Lu Xiaofeng, who was closest, immediately picked up the key and asked incredulously, "Where did this come from?"

Nobody paid him any attention.

Lu Xiaofeng got up: "That's not right, there's no keyhole on the door either."

He thought of comparing the objects carefully by the door, but then he remembered the initial barrage of arrows and hesitated.

Wang Mei rolled her eyes again in the shadows, then flashed to Lu Xiaofeng's side and snatched the key.

The next second, Wang Mei had moved to the door.

Wang Mei touched the door up and down; it was very smooth and there was indeed no keyhole.

Wang Mei held up the key and asked Xia Chuhe, "Lord, what's next..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door rumbled open from the middle and slid into the walls on both sides.

...

Everyone fell silent upon seeing the scene behind the door.

Only Xia Chuhe curled his lips, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought."

There's another door behind the door.

An opaque door, an endless expanse of white walls, a table on the left with a water bottle and a signboard on it, and a shelf on the right with magazines and...

"Huh? Where's the toilet paper?" Lu Xiaofeng, who was the first to rush over, asked.

Xia Chuhe walked through the first door, his gaze sweeping over the green plants beside it, and reminded everyone, "There are two more potted plants."

Xia Chuhe couldn't help but wonder, was Lu Xiaofeng really someone with malicious intentions? Who would send such a fool to infiltrate?

Compared to Lu Xiaofeng, she cared more about Wang Mei.

Wang Mei remained calm and composed, and was also very obedient. She was exactly the kind of undercover agent Xia Chuhe envisioned.

...

Lu Xiaofeng squatted down in front of the green plants, looked up at the crowd, and said, "Shall we dig out the soil and take a look? Maybe the key is hidden inside?"

Wang Mei teased him, "Good idea, go for it."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

He said that in the hopes that someone else would take action. But now that everyone is watching him, he has no choice but to do it himself to verify his suspicions.

Lu Xiaofeng was painstakingly digging at the soil next to the green plants, while Xia Chuhe was rummaging through the shelves again, where she found a pen clipped to a magazine.

One less roll of paper, but one more pen and two more potted plants.

In this situation, you need to find a way to turn the pen and the green plant into paper, and then repeat the previous operation. You should be able to find the key.

Xia Chuhe held his pen in deep thought. What was the connection between the pen, the green plant, and the toilet paper?

"I don't have the key." Lu Xiaofeng finished digging and casually wiped himself on his clothes.

03 gave him a disdainful look and silently moved a little further away.

The two green plants lay pitifully on the ground, their roots exposed to the air. Lu Xiaofeng dug them up very cleanly, even removing the soil from the roots.

Xia Chuhe held up a pen: "How can we turn pens and green plants into toilet paper? Do you have any ideas?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "What's the connection between the three? You think turning it into toilet paper will give you a key? That's too simplistic."

Xia Chuhe gave a casual "hmm" and only answered his second question.

"How can you be so sure?" Lu Xiaofeng asked again.

"Experience." Xia Chuhe's two words choked him back.

Lu Xiaofeng interrupted, and Xia Chuhe remembered that the relationship between green plants and toilet paper was obvious—trees can be used to make paper.

In the papermaking process, all that's missing is a paper mill.

What does a pen have to do with a paper mill?

The others couldn't offer any good ideas; they just stood there pretending to look for clues.

Liao Ning, whose superpowers were ineffective, was racking her brains to avoid holding everyone back. Unfortunately, she had never played this kind of game before and rarely participated in puzzle-solving activities, so she couldn't come up with anything for the time being.

Xia Chuhe opened a magazine, found a relatively blank space, and casually drew a pie in the sky.

Immediately, there was a slight increase in weight in my hand.

The pie in the magazine is gone; in its place is a real pie.

Xia Chuhe smiled. Ma Liang's magic brush—that's quite a good thing. Now she understood the connection between the brush and the paper mill.

Xia Chuhe handed the pancake to 03: "Are you hungry? Here, have a pancake."

She's a classmate from class 02, so she should help take care of her.

03 Shakes head, doesn't answer.

Lu Xiaofeng reached out his hand without ceremony: "I'm hungry."

Xia Chuhe broke off half and gave it to him.

Lu Xiaofeng asked as he chewed, "Where did this come from? It tastes good."

Xia Chuhe watched as he swallowed it without any problems before slowly saying, "It was drawn with a divine brush."

Lu Xiaofeng had a piece of pancake stuck in his throat; swallowing it wasn't an option, nor was leaving it.

Xia Chuhe held up the pancake and asked again if anyone wanted some. Only after receiving a negative answer did she slowly eat it. Just as Lu Xiaofeng had said, it tasted good.

Xia Chuhe took a pen and drew a gun in the same spot on the magazine.

The actual object appeared: a delicate and beautiful pistol.

Xia Chuhe played with it for a while, but he couldn't remove the magazine. Perhaps it was a dungeon item and didn't require bullets.

Xia Chuhe fired a shot at the door with some anticipation. A thin jet of water shot out from the muzzle. The range was extremely short, and not a single drop of water hit the door; it all landed in front of his feet.

It has no lethality, but is extremely insulting.

A scary little toy that can be taken home to amuse the baby. Adhering to the spirit of diligence and thrift, Xia Chuhe added it to the farm.

She drew another dagger, also an unsharpened, weak-powered dagger.

I probably can't draw anything that's really lethal anymore.

Liao Ning, who had been watching Xia Chuhe's movements, reminded her, "The pen is changing."

There is a thin line on one side of the pen.

After drawing three things, the thin lines became shorter.

Xia Chuhe guessed that this was the capacity of the ink and brush. The game limited the capacity to prevent players from creating things without limit.

We can't waste any more.

The magazine pages were too small, so Xia Chuhe looked around and decided to draw on the wall. She drew a large square house on the wall and wrote on it—"A Notice..."

The pen is out of ink.

Liao Ning was getting anxious and subconsciously asked Xia Chuhe, "What should we do?"

Xia Chuhe glanced at her: "A good game is never unsolvable."

Unsolvable, ad-baited mini-games are garbage, a cancer in the industry.

Xia Chuhe believes that any product from this site will be of the highest quality.

She placed the dagger she had drawn next to her pen, and the dagger gradually disappeared, while the ink on the pen grew a little.

Xia Chuhe took out a water gun and did the same thing.

The pancake that's been eaten can't be spat out; hopefully, the remaining ink will be enough.

Xia Chuhe wrote a tiny "辶" next to the character "告" and a tiny "纸厂".

Then a paper mill, half a person tall and with a strange plaque, jumped off the wall with a "rumble".

The paper mill has two doors, one in the front and one in the back. The front door is a round hole, and it's pitch black inside. A conveyor belt extends out from the back door.

Xia Chuhe stuffed the green plants in through the front door. After he finished stuffing in two plants, the roar inside the paper mill grew even louder.

A roll of paper quickly appeared on the conveyor belt.

The conveyor belt was still turning, and the roll of paper was falling down.

Wang Mei teleported over and caught it.