I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 978 There are so many people
Mo Ling finally saw the outlines clearly.

Although they were still shaking, they could still be seen vaguely through the afterimages.

Those things were easy to distinguish, and it was hard for Mo Ling to make a mistake, because those...

"Is it a human?"

Mo Ling almost thought that he had imagined the similar outline as a person.

But after looking carefully for a while, he finally confirmed that those things were "people".

To be precise, they are various kinds of imperfect "people".

"People" were floating in this boundless white universe in all directions, some with only the upper body left, staring into the distance with empty eyes, no one knew what they were looking at.

Some of them have incomplete limbs and are rotating at a slow speed around their navel, like a white flying saucer.

Some of them are left with only their heads, gliding in the white universe and turning into meteors. The long hair behind them is like the tail of a meteor, tearing through the white void, elegant and lonely.

Some are missing their torsos, with their heads and limbs bound together by some invisible force, like tightly connected molecules. Their heads have no expression on their faces, but their limbs are stretched and shaking, like the giant human-shaped balloons at the door of a supermarket when it opens, willfully revealing their "empty" bodies.

Some of them were holding hands, legs hooked together, but their bodies were split in the middle, leaving only half of them, twisted in an extremely strange posture. From the cross-section, one could see the clearly layered structure inside, as if it was a specially designed anatomical model, and the cross-section of each organ could be seen clearly.

Some are without flesh and blood, and the bones are quietly hanging upside down in the white universe. The color of the bones is a little yellower than the universe. Human bones do not look so clean, and there are some dirty stains on them. Those are the "traces of life" left over over the years and are also the proof of growth.

Some are just empty skins, completely hollow inside, dry and shriveled, as if the inside was eaten by insects, but the eyeballs are still hanging on the skins, bulging and extremely protruding, looking around, revealing a greedy look, as if they themselves are empty and want to swallow everything around them into their stomachs.

Some were left with only blood vessels, with all the blood vessels in the body completely peeled out, like a person made up of red tree roots, appearing extremely conspicuous in the white universe. The trembling afterimages emitted red light, and it was unclear whether they were reflected or existed inherently. The red blood veins did not look real, like a red phantom of a person who once existed, or a red nebula in the white universe.

Some have lost their spines...

Some are shameless...

Some lack heart and lungs...

Some are blind...

……

Mo Ling took in the existence of all these "people".

He looked at these mutilated "people" without feeling a trace of fear.

One reason is that all this is too illusory and unreal.

The second reason is that these "people" seem to have lost their souls, leaving only a meaningless phantom.

Mo Ling didn’t know why he had this feeling. He didn’t think these things were “people”, but rather something in human form.

Plastic models, silicone dolls, puppets, models...

There is something unsettlingly human about them, yet they are not remotely human.

The surface of these mutilated human bodies is covered with a faint phantom, emitting a frost-like glow in this white endless universe, making them look neither completely solid nor purely illusory. They move slowly and irregularly, like celestial bodies that rotate or revolve, unpredictable and untraceable.

An indescribable silence permeated the surroundings. All sounds seemed to be swallowed up by the endless whiteness, with only the occasional strange echo of human bodies:

The sound of bodies colliding, bones snapping, body fluids flowing, stomach walls moving, hair rustling...

Mo Ling didn’t know where these sounds came from. Did they come from those mutilated human bodies?
It was as if they did not make these sounds. The sounds and the things he saw seemed to be completely independent, each of them was independent and had no connection at all. They only appeared out of thin air occasionally, just like those floating debris, without any rules to speak of.

Against this extremely monotonous white background, these mutilated human bodies look like works of art carefully arranged by invisible hands, yet they carry an unspeakable sadness. There is no change in color, only a pure, dazzling visual impact.

Mo Ling was a little dazed, looking at this white human universe. Those white human bodies were flying around in the void. The part of his mind responsible for rationality had completely crashed.

A head flew past Mo Ling, leaving a strange trembling afterimage. Its hair was hazy like tangled seaweed, spinning and fluttering. Mo Ling looked into the head's eyes. The pupils were pitch black, reflecting a metallic cube. As if because it was too bright, Mo Ling clearly saw the head's pupils shrink, and the clear pupil patterns slowly stretched and focused on him.

"He's looking at me?"

Mo Ling did not feel like he was being stared at at this moment, but instead felt a sense of emptiness.

"It's just a head, why are you looking at me?"

His eyes did not meet the head for long. Soon, the head flew away like a meteor. The kelp-like hair brushed against Mo Ling's body, giving him a cool feeling that was fleeting.

Mo Ling suddenly realized that the head just now...

"Is it alive?"

"Are these human bodies alive?"

"Aren't all the humans in this parallel world dead? How come there are still people alive here?"

"Where the hell is a backpack?"

Countless questions burst into Mo Ling's mind, but there was no one here who could answer his questions.

Wang Chuan and Li Luo had disappeared, and when all the noise points turned white, Mo Ling could no longer see them.

Standing in this white universe, he was the only one at this moment.

Just when Mo Ling didn't know what to do, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Are you there yet?"

The voice was exactly Wang Chuan's. After hearing this voice, Mo Ling's heart immediately calmed down.

"I'm here, where are you?"

"Somewhere else." Wang Chuan replied calmly.

"There are so many people here." Mo Ling said hesitantly as he looked at the floating human bodies around him.

"people?"

Wang Chuan's tone was obviously stunned.

"Yes, there are a lot of people, but they are all incomplete. They all seem to be alive. Just now, a head stared at me. It was a bit scary..."

Mo Ling suddenly felt his body getting a little cold. He had not yet recovered from the shock and had only felt curious when he saw the head. Now thinking back on it, he realized how scary it was.

There seems to be something even more terrifying in this place...

After hearing Mo Ling's story, Wang Chuan was silent. After a while, he slowly began to explain:
"Those are not human beings. That is an unnecessary cost."

(End of this chapter)