Although Liu Ming said that it was not necessary, Qian Jing still supported him with his shoulders, and the two of them helped each other to the corridor. The corpses strewn across the ground made Liu Ming also take a breath of cold air: "We are really lucky that we didn't get involved." Everyone wants to leave the prison, but if they can't form a joint force, they can easily hurt each other. Oh, I see that guy Ethan. You help me through. ”

Coming to Ethan's body, Liu Ming slowly leaned down, sat on the ground, and then began to rummage through Ethan's pockets. "Alas, it's a step late, someone has already checked it. Nothing that could be used. ”

"Are you looking for something?" Qian Jing blinked, and took out the leather scroll full of strange symbols: "Is this something? A strange-looking strong man threw it to me, I don't know what it means." ”

"Yes!" Liu Ming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took it from Qian Jing's hand, but after a glance, his eyes dimmed. "Alas...... I don't understand it, and I still can't use it. ”

Qian Jing naturally wanted to ask what this thing was, Liu Ming said: "Pass the password book, there are too many gates here, and it is very troublesome to forget the password." One time Ethan was about to interrogate me, and there was a door where he had forgotten the password and had taken this out to check it. My mistake, I should have thought that this thing wouldn't be plaintext, it must be encrypted in some way!"

Liu Ming returned the leather scroll to Qian Jing: "Although it's useless for the time being, don't throw it away, even if it's a souvenir." Qian Jing, can you open this door?"

This door refers to the prison door where the earth's compatriots are held, but for a long time, the jailer has not opened this door at all, and the stickman does not know the password. Qian Jing shook his head: "My companion has told you everything he knows, if I know the password, I will definitely open it, without hesitation." ”

"That's more of a problem. Liu Ming bit his lip and thought about it, and then said, "You stay here for a while and don't act rashly, I'll go to the front and have a look." If I can find a living jailer, even if it's half dead, I'll find a way to dig the code out of their heads. ”

"You're still going to force your mind reading...... Don't get me wrong, I'm completely fine with the Jailer. Is it just that your legs can do it? Wouldn't it be better for me to go with you? ”

"It's true from a walking point of view, but ......" Liu Ming thought for a moment and changed his way to a tact: "There are still people who are being detained here, and maybe other inmates will find a way to come back and release them - you have to find a way to convince them to release our people." And I won't be going for long, I'll be back soon. I remember the layout, and the two floors down the front were the guard room, and there were jailers there. ”

"Okay, as long as you don't think I'm a burden. Qian Jing waved his hand, telling Liu Ming, who looked embarrassed, to get out of here quickly, what he wanted to do. He opened the cipher disk of the cell door and looked at the thirty or so keys on it.

Stickmen are small enough to be seen from a subtle angle, so they can point out the six most commonly used keys by the difference in the thickness of the dust and the degree of wear and tear that accumulates on the keyboard. All the other cell doors have a nine-digit password, and there's no reason why it's not nine-digit, so theoretically the password can be exhaustive.

"How do you calculate it? How many combinations are there for the six-digit password? Damn, all the things I learned in class are returned to the teacher!" Qian Jing's knowledge about permutations and combinations was emptied after the exam, and now he can't help at all. "Forget it, I can't remember what I've tried and what is left, even if it's a poor move, it's messed up, so let's try something else!"

At this time, the way to get your hands on it is naturally to paint. During this time, Qian Jing didn't practice anything else, but he became proficient in three-dimensional depression painting. He could create a new dimension on paper with just a few simple strokes, but this was the first time he had done it to a cell door.

"How thick is this door?" Qian Jing glanced at the other doors that opened next to him, straightened his arm and cocked his thumb, aiming back and forth with one eye, and then also straightened his arm and pressed his thumb against the cell door next to him. He mentally calculates a proportion, then uses the technique of three-dimensional painting to calculate it further, and then begins to paint with mind-shaping ink.

The painting doesn't need to be big, it just needs to be able to get people in and out: a small door half a person high is enough. The twisted lines are arranged in a unique way that affects vision and brain perception in various ways. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and the soul is the power to change the world, and all this combined makes Qian Jing open another small door in the prison door.

When the picture is finished, the lines of the mind-shaping ink flicker on the cell door, then steady. Qian Jing stretched out his hand, carefully grasped the doorknob in the sunken painting, and after feeling the texture of the real thing in his palm, he twisted it slightly. I heard a click, and the lock opened, but instead of a small door, it opened the entire prison door.

"Hey, what's going on?" Qian Jing was stunned. Although the door opened, the people inside could come out, but it was not what I had imagined. He froze when he opened the door, forgetting to check the people inside, and his eyes stayed on the cell door. "Oh, I see, the door I drew was still a little thinner, and it didn't penetrate the real prison door. So, the door couldn't be opened, but the doorknob was still painted as part of the prison door. As soon as I turned the handle, the door opened...... Oh my God, I've wasted all my time trying to figure out how to open a door on a wall, and all I have to do is paint the doorknob?"

Of course, it's not that simple. If there is no three-dimensional concave drawing method, the doorknob drawn by Qian Jing will "jump on the paper", that is, it will become a real doorknob and jump out of the plane. If you think about it carefully, as long as you grasp the relationship between the thickness of the material and the distance of the 3D painting depression, you should still be able to create the effect of penetrating the wall. This doorknob is even more unexpected, just happy.

"Little brother, hello?" The two inmates from Earth are both older than Qian Jing, and because they have been locked up here for a long time, they are both bearded, but their eyes are still bright. Since they and Liu Ming knew that someone was coming to the rescue, the two of them began to make physical and mental preparations, and their current state has been adjusted to the best possible. "Three ears?"

"I'm not, the three ears are Liu Ming, my name is Qian Jing, I am not from the relevant departments, but I am also from the earth. As soon as Qian Jing's hand rubbed on the outside of the prison door, the mind-shaping ink used in the three-dimensional painting of the doorknob turned into a puff of black smoke and returned to his body, just like countless painting contacts. "Liu Ming went to the front to investigate, I tried to knock on the password to open the door, but I didn't expect it to be right...... How do you feel?"

"Fight at any time!" the two men said.

"That's great. Qian Jing said with a smile: "I know that you are all capable. Three ears can communicate with the mind, what can you do? By the way, is there a doctor? Liu Ming's leg has been broken, and he is still not in good shape. ”

"Our doctors died. The bald man said, "Little brother Qianjing, I am a pen and have a good memory." This is the Red Stick, the best melee fighter in our group. ”

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and the other is a blood-stained red stick, Qian Jing wants to know how the habit of nicknames in the relevant departments was born and passed down. He was in a trance for a moment, and then said: "Brother Red Stick, how about your combat effectiveness without a stick?" Before, there was a pot of porridge outside, and many people died, and Liu Ming was not safe outside alone. ”

"Let's go and support him!" said Red Stick at once. He strode out of the cell door, looked left and right, and went straight to Ethan's body, stomped on his back, grabbed his arm with both hands, and pulled it, which was considered a weapon.

Although Ethan's hand had once pumped Qian Jing's face, and now it was a causal cycle to smoke other people's faces, the scene in front of him was so exciting that Qian Jing only felt a twitch in his stomach. "Which direction did the three ears go?" The red stick was still holding a broken arm that was constantly swaying, which gave Qian Jing great stimulation. He couldn't speak, just pointed with his finger, and then leaned against the wall.

"Qian Jing, slow down, don't go to your heart. Our sacrificial team doctor was Red Stick's girlfriend, and he watched her sacrifice and his spirit was stimulated. He didn't mean to do this to scare you, don't worry. The bald pen pointed to his skull, then glanced at him.

Qian Jing nodded, trying to imagine the severed arm that was still shaking as an inferior nunchuck. It worked, and at least his nausea was reduced by half. The bald pen head and the red stick walked along the corridor in the direction of Liu Ming's investigation, and Qian Jing followed behind them, but he stopped before he could take two steps.

On the side of the arc corridor of the prison area, about half of the cells were still closed, and they were full of poor people who had been caught in. Qian Jing felt that these people should also have the same equal rights as him to enjoy the opportunity to escape from prison. So he just thought about it for two seconds and made a decision.

Ethan's leather scroll was taken out and laid out, and its reverse was bare and blank. Qian Jing's fingers moved quickly, and in a short time he drew a three-dimensional picture of the hollow doorknob. He then pressed the leather scroll against the closed cell door, and with his other hand grabbed the doorknob in the painting.

A clear touch came from his fingertips, and then he twisted it hard. All I could hear was a "rattling" sound, and the cell door opened. He pulled out his hand and rolled the canvas to use in a moment for the next door.

In the cell was a huge orange caterpillar, with its fleshy body hanging upside down from the ceiling on more than thirty small short legs, biting a withered yellow leaf in its mouth, and looking at the money mirror with twelve round dark eyes.

"Prison break!" Qian Jing beckoned to it, and then walked to the next door. After concocting the same method, open the door and "harvest" two birdmen with feathered wings on their backs. Many of the creatures in the cells are contestants or people associated with the Magic Contest from all over the multiverse, so "opening a box" doesn't necessarily lead to anything. Some of them rush out in a hurry, enjoying the precious freedom that has been lost and regained, while others observe, think, and plan in the corridors. Qian Jing opened the box all the way and opened every door, but he met a person who didn't want to leave the cell.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's not me. You see, they all ran away without me, right?"

It was a strongholder, with chapped lips, naked, shriveled body, and a somewhat abnormal mind. There were many scratches on the left and right walls of the cell, mostly with blood stains. Qian Jing saw that he was pitiful, so he brought a piece of legion bread.

"The door is open and you can go. Eat a piece of Legion bread first, this thing doesn't taste good, but anyone in the multiverse can eat it. ”

The stronghold grabbed the bread with both hands, shoved a large chunk into his mouth, and swallowed it down with all his might. He stared directly at the Qian Mirror with a pair of bright yellow pupils, and said vaguely, "Do you want to escape?"

"Of course. Qian Jing nodded: "What information do you have to share, so that everyone can escape." ”

"There is no way to escape from any of the roads in this tower, because there will always be various magical traps and powerful golem guards. Many traps are impossible to solve once opened, and golems attack without sleep. When the archmage returns, all attempts at escaping will be settled. ”

Qian Jing was about to continue asking him, but he felt that the stickman was pulling his earlobe. Tilting his head to look in the direction the stickman was pointing, a piece of torn leather caught his attention - there were also strange symbols on it, just like the one in Ethan's hand. Look at the pieces of clothes on the ground, if they are put together, aren't the styles and colors the same as the jailer's clothes?

"You're the guard here!" Qian Jing blurted out. The man's body shuddered at this, and then shoved the Legion bread into his mouth with greater speed.

"You know the structure, you know the facilities, you know where to go, where to go, and you can help people get out. Qian Jing said: "You are locked up here, and the treatment is worse than us prisoners, at least we can still eat." ”

"Impossible. The former jailer said: "The exit of the prison tower is shrouded by a recognition magic array, even if it is a starry sky dragon, if it does not have identity registration information, it will be attacked by the magic array. The best outcome is to be shocked, the whole body is stiff and unable to move, which can at least save a life. If it is hard topped with the magic array, maybe the entire place will be launched into the sky and thrown into the half-dimensional void, and it will never be recovered. ”

"Assuming you can't break through there, can you get around?" Qian Jing looked at the guard with a hesitant look, so he said: "Even if you don't want to escape from prison, I gave you something to eat, and you should tell me something useful." ”

"Okay. The man said, "If you have a way to break through the two-meter-thick super-solid protective wall here, and then jump down, you will be able to avoid that magic circle." Still, you're trapped here in an isolated half-plane, constantly being pursued by guards. Go out, you're dead, and here, you're still alive. ”

"One last question for you. Qian Jing said: "Have you heard that some of the detainees here are sometimes taken away and burned to death in the magic array." Is this true?"

The man shook his head slowly. So Qian Jing exited the room and closed the door again.