The two-headed ogre was beaten so hard that he collapsed on the rough stone bed with a bruised nose and swollen face, leaving only the strength to pant for air. The guards added magical shackles to his hands, feet, and neck, which had been disturbing the elemental power within him. He couldn't gather even the simplest spells, his body's recovery rate was greatly reduced, and the stinging pain in the veins, internal organs, and nervous system caused by the turbulent flow of elements made it impossible for him to even close his eyes and sleep.

One of his heads cried: "Woo woo, I really didn't want to run away, the door was opened by itself, why don't you believe me?"

His other head bared his teeth and was full of anger: "What are you crying about?! If it weren't for your soft hands at critical times, if you could put one more lightning bolt, we would be able to break through the door of the guard room and rush inside!

"Woo woo, what's safe! You know Chong Chong Chong! Don't you notice? The most dangerous thing here is not the magic array and the guards at all, but the damn half-plane! If we can't manipulate this cell to leave the half-plane, we will all die eventually! It's like ...... It's like a pig falling in a swamp!"

"Don't give me anything to eat, be careful that I punch you in the face again!"

"Come on, you have the ability to come, both hands are tied together, you can control one, how do you punch? Hey, what are you pinching the back of my hand?"

The two-headed ogre is either arguing or on its way to it. The two heads live together all day long, and they know each other's roots, so they reveal the old bottom without mercy. They like to be noisy, but also to show that their intelligence and memory are higher than the heads next to them. Coupled with the fact that they are big, loud, and can often use machine guns to strafe the same noise of quarrels, which makes everyone around them dizzy and angry!

Therefore, after the guards threw the two-headed ogre into their new cell, they hurriedly closed the door and sealed all the noise inside to avoid affecting themselves. Afterwards, they went to the ogre's former cell and examined it carefully. Naturally, the cell door is the place where the most attention is concerned, and it is turned over and over again to be examined. Then there were the walls, floors, and ceilings inside, and they wanted to tear down the cells to find out what was going on.

Ethan walked over, put his hands in his sleeves, and asked coldly, "Did you find anything?"

"There is no sign of destruction or modification of the entire cell, and no evidence of other biological activity has been found. At the moment, it seems that the only possibility is that the door is not closed, and the ogre pushes it open. One of the guards said, "This can also correspond to the ogre's confession." ”

"Come out of it, or I'll come in person. Ethan said, and watched as the six guards inside rushed out. He suddenly pointed to one of the guards and said, "Wait a minute, you don't have to come out, show me inside." ”

The guard suddenly lay on the ground and begged for mercy: "Mr. Ethan, it's not my fault, I closed the door after my inspection, and I didn't leave the door for the ogre!

Ethan suddenly smiled, the corners of his eyes crooked, the corners of his mouth curved back and upward, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Think about how that ogre escaped." You've got five days to think, and that is a lot, right? I suggest you'd better hurry, because if you don't have anything to eat or drink, you're going to be slow to think. ”

With a wave of his hand, the cell door shut. "Put out the light within, and don't give him food or drink. Five days later, I will open the door again and ask for an answer. If he can't answer, he throws it in. If he answers, give him a good time. ”

The other guards all nodded yes with his smiling expression, and although they were scared, no one dared to show it, let alone sympathize with their co-workers. Ethan swept across everyone's faces, his piercing gaze digging into their inner secrets. Noticing that no one looked like an accomplice in casting the prisoners, he pulled his right hand out of his sleeve and began to chant incantations.

A hot wind from his palm blew in all directions, distorting and swaying smoke rising from everyone but him. After a while, the ground and walls began to shake as well, forming a hazy ghost, like a mirage in the desert.

This mirage is recreating what happened in the corridors of the cells in the form of an upside down. The images that have happened recently are clearer and brighter, and the farther away they are, the more blurry they become. Ethan watched with great interest, and especially appreciated the scene of the guard begging for mercy just now.

He then set his sights on the Ogre prison break. In most of the upside-down images, the door of the ogre's cell is open, and the prisoners inside have already run out, so naturally no one will come and close it. Ethan glanced left and right, and the entire corridor was quiet, not to mention the figures, not even a small insect could be seen.

Maintaining the Mirage requires a constant supply of elemental energy, and the amount of energy required to maintain spells is increasing at an accelerated rate. After a while, the image gets darker and darker, and eventually it becomes pitch black. Ethan sighed, he still hadn't been able to see how the cell door had opened. However, he knew that the two-headed ogre was not complicit, and the guy was also dizzy when he left, as if he didn't figure out what was going on. Judging by the current evidence, this seems to be an accident.

Even if it was an accident, he couldn't spare the guards, and he still had to let him rot and die in the black cell! Don't look at Ethan's smile all day, in fact, everything has not been going well recently, causing him to be in a very bad mood, and he is on the edge of the erupting volcano at any time. First, the buried enchantment blast spell was accidentally triggered (yes, that's right, it was caused by the ghosts moving around), causing the entire city to shake, causing a major search by the Core Ring Council. Thankfully, once the Enchantment Blast spell is detonated, it doesn't leave a trace, doesn't lure the core ring to their heads, and doesn't reveal the motive.

They needed to reset the enchantment blast spell. It's not hard to evade the surveillance of other magicians, the point is that the amount of spell materials they need is too low, and they can only be restocked from outside. The Core Ring asked to close the crossing of the border, which was expected by them. Closing the borders means that the final magic convention, which was meant to attract spellcasters from alien civilizations, will also be suspended, which will be more beneficial to them. The secret of the ultimate spell can't be allowed to slip out, whether it's directly snatching, sabotaging the convention, or suspending the convention, it's actually the same. It's just that they didn't expect the White Flag grocery store to stand up at this time.

At the Core Ring meeting, they failed to stop the White Flag and watched it become the sole distributor. As soon as the channel is opened, the exchanges between civilizations continue, and the ultimate magic conference will still be held, so they need to replenish the magic materials as soon as possible. To ensure the safety of the materials, Ethan had to enter the White Flag grocery store and become one of the three detection magicians.

He didn't dare to rest, for fear of being checked out of the mezzanine by other mages. Even if there is no precedent for the "hyper-compressed space" spell to be discovered, and the success rate of smuggling is 100%, this is not a reason to take it lightly.

As a result, something went wrong in the least place where they shouldn't have gone wrong, and their goods were detained! Ethan can't know what went wrong, but in order to remedy the problem, he can only threaten each other with hostages, and he must get the contents of the package before the Core Magic Ring Council knows about it.

The transaction went smoothly, and there was no sign of the magic of the mezzanine being touched or destroyed, but ...... Why is there so much less in it than expected! Ethan scooped his scales one by one, racking his brains and couldn't figure it out. As a result, the enchantment destruction spell could not be completed, and he had to find a way to bring in materials from other channels, and he didn't have time to interrogate the salesman of White Banner called Qian Jing!

"Watch the cell, don't let this happen again. He left a word and left.

The guards are indeed concerned, the frequency of patrols and the use of the magic eye has increased, and they are no longer idle and approach the cell door, in case this door "accidentally opens itself again", then who to reason?

The high-frequency inspections outside temporarily extinguished the time window for prison escape, and Qian Jing could only continue to practice painting and take time to sleep. There were no clocks in the cells to keep track of the time, and the previous method of keeping time by food deliveries had become inaccurate due to the increased frequency of patrols. He just felt that his painting skills were constantly improving, and the three-dimensional paintings were becoming more and more like that.

"No, they're still out there, let your friends hide it tightly. "Since he knew that he had the password to open the door, Liu Ming had hardly slept. He leaned against the door, listening to the voices outside, looking for an opportunity to go out and have a look. "Qian Jing, your friend is so powerful, he hasn't been discovered by them once. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, it can't do anything else, it's the old job of hiding. Qian Jing rubbed his astringent eyes and handed Liu Ming a piece of paper: "Help me take a look and evaluate, this three-dimensional painting of mine is not bad, right?"

"What did you draw?" Liu Ming held the painting in front of him, his head moving back and forth, his eyes constantly gathering towards the middle. "You drew a girl's head, right? It looks a bit like your store manager, but it's a comic book version. That's good, you like her, don't you?"

Qian Jing pulled the paper back, he just had to experiment with this effect. "Look at you, it's a strange thought! Fortunately, I expected it. Luckily, I'm drawing Raisa, and it's actually the easiest way to paint it in front of your face, but I'm afraid you'll misunderstand that I like you. ”

"You've read too many online novels, why have you learned so much nonsense?" Liu Ming snorted: "You're still too tender." When you grow up, become a man, start a family, and have children, you'll know how to tell who's liking whom—it's no brainstorm, it's not difficult, you can see it at a glance!"

"As someone who can telepathize and read minds, it's no surprise that you have such skills. Moreover, I asked you to tell me how the level of this painting is, not for you to be an emotional consultant. ”

Liu Ming looked at Qian Jing and couldn't help but laugh in his heart. I have been able to travel to another planet, have seen aliens, and now I am imprisoned by aliens, and I can definitely be regarded as having experienced strong winds and waves, why are I still so thin-skinned?

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you. Liu Ming smiled and said, "Your painting is very good." Although it's a comic style, you can still see the appearance characteristics of your store manager, and it's recognizable. Your technique is also quite innovative, hand-painted three-dimensional painting, this is the first time I have seen it. In the past, 3D paintings were based on basic drawings first, and then modified and redrawn by computers according to algorithms. You're good at it, but do you know what the problem is?"

"Where? The most important thing I need to know right now is the problem. ”

"Three-dimensional painting was created based on the principle that the human eye superimposes a flat picture into a three-dimensional image, and the method has been around for a long time, but no one has drawn it for a long time, until the computer comes along. This is because the computational power of the human brain is limited, especially in this kind of field that relies on algorithms and has a lot of repetitive calculations. It's okay for you to draw a comic with a simple figure this way, but I see you've been practicing sketching, do you want to combine it?"

"Yes, there is a plan. I didn't expect you to know a lot about painting!"

"It's not that I understand, it's Feng Lingzhu. We trained together, and the training project arranged for her by the think tank team was spatial composition imagination. You know the GPU of the graphics card, they let her do that. Facts have proved that even a genius with an IQ of 666 can't overcome the functional limitations of the brain, that is, he can't break through the test of the graph overlap algorithm. ”

"Wow...... And this kind of thing. You care so much, do you like Feng Lingzhu?" Qian Jing prepared to counter the army.

"Pull it down, you're too observant. I am married and have children, and Feng Lingzhu is only a junior sister at most. Of course, I can't lie, I care about her training for a purpose: I want to borrow her computing power to help me mine. ”

"Dig up virtual currency, you really want to think of it!" Qian Jing couldn't help but laugh: "Why don't you let her help you calculate lottery tickets and stocks?"

She said that the lottery is not something that can be done by algorithms, but stocks ...... She can do the math, but I don't have that much money to hire her. Alas, the girl now, a person who looks like a man. ”

"What do you want to do with the IQ of 666?!If it weren't for the human spirit, who would still be?!" Qian Jing looked at the painting in his hand. Liu Ming is right, he currently has a feeling of powerlessness. The more complex the pattern, the greater the ability to turn it into a three-dimensional painting, and the ability to control every detail.

It's like playing Go, where someone is good at layout, someone is good at hand-to-hand – but it's all done on 19 lines. Double, double, or five times the size of the game, the rules of Go can still be the same as the original, but the difficulty is not one or two times or five times as simple. Qian Jing used stick figures to make an outline and then turned it into three dimensions, and he had almost practiced it. But if he goes a step further, he can't control it with just a little bit of shadow gradient in the sketch.

And most of the computer-generated three-dimensional paintings are in color, and Qian Jing is desperate just thinking about it. "What's next?" he blurted out.

"Do you want to be a painter? There is no painter in three-dimensional painting. Even if you practice sketching and three-dimensional painting, you have to consider the costs and benefits, right?" Liu Ming paused for a moment, and then encouraged: "Your current hand-drawing skills can be regarded as a stunt! Simple lines and images combined with this skill give people a three-dimensional reading experience. Three-dimensional painting and perspective principle drawing structure, can be convex on the paper, can also be recessed, if used in combat comics, the effect is absolutely outstanding!"

"Wait, you say it again!" Qian Jing heard the word "convex" and the word "concave", and his head seemed to explode.