Qian Jing found that he had fallen into a misunderstanding, that is, he wanted to work hard to improve the realism of his paintings and make them more like the original. To this end, he studied three-dimensional painting, trying to fill in the missing part of the realism of plane painting, practicing sketching to improve the expressiveness of the image, and in the next step, he wanted to improve his mastery of color, light and shade by learning oil painting.

But the mind-shaping ink is not a "real" thing, it is clearly an "abstraction". Think about it, where is the stickman real? In the three-dimensional material space, the two-dimensional creature is absolutely unreal. Stickman is a "concept", a "concept" in Qian Lens's mind that gives it various attributes such as meaning, pattern, and shape. Since this concept can be turned into something that actually exists, why should Qian Jing pursue "authenticity".

"My superpowers should not only be used to create objects, but also to create concepts. On the one hand, it is the form, on the other hand, it is the meaning, and if the two are compared, the artistic conception should be more important. I can't draw gold bars but I can earn them, but something like a stickman, can I earn money?"

With this in mind, he went back and examined his own exercises. Although Liu Mingyi said that Qian Jing temporarily put aside his plan to complete the realistic three-dimensional painting, his practice will definitely not be in vain. Three-dimensional painting is still a pretty good technique, but its more important role is "concave" rather than "convex".

Liu Ming's unintentional sentence of "recessed" gave Qian Jing a lot of inspiration. Convex or concave are the effects that can be achieved by three-dimensional paintings, but most three-dimensional paintings choose to use "convex" for the sake of three-dimensional feeling. Qian Jing only needs to change his thinking and techniques to draw a concave effect on the paper. What if you add the ability of mind-shaping ink to this time?

Qian Jing immediately began to experiment, and the first step was to change the painting method, from convex to concave. He no longer chooses complex, realistic drawings to express the simplest concepts enough. A box, a circle, as long as it can be recessed, then meet the conditions of the test.

This made it much easier, and after ten minutes he found the trick, and in half an hour he could stably "output" the depression painting. So, he put down his pen and drew directly with the mind-shaping ink on his fingertips, and in less than half a minute, a circle, a concave figure appeared on the paper.

"It's going to take shape, it's going to take shape!" Qian Jing waited with wide eyes. The use of mind-shaping ink is not a 100% success rate, and some things that are graffiti in the money mirror and paintings that cannot express the realism will disappear because they cannot be formed. It usually only takes three or five seconds from the finish of painting to the molding, and it passes in a few blinks - this time Qian Jing did not blink.

The concave circles did not disappear, and the black ink fell steadily on the paper. Qian Jing tried hard to suppress it so that he didn't let himself cheer, and this success showed that his two conjectures had been verified! First of all, three-dimensional painting can indeed change the law of mind-shaping ink creation, and the sunken three-dimensional painting did not pop out of the paper like stickman, gold bar, and charm grass leaves, but still stopped on the paper—Qian Jing successfully controlled the "dimension" of ink creation for the first time. Second, when the mind-shaping ink is used, the expression of "concept" is far more promising and irreplaceable than the expression of "reality".

Qian Jing took a deep breath and pressed his finger towards the three-dimensional concave circle. Where it should have touched the paper, the fingers could still move forward until the entire index finger was put in, and it was barely touchable. He looked under the paper, and his fingers didn't penetrate it.

As he had guessed, the Mind Shaping Ink could manipulate dimensions, just as it created a two-dimensional creature, a stickman! The three-dimensional circle drawn by Qian Jing on the paper concave inward created a dimensional direction on the plane. "I should have thought of it! The stickman was able to see the space compartment in the package and take things out of it, which was already a big hint. I should be more divergent in my thinking and more imaginative. Since there is magic and superpowers in this world, then the "reality" and "rules" that I used to think of are not golden rules! I should surpass them!"

"Why are you so excited?" Liu Ming said curiously. Qian Jing only succeeded this time, and he had to continue to expand this skill, and he didn't want to directly expose the Mind Shaping Ink, so he just giggled vigorously. Liu Ming shook his head and said, "Help me open the door, I'm going out now." ”

Hearing this, Qian Jing immediately stopped laughing. "Now, has the guard been relaxed outside?"

"Hmm. The interval between MONOCULUS observations is lengthening, and it seems to have relaxed somewhat. If the interval between their patrols remains the same, I'll have about ten minutes to be active. Qian Jing, can you trust my judgment?"

"Of course!" Qian Jing closed his eyes and communicated with the stickman, and then the door of the cell opened. Liu Ming turned over and got up, how could there be any limping and inflexible appearance? He said: "Don't close the door, I'll be back right away!"

"Three ears" Liu Ming glanced left and right, and immediately rushed out of the prison door. As soon as he came to the corridor, he immediately felt a lot more relaxed, especially the telepathic communication signals, which simply jumped from one block to four blocks! He bent his waist and pressed against the wall on one side of the wall quickly, pausing for a second every time he reached the door of the cell to listen to the sounds inside.

Reaching the fourth cell door from them, he stopped completely. This is the voice he heard from Earth before, and it is likely to be the last group of explorers from the relevant departments who came here. Before doing anything else, he had to make sure that this was not his own person. The winning team has never abandoned a comrade-in-arms, let alone given up. If you can get out, you have to get these people out together.

Liu Ming leaned on the door and listened carefully, and there were two people inside who were talking, in Mandarin with an accent. The Universal Language Translator produced by the Ring Alliance only has standard pronunciation, and there are no dialects and local accents, so accents have also become a standard for identifying identity. He was almost sure of the origin of the people inside, so he opened the observation window and looked in.

Inside were three Earth males, one sleeping, and the other two were sitting in the corner chatting. They seemed to sense someone peeping through the window, and they immediately kept silent. One of them raised his hand to scratch the top of his bare head, but his fingers were pressed together, leaving only his middle finger to scratch, just in the direction of the observation window.

It is precisely this kind of spirit! Liu Ming did not dare to rashly open his mouth to reveal his identity, but fortunately, the relevant departments have their own set of communication secret words, which can be used now. He tapped on the observation window, and the changing rhythm immediately caught the attention of those inside.

As he tapped, the bald middle finger inside also began to move, constantly tapping on the skull in response. Neither of them said anything substantive, but kept changing their passwords, verifying each other's identities.

"What are you doing, can't you just speak?" Qian Jing looked out from the prison door, shook his head and shrank back. Taking advantage of the rare opportunity to open the door, he released the eight stickmen, which formed a dozen with the four outside. The first four remained in the cell's hallway, and the other eight began to explore outward. Regardless, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Qian Jing has been psychologically prepared, those who secretly smuggle things and take hostages to blackmail at every turn cannot expect such people to fully respect and fulfill their agreements.

If Qian Jing wants to guard against them, he must take the initiative to a certain extent. As long as you remain in prison, there is no advantage, especially after losing the protective circle from the White Flag grocery store. Feng Lingzhu is outside, Captain Chang Sheng is outside, and Raisa is outside, and he will definitely find a way to rescue him. But wouldn't it be better if you could escape on your own?

If you want to escape from prison, the most important thing is to figure out the layout of the prison and find out the loopholes here. Even if there are no loopholes, then loopholes must be created! Qian Jing pondered, this "prison" that can enter the half-plane should not be specially used as a prison, it must be designed for a more important purpose. The organization that wants to do things will not have a magician who can be trusted by the core ring and sent to inspect all import and export goods to be a jailer here - this is purely a great waste of material and human resources.

It follows that prisons and cells should be only part of the facility, with other parts being used for other purposes. Therefore, as long as you can enter other parts, you can weaken the enemy's advantage and take back some of the initiative. Static architectural blueprints, dynamic personnel rules, and the combination of inside and outside are the ultimate theory of prison breaking.

But this is just a theory, or an unreliable theory learned from film and television dramas, and Qian Jing doesn't know if it's right. If it's right, of course, it's good, and if it's wrong, then you may lose your life. Therefore, the top priority is not to run out quickly, but to master the three-dimensional depression painting that can create a new dimension, so that there is also a killer feature.

Therefore, Qian Jing only glanced at the outside situation twice, then shrank back, continued to hold the paper and began to paint. He paints directly with mind-shaping ink, which is certainly more physically demanding than using a pen, but he can master new techniques more quickly. After a while, Liu Ming came back, and while closing the cell door, he asked, "Does your invisible friend have the password for the fourth door in that direction?"

Qian Jing shook his head: "Bad luck, no one has opened that door so far." Are you sure it's a fellow human from Earth?"

"That's right, they're the previous special squad, the remaining three of the six. Like my team, they're here for the Ultimate Magic Conference. The magicians ambushed them, and the people of the liaison station had already died, as had two of their team killed. The three members of the team are here, and the last person left, the original contestant, is currently unknown and is likely to be held somewhere else. ”

"So there are three of them here, and there might be one more person out there somewhere. Qian Jing looked at Liu Ming, "What should we do next?" Have you received special training for prison breaking, can you make a plan?"

"I don't have any training in this area, but Feng Lingzhu has thought about it. Before she was swapped out, she had preset several plans based on the conditions that she had companions here and that she had to escape from prison on her own without foreign help. ”

"Then what are you waiting for? Feng Lingzhu's plan is absolutely fine, you tell me, let's find a chance to do it!"

"No, you're not a member of the department's action team, you're not a fighter. Liu Ming shook his head: "I'm not looking down on you, you can exchange yourself for Feng Lingzhu to go out, you are already a great man." Still, you are a civilian, the one we swore to protect. It should be us who resist danger and make sacrifices, not you. I thought about it, in the current situation, doing nothing, it is actually safer for you to stay here. They're going to be back at Stronghold, and you'll have a protective ring under your feet. And, after all, you still have an agreement with those magicians that is also supervised by the will of the world. ”

"Except that one should not put too much faith in the other party's discipline and the strength of the agreement, other statements are also true. If you can get back to Stronghold, you can get out of here in a woven bag - it's the easiest way to escape from prison. Qian Jing thought for a while, and then said: "However, if things get bad and we need to act, I won't be intimidated, don't look down on people! I haven't been trained by the relevant departments, and I haven't made any sacrifice vows like you, but I also have some magical skills." Don't forget, I've managed to open this door for you. ”

"Yes, yes, that's true. Liu Ming thought for a while, and finally nodded. "It doesn't seem to do you any good to hide it from you—since that's the case, I'll tell you directly. Through observation and calculation, Feng Lingzhu thought that the place we were in was a magic castle complex, and we were on one of the independent magic towers - don't look at me like that, I don't know how she calculated it. ”

She said that in order to get out of here, she would have to take control of the entire complex, after all, the biggest difficulty lies in the half-plane itself. We must first go back to the ground floor, then find and go to the Control Tower, and then steer the entire complex back to fly. At that time, the archmages of the Core Ring Conference will solve the remaining problems, and we will be rescued. ”

Qian Jing scratched his head and agreed: "This sounds like a prototype of a plan." What exactly?"

"Feng Lingzhu is still doing experiments to figure out the layout here, such as whether the ground floor is above our heads or under our feet. However, she was swapped out by you, so there are no follow-up plans. Liu Ming spread his hands: "If you let me deal with a few guards, or suppress one or two magicians, it's no problem." Can I think of a way? I can only think of a way to keep you safe first. ”

"First find out if the ground floor is above your head or under your feet?" Qian Jing closed his eyes and imagined that he would draw a possible blueprint. The entire complex is a series of separate magic towers, all of which are on a common "ground". However, it is not possible to assume that the "ground" is underfoot, because the magic tower may also be built from top to bottom, like stalactites hanging from the top of a cave.

Qian Jing gave the order, and the eight stickmen immediately divided into two ways and began their infiltration work. After a while, the guards on patrol came again, and this was the best means of transportation. Two stickmen jumped on top of him, hiding in the shadows of his clothes, and the other stickmen slipped out while he was in and out of the gate.

The guards didn't find out that Liu Ming had ever gone out, and they didn't know that Qian Jing was thinking about how to use the paintbrush in his hand to snatch control of this place from them.