Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 837 The rich man who turned the garbage
After Lin Sanjiu evolved, she destroyed countless buildings with her own hands, but when it comes to rebuilding, this is really the first time.

...and rebuilding was far more difficult than she had imagined.

Especially during this process, she found that the effect of [Power of Description] also had a time limit; every 10 minutes, she had to re-describ the room to prevent it from returning to its ruins.Fortunately, this item seems to have no usage restrictions, and she doesn't have to wait for it to cool down—so, if it is used to describe a spaceship, I wonder if it will work?

If Yu Yuan is still alive, he can drive Exodus away...

"Are you going to go back and forth like this?" Teacher Yi asked for the first time, "You laid half of the floor and erected two walls...then what?"

"Good question." Lin Sanjiu stopped in the corner between the two walls, rubbed his still aching scalp, "...I'll think about it."

Now, the humble, empty room looks like a half-finished model.

It had no ceiling, and two walls were missing; the other half of the room had been almost swallowed up by nature, and since she wasn't sure where it ended, she couldn't figure out where the door was.

But... even if you find the location of the gate, can you really go out?
She stood on the floor in a daze for a while, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.After clearing the weeds and vines and paving more than half of the floor in the room, the old debris in the room that had been corroded by time naturally emerged and exposed to her eyes one by one.

Even after all this time, there is still an astonishing amount of trash here.

"What is this room for?" She muttered, "There is no furniture, and the area is so big..."

Lin Sanjiu stretched out his hand and pulled it a few times, and pushed aside the long wooden planks and rusty iron bars around him—these two kinds of things seemed to be the most, scattered all over the ground—with a few A screw fell to the ground, and she pulled out a plastic bag from under a large piece of broken wall brick.She trembled, and suddenly there was a burst of choking dust, and something fell to the ground with a plop.

...that was a roll of clothes.

Even though it has been eroded by time for so long, Lin Sanjiu can still recognize these sweaters at a glance. These sweaters were once brand new.There were five or six pieces of the exact same style; each piece was the same size, neatly bundled into a stack with plastic rope, and looked like a clothier's stock.

"Congratulations on unlocking hint [-]," the dungeon's voice suddenly sounded, as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long time: "Look for clues from the debris."

Compared to the sound of pulling her hair just now, it's the difference between a recording and a madman.

Recording and Mad Men ?
This subconscious metaphor of hers made her faintly feel something.This dungeon...could it be said that it is possible...

"Look for clues first," Teacher Yi interrupted her thoughts: "It's not too late to think about the others after they go out!"

Lin Sanjiu sighed, threw away the clothes in his hands, and walked towards the garbage on the floor.I don't know if it's because of unlocking the second prompt, there seems to be more garbage.

When she threw the last screw on the ground, her body and face were covered with dirty dust.After digging through the garbage for several hours under the sun at noon, the dust on my body was all stuck with sweat, a thick layer, with black spots smeared.

"I don't know what I bought Exodus for," she sat down with a groan, "So what if I have a spaceship, am I still digging through trash here?"

"I'm a leading teacher of the School of Consciousness Mechanics, isn't I also counting garbage for you?" Teacher Yi grunted.

"Speaking of which, how are your statistics going?"

Teacher Yi murmured, bringing up the statistical results one by one in her mind.

Planks and plank pieces: 79 pieces, varying in size but similar in texture.Judging from several of the complete boards, they should all be rectangular boards of uniform specification and purpose.

Iron frame, iron bars: Quantity unknown.Some iron bars and iron frames have holes, and it seems that they can be assembled into a larger frame by screws.

Screws: This number is meaningless after counting, see the usage above.

"You only counted three things, and it's obvious that you're too lazy to count." Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but said.

"Nonsense, there are so many bits and pieces of rubbish, and it's so dirty, it makes me upset!" Teacher Yi immediately lost his temper: "Besides, these are all thoughts deep in your heart."

"……Go on."

Clothes: 25 pieces, in bundles of five pieces.Each bundle is brand new, the same size, unopened, still with tags.

Broken glass: five or six pieces, each piece is not small.The glass shards are long gone.

A push-type handle with a full surface paint, judging from the size, it should be on the window.

"Are you still listening?" Teacher Yi suddenly stopped.

Lin Sanjiu looked at the board and a piece of iron in his hand, gave an absent-minded "hmm" and murmured, "I think... I know what this room is for."

After racking his brains to describe it for a few minutes, the half-finished room was no longer empty—a row of iron shelves stood neatly on the concrete floor, blocking most of the daylight.The light is cut into long fingers, passing between the iron frames, illuminating the goods on each layer of wooden boards; the clothes wrapped in plastic are silently stacked in the shadows of each layer of shelves .

"...A place like this is really a warehouse." Lin Sanjiu let out a long breath, "And it's a clothing warehouse."

Strange to say, on an item card that specifically emphasizes the power of description, there are very few descriptions about itself-especially the information on usage restrictions.There are many subtle limitations that you can only feel when you use it: for example, although she guessed that the planks and iron bars may be part of the shelf, these garbage-like sundries alone are not enough "factual basis" ".

She had to do it by herself, barely pieced together the shape of an iron frame, and built a few wooden boards that were rotten and already infested with worms, and finally used [the power of description] to make them stand on their feet again and look brand new ——But to be honest, since she has put up the shelves, what difference does it make if they are new or old, more or less?
"Let's practice it,"

Lin Sanjiu said softly.As she walked between the shelves, her fingers lightly slid across the goods, casting a long shadow on the concrete floor.This means that the sun has passed the center of the sky and is beginning to tilt towards the west.Five or six hours flew by, and the little progress she had made didn't seem to help her leave.

"Go on, are there any other sundries?"

Teacher Yi was silent for half a second, then suddenly said: "Among the sundries, you just found some off-white fragments, I was always thinking about them for some reason, so I called up the images of those fragments just now, and checked carefully. once."

"and then?"

"No wonder I can't forget it, because it looks familiar." Teacher Yi sighed, "...After putting it together, I found that they are bones."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"Judging from the size and thickness of the bones, it may be the bones of some large animal, or it may be human bones." Teacher Yi thought for a while and added: "Considering that there are more people than cows now, I think it should be the latter. "

　Thank you Bailu Cangcangz, I have heard of i, Yanyunzhou, 179688148277 (the numbers are familiar to me), Emperor Xiaojing, a drowning fish, the sun and the moon are wet, Fujin in Mumbai, magnesium aluminum, ghost reincarnation, Nalan is a foodie, Yi Aifei, Zhenzhen Panda, pymm, Nianhua Jushi, Manzi, etc. everyone's rewards and monthly tickets!I've been feeling a little depressed recently, and I can't cheer up as a whole, and I feel like I've been interrupted more frequently some time ago, and readers have left a lot, and I don't have much motivation.If I see someone complimenting me, my first reaction is "Don't praise me, it's not good", and when I see someone saying it's not good, I will be even more depressed... It's really a tail that is useless for a bird

　
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