"Hey, hey, hey!" I Dong widened his eyes in disbelief, pointing at the tip of Motan's nose, "Don't tell me that you..."
"So, I worked hard to remember the feeling of walking in a straight line, walking one meter forward, turning left at an angle of five to ninety degrees, turning right at an angle of five to ninety degrees, making a 180-degree turn, and jumping one and a half meters forward from a standstill, and so on." Motan brushed off the trembling hand of I Dong, saying quietly, "Then I just repeat these actions when needed, just like how it was in your haunted house, even if I can't see anything or feel anything, I can at least mechanically repeat actions such as 'move forward one meter', 'turn left fifteen degrees', 'turn right fifty degrees'. So, even if I lose all my senses, it doesn't matter as long as I remember steps like 'turn left forty-five degrees after thirty meters ahead', isn't it simple?"