Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1451 You should hold one out of politeness

Chapter 1451 I should shake it out of politeness

"See that cake inside?"

Lin Sanjiu tapped on the window glass with one hand, and pressed the back of the painter's head with the other to ask.He seemed to be a little confused when it came to instructions that didn't tell him to paint. "This card," she rummaged through the card library for a long time before finding out the chocolate cake card drawn by the artist in the family copy: "...Is it exactly the same? You drew it, right?"

In fact, even if she doesn't ask the artist, she is about [-]% sure; it's just that this reality is too unrealistic, and she feels that she must ask the original author.

After turning his head between the car window and the card two or three times, the artist finally nodded.The look on his face almost looks like his outlook on life has collapsed - if he has one.

Lin Sanjiu patted him on the shoulder with sympathy.As a special item whose natural duty is to change the target from an entity to a picture, suddenly discovering that her picture may turn into an entity in reverse, she was probably as confused and shocked as she was at this time.

She flicked the cake card with her fingernail, and her eyes were fixed on the cake in the car, but it didn't even move.

"Draw me another one." She took out a blank card and handed it to the artist: "Draw one this time... Well, draw something easy to find. You can draw a skyscraper."

The skyscraper card was completed within a few minutes, and Lin Sanjiu locked in its details one by one; but even though she climbed up the telegraph pole, she didn't see a building suddenly rising from the ground.

"Strange," she rubbed her temples, feeling that the list of "strange" was too long, and she simply didn't know where to start - every situation she encountered was completely unreasonable.

If you say this place is her card space, how did Fanhe get herself into her card space?If this place is not her card space, why does the chocolate cake drawn by the artist on the card appear here?
It seems that she has to ask Fanhe.

"The question is, how do I get out..." Lin Sanjiu went back to this question again, putting his hands in his messy hair, his mind was buzzing.When she was alone, she talked more to herself and talked to Teacher Yi more, because she hated the silence that seemed like she was the only one left in the world.

This space is indestructible from the inside, because nothing has time to become "broken".Although she can card the invisible energy, she cannot card the conceptual "space".She was trapped in this cage that belonged exclusively to her, and she couldn't even say a word, let alone regain her freedom—even if Ji Shanqing's mimicry was turned on, Lin Sanjiu found that she was still helpless.

After all, it is not the deity.There is some hard knowledge, if you don’t know it, you don’t know it, even if you change your way of thinking, you still don’t know it... She thought to herself.She thought for a few minutes in the state of the gift bag, and finally turned off the mimicry in order to save her consciousness.

"Is it true that I can't get out by myself?"

She was stunned for a while, how unwilling she was, not to mention that Fanhe's goal was to capture Siba'an and bring her back, so it's hard to say whether she would make a big fuss about her - if because of herself, Siba'an An was implicated, so how could Lin Sanjiu live in his heart?

She jumped up, emptied all the items in the card library, unzipped all the cards, and piled up a hill in the open space of the parking lot.When a few useless humanoid objects were greeting each other and making daily routines, like a groundhog, she turned the hill inside and out, and took back the cards after carefully reading each card. Curry, for fear of missing something that might come in handy.

When the tip of the hill fell halfway down, the only thing she found that might come in handy was an arsenal communicator that she had put away at some point.

... Sparan should also have an arsenal communicator on him, right?Can it span different spaces?

The function of this communicator seems to be similar to that of a simplified mobile phone.It would be troublesome if it really works like a mobile phone, after all, she doesn't know Sibaan's "mobile phone number".Lin Sanjiu switched on the communicator, watched the green light flash, and then a man's voice came from inside.

"Arsenal communication station, please report your ID number."

The communication system of this thing is still managed by the remaining arsenal branch?

Lin Sanjiu looked at it, a little dumbfounded—she really never expected that the arsenal uses communication technology that can ignore geographical distance, but it is also equipped with old-fashioned telephone operators.What should I do now, she can't say "Please help me contact the most wanted criminal Sibaan who took away the entire Biluohuangquan branch of your arsenal", can she?

"Hello?" the operator urged. "Are you a member of the Arsenal?"

"Uh, that, wait a minute," she hurried back into the hill, clearly remembering that she had glimpsed it just now—"I don't have a very good memory, I can't remember it all the time, wait for me to look for it..."

Have it.

Her eyes fell on a line of dark blue, and she hastily pulled it out from under a pile of messy things—it was the uniform jacket that Sparan copied for her.

I don't know if there is such a thing as the ID number on the uniform?There are some on the uniforms of ordinary soldiers or policemen...the arsenal is probably no exception?

Lin Sanjiu held the communicator in one hand, opened and closed the coat with the other to check, but couldn't find anything that looked like a serial number—the operator seemed impatient after waiting for a while, and said abruptly: "The button on your cuff Below! Are you new here?"

It seems that the sound of turning clothes was heard by him.I don't know if it's because there is no need to guard against outsiders at the communication station; anyway, Lin Sanjiu thanked the operator for his lack of vigilance, and said accordingly: "5, 9, 6... 3, ah, 2."

She remembered that she couldn't read Sparan's number truthfully, so she hurriedly changed the mantissa.But the operator misunderstood, and asked: "Is it 59632? It's only five digits... Can you remember after joining for so long?"

Does the number of numbers mean the length of time to join?Lin Sanjiu immediately understood what he meant - so how long has it been since Sibaan, who only has four digits, joined the arsenal?
"The verification of the number has passed. May I ask where you want to receive the communication?"

How the hell do I know.

Lin Sanjiu felt that the busy work just now was completely unnecessary; don't say she doesn't know anyone, who can help her get out of this space after getting connected?She stood back like a thorn for a while, and under the urging of the operator, she decided to be honest and said, "I...I have a problem now, and I want to ask which department in the organization can help."

"What's the question?" the operator asked with interest.

"I have been trapped in an independent space where time is stagnant..." Lin Sanjiu said hesitantly, "I can't get out, and I can't break it. The things I have on me... well, and The weapons in our arsenal are useless."

The operator didn't sound surprised at all.In fact, his next tone was so professional and natural that Lin Sanjiu had a faint feeling that he might have heard many calls for help with various contents. "I see, you can try the Department of Physical Properties, they may have information that can help you."

Obviously the organization the other party belongs to is Sparan's arch-enemy, but now Lin Sanjiu is full of gratitude to this operator.Most of the people who maintain the daily operation of the arsenal are probably ordinary evolutionaries like him... It is difficult for her to connect these ordinary members at the bottom with one of the arrogant twelve organizations.

When Sibaan took away the Biluohuangquan branch, did he let these ordinary evolutionaries go?
She heard the person on the other end of the communicator change to a female voice, and cut off her thoughts.

"Well, from your description, I think it is a typical space attack item effect. There are many kinds of space items, and this one is specially used for attack." The female voice sounded very serious, "...in a part of the real world As a model, just like bubbles appear on the surface of the water, a new 'bubble space' is also rapidly produced in the real world, and you are wrapped in the bubble space. I have seen many space attack items like this. The means of attack are very expensive, one will cost over a hundred thousand..."

"Why am I wrapped in an independent space, and can still use the communicator?" As for why the chocolate cake appeared here, Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a while, but decided not to tell outsiders.

"There is also a connection point between two spaces." The female voice replied, "The place where you are pushed into the bubble space from the real world is the connection point. Communication signals can be transmitted back from that connection point—"

When Lin Sanjiu had a burning hope, she continued fluently, "But you can't."

"……Um?"

"That connection point has been closed by the owner of the item. If you can break yourself down into the most basic form of energy, I guess you can penetrate it, just like radiation and signals can pass through walls. It makes sense." The female voice He said in a down-to-earth tone without understanding the listener's feelings: "But you will be scattered when you come out, and you will become a part of the energy of the universe. You might as well be a prisoner."

Lin Sanjiu rubbed her face vigorously.

"so what should I do?"

She cut off the communication after the other party replied, "Look at what the person imprisoning you is going to do next."

Lin Sanjiu was upset and irritable, threw the communicator back into the card library, and sat next to the item hill with a thud.She knew in her heart that she didn't have anything on her that could deal with that "space attack item" - this thing sounds very advanced - so she didn't bother to search any more, and mechanically re-carded the items one by one.

Her movements stopped after half a minute.

The woman in the communication said that there are many kinds of space objects, right?
Lin Sanjiu couldn't go back to the world where Siba'an was in from the bubble space that Fanhe cast; so could she go to another space?
On her hand, she really has an item that leads to another dimension.

The only regret is that it is a little smaller...

Lin Sanjiu looked at the silver trash can that could only be stuffed into his hand, and sighed.

Everything that fell into this silver trash can disappeared, and must have been sent to another dimension; if the scholars of Sparan were here, maybe they could duplicate a large trash can for her to crawl into , but what should she do now?
Sometimes people do stupid things out of unwillingness.For example, now, Lin Sanjiu knew that he couldn't shrink suddenly, but he still couldn't help wrapping his hand with [Protective Force Field], clenched his fist tightly, and slowly stretched it into the trash can.

Sure enough, her fists and wrists were swallowed by the silver trash can bit by bit—her body was slender and compact, and her arms could be accommodated in it, but it was only up to her shoulders, so it was impossible to go any further.It felt nothing, if she closed her eyes, she wouldn't even be able to tell that it was another space.

She couldn't help moving her wrist, opening, closing, and opening her fist again, completely unaware of the environment her hand was in at the moment.

It was at this time that someone grabbed Lin Sanjiu's hand.

(End of this chapter)

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