Doomsday Wonderland

"Did you see the cake inside?"

Lin Sanjiu asked, tapping the car window glass with one hand and pressing the back of the painter's head with the other. He seemed a little confused by the instructions that were not for him to paint. "This card," she rummaged through the card library for a long time before finding the chocolate cake card that the artist had drawn in the family copy: "...is it exactly the same as it? Was it you who drew it?"

In fact, even if she didn't ask the artist, she was about seventy-eight percent sure; but this reality was too unrealistic, so she felt she had to ask the original author.

After turning his head between the car window and the card for two or three times, the artist finally nodded. The look on his face almost seemed like his outlook on life had collapsed - if he had one at all.

Lin Sanjiu patted his shoulder sympathetically. As a special item whose natural duty is to turn the target from a physical object into a picture, she suddenly discovered that her picture may have turned into a physical object. She was probably as confused and shocked as she was at this moment.

She flicked the cake card with her nails and stared at the cake in the car, finding that it didn't even move.

"Draw me another one," she took out a blank card and handed it to the artist: "Draw one this time...well, it's easy to find. Just draw a skyscraper."

The skyscraper card was completed within a few minutes, and Lin Sanjiu described its details one by one. However, even if she climbed up the telephone pole, she did not see a building that suddenly rose from the ground.

"It's weird," she rubbed her temples. She felt that the list of "strange" was too long and she didn't know where to start - every situation she encountered was completely unreasonable.

To say that this place is her card space, how did Fan He get herself into her own card space? This place is not her card space. Why does the chocolate cake that the artist drew on the card appear here?

It seemed that she had to ask Fanhe.

"The question is, how do I get out..." Lin Sanjiu returned to this problem, putting her hands into her messy hair, her head was buzzing. When she was alone, she talked to herself more and had more conversations with Teacher Yi, because she hated the silence the most, as if she was the only one left in the world.

This space is unbreakable from the inside because no object has time to become "broken". Although she can turn invisible energy into cards, she cannot turn conceptual "space" into cards. She was trapped in this cage that belonged to her, and could not even make a sound, let alone regain her freedom. Even after turning on Ji Shanqing's mimicry, Lin Sanjiu found that she was still helpless.

After all, he is not the real person. There is some hard knowledge. If you don't know, you don't know. Even if you change your way of thinking, you still don't know... She thought to herself. She thought about it in the gift bag state for a few minutes, and finally turned off the mimicry in order to save her consciousness.

"Am I really not able to go out on my own?"

She was stunned for a while, how reluctant she was to be, not to mention that Fanhe's goal was to catch Sibaan and take her back. It was hard to say whether he would make a big fuss out of her - if Sibaan was let go because of herself, With An being implicated, how could Lin Sanjiu feel better?

She jumped up, emptied out all the items in the card library, de-carded them all, and piled them into a small mountain in the open space of the parking lot. While a few useless humanoids were exchanging pleasantries, she turned over the hill like a groundhog, looking at each card carefully before taking it back. Curry, for fear of missing something that might be useful.

When the top of the hill was halfway down, the only thing she found that might be useful was an arsenal communicator that she had put away at some point.

...Sbaan should also have an arsenal communicator on him, right? Can it span different spaces?

The function of this communicator seems to be similar to that of a simplified version of a mobile phone. It would be troublesome if it really worked like a mobile phone. After all, she didn't know Sibaan's "mobile phone number." Lin Sanjiu turned on the communicator and watched as the green light flashed, and then a man's voice came from inside.

"Arsenal Communication Station, please report your identity number."

The communication system of this thing is still managed by the remaining arsenal branch?

Lin Sanjiu looked at it, a little dumbfounded - she never expected that the arsenal used communication technology that could ignore geographical distance, but it was also paired with old-fashioned telephone operators. What should she do now? She couldn't say, "Please help me contact Siba'an, the most wanted criminal in your arsenal who took away the entire Biluohuangquan branch," right?

"Hello?" the operator urged. "Are you a member of the Arsenal?"

"Uh, um, wait a minute," she hurriedly rushed back to the hill, clearly remembering that she had glimpsed it just now - "My memory is not very good, I can't always remember it, wait until I look for it..."

Yes.

Her eyes fell on a line of dark blue, and she hurriedly pulled it out from under a pile of messy things - it was the uniform jacket that Sibaan had copied for her to wear.

I wonder if the identity number is on the uniform? It's commonly seen on the uniforms of soldiers or policemen... Maybe the arsenal is no exception?

Lin Sanjiu held up the communicator with one hand and opened and closed his coat with the other hand to check, but couldn't find anything that looked like a serial number. The operator seemed impatient after waiting for a while and said abruptly: "Buttons on your cuffs." Below! Are you a new member?"

It seemed that he had heard all the sounds when he was rifling through the clothes. I don't know if it's because there is no need to guard against outsiders when picking up communications; anyway, Lin Sanjiu thanked the operator in his heart for his lack of vigilance and said: "5, 2."

She remembered that she couldn't pronounce Sba'an's number accurately, so she hurriedly changed the digit. The operator misunderstood and asked, "The number 5... you have been a member for so long and still can't remember it?"

Does the number mean how long it took to join? Lin Sanjiu immediately understood the implication of his words - So, how long has Siba'an, who only has four figures, joined the arsenal?

"The number verification passed. Where do you want to receive the communication?"

How the hell should I know.

Lin Sanjiu felt that the busy work just now was completely unnecessary; not to mention that she didn't know anyone, who could help her get out of this space once the call was connected? She stood there with a thorn in her back for a while. Under the urging of the operator, she decided to be honest and said, "I...I have a problem now, and I would like to ask which department in the organization can help."

"What's the problem?" the operator asked with interest.

"I was trapped in an independent space where time was stagnant by some unknown means..." Lin Sanjiu said hesitantly, "I can't get out, and I can't break it. The things I brought... well, and The weapons in our arsenal are of no use."

The operator didn't sound surprised at all. In fact, his next tone was so professional and natural that Lin Sanjiu vaguely felt that he might have heard a lot of requests for help with various contents. "I understand. You can try the Physical Properties Department. They may have information that can help you."

It was clear that the organization the other party belonged to was Sibaan's biggest enemy, but Lin Sanjiu was now full of gratitude to this operator. Most of the people who maintained the daily operation of the arsenal were probably ordinary evolvers like him... It was difficult for her to connect these ordinary members at the bottom with one of the arrogant twelve organizations.

When Sibaan took away the Biluohuangquan branch, I wonder if he spared these ordinary evolvers?

She listened to the person on the other end of the communicator change to a female voice and cut off her thoughts.

"Well, listening to your description, I think it is a relatively typical space attack item effect. There are many kinds of space items, and this kind is specially used for attacks." The female voice sounded very serious, "...using a part of the real world As a model, just like bubbles are generated on the water, a new 'bubble space' is quickly generated in the real world, and you are wrapped in the bubble space. I have seen many such space attack items. Attack methods are very expensive, one costs over 100,000 yuan..."

"Why am I wrapped in a separate space and can still use a communicator?" As for why the chocolate cake appeared here, Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a while and decided not to tell outsiders.

"There are connection points between the two spaces." The female voice replied, "The place where you are pushed from the real world into the bubble space is the connection point. Communication signals can be transmitted back from that connection point -"

When Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt hopeful, she continued smoothly: "But you can't."

"……Um?"

"That connection point has been closed by the owner of the item. If you can break yourself down into the most basic form of energy, I guess you can penetrate it, just like radiation and signals can pass through walls." The female voice He said in a matter-of-fact and inconsiderate tone: "But you are gone when you come out. You have become part of the energy of the universe. You might as well be a prisoner."

Lin Sanjiu rubbed her face vigorously.

"Then what should I do?"

After the other party replied, "Let's see what the person who imprisoned you is going to do next," she cut off the communication.

Lin Sanjiu was upset and irritated. She threw the communicator into the card library and sat down next to the small mountain of items. UU reading www.uukanshu． net She knew in her heart that she didn't have anything that could deal with those "space attack items" - this thing sounded very advanced at first sight - so she didn't bother to search anymore, and mechanically re-carded the items one by one.

Her movements stopped after half a minute.

The woman in the communication said that there are many kinds of space objects, right?

Lin Sanjiu couldn't return to Sibaan's world from the bubble space cast by Fan He; so could she go to some other space?

She actually had an item on hand that led to another dimension.

The only regret is that it is a little small...

Lin Sanjiu looked at the silver trash can that could only fit one of her hands and sighed.

Everything that fell into this silver trash can disappeared and must have been sent to another dimension; if the scholar from Sibaan was here, maybe he could make a copy of a large trash can for her to get into. , but what should she do now?

Sometimes people do stupid things out of unwillingness. For example, now, Lin Sanjiu knew that it was impossible for him to shrink suddenly, but he couldn't help but wrap his hand with the [Protective Force Field], clenched his fist tightly, and slowly reached into the trash can.

As expected, her fists and wrists were swallowed bit by bit by the silver trash can - her figure was slender and concise, and her arms could be accommodated, but it only reached up to her shoulders, so it was impossible to move forward no matter what. It didn't feel like anything. If she closed her eyes, she wouldn't even be able to tell that it was already another space.

She couldn't help but move her wrists, opening, closing, and opening her fists again. She had no idea what kind of environment her hands were in at the moment.

It was at this time that someone held Lin Sanjiu's hand.