I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1081 A New Perspective
With sunglasses, you don’t have to worry about sand and wind blinding your eyes.

Mo Ling picked up the sunglasses and put them on without hesitation.

However, after putting on the sunglasses, Mo Ling found that the world before his eyes had changed...

His field of vision seemed to become 360 ​​degrees, and the air that was obscured by the wind and sand suddenly became "clear". He seemed to be able to see beyond the dust and everything behind the dust. When he focused on those things, he could even magnify them, as if he was controlling a VR field of vision, and could see clearly where he wanted to see.

The view in front of his eyes did not "turn dark" like wearing normal sunglasses. Instead, it completely changed his vision. Mo Ling looked at himself dizzily and found that the vision could penetrate his body and see his flesh and blood. If it continued to zoom in, he could also see the lines of muscles and bones, and see what he had eaten last night...

When he wanted to zoom in further, he suddenly started to feel dizzy.

"No, what am I doing?"

It seemed as if he had been immersed in this strange vision since he put on the sunglasses, and he didn't feel anything "wrong" at all, as if his natural vision was like this and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

After realizing something was wrong, Mo Ling quickly tried to take off the sunglasses.

But when he put his hands to his face, he caught nothing.

Mo Ling's fingers trembled a few times, then he touched his face again, and then put them down stiffly.

"Where are the sunglasses?"

He looked at himself with that strange all-round vision, and could only see a confused face, and on this confused face, there were no sunglasses at all...

There is none in the car either.

There is nothing on the ground either.

There’s nothing in the bag either.

Mo Ling scanned everything around him with his strange vision, but couldn't find the "sunglasses" anywhere, as if the sunglasses had never existed.

A chill rushed up from the soles of Mo Ling's feet to the top of his head. Standing in this "clear" wind and sand, he felt as if he did not belong to this world.

"It's so fake... Am I still dreaming? Am I still being haunted by those ghost things?"

He raised his arm and bit it hard, it hurt.

The pain was real, but from his perspective, he watched himself raise his hand and then bite it in the third person, which gave him an indescribable sense of "discomfort".

His body was there, but his vision had "escaped".

The vision is freer than the body, and the conflict between the two made Mo Ling stunned for a moment.

He was very "adapted" to this field of vision, as if it was an innate ability of his. He did not feel any imbalance due to the offset of his body and field of vision. On the contrary, because he could see the whole picture of his body, he could position his movements more accurately.

But why is he so "adaptable"?

He had been seeing the world with his own eyes for so many years, and after just a few moments of gaining this new perspective, he had mastered it completely?
Mo Ling felt indescribably strange. The scene of the earth collapsing had already had a huge impact on his cognition, and now something even stranger had happened. The reality he was familiar with seemed to be moving towards "absurdity." "The earth is falling, the clouds are spinning, the river is flowing backwards, and my perspective is changing to third person..."

Mo Ling was just standing there in a daze when suddenly a refugee rushed into his field of vision and patted him on the shoulder.

Mo Ling "saw" himself subconsciously turning his head and "looking" at the refugee, but he had actually "seen" it a long time ago and was just making the "looking" gesture out of habit.

He "saw" the refugee anxiously shouting at him to get out of the way and not block the road. The refugee's voice was drowned out by the huge noise, but Mo Ling could still "see" his intention from his lip shape.

The vision was so precise that even the bulging veins on the refugee's face could be seen clearly. The man's lungs were pumping, his breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly. He was obviously angry.

"Looks like I have to get out of the way quickly." Mo Ling thought as he climbed back onto the hood of the car.

The refugee's twitching muscles relaxed, and his lungs stopped pumping so fast, but his heart was still pounding. It seemed that this disaster had also put a lot of pressure on him. Even the oral ulcers in his mouth began to bleed, and the blood seeped into his gums. He kept licking them with his tongue, which made his mouth dry and his lips peeled...

"and many more."

Mo Ling squatted on the hood of the car and reached out to stop the man.

The man was about to get angry when a bottle of water was handed to him.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the bottle of water was already stuffed into his hands.

Mo Ling closed his backpack and jumped away without looking back.

The refugee was holding the water, still in a daze. Looking at the water in his hand, he licked his lips, quickly opened the lid and drank...

Mo Ling jumped nimbly on the roof of the car, not figuring out why he had behaved like that just now.

There were only a few bottles of water in his bag, and now he gave away one.

From that extremely subtle perspective, he keenly sensed that the other person was "thirsty" and that his boiling blood urgently needed some water to cool down. This was empathy in another sense, as every detail of that person's body exposed his thoughts.

"Isn't this perspective a bit too detailed..."

Mo Ling didn't seem to have to worry about slipping. He could see the friction between the soles of his shoes and the car body. He could see the sand and dust splashing onto the patterns on the soles, filling the gaps that were originally used to increase friction. He could see some tiny pieces of sand and gravel stuck between the soles and the car body, turning the original sliding friction into rolling friction, causing the shoes to roll forward uncontrollably.

He could also see that he only needed to slightly change his stepping angle and the place where he stepped to avoid those slippery places. That strange vision accurately "marked" the most suitable footholds, just like drawing "footprints" on the roof of the car. As long as he followed these footprints, he would never slip.

Not only that, he can see every movement he makes when he jumps. He sees his muscles contracting and releasing, his bones turning, and his arms swaying back and forth due to inertia. It is like he is staring at a puppet whose center of gravity is changing with his movements. He can control the puppet precisely and keep it stable at all times.

This "third-person omniscient perspective" fills his brain with countless dynamic information. Within the range of his gaze, all changes cannot escape his tracking.

He can even understand the feedback of movements by observing the details of the body, just like a blind person will never be as precise as a normal person when grabbing things. He now has one more "information perception dimension" than normal people, and his control over reality has also reached a higher level.

Mo Ling's movements became lighter and lighter, like a leaping cheetah, leaping between the vehicles that looked like floating islands.

(End of this chapter)