I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 902 Martin's Spoiler

Seeing the two Martins arguing heatedly, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay."

It seems that the cracks on the glass jar did not cause any harm to Martin.

Since you still have the energy to argue, it’s not a big problem…

After some arguments, the two Martins finally turned their attention back to the cube.

"It's time to send you back..."

"Your companion will probably be very anxious when she finds out you've disappeared. I remember she was quite anxious last time."

"After you go back, you should head to the next level."

"How about a spoiler?" Martin turned and looked at his brother.

The other "Martin" was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"The number of words should be shortened. The more you say, the greater the backlash will be."

"Isn't that a riddle? I just said it as a riddle and you scolded me? And you ended up doing the same thing yourself."

"Aren't I just you? Isn't it normal that we make the same choices?"

"That's right."

"..."

"Riddles should be short and concise, and easy to guess. They can't be like the ones you just said. They were full of nonsense and people didn't know what they meant, and couldn't remember them clearly."

"Why are you talking about me again? It's the same for you. We have the same brain. If I can't think of it, you can't think of it either."

"I don't think you and I have the same brain. Your brain is full of cracks."

"That's because I suffered the backlash! The same will happen to you if you come!"

Seeing that the two Martins were about to quarrel again, Mo Ling couldn't stand it anymore, so he controlled the cube to fly between the two and separate them.

But even if they were stopped by the cubes, they still wanted to quarrel.

"Then I won't spoil the plot. Come on! Let's see what your brain is like."

"I'll do it if I want to. Watch carefully. Don't be dissatisfied."

The "Martin" without a crack on his head patted the block, as if he was about to start "spoilering the plot", but after patting, he stood there in a daze for a long time, as if his brain had crashed.

"Go on, you're not going to be able to say it, are you?" Martin urged from the other side of the cube.

"Don't worry, I'm thinking."

"If you can't think of it, forget it. I'll do it!"

"Don't worry!"

The Martins on both sides of the cube started arguing again.

Finally, as if they had thought of something, the two Martins suddenly raised their hands.

"I figured it out!" they said in unison.

Then, as if they were competing for answers, they all spoke out the "riddle" they had come up with to the cube:
"Accept death!"

"Accept death!"

The two sounds completely overlapped, and were followed by two crisp shattering sounds.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

A deep crack appeared at the same position on the two Martin glass jars, and it seemed to go directly to the inner wall of the glass jar, which was very creepy.

But they didn't care at all and started arguing again.

"I said it first!"

"It was obviously me who started first. You were a little slow."

"..."

Seeing the two people arguing again, Mo Ling had no choice but to stand there and wait for them to finish arguing. How could they quarrel when they shared the same brain? Mo Ling couldn't figure it out.

What does the riddle mean? Accepting death?

Spoiler alert, but not completely spoiler alert...

What does this have to do with the next level?
The two brothers have been arguing for so long, and the clues they gave despite the backlash are still a riddle that cannot be solved...

Mo Ling sighed and controlled the cold block to move towards the cracked Martin. Only then did Martin realize that he had wasted too much time.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, and get down to business."

After hearing this, the "Martin" with fewer cracks wanted to continue arguing, but after seeing Fangkuai's look, he swallowed his words.

"Let me do it, you take it easy."

He gently stretched out his hand, drew a dividing line on the side, and then slowly moved his fingers across it. The scene on the other side of the dividing line kept changing as he moved, and finally stopped at the previous research institute.

"Well, just go through and you can go back."

"See you next time." The two Martins raised their hands at the same time, waved, and then put them down at the same time.

They stood on both sides of the cube, tilting their heads slightly, as if watching the cube leave.

Mo Ling did not leave immediately, but started searching in the cube. Soon, he found what he wanted.

Teleport, two packages of unknown objects fell from the air in front of the two Martins. They reacted quickly and grabbed the two packages of unknown objects in their hands.

"What is this?" they asked in unison, looking into their hands.

It turned out that they were two bags of pickled mustard tubers.

One pack per person.

The two Martins were stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what the cube meant.

Mo Ling's idea was also very simple. Since they couldn't drink Coke, then mustard tuber should be fine, right? It should be similar to kimchi...

Mo Ling looked at Martin expectantly, and they slowly opened the package of pickled mustard tuber.

The moment they tore open the package, a colorful tentacle suddenly emerged from the glass jar, went straight through the jar, rolled up the pickled mustard, then retracted, and the pickled mustard fell into the jar.

The two Martins obviously had not expected such a situation. They stood there for a while, then raised their heads at the same time, looked at the block, and said "thank you" in unison.

"Is it really edible?" Mo Ling was also a little surprised. He just tried it and didn't expect it to be really edible.

These mustard tubers also suit the taste of those colorful tentacles.

Just eat it...

"They must be hungry after staying in the abyss for so long."

Mo Ling directly took out the whole box of pickled mustard tubers.

"What a pity, there is only one box."

This was specially kept by Mo Ling because Li Luo only bought this one box when he "purchased goods".

"Leave them all to Martin. After all, he has quite a lot of brothers."

Mo Ling thought about it and gave away the whole box of pickled mustard tubers.

"time to go……"

I have been away for so long, and Li Luo should have finished reading the notebook long ago. If I don't go back, she will probably worry again.

Without even looking at Martin's reaction, Mo Ling flew directly towards the dividing line.

With a flash of his vision, he returned to the research institute.

After ripples and colorful shakes for a few times, the surrounding scene stabilized.

Behind him, there seemed to be the sound of tentacles wriggling, as if countless tentacles were flailing, the sticky tentacles seemed to be snatching something, and Martin could be vaguely heard screaming...

What happened? Mo Ling had just crossed the dividing line when he heard those strange noises. He quickly looked back but saw nothing.

The dividing lines have disappeared, leaving only the flashing neon.

The surroundings were quiet, without the sound of tentacles or Martin's noise, as if everything I just heard was just an auditory hallucination...

(End of this chapter)