I’m Trapped in a Cube - Chapter 149

The strange person continued instructing Martin.

“After you awaken next, you’ll be discovered by the security team entering a dream. Go to the second window on your left side, first throw the flower pot on the table by the window toward the door, then jump out the window.”

“Keep running forward. You’ll find a button-shaped Relic. Pick off the dried blood scab from your finger now and give it to the button, press it, and it will take you to a safe place.”

“Then you can prepare the blood replacement according to the formula. Once you complete the blood replacement, they’ll never be able to find you again.”

After speaking, under Martin’s shocked gaze, the kimchi jar person instantly vanished, leaving only the chaotic research institute.

Martin’s finger pressed on the nearby materials, staining them with blood.

That kimchi jar person was himself!

He could no longer control his trembling body, continuously falling backward.

Fear drove Martin to open his eyes and return to reality.

He was still lying on the chair, and the kimchi jar behind his head was now empty.

But the surroundings were in chaos, with a pool of messy blood marks inexplicably appearing on the distant materials, as if someone had scribbled all over them.

“I was already in a dream. Who did this?”

Had someone come by?

Just as Martin was thinking, the research institute room door suddenly began ringing.

“What are you doing in there!” The security team was frantically pounding on the door. “Don’t think we don’t know.”

It was over—his dream entry had been discovered.

They would probably suspect he’d been distorted by the dream, and might even perform memory erasure on him. Martin understood their methods.

“They won’t believe what I say.”

During his time under surveillance, Martin had grown increasingly distrustful of official personnel. In many matters, they tended to use extreme methods, nipping any possible threats in the bud.

Martin instantly remembered the kimchi jar person’s parting instructions and rushed to the second window on the left side.

There was indeed a table by the window, but there were many flower pots on the table.

“Which one?”

The kimchi jar person hadn’t been specific.

The knocking grew louder. Martin randomly picked one according to his own judgment and threw it, then prepared to jump out the window.

With a crash, the door was instantly broken down.

This was the third floor—jumping down wouldn’t kill him but would certainly cripple him. Martin was still hesitating when the security guards who rushed in raised their guns at him.

A gunshot rang out. Martin felt the bullet graze past his calf.

The guard who fired slipped on the wet mud flowing from the shattered flower pot, his gun barrel deflected, missing Martin’s leg.

But Martin was also startled by the gunshot and jumped down.

While falling, a forklift transporting goods slowly approached. Martin landed directly on the soft cushioning foam at the top of the cargo, rolling down the side of the goods to the ground.

His entire body was covered in dust, but he wasn’t injured at all.

The forklift driver braked and stopped in place, staring blankly at Martin.

But Martin didn’t stop. After getting up, he continued running forward.

After rolling on the ground several times, he could no longer distinguish directions. Only the jar person’s words echoed in his mind: “Keep running forward.”

At every intersection, Martin kept running straight ahead, not choosing hidden alleys but continuing to sprint along the main road.

The security team behind him quickly caught up, but they were always blocked by various things.

Workers moving Relic storage materials, transport vehicles loaded with Relics, visiting government officials, stretchers carrying injured investigators…

They all cleverly blocked the security team’s pursuit route, seriously slowing their pace.

The security team was very familiar with this sealed military area, but couldn’t catch even a medical worker who wasn’t running very fast.

Their electronic screens kept displaying Martin’s location, but they couldn’t reach that position no matter what.

As if something was deliberately obstructing them.

Martin could no longer hear shouts behind him. He ran all the way to the end of this road—the Relic transfer warehouse, temporarily storing some less important Relics.

He rushed through the warehouse gate, continuing to run forward.

Rows of shelves displayed a dazzling array of items. Most of these Relics were sealed in specific boxes.

“Where are the warehouse guards?” Martin found it strange. Although these Relics were not very powerful, they were still Relics, and there were so many of them.

This place was usually heavily guarded, requiring multiple security checks every time he entered.

He didn’t know the warehouse guards had been urgently deployed by the security team to intercept him but were now trapped elsewhere.

Martin continued running forward until he stood before a row of empty shelves.

On this shelf was only a red button, lying quietly in the center, seemingly placed there for a long time.

This button looked like an emergency stop button you could see anywhere, with several wires connected behind it, perfectly ordinary.

But Martin knew that everything in this Relic warehouse wasn’t as simple as it appeared.

The blood on his finger had dried.

Martin picked off the thin scab and placed it in front of the button.

Sensing the scab, the button’s wires waved like tentacles, stabbing directly into the scab.

The scab slowly disappeared, and a red glow traveled along the wires to the button. The red button lit up as if powered.

Martin eagerly pressed it down, and immediately felt himself suddenly separate from the world, as if a thin membrane had covered his skin.

His body suddenly floated into the air, and then he saw everything around him begin to move at accelerated speed.

Walls flew toward him, passing through his body. The base’s wire fencing also passed through his body, followed by mountains, lakes, and rivers.

Martin drifted outside the world, watching external things constantly change. When he slowly decelerated again, the sky had turned dark.

He stopped in a small alley. The membrane slowly disappeared, and Martin landed on the ground again.

Walking out of the alley, Martin looked at the unfamiliar signs around him, struggling to recognize what language they were in.

“This is… Bangkok?”

…

Meanwhile, the security team stood before the red button, looking at each other.

They had seen Martin rush into this warehouse on their positioning system, thinking they could catch him like a turtle in a jar, but watched his position rapidly change, suddenly rushing out of the base toward the other side of Earth.

The positioning range wasn’t sufficient—Martin was now nowhere to be found.

The warehouse guards hurriedly ran over.

“Captain, we were just trapped by a convoy…”

The security team captain waved his hand, pointing at the button and asking, “What Relic is this? He must have used this to escape.”

The warehouse guard quickly took out his electronic screen, browsing through the cargo list, then found the corresponding item and handed it to the security team captain.

The captain looked at this Relic’s record in bewilderment.

“Earth Emergency Stop Button?”