I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 898 Completely Forgotten
"Snow Mountain?" Lao Ping looked in the direction Martin raised his head, but saw nothing except the flashing neon lights...

"Where are the snowy mountains?"

When he turned his head again, he found that Martin had left his side.

At this time, Martin was already standing under the block.

He just raised his hand slightly and drew a dividing line under the block. The other side of the dividing line seemed to be the Meng Qilin Avenue that he had visited before.

The block seemed to sink into the water, gradually sinking into the dividing line. Martin also jumped forward and fell in with the block.

When Martin had completely reached the other side, he waved his hand back, and the dividing line quickly closed like a zipper...

It all happened so fast that when Lao Ping reacted, Martin and Cube were nowhere to be seen. No one knew where they had gone. There was only emptiness in front of him.

Suddenly, Lao Ping felt a sense of daze.

"Who was in front of me just now?"

He only remembered one square, and he couldn't remember the other one...

"What happened? I just left, how could I have forgotten?"

He patted his head: "Am I really old?"

Lao Ping tried desperately to think about the man's appearance, but the more he thought, the more vague it became. It was as if whatever he thought of would be erased by an "eraser". In the end, only a blank outline was left.

But when he tried to think about the outline carefully, even the outline disappeared. He even began to doubt whether there was really a person standing there just now.

Or, just one block?
"Did I forget someone?"

Lao Ping shook his head, feeling an inexplicable emptiness in his heart. He muttered "snow mountain" in his mouth, and his mind became white and he could not remember anything.

……

On the twisted colorful avenue, Martin looked at the block in front of him and gently placed his hand on Meng Qilin on top of the block.

The Meng Qilin seemed to have guessed something and trembled slightly.

"Are you going to send me back?"

"Yes." Martin nodded: "This is not your body after all. If you stay in the wrong carrier, your consciousness will only become weaker and weaker, and finally dissipate completely..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Martin comforted softly.

He stretched out his hand and tapped different parts of Meng Qilin's body a few times, and the soft colorful body collapsed and rolled to the ground like a rag doll, piling up with those motionless Meng Qilin.

In Martin's hand, a ball of twisted colored clay appeared. He threw it lightly to the side, and Hu Le appeared there.

Hu Le looked at his body and breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it would be painful to have his consciousness removed from his body, but it was over before he could react.

"Are you going to send me back to my original dream?"

"Yes."

"Will I be lost in the dream like everyone else?"

"That depends on you. You've been through so much, you should understand dreams better. You have to decide for yourself what to do next." Martin looked at him and said seriously.

"Your bodies were annihilated the moment you entered the dream. This was the inevitable result of the disappearance case twenty years ago. In the dream you were in, you opened your eyes, and you in other layers would also open your eyes. Everything you saw would become reality the moment you opened your eyes."

"Giant tentacles crushed your bodies into pulp, which was then sprinkled on the table and turned into food. These were all dreams you imagined, but they also became real things that happened in reality and became established facts."

"Without a body, your consciousness will become a rootless duckweed in a dream, you will never wake up, and will eventually be lost."

"After your team leader found out that your bodies had disappeared, he probably guessed his own fate, but he didn't tell you." "He chose to take the others and continue on to Dawn City, but he didn't know that the road through the Abyss was blocked. They couldn't move forward or backward, and in the end they could only get lost in an endless dream."

"..."

Listening to Martin's story, Hu Le stood there, at a loss as to what to do.

He had roughly guessed the result, but he still held on to hope. But now, Martin tore apart the only remaining fantasy in his heart.

"Can you find them? You are so strong, there should be a way, right?" Hu Le asked Martin in a pleading tone.

"I can find them, but there are too many of them... You should know that if 22 people are missing on each floor, then 44 people are missing on two floors, and 66 people are missing on three floors. The dream is infinite, so how many people will there be in the end? They are all lost in the dream, and their routes are completely disrupted. They run from the upper floor to the lower floor, and from the lower floor to the upper floor. How can I find them? Even if I can find them, there is a high possibility that I will get their floors wrong..."

"No need to say more, I understand..." Hu Le interrupted Martin: "I'm sorry, my request is too harsh."

Hu Le knew that Martin had done his best and came to help only to repay Mo Ling's favor. He didn't owe him anything, and he had no reason to ask Martin to continue helping him.

"Send me back." Hu Le looked at Martin and said softly.

"it is good."

Martin didn't try to persuade him to stay, but just stretched out his hand and touched his shoulder.

"Thank you."

Hu Le felt that his consciousness was separating from Mo Ling, those memories were drifting away from him, and many things about Martin began to become vague.

He looked at the strange canned man in front of him and suddenly seemed to have forgotten his name. They were just talking, but in the blink of an eye he lost all information about him.

The image of the other person in my mind was erased bit by bit, gradually turning into a blank, and in the end, I even forgot what the other person looked like.

But the other person is still in front of him, why can the person in front of him be forgotten?
Hu Le had no way of understanding and could only keep saying "thank you" as he watched the person in front of him gradually be submerged in the colorful light and finally turn into an outline that he would never be able to remember.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you... Why should I say thank you?"

"Who should I thank?" Hu Le felt a little confused.

The swaying colorful light shone on his face, and he frowned with a puzzled look.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Hu Le stood in an empty colorful dream and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

……

"he's gone."

Martin said to the cube in front of him with some disappointment:
"He should have forgotten me, completely... But he should remember everything I said, he just can't remember who said it to him."

"After working so hard for most of the day, I have become an unsung hero again. Sigh..."

Martin moved closer to the cube while muttering dejectedly:

"It's so sad. You're the only one in this world who remembers me."

(End of this chapter)