It was not difficult to identify the structure, but the content of the rapidly flying pages was no longer able to be clearly conveyed by low-quality images. Ronan could only confirm that the content above was very, very scrawled, and many places were blank, completely formed into strings.
There seems to be very little handwriting...
But in the end, the flipped notes still stayed on the first page, to be precise, the title page of the notebook. Here, the relatively complete and clear content was presented for the first time.
Most importantly, the content is still so familiar:
It was a set of hand-drawn geometric figures, which were a combination of a regular tetrahedron and its inscribed and circumscribed spheres. Under this set of figures, there were four sets of short sentences with a total of sixteen words.
Even if Ronan dies, he will never forget:
My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;
My heart is called the mirror, and my heart is called the country.
This is the sixteen-character formula that Ronan has engraved in his soul since he was 10 years old, as well as the pattern theory diagram used for visualization.
If you just look at these, they are almost exactly the same as the content on each page of the paginated notebook that Ronan kept at home, except that the handwriting is a little more sloppy at best.
In fact, it's not just that.
The most dazzling thing about this most recognizable page that I have seen so far is the random scribbling on it, and the chaotic lines that have scratched the page in some places.
At first glance, it seems that he is seriously dissatisfied with the content of the writing, or simply venting his emotions.
But Ronan already had a preconceived impression in his mind. After careful analysis, he soon discovered that these chaotic lines actually had rules and were also handwriting!
It's just that the font was only roughly formed due to the messy and shaky scribbling when I started writing. There are two characters in total:
cloak!
Ronan held the water glass tightly and remained motionless.
In his eyes, those blurry and messy lines seemed to have their own life tension, screaming to struggle out of nothingness and distorting the text and graphics on the title page; they were also like a beam of electricity piercing his brain.
In the cloud of memory, countless familiar images were evoked, like a thunderstorm deep in the mind, crashing past.
But in the end, what appeared clearly in Ronan's mind was just a short fragment of madness:
It was a thin old man trapped in the ward, waving his arms crazily, kicking over everything he could destroy, and howling hoarsely:
"Kick up the fire, burn through the darkness of this cloak!
"The new god will step on the bones of the old god and ascend to the throne!
"Come on, come on, let's see who is the master of the universe!"
Ronan subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but the virtual memory was immediately shattered. In front of him was the notebook that seemed to have just gone through a fire. He wanted to touch it, but in the end he came up empty again.
Ronan's movements were still, and the blood demon's voice sounded at the right time: "Don't worry, there will be more later!"
While they were talking, the person behind him who took the note picked up some remaining black dust on the page, rubbed it with his fingertips, raised his hand again, and walked out of the camera. He didn't know what he was doing.
At this time, Ronan's mind was finally able to spread out in other directions, and it was natural to identify from the lens performance that the guy holding the note at the moment should be the videographer himself.
And there should be a discussion here...but Ronan didn't hear it.
"Where's the voice?"
"I'm sorry, not really." The blood demon shrugged, "I don't know how many hands this thing has been in. It's normal to have been processed."
As he was talking, Ronan saw from the first point of view of the videographer that this guy suddenly exerted force, violently tore off the leather packaging of the notebook, and opened the binder.
, throwing these accessories aside, along with the title page.
What's left is just loose leaves that have completely lost their restraints.
The image paused for a moment, maybe it was another conversation that had been processed. But soon, Ronan guessed the content of the conversation, because at this time, in the dim room in the image, a cluster of lights lit up.
Red light, coming from the side, seems to be the low power state of the laser transmitter...
But for fragile paper pages, it is also a disaster.
The red light cut through the darkness and passed through the scattered pages, burning a ball of fire in Ronan's virtual pupils. In just this moment, the loose pages were burned by the flames brought by the laser.
, destroying at least one third.
Ronan didn't know what the people in the image meant by doing this, but he was in a bad mood, extremely bad.
At this moment, the blood demon suddenly said: "The key point is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the projected image seemed to shake, the light suddenly dimmed, and the flames on the burning loose leaves were extinguished somehow.
Ronan was not at the scene, and there was no sound to assist him. He could not guess the reason at all. However, almost at the same time, the area where the camera focused was suddenly deflected greatly, from the incomplete loose leaf that was bright and dark to the one on the ground.
The leather package that was just thrown away, and the title page that was taken down.
The dark red beam of light lit up again, this time it was the title page on the ground in the middle - the problem was, the material was the same, but the title page did not burn immediately, there was just a wandering bright spot on it, and the page was slightly
Just scorched.
It wasn't until the power of the laser transmitter was turned up that the paper finally couldn't bear it anymore and a hole was burned. The graphics and writing on it began to be devoured by the flames until they were reduced to ashes.
The camera zoomed in. It was probably the person who was recording it who wanted to further grasp the special characteristics of this page. But just as the camera was stretched halfway, there was another violent shake, and there seemed to be a turning movement, but it had just started.
When the camera turned around, the view of the camera became chaotic, as if the videographer himself was under attack.
"Here, here!" The blood demon shouted "buzzing" from the side like an incompetent commentator.
Needless to say, Ronan was also working hard to distinguish various elements from the terrible chaotic images.
In the violently shaking lens, there is still some burning light, through which you can occasionally see loose leaves that have been scattered in the air, once, twice...
But from the third time he glanced at these loose leaves, Ronan suddenly discovered that these flying loose leaves seemed to be still dissolving:
Even though the flames ignited by the laser on the pages have been extinguished inexplicably, in the uncertain light and shadow, these loose pages continue to disappear quickly, as if they are melting into the increasingly dominant darkness.
This is not an isolated phenomenon, but a consistent trend among all loose-leaf pages seen through the lens Ronan saw.
This is not all yet, there seems to be a new element mixed into the chaotic scene - there seems to be sand and dust blowing in!
Fine and dense grains of sand were somehow blown into the room, hitting the already embarrassed people inside. Then there was an instant hole, which was quickly filled with blood.
Is this...a sandstorm?
The image ends here.
Ronan sat there, like a statue.
The blood demon coughed: "It is said that this video was leaked from the hands of the guy named Horned Demon in your Xia City... It seems that you had a deal before?"
Horned devil?
Human thinking is so weird. Before there is a standard answer, you can't find anything. Once you have the answer,
case, many things can be associated.
Ronan immediately felt that the videographer had made an action before, that is, the one who picked up the ashes and raised his hand...
Could it be that you just put it in your mouth and taste it?
So the place where this video just happened is the 70 Format Laboratory wrapped in the sandstorm of the "fog maze" in a corner of an unknown space?
Is this a photo of the Horned Demon entering the laboratory for the first time?
Ronan twitched the corner of his mouth and used this action to express his mood: "Obviously, he kept a secret... This is indeed a surprise."
"I personally think that this video is quite valuable, but what is strange is that the Horned Demon did not hand it over to the Toyama Auction House to verify the value of the item."
"Auction?"
"That's right, this kind of notebook is more than just one!" The blood demon winked at Ronan, "It seems that the horned demon tricked you with a batch of ordinary notebooks?"
"It's up to me to decide whether it's ordinary or not. But based on his subjective wishes, that's it." Ronan began to spit out sweet things, "Damn bastard, keep secret from us."
But this "damn" is quite appropriate now...
The blood demon laughed: "Since you are interested, brother, let me tell you some information and analysis of this notebook.
"First of all, the background. The Horned Demon entered the laboratory that your grandfather left in the wilderness and moved it all away. You must know this. However, how he got in must be connected with our previous 'keywords'
Together."
"cloak?"
"It's the 'Sacred Relic Cloak'. This is the so-called 'Sacred Relic' of a small cult in the wilderness, but no one knows what the 'Cloak' actually is... Maybe you have an idea, brother?"
"Are you talking about the evil... Luo cult?"
Ronan blurted out, but he swallowed back half of the first word. It was already clear which "Luo" in the Evil Luo Cult meant, so why bother pouring dirty water on himself?
The blood demon raised his eyebrows again: "Sure enough, you know."
The blood demon's understanding of Ronan should be somewhat biased.
In fact, Ronan really doesn't know what kind of "sacred cloak" Wu Jun calls it, but he has been deeply involved in the subsequent hunting and excavation of the Horned Demon and the Amaterasu Order, and by the way gave them one.
Remember ruthlessly.
Before Ronan could figure out how to correct the blood demon's cognitive bias, the latter woke up first:
"No, if you have always been related to the Luo Religion, how could the Horned Demon have succeeded? It can only be done after the fact. Is the Amaterasu Religion's actions over there so high-profile? Well, wait!"
The blood demon seemed to think of something.
This guy's brain is so good...
Ronan didn't want to give the blood demon a chance to investigate further, at least not now, so he said directly: "Let's just talk about the notes."
The blood demon said "hmm" twice, a little reluctantly, and could only reorganize his words: "Okay, since you know the relevant background, let's get straight to the point. The horned demon came from the evil, um, Luo cult,
They were an expedition team when they discovered the entrance to the Wilderness Laboratory, the kind that broke in, you know."
Maybe Luo Yuan is also the source of intelligence.
Ronan held the water glass and added silently in his heart.
He suddenly became a little distracted: In terms of intelligence, Luo Yuan only played a more important role.
That guy knew the standard answer, but he made the Horned Demon go around in a circle and used Wu Jun's Luo Sect as a breakthrough point. In the end, he even made the Amaterasu Sect enter the scene, provoking the True God and the Pope. Why?