even a few metal cubes scattered around, which stirred up Mo Ling's memories again, making the images of Li Luo's childhood even clearer.

He slowly calmed his heartbeat, and waited until the pain in his chest subsided before taking that difficult step into the house.

For some reason, perhaps influenced by Li Luo's pain, Mo Ling felt a sense of resistance, a resistance to entering this shadowy room.

But to find out the truth, you must go inside.

Another gust of cool wind blew by, even colder than the one that had just been felt in the courtyard. The dampness from the long-neglected house instantly chilled Mo Ling's body, which had been feeling somewhat hot.

He smelled a musty odor, but it quickly disappeared. The floor tiles in front of the door were completely loose, and he could hear a faint cracking sound when he stepped on them.

This is normal for a house that has been in disrepair for many years; an ordinary person would have the same feeling if they walked in here.

But Mo Ling's senses weren't "normal." His gaze wandered over the places he touched, passing through the invisible cool breeze, landing on the water-dripped, moldy wall, and finally disappearing into the broken stones beneath the floor tiles...

He saw a flash of silver light.

That was something that shouldn't be here, out of sight from a normal perspective. It seemed that because of his visitor's influence, the room underwent some subtle changes.

Instead of immediately asking Martin behind her, Mo Ling took another step and stepped onto the next paving stone. This paving stone was also loose, and the gravel underneath rolled under the weight, making a sharp friction sound.

It was at this moment that Mo Ling once again saw the fleeting silver light through her vision, like someone suddenly striking a match in the darkness, only to have it quickly go out because it didn't burn long enough.

This was impossible to hide from Mo Ling's keen eyesight.

He continued walking forward and came to a wall. He reached out and placed his hand on it without hesitation, completely disregarding that the wall was completely damp.

The cool, slippery feeling was extremely "disgusting." Upon closer inspection, there were some black stains clinging to the wall, completely filling the cracks. These were some kind of unknown mold or moss, growing rampant in this damp environment without sunlight.

Mo Ling's focus was not on the stains; his gaze passed through the thin layer of water, through the stains, through the dust and mud clinging to them, and into the crack below.

Beneath the layers of building materials, in the darkest corner, a flash of silver light appeared as he reached out and touched it.

Silver light followed the crack, like a thunderbolt across the night sky, splitting Mo Ling's thoughts. He pointed his finger at different spots on the wall, and thunderbolts flashed beneath each spot he touched.

He was like the god of thunder in the darkness, easily summoning thunder and lightning, but he knew it wasn't his fault.

There's something wrong with this room.

Mo Ling thought to herself.

Each touch of this room evokes a fleeting silver light, seemingly omnipresent, hidden deep within the room, concealed in every corner.

"Perhaps it's not just the house itself..."

As Mo Ling pondered this, she walked to the center of the living room. The dark room had lost its former bright and airy feel. If someone were to accidentally wander into this place, they would definitely think it was a "haunted house."

But Mo Ling didn't feel that way. He only felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Li Luo's memories were guiding him, taking him back to the past.

The gloomy room suddenly lit up, and the chandelier in the living room, which had been turned off, emitted a dazzling light again. Countless crystal pendants clattered in the wind. Little Li Luo looked up and asked her father beside her.

"Dad, why are the lights also square?"

Children's attention is always drawn to strange things. Under the glaring light, Xiao Liluo discovered that the crystal pendants were all shaped like "squares".

This piqued her curiosity, as she had always liked blocks.

But her father didn't answer her. He turned around, sat down at the table, and started working. Under the bright lights, there was a long silence.

Little Li Luo didn't think much of being ignored, because she was already used to being ignored by her father. She thought maybe her problem was just too boring.

Gazing at the swaying lights, she saw multiple images before her eyes.

The blocks had actually overlapped and become a single block...

Xiao Lilu watched for a long time, savoring this novel experience, and finally sat down on the ground, wobbling and shaking her head.

"dizzy."

She closed her eyes, only to find that the square was still there.

It was bright, as if it was always right in front of her.

……

The lights went out again, and Mo Ling returned to the present.

The chandelier was broken, leaving only a bare lamp post. The small, transparent cubes had fallen onto the table below, covered in a thick layer of dust, looking like dusty, broken stones.

Mo Ling stepped forward, picked up one directly, and instantly dust filled the air.

Feeling the square shape with her hands, Mo Ling could still feel the sharp edges. These crystal cubes had not been worn away by the passage of time.

A faint silver light spread beneath the dust, then disappeared into it before the dust had settled.

Mo Ling's touch once again caused a flash of silver light.

He touched the table again, and a flash of silver light instantly appeared beneath the table's texture, spreading along the texture to other places like a ripple, fading further and further away, and finally disappearing into the dust.

The room, and everything in it, seemed to be changing because of his touch; the silver light was a sign of that change.

"What exactly does that mean?"

Mo Ling was puzzled when Martin finally spoke from behind her.

"Did you notice? You should be able to see it..."

"What did you find? You mean those lights?"

Mo Ling turned her head and asked in return.

"Light? Well, from a macroscopic perspective, it does emit light."

"What does this mean from a macro perspective?"

“That’s not light, that’s reflection, the reflection of metal,” Martin explained.

"Where did the metal come from? The table? The chandelier? Or..." Mo Ling was about to continue asking when a sudden thought struck her, and she paused.

He immediately looked at the table in front of him.

"These...are all metals? What metals?"

"Yuan Iron?"

The moment her thoughts clicked, knowledge from the research institute burst forth in Mo Ling's mind.

"These...were all simulated by Yuan Tie?"

(End of this chapter)