Doomsday Wonderland

With a jolt, Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes and took a deep breath - she was awakened by waves of intense fear of "worrying that she had overslept." After she fell asleep, it seemed that Teacher Yi could only wake her up through this method; it was not gentle, but it was very effective.

For someone who hadn't slept in several days, a thirty-minute nap only made her feel more groggy and had a splitting headache when she woke up. Every time she blinked, her eyelids were scratching and hurting her eyes. .

The copy remained quiet, as if it didn't mind that she spent time sleeping.

"Look for the exit, right..." She climbed up with her heavy body and looked around. She didn't know what the ruins were used for before. It was several hundred square meters in size - or larger, she couldn't tell the exact number.

Lin Sanjiu picked up the pile of weeds that still had body heat and threw them all out of the cement ground. The concrete floor looked as if it had been gnawed by wild animals, its jagged edges disappearing into the weeds. Patting the dust off her body, she called for a bottle of water, drank half of it, and washed her face with the rest, finally regaining her energy.

"This place is already in ruins, and there is no door. Since the dungeon wants me to find a door, it obviously refers to the door of this building before it was destroyed... But even the wall is almost gone, how can I Any idea where its previous door was?”

And it just happened that at this time, the [combat item] was accidentally lost again. There are a few suitable items in [NOTEBOOK]. If the [combat items] are not lost, maybe she can rebuild them——

"Wait a minute," Lin Sanjiu clapped her hands suddenly and her eyes lit up: "By the way, that one should come in handy!"

"Got an idea?" Teacher Yi sounded relieved.

"Let me try first, I might be able to find a clue."

Using the remaining ruins as "markers", Lin Sanjiu first determined a boundary of the secret room. This line should be its "long" - because from the remains of this room, it seems to be a rectangle.

Walking along this "long" edge and down the concrete floor, she pushed aside the grass within the boundary and searched back and forth with her eyes.

If she walked too far in the grass, the scene would happen again: she would find herself walking into the concrete again, and everything around her would seem to have stayed the same. So Lin Sanjiu looked back from time to time as he walked, carefully maintaining the distance between himself and the concrete floor, and at the same time being careful not to cross the boundary.

When her toes hit a hard board, she felt a slight movement in her heart.

Parting through the grass, she found a broken concrete floor beneath her feet, about the size of a human head. There were some gravel and broken cement piled around it, which had turned a thick yellowish brown color over time.

"I knew it!" The first guess was confirmed, and Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but smile: "The relatively complete cement floor just now is not all... This secret room is bigger than I thought."

For some reason that has been lost to time, part of the concrete floor in the secret room was damaged and eroded more seriously, leaving only a few faint traces in the grass.

This broken cement board should be enough, right?

She was a little unsure, so she called out the card and looked at it carefully - after all, this was a special item she had just acquired, and she was not very familiar with it.

[The power of description]

This special item comes from a novel author's confession. The following is a record compiled by his friends based on a conversation one night.

"This is too embarrassing," the novelist A complained. "People nowadays - including me of course - are becoming more and more impetuous. If a story still fails to grab people in the first few minutes, the book will be written off. I threw it away and stopped reading it. If I describe the environment, weather, and mood even a little bit, some readers will scold you for being stupid."

He drank too much beer, his cheeks turned red, and he looked more like a middle-aged and frustrated uncle than before.

"For example, in the previous sentence," A pointed upward and said, "If you don't describe the character's appearance, how can you establish the character's image? If you don't describe the details of the environment, how can you have an immersive and realistic feeling? The devil is in the details. Well. I can't just throw away all my flesh and blood and leave only an outline for people to see... Wait, do you think I look like a middle-aged uncle who has lost his ambition?"

After the two discussed their career, age, hairline, etc., A picked up the complaint just now.

"Three," he said suddenly and proudly for some reason, "only three or more details can give people a sense of reality. For example, the single sofa you are sitting on has a very pressed cushion. It’s so thin that you can feel the hardness of the wooden frame of the sofa. There is a layer of cat hair on the dark green fabric. The sofa, like the room, always exudes a sour smell. How about it, it suddenly feels real. ?”

… He should probably buy a new sofa. But such a down and out author must not have money to replace furniture.

"Oh, I really hope everyone can realize the power of description." A finally sighed and ended the topic.

As its name suggests, this article helps everyone realize the power of description. Description shapes details, and details create reality. When users describe the surrounding environment, objects, people, weather... and add or change some details on the basis of facts, the more detailed and detailed the description, the more likely they are to put things in the direction of their description. Change.

To be on the safe side, Lin Sanjiu decided to try it on herself first.

"Uh... my black boots," she looked down at her feet, "what are they called? Forget it. They seem to be made of leather, very tough and very old. The wrinkles on the instep are all white. …The straps were originally black and now they’re a dirty gray.”

It seems like she should change her shoes.

What details should I add next?

"There is a starfish pattern on the left boot, which is sewn out of bright yellow leather. The stitching is also the same color, and it is so fine and dense that you can't see it unless you get close..." As she said, she raised her left foot and looked at it.

"Huh?" Even though she had expected it, she was still a little surprised: "Starfish look so ugly with boots..."

"Hurry up and get down to business!" Teacher Yi urged.

Lin Sanjiu kicked away the grass and stood next to the broken cement. She looked at the floor of the secret room not far away, and then at the boundary line she had determined.

"This room is paved with cement floors," she looked at the secret room and described it according to its appearance - in order to recreate its original appearance as much as possible, she chose those that were less affected by time as much as possible. detail. "...The ground is painted very smoothly, and the cement naturally shows different shades of gray. UU Reading www.uｋｋｈhu.net On the other side is the wall of the room, which is painted with white wall paint..."

The real challenge begins now.

"The cement floor spreads from the bottom of the wall to the door..." Lin Sanjiu tightly clutched the pen-like [Power of Description] and kept praying in her heart that this method would work: "A whole piece of cement The floor covers the room smoothly, with occasionally a few fine lines, which seem to be caused by cracks..."

She waited with bated breath for a while, but the scenery in front of her didn't change at all.

After taking a look at the ugly starfish on his left foot, Lin Sanjiu frowned and looked at the secret room for a while. The cement floor was not spread out as she expected, and was still scattered in pieces on the land.

"Could it be the reason why you said 'spread to the gate'?" Teacher Yi thought for a moment and suggested: "After all, you don't know where the gate is. This detail has no basis in fact at all."

Sure enough, the copy is not that simple.

Lin Sanjiu originally was just trying his luck, but now he was not disappointed. She stepped on the piece of broken cement that was finally unearthed and said softly: "Then let's spread it all the way here?"

Before he finished speaking, the concrete floor of the secret room in front of him suddenly moved. As if life suddenly came to life, it surged forward bit by bit, slowly connecting with each other, including the fragments under her feet, all connected into one piece; dust, sand, grass blades, plant roots... everything They were all suppressed underneath, just like when it was first built. The flat and smooth cement floor had a faint gray glow in the sunlight.

Sure enough, the concrete floor stopped at her feet, and the edges were still bumpy, apparently because they hadn't touched the other side of the room.

"If I can find more clues..." Lin Sanjiu smiled with surprise, "Then I can reconstruct the entire room!"