The stickman has many uses: 1, to play, 2, to help Qian Jing with work, 3, to be lazy. However, since the stickman discovered the unknown substance from the interlayer of the enveloped space of the dragon underworld, Qian Jing realized another major role of the stickman: reconnaissance.

As creatures drawn from paper, stickmen can transform in both two- and three-dimensional states. They usually take a sharp breath to swell themselves and become three-dimensional creatures, making it easier to work and lazy for the money mirror. But as long as this breath is released, they will be reduced to two dimensions again, and they will lose the attribute of "body thickness" - they are named "inhalation and ascension" and "exhalation and dimensionality" by Qian Jing.

It looks like a solid wall, but it's made of molecules. There are gaps between molecules and molecules, and there are also gaps between atoms and electrons inside molecules. In fact, unless the density of matter like a neutron star is reached, there are far more "gaps" than "obstacles" at the microscopic level.

The walls of the magic cell are solid, but it's not a neutron star, and it's not a completely enclosed environment. Liu Ming can hear other people's psychic signals, and this room also has the flow of magical element energy, which is responsible for internal and external ventilation, constant temperature and humidity and other activities. Qian Jing believed that the walls here could penetrate, so he asked the stickman to take action. The stickman clung to the wall and began to drill inward, like ink soaking paper. After a while, the black shadow of the stickman entered the inside of the wall, fading and distant, and gradually disappearing.

When he entered the door, Qian Jing glanced at it and knew that the walls here were about a meter thick. According to the penetration speed of the stickman just now, if nothing else, it can reach the opposite side in two hours. During this half hour, the stickman continued to absorb Qian Jing's physical energy, so he had to sit down and save as much energy as possible.

"Liu Ming, how did you join the relevant departments? Are there so many superpowers on the earth? Can I go to your training class? Do you know, I'm also a magician. ”

"Shhhh ”

Qian Jing immediately closed his mouth, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes to recuperate, following Liu Ming's example. However, he didn't last long before he lost his patience. The stickman was constantly draining his energy, and it felt like he was doing physical labor, at least that was the feeling of Qian Jing's brain nerves. But if his body remained still, his nerves and muscles would be out of harmony, and an irritability similar to motion sickness would come up.

"Gotta find something to do. Qian Jing stopped meditating, got up and laid out the things that he turned out of the bag one by one, then took out a pencil and a drawing book, and began to practice painting. As soon as he picks up the brush, he immediately calms down, and physical fatigue does not bother him, as if everything is natural and natural.

In terms of painting, Qian Jing has a lot of things to learn but has not mastered, and it takes a lot of practice, especially three-dimensional painting. At the first glance, Qian Jing had a feeling of "this technique has great potential", and this feeling became stronger and stronger with learning and practice.

When you create something with mind-shaping ink, whether it's a coin, a gold bar, a gemstone or a stickman, it leaves the paper and pops out with a "poof" – it's a two-dimensional process that changes to three-dimensional. One more dimension is one more dimension of attributes, Qian Jing could only paint on a flat surface before, and there was no way to preset the information of this "third dimension", so the things created were incomplete.

"What they're missing isn't the 'opposite,' it's dimensional information. "Qian Jing also used the stickman to exert his two-dimensional ability, and finally began to slowly comprehend the concept of dimension.

Adding one-dimensional information through three-dimensional painting technology sounds like a magical thing, but in Qian Jing's view, it should be. First of all, the mind-shaping ink itself has the ability to transform information into physical objects, which is the foundation of everything. In the process of transformation, what characteristics the physical object has is completely from the perspective of Qian Jing, relying on the information he provides. Three-dimensional painting is just lines and colors to paper, but when you look at it through the eyes of the money mirror, it does have one more dimension.

Through Yuna's explanation, he understands the technical principles inside, but it is not so simple on paper, and it needs to take into account the overall coordination and local accuracy at the same time. It's not the same as drawing a stickman. The stickman's arms and legs are longer and shorter, and they are still stickmen, but they look a little awkward, such as walking with a limp. This does not affect their work, after all, the main way of exercise of stickmen is "jumping", with the advantage of high strength and light weight, flying around. However, this kind of roughness is not good on three-dimensional paintings, and often the wrong distortion of one line will affect the effect of the whole picture.

Just because the brain can be easily deceived by what the eyes see doesn't mean it can be easily made, which requires a lot of practice. Anyway, in prison, Qian Jing also has patience, so he began to practice slowly here.

After more than two hours, Qian Jing felt loosened on his body, and knew that the stickman had infiltrated the door. "Let's see if we can open the door. He commanded.

"Open the door, what is the door, who is outside?" Liu Ming suddenly opened his eyes and said.

"Are you eavesdropping on the voice in my head?

"What's in your head? No, my psychic communication isn't like that. I can only send a message to a stranger and get him to agree to communicate with me. After agreeing, it becomes two people talking, just like words. If you don't agree, that person's brain waves are only understandable to him, and most of them occur at the subconscious level. It's like if you can understand it by looking at a computer screen, you can't understand the current inside the chip, it's the same. Liu Ming pointed to the door and explained: "What I heard was a voice outside the door, from some kind of broadcast signal, like someone was shouting. It's 'I'm going to open the door.'" Hey, as soon as you say I've found out, this psychic voice looks like you!"

Qian Jing understood something, so he said, "You wait a minute, and then listen carefully." He then gave an order to the stickman, and then immediately saw Liu Ming looking at him with slanted eyes:

"The voice outside said I had a problem with my brain. Qian Jing, this is what you did, right?"

"Well, I have a loyal friend out there, and I can give him orders, but I can't hear him give anything in return. After having you, this shortcoming will be made up. I asked it to find a way to open the door, but it didn't finish. I'm going to let it report back on what's going on out there. ”

The stickman's head is a bare, two-dimensional circle, but that doesn't prevent it from being able to see and hear, but it can't speak. In the dark, the god of luck arranged Liu Ming here, just in time to be able to transmit back the information that the stickman saw and heard.

"Your friend said that the opening and closing of the gate is two levers that come together one meter together and need to be turned down at the same time to be used. He...... He said his arms were too short to help. Liu Ming's expression was strange, he didn't quite understand how it was only a meter away, and his arms were too short to reach - he couldn't imagine what kind of painting style this was. "Oh, he said that he found a hidden locket on the door, and he guessed that there was something wrong inside, and he was drilling into the crack to see, so don't worry, eat well...... What a mess this is!"

Qian Jing snorted and began to eat chocolate bars and drink legion juice. Didn't the two doorknobs on the outside need to be opened at the same time? So he drew another stickman and began to penetrate slowly.

There was suddenly an ally outside, and seeing that there was hope of escaping, Liu Ming's spirit rose. He sat down in the doorway, so that he could hear the sound more clearly as he got closer to the stickman outside. Qian Jing asked the guys outside to tell Liu Ming what was going on, and he sat on the side, practicing painting and making a microphone at the same time.

Your friend says there's a hidden magic lock on the door, and you need to operate the buttons in the correct order to open it. Oh, and he said that he could tell from the dust on the buttons that they needed to be used, but he couldn't guess the password. Qian Jing, you're a good friend! Can it be invisible? Because it's about to be time to deliver food, maybe the door will open once. ”

"It's no problem to hide it and peek at it. But what do you mean maybe the door will open?"

"There are two waves of people coming every day to check on them, one to deliver food and one to clean up the garbage. The food here is very poor and the portions are small, so sometimes they don't open the door, but cast a spell at the observation window, open it and send it straight in. ”

"Oh, it's a matter of luck. Qian Jing looked at the toilet in the corner: "Then what about cleaning up the garbage? They always have to come in and get the toilet, right?"

"Those magicians don't like alien creatures, how can they deign to scrub our toilets? However, they did have to open the door to cast the spell at that time. ”

"Then be patient. ”

Before the second stickman infiltrates out, the first one can't leave the cipher disk to scout around, so as not to miss the opportunity to watch the cipher. Qian Jing's physical strength is limited, and he can't withstand the outward penetration of two stickmen at the same time, so he is now starting to paint again. It is estimated that when the magic eye monitoring was turned on again, Liu Ming stopped talking. He took a can of legion juice from Qian Jing and slowly smacked it to drink, allowing himself to recover his strength as soon as possible.

Luck favors those who are prepared, but it doesn't come at the first opportunity. The guy who came to deliver the food probably knew that Qian Jing had brought in a lot of food, so he just put down two pieces of bread through the observation window and left, without opening the door.

If you don't open the door this time, you won't come back again for a short time, and at that time, the second and even the third stickman has infiltrated out! Qian Jing immediately made a decision, and immediately ordered the number one stickman to leave the keyboard, jump on this magician, and hide and follow him. Maybe this guy will open the door of another room, and the password is such a thing, you can get as much as you can!

"There's no sound outside. Are your friends okay?" Liu Ming said through telepathic communication.

"It's hidden, it's fine. I didn't see the password this time, so I'll talk about it next time. Qian didn't lift the camera, and continued to practice painting. As long as Liu Ming doesn't speak, the cell is very quiet, and the lights here are sufficient and continuous, which is all Qian Jing needs. He practiced lines on paper over and over again, becoming more and more proficient in controlling the pattern from individual strips to overall patterns. Liu Ming came over curiously to take a look, only to see a bunch of entangled threads, and couldn't see what Qian Jing was doing at all. So, he didn't bother anymore.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of pens rustling on paper. Liu Ming had already fallen asleep, Qian Jing was still not sleepy at all, and he focused on practicing, and he didn't feel irritable or bored because he had enough juice in the legion. The guards who delivered the food and disposed of the garbage did not come again, but the observation window was opened once, and the inspectors showed their faces. The man asked, "What are you doing?" and Qian Jing ignored him. These inspectors are actually putting on a show, just to cover up the existence of the Magic Eye surveillance, so that the prisoners mistakenly believe that patrols are the only way to take care of them.

It takes about two hours for the stickman to penetrate the door, three have already gone out, and the fourth is working on it. Through this method, Qian Jing knew that he had been in for about eight hours. The woven bag that was stolen in still couldn't get in touch with the White Flag grocery store. According to the original plan, Raisa would open the bag regularly to pick up the personnel, so she must have noticed that the woven bag was malfunctioning. Since contact has not been restored yet, it can only mean that Raisa cannot communicate with the half-dimensional world will in order to avoid exposing the money mirror.

Feng Lingzhu and Laisha are definitely trying to find a way to rescue the people in the prison now, and the combination of wisdom and resources will definitely bear fruit. However, this does not mean that Qian Jing does not need to work hard to save himself. Qian Jing waited for another wave of inspectors to arrive and leave, and then ordered the stickman to try to open a certain cell door.

"As long as you know the code, and it's not a cell door where earthlings are held, just open one. Qian Jing didn't tell Liu Ming about this, and secretly gave an order to the stickman: "Remember, don't answer, don't answer, don't answer." ”

This is exploring the path of other prisoners, which is not a fair and honest means, so Qian Jing doesn't want Liu Ming to know. The psychology of "dead friends do not die and poor roads" is not as noble as Captain Chang's concept of "not abandoning and not giving up". Qian Jing waited quietly, feeling and counting the time, about fifteen minutes after the order was given, there was a dull rumbling sound outside, and the ground trembled. Liu Ming was also awakened, and hurriedly put his ear to the door and listened hard.

"Ask your friend to tell me what's going on outside, and what I hear seems to be an alarm. ”

The stickmen had long been ordered to refuse to admit that they had opened the door.

"One of my cellmates somehow opened the cell door and had just been recaptured. The big fat man with two heads and a height of nearly three meters - could it be a two-headed ogre? He was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and his hands, feet, and both necks were shackled with glowing shackles, and he was thrown into another cell. Oh, be careful, someone's coming. ”

Liu Ming left the door and sat back on the bed, and Qian Jing didn't change his posture at all. The door opened, and Mage Ethan appeared in the doorway. He looked inside the cell and asked Qian Jing to show him the painting in his hand.

"No problem. I'm starting to run out of paper and pens here. Can you give me a bunker? If not, give me a thin slate and writing leather. It's boring here, I have to find something to do. ”

"Then you wait. Ethan didn't see anything out of the ordinary, closed the door and left.

Liu Ming hurriedly sent a message to Qian Jing's heart: "Do you know the password?"

Qian Jing smiled, when Ethan Magician opened the door, the stickman secretly hid in the magic lock and peeked!