I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 634 Madness
"We shouldn't exist!"

"The existence of the bee-transforming bee is a conspiracy!"

"Our existence is too special, as if it was deliberately arranged!"

Getting a group of crazy people on the verge of collapse together can comfort each other, but it is also easy for something to go wrong. They often come up with some extremely outrageous conclusions.

"Don't you think that the existence of the bee is like a tool? A tool to resist the balance of smell!"

“What is scent balance?”

"It's just that the odor molecules in a closed environment will spontaneously become disordered... Just imagine, there is a closed open space, there is a bloody odor molecule on the left, and there is a flowery odor molecule on the right. If we don't interfere with their movement and let them drift spontaneously in the open space, what kind of results will it produce in the end?"

"Four types: blood on the left and flowery on the right; flowery on the left and bloody on the right; both on the left; and both on the right..."

"What's the probability?"

"All the same, all one quarter."

"Okay, let me change the situation... If the left half of this open space is filled with the smell of blood, and the right half is filled with the fragrance of flowers, what will this open space become in the end?"

"The floral scent will completely mix with the smell of blood."

"Yes, do you know why?"

"It's also a matter of probability. The probability of the two sides not mixing at all is too low..."

"Right! This is the balance of smells! Smells will mix, this is the conclusion of everything, everything will go into chaos... Let me ask you one last question, if there is a bloody-smelling bee and a flower-smelling bee on this open space, what will this open space become in the end?"

"Separated, one side is bloody, the other side is floral, the bee will spontaneously make the smells orderly..."

"What's the probability?"

"hundred percent."

"Who is the tool to deal with the smell balance then?"

"Transformed into a bee."

"..."

After constant debate, this group of bee wasps on the verge of collapse came to the conclusion that they were just a tool to maintain order.

They think they are controlling the smell, but in fact something is allowing them to control the smell in order to maintain the "order" of the smell.

I think because I am desperate, but I become more desperate because of thinking.

After arguing for so long, am I just a tool?
These bee-like bees are becoming even more frantic, and more and more of them are on the verge of collapse...

At this moment, they saw Mo Ling, who was also talking crazily about the balance of smells. The smell molecules on their bodies kept escaping and escaping. Perhaps after a while, this group of scent bees would completely collapse.

"Monster! Are you here to clean us up?"

"Is it because we have touched the truth of the world? Tools that have awakened consciousness will be destroyed!"

They questioned Mo Ling desperately, wanting to get evidence for their crazy theories from him, but Mo Ling was unable to answer them.

At this moment, Mo Ling had no other emotions in his heart except pity.

The existence of these bee wasps is a tragedy. They always live in contradiction and self-doubt and face collapse all the time. They can only keep looking for some unfounded guesses to divert their increasingly collapsing will and survive in madness.

Mo Ling had no way of answering these questions, and could only wriggle out his "limbs" and gently place them on these poor compatriots.

The uncollapsed odor molecules were tightly attached to the restless smell of blood. Mo Ling could feel the confusion in their hearts. It seemed that the odor molecules in the bodies of these bees were not part of their bodies at all. They were more like a body with a completely mismatched soul, or armor that was stuck together.

Being suddenly touched by the "monster", this group of bees were frozen in place. All the odor molecules in their bodies solidified, and even those that were about to escape were frightened and dared not move.

The icy, uncollapsed scent molecules blocked everything and temporarily calmed down these crazy abandoned people.

A bold bee moved slightly and stroked Mo Ling's suspicious body. The stubborn uncollapsed molecules did not change at all and still maintained that uncertain state.

They were indeed crazy. Even though the monster in front of them was something they were extremely afraid of, this group of bee-transformers still dared to do whatever they wanted. "Were we like this before? Before we were eroded by the smell of blood..." A bee-transformer pinched Mo Ling's body and said to his companion.

"Yes, at that time, we hadn't become tools yet, right?"

“If we don’t become smells, will we not be controlled by smells? If we don’t solidify, will we never become tools?”

"But we can't do that. When we come into contact with the outside world, we will be changed by it. This is bound to happen..."

"Why? Why must we be changed by the outside world?"

"It's not up to us. When the smell surges up like a torrent, we can only become the same to avoid being washed away by the torrent. We have no choice. The world of smell is like this. The strong dominate everything, and the weak can only be swept away..."

The thick smell of blood was fluctuating. Although this group of bee bees were not as frightening as before, Mo Ling felt a deeper despair from them.

The surging sea of ​​blood rose and fell, and these scent bees struggled in the blood, trying to find the answers to the world, but what they found in the end was endless despair.

"Every bee has infinite possibilities from the moment it is born, but the world of smell does not allow infinite possibilities. There are fixed numbers between everything. The uncertain will become certain, and the uncollapsed will collapse."

"When the collapse occurs, the infinite possibilities become established facts, just like the essence of smell, which is nothing more than the escape of molecules, and there is always a definite source."

“When you smell the fragrance of flowers, you know there are flowers.”

"When you smell blood, you know there's war."

“When you smell life, you understand death.”

"When you smell the strong and the weak, you understand the difference."

"..."

The strong smell of blood immediately pierced Mo Ling's perception, and a hole instantly appeared in his imprisoned consciousness. His past memories poured into this uncertain body like a tide, and the already huge body expanded again.

"I am a bee? No!"

"I'm an ear fly? That's not right!"

"Finger worm?"

The memories of these weak creatures kept reappearing, but none of them could break Mo Ling's memory revival. Its perception continued to rise with its expanding body, leaving the ground, emerging from the surging blood mist, and rushing to the heights of Tianjin Mountain.

He was like a giant, standing on the top of a mountain, and the revival of his memory broke through the seal of perception.

In the distance, strange outlines appeared vaguely in the scarlet sea of ​​blood.

The mountains have always been there.

It's just a difference in perception...

Mo Ling's chaotic mind returned to normal the moment he stood on the top of the mountain. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the towering mountains.

Shrouding the mountain range was a thick layer of blood mist, and above the blood mist was a huge twisted vine hanging down from the clouds above Tianjin Mountain. The clouds were also red, and in the red clouds there were some unclear outlines wriggling, which seemed to be the body of the vine.

And from the hanging vines, many invisible roots extended out. They brushed across Tianjin Mountain and silently passed through the populations of various creatures.

These roots were hidden in the blood mist of Tianjin Mountain and did not seem to cause any harm to those creatures. They just brushed past them gently. After doing all this, the vines squirmed and retracted into the clouds.

The bloodbath in Tianjin Mountain is getting more intense, and the war is still going on...

Bees, ear flies, finger bugs...

They all perceive the world differently.

Smell, vibration, texture…

The world is what you perceive it to be, and the world appears in different forms to different creatures.

Beyond perception, there is confusion.

(End of this chapter)