Chapter 134 Don't Be Afraid, It's Just the Space Acting Up
"Xiao Ci, what's going on?"
Shen Que stumbled over and shielded Meng Ci with his arms.
Meng Ci showed no reaction, sitting calmly on the stool, even taking the time to pet the trembling eggplant.
"Don't worry, it's just the space acting up."
In the past, when Meng Ci entered the space alone to farm, he would sometimes curse the space for making him sore from digging and planting, saying it wasn't powerful enough.
The space, upon hearing this, started to misbehave.
Most of the time, it would shake randomly, and occasionally kick up some dust.
At first, Meng Ci was scared, but later he realized that the space was all bark and no bite, so he became much calmer.
Sure enough, the shaking stopped after a while.
Shen Que released his protective hold on Meng Ci and stood up, feeling quite speechless at the explanation.
"Your space really has a personality."
Meng Ci snorted, "Personality my ass."
"If the watermelon I stored falls and breaks, I'll make it pay."
Meng Ci had brought a watermelon today, planning to dig the land.
During the space's shaking, Meng Ci specifically held the watermelon to prevent it from falling.
He thought about the watermelons he had picked before, each carefully placed on iron racks. If they were to fall and break due to the space's shaking, he would have to teach the space a lesson.
Shen Que was curious how Meng Ci planned to damage the space.
Meng Ci said, "On the third floor, there's a wall that sometimes displays words, guiding me on how to handle things in the space."
"Before, when we needed to stay in the space for six days, we would definitely produce a lot of wastewater."
"So I asked the space how to dispose of the wastewater."
Meng Ci thought it couldn't be possible that he would have to dig a sewage pond behind the house himself.
Although the ground in the space looked like soil, it was very hard and difficult to dig.
So Meng Ci went upstairs and asked the wall.
The wall coldly left the message "explore yourself" and gave no further response.
Meng Ci was so anxious that he scratched his head and ears.
For the bathwater, Meng Ci had drilled a hole in the bathtub and connected a pipe to a bucket outside, which he would empty into a corner whenever it was full.
It couldn't be that he had to do the same for toilet waste, could it?
After exploring the space for a long time without any clues, an angry Meng Ci took a knife to the third floor and began threatening the wall.
"Since you need me to explore everything, it means you're not very useful."
"If that's the case, destroying you wouldn't be a pity."
As he spoke, Meng Ci began scraping the wall with the knife.
The white plaster on the wall started to fall off, revealing the black-gray surface underneath.
Seeing that Meng Ci was serious, the wall quickly surrendered.
The space had the ability to automatically process and discharge wastewater.
Seeing these words, Meng Ci stopped scraping the wall and went downstairs.
He had already placed a toilet in the bathroom on the first floor, but he didn't know how to handle the wastewater, so he hadn't installed it.
Thinking of the message on the wall, Meng Ci lightly pressed the flush button on the toilet tank.
He heard the sound of rushing water, and soon the water flowed out from the bottom of the toilet.
The toilet, which Meng Ci hadn't connected to any water source, seemed to have automatically connected to the water supply, just like the kitchen.
Meng Ci walked around the house but couldn't see where the discharged water went.
He guessed that the wastewater was directly converted by the space.
At that moment, Meng Ci felt that the space finally had a function he was satisfied with.
But then he thought about how the space had watched him carry the bathwater in and out for months without giving any hints, and he felt he had been tricked by the space.
An angry Meng Ci took the knife back upstairs and started scraping the wall again, determined to make the space feel the pain of disfigurement.
The space, of course, wouldn't let itself be destroyed so easily, and began to shake violently, even kicking up dust, choking Meng Ci.
Unable to tolerate the dust in his nose, Meng Ci tried to leave the space.
However, he found that he couldn't leave and had to stay inside as punishment.
After enduring enough punishment, Meng Ci was finally kicked out of the space.
Shen Que ate the watermelon Meng Ci had cut and listened to his complaints about the space, finding it quite amusing.
Whether in his past life or this one, Shen Que had never encountered such a human-like space before.
Of course, when Shen Que referred to "human-like," he meant that the space behaved like a person, capable of getting angry and expressing emotions.
Meng Ci couldn't stand hearing this, as every word seemed to criticize the space.
"Where is it human-like? A human wouldn't watch us sweat and toil away digging here."
"I think it's utterly inhumane..."
Upon hearing this, the space shook in displeasure, and suddenly, Meng Ci and Shen Que found themselves plunged into darkness.
"Shen Que, what's going on?"
"Ouch, it's so cold!"
Soon, Meng Ci felt the chill closing in from all sides.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Within a minute, Meng Ci felt his body turning numb from the cold.
"We, we seem to be in 1706."
Shen Que also felt the bone-chilling cold, his lips nearly frozen, and his speech stammering.
Suddenly, both of them felt another plunge into darkness.
When they sensed light again, Meng Ci and Shen Que found themselves back inside the space.
Now, there was no doubt in their minds.
Earlier, the space must have been playing tricks on them, ejecting them from its confines.
Meng Ci, unable to tolerate this, placed his hands on his hips and pointed at the space, ready to unleash a tirade.
"Are you—"
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
Shen Que, what are you doing?
Before Meng Ci could utter more than a few words, Shen Que quickly covered his mouth.
"Xiao Ci, calm down, calm down."
"It's so cold outside. If we get ejected again, we'll freeze to death out there."
The temperature inside the space was always comfortable, or rather, it automatically adjusted according to body temperature.
Even if one person wore a short-sleeved shirt and another a thick coat, neither would feel too cold or too hot.
Thus, Meng Ci and Shen Que had entered the space wearing simple hoodies for convenience while working.
When they were ejected earlier, they were both dressed lightly.
Although it only lasted a minute, the minus seventy-degree temperature was no joke, and they felt as if they had fallen into an ice pit.
Hearing Shen Que's reasoning, Meng Ci sat dejectedly on a chair, feeling even more frustrated.
But then he thought, what if this space could eject him again?
What if he did something wrong in the future and got ejected, or worse, couldn't enter the space anymore!
Sitting on the chair, Meng Ci began to ponder.
After this incident, he decided he shouldn't rely too heavily on the space.