Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 3790 Inside and outside the room

During this process, Angel did not forget to observe the situation of Gleipnir and Starworm.

In the messy and narrow room, Gleipnir started drawing the design again.

She drew several pictures in a row very quickly, but she stopped halfway through, then examined them for a moment, crumpled them into a ball and threw them aside.

There were already many paper balls on the ground, and now there are new "friends".

Angel looked at this scene and speculated: "Are you learning from Anna? Understand her life, and then break through the cage and draw a design that Anna approves?"

Gleipnir: "No, I just thought of a better design halfway through the drawing."

Unlike Anna.

The reason why Anna's design drafts were crumpled on the ground at home was because she couldn't design unique clothes.

Gleipnir had too many clothes that could be "copied" in his mind. When he copied halfway, he felt that there was a more suitable one, so he crumpled the previous design.

Angel: "You don't have to give up halfway through. You can draw all of them and give them to Anna one by one to see which one she likes. In this way, the chance of passing the level will be higher, right?"

Gleipnir: "For design, of course, we must pursue perfection. How can we rely on quantity..."

Gleipnir suddenly stopped talking.

Even his hand stopped drawing.

"No, I'm not Luigi. Why would I say such a thing?" Gleipnir noticed something unusual. Whether she was drawing the design draft or pursuing "perfection" in the design, it had nothing to do with her heart!

She looked around and frowned at the cramped room.

After a long while, he whispered, "I feel like this room seems to be affecting my thoughts."

Angel: "...I can see it."

Gleipnir frowned and whispered, "You just said that my behavior is very similar to Anna?"

Angel: "Although I have never seen Anna painting, I can guess from the messiness of the room. And you just crumpled up the paper halfway through the painting and threw it away casually, which feels very similar to Anna."

Gleipnir: "So, my abnormality just now, is it Anna affecting me?"

Angel: "I don't know, but I don't feel any residual energy in the room."

Gleipnir pondered for a few seconds, took a pen and paper and walked directly out of the room, and she came to the corridor.

She decided to draw a design in the corridor to test whether the inside and outside of the room would really affect her.

The corridor was dark, but with the faint light projected from the door, she could still barely see the brushstrokes on the paper. She sketched slowly, and a new design draft came out a few minutes later.

This design is a primitive tribal style sleeveless collar with a brown grass skirt.

If you unpack the paper ball she threw in the room before, you can know that she had drawn this tribal style grass skirt before, but she threw it away halfway through in pursuit of "more perfection".

But now, she left the room and drew in the corridor, but she did not have the mentality of pursuing "more perfection", and she drew it easily.

Seeing this scene, Gleipnir looked at the dimly lit concierge with some thoughts in his eyes: "It seems that it is indeed a problem with the room. But why didn't I seem to be affected when I drew the design for the first time?"

"Is it because of a different mentality?"

When she drew it for the first time, Gleipnir didn't care and drew it casually. But after being marked "X" by Anna, she began to compete seriously, and then she was "affected".

So, maybe it is really the mentality?

Of course, Gleipnir is just guessing casually. Anyway, it has been confirmed that it is the room that is affecting her, so she just doesn't enter the room.

With this idea in mind, Gleipnir spent a few more minutes drawing several design drafts in the corridor, all of which she had previously drawn halfway in her room and crumpled into a ball.

But when drawing in the corridor, she was able to finish the drawing completely.

In addition to the tribal style, there was also the crystal armor style of the Crystal Eye Tribe, the functional style of the Grand Plane... Gleipnir drew five different styles in a row.

After finishing the drawing, she immediately took the design draft to the lakeside to start "submitting" the draft.

Before submitting her work, she looked at the dark and cloudless sky: "Are you looking at it?"

Angel: "Yes."

Gleipnir: "Do you think I can pass this time?"

Angel thought for a moment before answering: "This time the design drafts are very typical. In my opinion, they should be able to pass."

Gleipnir: "What if it still fails?"

Angel: "If it still fails, there are only two possibilities. Either these styles have precedents in Modern City and are not unique enough; or, as you guessed before, Anna has her own standards for whether it is qualified or not, instead of using the conventional standards."

Gleipnir nodded, without commenting on Angel's words, and directly threw the five design drafts into the lake one by one.

A few seconds later, five design drafts floated out of the lake, each with a dark "X" on it.

Obviously, Anna was not satisfied with these five design drafts.

Gleipnir did not curse Anna this time, but stared at the lake quietly, and turned away after a long while.

On the way back to the building, Gleipnir asked the empty air, "So, what do you think is the possibility? Is there really a precedent in Modern City, or does Anna have her own criteria for judgment?"

Angel: "I don't know, but if I have to say, I would choose the latter."

The five design drafts drawn by Gleipnir before came from different civilizations. Some of them were from the Mirror Realm, which were almost closed and did not communicate with outsiders.

In this case, it is unlikely that Modern City can still find a "precedent".

So, the biggest possibility is that Anna's judgment criteria are different.

"If Anna's judgment criteria are different, how should I complete this random task?" Gleipnir fell into deep thought...

At the same time, the situation on the Starworm side seemed to have made progress.

Kaushik, who had been in the security room, came out of the security room under the Starworm's language offensive.

Walked upstairs step by step.

Seeing this, the Starworm was excited. Is this a progress in the strategy? !

The Starworm suppressed the rotation of the nebula under the brick mask and hurried to follow.

Kaushik did not express any opinion about the Starworm following him. He just quietly came to the security dormitory on the second floor. There were two rooms in this dormitory, and Kaushik lived in a smaller room.

He opened the door and walked in.

The Starworm followed him in.

After entering the door, he found that Kaushik's dormitory had almost no furniture, only a bed and basic living utensils.

Kaushik sat on the bed and looked at the Starworm with turbid eyes: "I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you are interested in an old man like me."

"But I'm just an ordinary old man who lives a lazy life."

"If you don't believe it, you can see it for yourself." Kaushik: "All my things are here."

Kaushik looked calm, and it seemed that he was a little helpless because of being entangled by the Starworm, so he took him to his dormitory and let the Starworm investigate.

But Angel could clearly see from the perspective of God that Kaushik seemed helpless on the surface, but his eyes were always observing the Starworm.

It seemed that he was thinking about something.

Starworm didn't notice Kaushik's look, or maybe he noticed it, but he didn't show it on the surface.

Since Kaushik asked him to "see for himself" in the room, maybe the key to triggering the task is here?

With expectation, Starworm began to look for the peculiarities in the room.

However, the room was small and clean, and you could see the bottom at a glance. There was no furniture.

If you have to say something peculiar, it might be the "photo wall" on the wall at the head of Kaushik's bed.

A one-meter square wooden board was nailed to the wall, and dozens of photos were stuck on the board in a messy manner, from black and white to color. The scenes and characters in the photos were also completely different.

"These photos..." Starworm couldn't help but approach.

Kaushik lowered his head: "I took them all, and they are in the past..."

Photos from the past? Starworm silently turned his head to look at Kaushik. To be precise, he was not looking at Kaushik himself, but the NPC information floating on him.

Without mentioning other background information, it is clearly mentioned in Kaushik's information: Kaushik always keeps silent when he mentions his past. Perhaps, he has some unknown secrets.

NPC information has made it clear that Kaushik's past has secrets.

Moreover, the name of the side quest triggered by contacting Kaushik is also somewhat related to the "past": time is a circle.

And now, Kaushik said that these photos have "gone".

Then the situation is very clear. There is a high probability that these photos contain Kaushik's secrets!

With hope, Starworm carefully observed each photo, trying to find clues to the task.

...

Angel naturally saw the photo wall, and he did find something in the photo, but the full picture cannot be inferred from the information in the photo alone.

It still needs Kaushik himself to supplement.

Since Kaushik has brought the Starworm here, as long as the Starworm does not go off track, it should be able to receive subsequent tasks.

Seeing this, Angel did not think about it any more, just need to wait and see.

Angel's eyes were retracted from the "far away" and looked at the near again.

At this time, he was very close to the building of Tina Entertainment.

However, he did not plan to go to Tina Entertainment, but turned a corner and walked to another road.

After walking about 50 meters forward, Angel looked at a bakery on the street.

The warm light dispelled the dark night. With the fragrance coming out of the store, there was a sense of "belonging" in the rain.

However, it was not the bakery itself that attracted Angel, but the bench at the door of the bakery.

Zuniga was lying on the bench and sleeping.

At the other end of the bench sat a young man wearing an apron. Judging from his clothes, he should be a clerk in the bakery.

It was he who, together with the owner of a nearby store, moved Zuniga, who was sleeping on the street, to the bench under the eaves.

The gentle clerk was sitting at the other end of the bench, holding a cup of hot milk, looking at the dark rain curtain, and whispering to himself.

"Just letting the homeless man sleep on the chair at the door of the store should not violate the terms set by the store manager, right?" The young clerk said with a bit of trepidation, after all, the store manager clearly required that no disheveled people be allowed into the store.

This homeless man definitely does not meet the store manager's standards.

But he didn't let the homeless man into the store now, just resting at the door... The store manager shouldn't blame me if he sees it, right?

Although he was worried, he did not think of driving Zuniga away. It was raining acid, and this was an old man. If he did not help, something might happen.

In the choice between being fired and the old man getting into trouble, he chose the former.

"But the milk is almost cold, why hasn't he woken up yet?" The young man looked at Zuniga worriedly, especially staring at his chest carefully, and only retracted his gaze after making sure it was still rising and falling steadily.

"He must be too tired, he should wake up after a while of sleep." He felt the cold rain outside, looked at Zuniga's thin clothes, and finally walked back to the store, took out his clothes, and put them on Zuniga.

Then he continued to sit at the door of the store, waiting silently.

"If he doesn't wake up, you won't sit here and wait for him to wake up, right?"

At this time, a voice came into the young man's ears.

He looked up and saw a man standing under the wall lamp at the corner a few meters away, looking over here.

Because he was standing under the wall lamp, the halo shone directly on his face without reservation, making his face completely hidden in the dazzling light, and it was difficult to see his appearance for a while.

The young clerk looked around and made sure that there was no one else around, then he pointed at himself carefully: "Are you talking to me?"

Angel nodded.

The young clerk scratched the back of his head: "His breathing is stable, he shouldn't sleep that long."

"I'm talking about...if."

The young man thought for a while and said: "I get off work at 4 am. If he doesn't wake up by then, I can only wake him up."

Angel: "What if I can't wake him up?"

The young man looked puzzled: "It shouldn't be that bad, right?"

Angel didn't say anything else, but pointed to the handrail on his right: "There are 100 modern coins there. If he doesn't wake up after that, send him to a nearby hotel."

The young man turned around and saw a 100 modern coin on the handrail.

"Ah? Sir, do you know him?" He turned around and wanted to ask Angel, but saw that Angel had turned around and walked into the rain.

"Sir! Sir! One hundred modern coins is too much!"

Angel's voice floated into his ears from the rain: "I don't know him, just like you, I just met him for the first time. As for the one hundred, the rest is your hard work fee."

The young man said "Huh", ran into the store quickly, took two umbrellas, and wanted to chase him out.

But when he came to the corner and looked at the street ahead, he only saw the long street rain curtain, but did not see a person walking in the rain.

"At least, you hold an umbrella..."

Looking at the umbrella in his hand, the young man sighed and finally returned to the bakery.