Holding a pen in his hand, Lin Sanjiu stood on the ground in a daze, his clothes soaked in water, and his skin was stifled heavily. The house has been largely restored to its original state, and the doors and walls have been erected again; It's just that it's still wet inside. No matter it's a sofa or a carpet, you can squeeze out a bubble of water as soon as you press it.

"Hello," Bohemia suddenly called her, "what are you stunned about? We are all waiting, what is the reverse? Do you think I'm really curious about what you lifted, I'm polite, you don't hurry up."

"Oh," Lin Sanjiu suddenly recovered, "I may have been in a coma for too long... Now I'm a little confused."

She hesitated for a moment, only to feel that her mind was full of clutter, like a heavy fog, and all kinds of thoughts were not very clear; As for the abnormality of [flat world], she seemed to be looking at the shadow of the tree through the fog at the moment. She was vaguely unsure - "the reverse" was almost just an intuition generated by her subconscious, but she didn't know how to "reverse" it.

In the past, she took out materials from the real world and turned them into cards; Then maybe the things drawn on the card can become materials in the real world?

Lin Sanjiu's mind moved, and there was a card in his hand.

Her card library has long been empty. It is reasonable that she can't call out any cards except functional cards such as diary cards or Nostradamus cards. But now... Lin Sanjiu looked down at the card in his hand.

The card was white, as if waiting for her to add content.

With some hesitation, Lin Sanjiu slowly drew a curved black line on the white card. The black line remained motionless on the paper for a few seconds, and nothing happened - she tried several times to remove the card and turn it into an object, but the card didn't respond at all.

"What is this?" Bohemia leaned over and asked, "what are you going to turn it into?"

"Head, hair?" Lin Sanjiu himself was not very confident, so he raised the card and showed it to the crowd, "isn't it?"

Yuan Xiangxi narrowed his eyes and looked at the black line pretending to be his hair for a while. "Are you not very good at painting?"

"What painting skills do you need for a hair?"

"It depends on whether you want to draw realistically. A hair and a line are different," Yuan Xiangxi hugged his arm and said, "the hair root is thick, the hair is thin, the top and bottom are different, and it still has luster. This is a black line drawn casually with a pen."

Lin Sanjiu really didn't know that hair used to be so exquisite.

"You draw well, you come," Bohemia said, pushing his shoulder.

"Although I know a lot," Yuan Xiangxi raised his face at a loss, not embarrassed at all. "But I don't know much about it."

The Puppeteer silently lowered his head and pressed his temples several times.

Is it because the painting doesn't look like it that it doesn't become material?

"Someone can draw!" Lin Sanjiu thought of this, took a sudden breath, and suddenly remembered that there was a special item missing in front of him: "I have a human shaped item, which is a painter. Let him try it - Hey, where is he? Don't you see it?"

Several people shook their heads.

"We were all standing outside the house in the rain at that time," Bohemia complained. "Your broken container smashed the house. Who knows what happened inside - what does your suddenly enlightened face mean? Do you think we had nothing to break the house just now for fun?"

It wasn't the puppet master who lost his temper.

Lin Sanjiu thought of the painter, and naturally remembered that he had another human object; After a closer look at the special items gathered in the living room, I found that several items were missing, probably because I didn't know where they were scattered in the process of demolishing the house - at present, except for the puppet master who refused to help, the others were scattered in the house, shouting "painter, mentor!", While looking around at all corners, looking for the fish that slipped through the net.

Those two masters are human shaped objects, so they have neither breath nor heartbeat. If they hide and don't talk and move, they are no different from a table and a chair in essence, even for evolutionists. The crowd looked around and found nothing special except a wooden crate that had been thrown over somehow under the stairs on the first floor.

As a horse and a toaster, Lin Sanjiu and J7 have a small range of independent activities, not to mention going upstairs - after all, no one has the reason to let a horse and a toaster wander around. Seeing the hostess take the cat to the second floor, one horse and one machine are still under the pressure of the male owner's eyes. After a while, even their stumbling chat with each other gradually died out, and J7 seems to be starting to sit and stand uneasy.

"You, you're all right?" Lin Sanjiu hardened his scalp and greeted the Puppeteer.

The living room was quiet, only the sound of trampling on the floor and the faint voice of Bohemia came from my head. The Puppeteer looked at his fingers and turned a deaf ear.

"I don't know if there is a hair dryer here..."

Lin Sanjiu looked over his card several times and found that the black line drawn by the pen could be erased and started over again - as she wiped the card clean, she said without saying anything, "it's very uncomfortable to be wet, isn't it?"

"How can I feel bad when I see you?" The Puppet Master said politely.

Lin Sanjiu shut up, and after several words tumbling in his stomach for a while, he finally said, "that... That mountain forest is also a copy? I seem to start to slowly remember what happened in the mountain forest."

"It's nice of you to start remembering after everything has been solved." The Puppeteer seemed to praise her. "A fool's life is without troubles."

The living room was silent again. After two seconds, J7 suddenly stretched out a mechanical arm and pulled the corner of Lin Sanjiu.

"Is this what you humans often say," it asked with a scientific attitude, "... 'killing chatting'?"

Even she can't answer now, can she?

Just when Lin Sanjiu didn't know what to say, he heard Bohemia scream suddenly from his head; As soon as she was excited, she heard yuan Xiangxi's vague voice ring, "here! On the floor!"

... in the floor?

Lin Sanjiu and J7 both raised their heads towards the sky flower board. A footstep thumped and ran past, shaking the chandelier on the ceiling; Bohemia's voice immediately rang out at the entrance of the stairs and shouted downstairs, "I have found them, and they are both blocked!"

"What's going on?" Lin Sanjiu hurried to the stairwell. He wanted to go upstairs but didn't move. He just asked, "what's meant by being sealed?"

She had never felt so contradictory: she knew that in front of her was just an ordinary staircase; But in her eyes, it was so narrow and fragile that she didn't want to put her feet on it.

Before answering her, Bohemia first made a gesture to the room and asked yuan Xiangxi to "dismantle it!", Then he turned around and answered, "they were probably thrown up by the impact. I don't know why they didn't know to run like two silly moths. As a result, when the house began to recover, they were wrapped in it... It was frightening. The life teacher had a face on the wall, and his facial features protruded outward... Is the painter in the other floor? His big head rushed down, and his feet kicked straight in midair."

Lin Sanjiu really wanted to go up and have a look, but as a horse, xiaofangtang wandered around the stairs several times and still didn't dare to go upstairs. Bohemia probably saw her dilemma, looked back, and hurriedly shouted, "go to the living room and wait! If you smash the floor, he can just fall into the living room."

J7 buzzed behind Lin Sanjiu, and stopped at the door of the living room. When the puppet master also stood up and stood in the corner with his chair, the ceiling had begun to tremble and tremble, and the chandelier also shook violently; The toaster looked at it for a while, and suddenly a very human sigh came out: "it's not easy to copy the doomsday world."

As soon as its voice fell, the ceiling collapsed just at this time.

Wood, smoke, and chandeliers splashed from the air, and a figure fell down with it, hitting the mud and water floor of the living room with a heavy bang. The barrel, brush, and paint tube immediately bloomed in the air. The painter was lying on the ground in the ruins. It seemed that he had not recovered from the state of being completely sealed into the floor for a while, and it took a long time to tremble.

"Don't come here," Yuan Xiangxi's face flashed through the big hole and told the bottom, "there's more."

With this warning, the wall on the other side above the ceiling also began to vibrate and make a dull sound. Probably the two human shaped objects were wrapped close to each other. When the wall was finally broken, the other end of the ceiling was also broken; On the second floor, which was repaired with great difficulty, half of it immediately leaked down and crashed on the ground together.

After the smoke and dust cleared up, Lin Sanjiu coughed and picked up the painter. It was not easy for him to make his requirements clear - the painter probably didn't expect to start painting just after coming out of the floor, so he had to hold a blank card in one hand and look for painting tools in the debris on the ground. Until the second floor was blown down in half, Lin Sanjiu found that she had many small things wrapped in the second floor. No wonder she couldn't find them just now; Until now, the floor was smashed, and they poured down with the building debris, rolling all over the ground.

"Is there any unknown situation after the ability upgrade?"

Probably after hearing the conversation just now, the life instructor stood up from the ruins with a gray face, and did not forget to hold his chest high: "you can ask me for advice on a special item once, so you can think about it. You know, making the right choice at the critical moment can help you save a lot of detours... Oh, you see, use this."

Lin Sanjiu followed his sign and his eyes fell on a glass bottle rolling across the floor.

That glass bottle contains several colorful round candies; When it gently hit the tip of the dark leather boots, the splashing colored candy finally quieted down in the bottle. She watched the Puppeteer bend down, stretch out a thin hand like ice flakes, and slowly picked up the small bottle.

He raised the glass bottle, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and his hand shook.

The candy shook and rang a few times, and the luster of the glass fell into the Puppeteer's pupil.

"Who gave you this?" He opened his mouth to the glass bottle in a low voice, and his voice was full of incomprehensible meanings - like ridicule and sadness. The bright powder in the corner of his eyes suddenly flickered, which more and more reflected the calm silence in his black and white eyes.

"... Gong Daoyi." Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth and found his voice a little trembling: "what's wrong with it?"

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes... I have." As she answered, she felt her heart sinking slowly.

The Puppeteer breathed softly, and the black eardrop on his right ear swayed slightly with his movements. "It's mixed with something else," he said hoarsely, taking back his eyes from Lin Sanjiu. "After you eat it, you'll forget something."