I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 854 Closure
Why are the colors so brilliant?
When Li Luo came into contact with the thick gas wafting from the robot, he felt as if his consciousness was instantly immersed in a calm pond.

She seemed to have turned into a bubble floating in a pond, swaying along the ripples...

The fear of being caught by the Terrorist troops disappeared.

The shock of big data has also disappeared.

The doubts, fear, uneasiness, and anxiety in my heart... were all completely dispelled.

Colorful lights flickered in Li Luo's eyes, and thousands of thoughts were gathered into a thin string.

As the heartstrings were plucked, the gathered consciousness also drifted along the colorful waves to the distance, and was then slowly drawn into the depths by the whirlpool that appeared on the pond.

Spinning and contracting, the bubbles turned around and around in the vortex, and the heartstrings were entangled in circles, falling towards the unknown center point.

Under the neon lights, silence fell again...

……

After noticing the noise coming from outside the house, Mo Ling withdrew his gaze and focused outside again.

"What is this?"

Mo Ling immediately noticed the robots covered with colorful gas. Not only that, one of the machines came to Li Luo's side and grabbed Li Luo's wrist.

At this moment, Li Luo's condition seemed to be a little abnormal. There was a strange light flashing in her eyes, her face was dull, and her attention seemed to have been completely distracted.

The old man not far away was in the same state. The robot stood beside them, motionless, only the colorful gas on its body was constantly escaping and spreading everywhere.

"Is this, dream energy?"

Mo Ling looked at the twisted colored gases and found that they all came out from the cracks in the robot's armor. He immediately realized that this might be the omnipotent dream energy.

But why didn't they move?

Not only Li Luo and the old man, but the robots also stopped moving, allowing the dream energy to dissipate. The gas that came out of the cracks became more and more, gradually occupying the surrounding space.

Unknowingly, these gases have formed a thick fog, which reflects countless strange halos under the illumination of neon lights.

The gases seemed to be swallowing up everything around them. The blurred light patterns were shrinking inward from the outer edge, sucking some invisible existence into it. The edges of the colorful fog also turned into long, twisted strips like tentacles, swaying outward.

Because it was too close, the cube was swallowed up in the colorful mist. Mo Ling was stunned for a moment and wanted to control the cube to leave, but he found that no matter how he flew, it seemed to be "standing still".

The space covered by thick fog seemed to have turned into a treadmill-like state. Any movement would be eliminated by the external convergence. The colorful fog was "replacing" the surrounding space at a slow speed.

Under the brilliant halo, Mo Ling suddenly thought of something and looked fiercely towards the building where the disappearance occurred.

Some of the gas has begun to penetrate into the conference room through the gaps.

Mo Ling suddenly had a bold guess: "The purpose of these gases is the banquet where the disappearance occurred?"

In order to confirm this idea, he quickly expanded his field of vision and scanned the entire range of the colorful fog.

Sure enough, the colorful mist was now waving its "tentacles" and slowly moving towards the conference room, like a slowly crawling octopus, intending to swallow the entire building.

"What exactly is this?"

Is it really a dream?

Mo Ling in the cube took a breath of cold air. Because Li Luo and the old man were still in the gas, he didn't dare to act rashly. In case the gas underwent any strange changes again, the safety of the two could not be guaranteed.

Not only that, while examining these gases, Mo Ling felt that his consciousness was beginning to become blurred.

"Why do I feel dizzy?"

In his field of vision, the gases seemed to be rotating and the colorful light patterns seemed to be moving and stretching, but upon closer inspection, they were not moving at all.

The space seemed to be converging, and everything in the colorful mist seemed to be slowly moving towards the center, but when I carefully felt my position, it seemed that it had not changed at all. "Moving again, and staying in the same place?"

Closure does not seem to be a fact but a feeling.

As Mo Ling immersed his vision in the colorful mist for longer and longer, this feeling became more and more obvious, even making him feel a little dizzy.

But when perception conflicts with reality, it is easy to feel dizzy.

The brain is constantly "reporting errors" and repeatedly seeking to verify the truth.

"No, I can't hold it anymore."

Mo Ling hurriedly tried to retract his vision back to the block to relax for a while, but before he could act, his consciousness was pulled away by the infinitely contracting colorful mist.

His vision kept moving backwards, trying to return to the square, but the constant retreat was met with endless "forward".

I clearly wanted to go back to the cube, but I could only watch the cube getting farther and farther away.

Direction has no meaning at this moment. No matter how you move, you are getting closer to the center of the colorful mist.

"It's over."

Mo Ling's thoughts became more and more "calm", and finally, like Li Luo, he completely turned into a string without any fluctuations.

There was no point in panicking. At this moment, there was no definition of "panic" in Mo Ling's mind. Only an empty bubble remained.

The bubbles continued to fall down along the vortex, and the heartstrings were stirred in the colorful thick paste, becoming more and more chaotic, and more and more pure, until all the chaotic colors turned into a small dot with countless overlapping halos...

……

My head hurts.

In a building next to the Mengdu Research Institute, A Qing rubbed his eyes and struggled to sit up from the bed. He picked up a glass of water beside the bed and gulped it down.

"Why does it still hurt so much?"

He quickly turned on the electronic screen and checked the time.

It turned out that he had slept for a full twelve hours. No wonder he felt so uncomfortable after waking up.

Because he was too tired from work yesterday, he fell asleep as soon as he got home. He didn't expect to sleep for so long...

"Fortunately, I'm not on duty today."

He yawned and planned to get up to get some medicine.

Feeling unwell may be a precursor to a cold, and prevention must be taken in advance. The work at the research institute has been very intense recently, and he cannot fall down at this time.

As he got out of bed, he recalled his "amazing sleep".

"It seems like a dream..."

It seemed like a lot of things happened in that dream, with so many twists and turns, that made his mind so uncomfortable.

However, he could not remember the content of his dream. He only remembered the colorful lights, which were as messy as the neon lights in his dream city.

Just thinking about it simply like this made his head start to hurt again. He had no choice but to empty his mind and stop worrying about these meaningless things.

He drank a glass of ice water with the medicine. The cool feeling made Aqing feel much more comfortable, and he finally cheered up.

Just then, the electronic screen on the bed lit up, and someone sent a message...

(End of this chapter)