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Chapter 3791 Inside and outside the room

Chapter 3790 Inside and outside the room

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

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

She was very fast and drew several pictures in succession, but when she was halfway through the drawings, she stopped, looked at them for a moment, crumpled them into a ball and threw them aside.

There were originally a lot of paper balls on the ground, but now we have new "friends".

Angel looked at this scene and speculated: "Are you trying to imitate Anna? Understand her life, and then use it to break through the cage and draw a design that Anna approves of?"

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

It's different from Anna.

The reason why Anna's house has a bunch of design drafts all over the place is because she can't design unique clothes.

Gleipnir had too many costumes that he could "copy" in his mind. Halfway through copying, he felt that there was something more suitable, so he scrapped the previous design.

Angel: "Actually, you don't have to give up after drawing half of it. You can draw them all and give them to Anna one by one to see which one she likes. In this way, wouldn't the chance of passing the level be higher?"

Graipnir: "When designing something like this, of course we have to pursue perfection. How can we rely on quantity..."

Halfway through speaking, Gleipnir suddenly stopped.

Even the painting hand stopped.

"No, I'm not Luigi, why would I say something like this?" Greipnir noticed something unusual. Whether she was drawing a design draft or her "pursuit of perfection" for the design, it had nothing to do with her true intentions.

!

She looked around and frowned at the cramped room.

After a long while, he said softly: "I feel like this room is affecting my thoughts."

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

Gleipnir frowned and whispered: "You just said that I behave like Anna?"

Angel: "Although I have never seen Anna draw, I can guess something from the messiness of the room. And you just crumpled the paper into a ball in the middle of the drawing and threw it away casually. I feel very similar to Anna."

Graipnir: "So, the abnormality I had just now was caused by Anna affecting me?"

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

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

She decided to draw a design drawing in the corridor to test whether the actual interior and exterior of the room would have an impact on her.

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

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

If you open the paper ball she threw in the room before, you can know that she had painted this tribal-style grass skirt before, but lost it in the middle of the painting in pursuit of "more perfection."

But now, she left the room and painted in the corridor, but she did not have the mentality to pursue "more perfection", and she painted 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 did it seem that there was no problem when I drew the design draft for the first time?

Are you affected?"

"Is it because the mentality is different?"

The first time she drew, Gleipnir didn't care and drew casually. But after being hit with an "X" by Anna, she began to compete seriously, and then she became "influenced".

So, maybe it’s really the mentality?

Of course, Gleipnir was just guessing. Anyway, it was now confirmed that the room was affecting her, so she could just not enter the room.

With this idea in mind, Gleipnir spent a few more minutes drawing a few design drafts in the corridor, which she had crumpled into a ball after half drawing them in the room.

But when painting in the corridor, she can finish it completely.

In addition to the tribal style, there is also the crystal armor style of the Crystal Eyes clan, the functional style of the majestic plane... Gleipnir painted five different styles in succession.

After finishing the painting, I immediately took the design draft to the lake and started "submitting" it.

Before submitting the article, she looked at the dark, cloudless sky: "Are you reading?"

Angel: "Yes."

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

Angel thought for a moment before replying: "This design draft is very typical. In my opinion, it should be passable."

Gleipnir: "Then what if you still fail?"

Angel: "If you still fail, then there are only two possibilities. Either these styles have precedents in the modern city and are not unique enough; or as you guessed before, Anna has her own opinions on whether she is qualified or not.

standards instead of following conventional standards.”

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

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 for a long while before turning around and leaving.

On the way back to the building, Gleipnir asked into the deserted air: "So, which possibility do you think it is? Is there really a precedent in Modern City, or does Anna have her own standards of judgment?"

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

The five design drafts drawn by Gleipnir before came from different civilizations. Some civilizations were mirror domain civilizations, which were almost closed and did not communicate with outsiders.

In this case, Modern City can still find a "precedent", which Angel thinks is unlikely.

Therefore, the most likely possibility is that Anna’s judgment standards are different.

"If Anna's 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 be making progress.

Kaushik, who had been in the security room, walked out of the security room without knowing what he thought of under Starworm's verbal attack.

Walking upstairs step by step.

When Starworm saw this, he was excited. Is this the strategy making progress?!

Starworm suppressed the rotation of the nebula under the brick mask and quickly followed.

Kaushik didn't say anything about Starworm following him, but silently 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.

Starworm also followed in.

After entering the door, I discovered that Kaushik's dormitory had almost no furniture, only a bed and basic daily necessities.

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

"But I'm just an ordinary, old man messing around."

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

Kaushik looked calm, and seemed to be helpless because he was entangled by the star bug, so he took him to his dormitory and let the star bug investigate.

But Angel could clearly see through God's perspective that Kaushik seemed helpless on the surface, but his eyes were always observing the starworm.

He seems to be thinking about something.

Starworm didn't notice Kaushik's eyes, or in other words, he noticed it, but he didn't show it openly.

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

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

However, the room is small and clean, as you can see at a glance, there is no furniture at all.

If I had to say something unique, it might be the "photo wall" on the wall above Kaushik's bed.

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

"These photos..." Starworm couldn't help but get closer.

Kaushik lowered his head: "I took all the photos, it's over..."

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

Leaving aside other general background information for now, Kaushik's message clearly mentions that Kaushik always remains silent every time he mentions his past. Perhaps, he has some unknown secrets hidden in him.

The NPC information has made it clear that there is a secret in Kaushik's past.

Moreover, the name of the side quest triggered by contact with Kaushik also has something to do with the "past": time is a circle.

Now, Kaushik says the photos are "in the past."

Then the situation is very clear. There is a high probability that Kaushik’s secret is hidden in these photos!

With expectations, Starworm carefully observed every photo, trying to find clues to the mission.



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

Kaushik himself needs to add it.

Now that Kaushik has brought the starworm here, as long as the starworm does not derail, it should be able to receive follow-up missions.

Seeing this, Angel didn't think about it any more, he just needed to wait and see what happened.

Angel retracted his gaze from the "distant place" and looked closer again.

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

However, he had no intention of going to Tina Entertainment, but turned a corner and walked to another road.

After walking about fifty meters further, Angel looked at a bakery on the street.

The warm light dissipates the dark night. Combined with the aroma wafting from the store, it gives you a sense of "belonging" in the rain.

But what attracted Angel was not the bakery itself, but the bench in front of the bakery.

Zuniga was lying on the bench and fell asleep.

Sitting on the other end of the bench was a young man wearing an apron. Judging from his attire, he must be a clerk in a bakery.

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

The clerk with a gentle temperament was sitting at the other end of the bench, holding a glass of hot milk, looking at the dark rain curtain, and talking to himself in a low voice.

"Just letting homeless people sleep on the chairs in front of the store shouldn't violate the terms set by the store manager, right?" The young clerk said with a bit of anxiety. After all, the store manager clearly requested that no disheveled people be allowed into the store.

inside.

This homeless guy definitely doesn't meet the standards of a store manager.

But he doesn't let the homeless man into the store now, he just rests at the door... The store manager won't blame me when he sees it, right?

Although he was feeling uneasy, he did not think about driving Zuniga away. He was an old man under the heavy acid rain. If he didn't help him, something might happen.

When deciding between the possibility of being fired and the possibility of something happening to the old man, he chose the former.

"But the milk is almost cold, why hasn't he woke up yet?" The young man glanced at Zuniga worriedly, especially at his chest carefully to make sure it was still rising and falling steadily, and then he looked away.

"I must be too tired. I should wake up after a short nap." He felt the cold rain outside, looked at Zuniga's thin clothes, and finally walked back to the store, took out his clothes and gave them to him.

Zuniga put it on.

Then he continued to sit in front of the store and waited silently.

"If he doesn't wake up, you won't be sitting here waiting for him to wake up, right?"

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

He looked up following the sound and saw a man standing there under the corner wall lamp a few meters away, looking this way.

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

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

Angel nodded.

The young clerk scratched the back of his head: "His breathing is steady, he probably won't sleep for that long."

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

The young man thought for a moment and said, "I get off work at 4 a.m., and if he hasn't woken up by then, I have no choice but to wake him up."

Angel: “What if I can’t wake up even if I call?”

The young man had doubts in his eyes: "It shouldn't happen, right?"

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

When the young man turned around, he saw a 100 Modern Coin on the armrest.

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

"Sir! Sir! One hundred Mordencoins is too many!"

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

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

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

"At least, hold an umbrella..."

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


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