I Was Once a Legend

It's been a long time since I joined the team. She has been lagging behind and has basically not helped others.

Although no one has ever said it, Wangque still feels useless.

It stands to reason that with her ability, she should have been able to do many things.

Wangque lowered his head and responded dumbly.

Cui Zuojing didn't know what he had done to make the girl in front of him instantly unhappy. He touched his nose, it was not easy to ask, patted her shoulder, and turned to find Dong Zheng.

My mind was full of what Luo Luo said in a dream to herself. Wangque didn't even think about retraining. After a while, she left the shooting room and walked to the living room. Fu Zhe and Dong Zheng were sitting on the sofa with a few tables on the table Put Fu Zhe's key and a pen.

Seeing Wangque coming, Cui Zuojing, who was lying on the back of the sofa where Dong Zheng was sitting, lighted his eyes and beckoned: "Right, isn't there one who can paint?"

Wallet: "What's wrong?"

"I want you to do me a favor." Fu Zhe said, "If I remember correctly that Queer is studying art, if you go to draw a door, can it be as real as real?"

Looking at the paintbrush on the table, the winch can't stop shaking with his right hand.

She clenched her fist hard, and once again remembered the eyes of Tan Qiuyu full of hatred and jealousy.

Once upon a time, when she came to the realm of pure white land, she tried to pick up the brush again, and every time, she couldn't help thinking of her death.

After she was pushed down by Tan Qiuyu to die on the rooftop, she was treated as a part of her life, exhausted all her efforts to love her, and cultivate her parents, what now?

She dare not think about it.

Dong Zheng saw her hesitation and contacted Wang Que's various reactions to the matter of painting since the acquaintance. He had a rough guess in his heart and said: "If you don't want to paint, don't force it."

Wangque immediately shook her head-she didn't want to draw!

She pursed her lower lip and thought: Why should she give up her favorite things because of someone else's fault?

From beginning to end, it was her dream.

Wangque took a deep breath, seemed to answer Fu Zhe, and seemed firm to herself: "I can."

She stepped forward and picked up the pen on the table.

An hour later, Dong Zheng and Allen came out of the training room together, and Allen moved his arm numb by the recoil, saying: "Okay, you only learned a few days, and the gun is so stable. ?"

Dong Linhai was praised, hehe smiled and said: "When you hold the gun in your hand, I feel very kind, maybe it is related to its metal texture?"

Fu Zhe did not let the two continue to chat, shouting: "Linhai, come and help me with a test."

"What?" Dong Linhai heard three steps and made two steps to jump down the last few steps. Seeing Wangque sitting on the side, his hands behind his back seemed to be holding something, and he couldn't help showing a silly smile to the girl. .

Fu Zhe pointed to the black key on the table: "I got a new key. You can open the door over there. I can see if I can get the effect I want."

"Good." Dong Linhai took the key and took two steps in the direction indicated by Fu Zhe. Suddenly he said, "When is there a door here? Am I remembering it wrong?"

He turned around and saw that everyone looked the same, and his eyes paused especially on Dong Zheng's face for a few seconds to make sure that the group should not intentionally unite to pit him.

Dong Linhai flipped the key in his palm twice, looked at the keyhole on the door, and inserted the key into it.

Huh?Is this door... a bit wrong?

Dong Linhai thought, before he thought about it, his hand had automatically completed the action of twisting the key—

In the expectant eyes of all the members of the living room, the door opened.

Cui Zuojing cheered and was excited to Fu Zhe who couldn't help smiling: "This is too great!"

And Dong Zheng applauded towards Wangque and said, "I know you can."

Dong Linhai:???

He was full of doubts and reached the peak. Just now, he saw the original flat door suddenly three-dimensional, and then he opened it.

At this time, Dong Linhai saw the paint on Wangque's hands that had not been completely washed away.

Suddenly the teenager understood everything. He stared at the key in his hand and looked at the half-open door again, exclaiming: "No! This key really has all the functions of scp-005?!"

spc-005, the master key, as a classic project of SCP, in addition to being able to open all locks, it also has the most important function-perception.

As long as it is considered by the user as a lock, it can be opened by 005. Similarly, if a lock is disguised as a characteristic of the lock so that the user cannot distinguish it, then 005 will not work.

"This is a part of my ability after gaining full control of the space forces carried in "good will." Fu Zhe explained with a smile, he looked at Wangque, and said, "Of course, thanks to the painting of Queer , Otherwise, where do we get to create the condition that the holder firmly believes that there is a lock?"

"I'm still cheated by cooperating." Dong Linhai touched his nose, closed the door, and sat next to Dong Zheng. He looked at the bird for a few seconds, and finally couldn't hold back, "It's too powerful, since the painting is so good , Then why not paint more?"

"But my teachers all boast about the most talented students, can they paint well?"

Wangque seems to have cast aside all her scruples, revealing her brightest smile after she came to the pure white realm, "From today on, you must be careful not to be deceived by my paintings."

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