Qian Jing woke up slowly, it was already ten hours later, it was pitch black outside the gap in the curtains, and the campus was already quiet in the dead of night. He pulled his legs out from under the computer desk, then supported himself with his arms, and when he rolled over, he could see a black mark on the concrete floor from his sleep. Luckily, it's summer, and the ground is cool. If it's winter, you might have something wrong with your sleep.

Empty stomachs, cooing, hunger taking over. Qian Jing turned out the crispy noodles and ham sausages as quickly as possible, stuffed them in three or two bites, and poured some more water, which was finally better - but unfortunately he couldn't transform like a Snickers box. The things he had created on the table were gone, and everything seemed to be in vain, but he wasn't in too much of a hurry.

Things like drawing renminbi and turning gold bars into gold bars can be used as dreams, but after all, it is not a life pursuit, and if you can't do it, you can't do it. Qian Jing took advantage of this "setback" to lower some expectations and excitement, and to be more calm and thoughtful, which can be regarded as very rewarding.

"What kind of thing you create is still related to your own ability. Luckily, I only wrote 1 kilogram on that gold bar. If you write a ton, your life will definitely be gone. Qian Jing found a pen and began to record the experience of the experiment on the ready-made paper on the desktop, analyzing them one by one. "It is not known what the Mind Sculpting Ink consumes, but it must be related to the basic life needs, including but not limited to the body's energy reserves and nerve vitality. Extension: Do the concepts of spiritual power, magic, immortal arts, and telekinesis exist, and can they be used?"

"Painting doesn't depend entirely on technique, it's about a steady and meticulous imagination, that is, the ability to depict things in your head. But ......" Qian Jing thought for a while: "Observation is still indispensable, and creativity is even more so, after all, this ability cannot be limited to reproducing things." Becoming a camera is not the limit of Ma Liang's ability, it should be laid out further! So, I should still learn some painting techniques, it doesn't hurt! Let's start with sketching and make the most of black. ”

"Conjecture: If we use professional sketching techniques to use mind-shaping ink, will we be able to better represent three-dimensional figures? Question: How accurate can mind-controlled drawing be? Guess: If we add a mirror to the picture and show both sides of the target object through mirror mirroring, will we be able to create positive and negative objects? Conjecture: Are individual and group portraits distinguished by brushwork or by mind control? Why can't imaginary opposites appear together?"

"Guess: Can you draw a living thing......

Writing this, Qian Jing stopped and thought hard about this possibility. Can Mind-Shaping Ink create living things?Can it?Can it live?How long can it live?Does it have a soul?Can it have intelligence?Does it die?Does it hurt when it dies?...... How will it see itself?

This is a very serious question, and it will take a long time to come up with an answer, so Qian Jing's approach is not to think about it. What do you do to create a living thing? A kilogram of gold costs half a life, and it is far from successful in terms of color, and it may be just a gray block of lead. From this inference, do you want Qian Jing to draw a chicken out and then die? Even if you can draw a beautiful woman out, exchanging your life for your life is not Qian Jing's original purpose!

Qian Jing laughed while thinking about it, and continued to summarize on the paper, one after another. He looked at all his thoughts, and two thoughts struck him. The first is: "If the failure of the gold bar is due to the fact that the mass of the object created is beyond the capacity, how about reducing the weight, or painting diamonds, rubies, etc.?"

Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, but Qian Jing did not feel the slightest sleep. But in the early morning, he had to go to the White Flag grocery store, and in order to prevent him from falling asleep again, he set an alarm clock for himself, and at the same time ate the last five packets of crispy noodles, more than a dozen chocolate candies, and a large jar of water. When your blood sugar is about to burst, continue to experiment with yourself.

Diamonds cut into regular polyhedra are very easy to draw, but their materials are not expressed, the money mirror has been painted several times in a row, and all that comes out are glass, and the best one is also crystal, which can not be compared with the kind of brilliant crystal shown by diamonds on the Internet.

The same effect is also ruby, sapphire, red glass and blue glass. Qian Jing felt that this result was related to poverty, and he had not touched or used these precious stones, and the same was true for gold bars, so he could not reproduce them correctly in his mind. "It's really poverty that limits imagination......," Qian Jing laughed to himself.

Now that this result is known, these glass "gems" are useless. Since things like gold bars can disappear, gems should do the same. Qian Jing tried several methods, and found that by touching the target with the ink lines of two index fingers at the same time, and then thinking about "recycling" or "dissolving", it would cease to exist. He could see and feel the phenomenon of the Mind Shaping Ink returning to his body, and it was obvious that his physical strength and energy had also increased. In this way, it is convenient to do experiments later.

"The last item of this experiment: abstract painting!" Qian Jing did not hesitate to use his only true drawing ability, using children's stick figures to create a stickman the size of a coin. It's the kind of cartoon image with black circles as the head, torso and limbs as black lines.

"What will happen?" The little black figure moved as Qian Jing chattered! It bent its arms, propped itself up from the paper, and then stood firmly in front of Qian Jing. This guy is a villain from the front, almost nothing from the side, and is completely a paper man. Qian Jing wasn't sure if it had a thickness, if it was a three-dimensional creature or a two-dimensional ......

"Oh, am I creating life, is this life?" Qian Jing was in a hurry, sweating profusely. The little man bent back, trying to raise his head to look at the money mirror. But its body was so thin — relative to its head — that it folded from its waist and slammed back into the paper.

"Be careful!" Qian Jing carefully lifted it up with his little finger. The little stickman straightened up again, first waving his arm, as if to say that he was fine. It then places its arm on the head of the circle and kicks its leg hard.

"Bang!" it blew itself up, finally becoming three-dimensional, able to stand firmly on the paper, and able to look up at its creator.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" Qian Jing whispered as he approached it.

The stickman nodded, then raised his arm. It's trembling, it's straining, and Qian Jing feels the same way. After a while, a burr-like black line appeared at the end of its smooth arm, stubbornly standing in the air.

That's a thumbs up.