Different from the intermittent expressions, Songkan's mind flashed through the countless first-hand information he had collected in the observation center for more than ten years.
They are stored in categories according to a systematic standard. The observation center, as well as other relevant departments of the laboratory, use these data to conduct comparisons, experiments, and calculations in various ways, and roughly describe the interaction between space-time and planes.
Magical process.
After seeing a lot, Songkan seemed to have a magical sense - even if many phenomena were not intuitive enough or even chaotic, he could still capture similar traces from the chaotic phenomena.
He didn't know whether this was experience or a supernatural ability that was unique to him.
"It's not easy to see this step." In front of Songkan, the tall beauty holding a scroll praised softly.
Oh, this should be Wu Zhao, His Majesty the Emperor Wu, an important figure in this auction. During the internal ventilation meeting before coming, this person's information was highlighted. Like Ronan, he must be extra careful.
character.
Songkan was really under great pressure when facing this man.
However, so far, this person's attitude is the most amiable. Moreover, she was probably the one who proposed the "link" idea before.
It seems that he is also an expert!
Not to mention Songkan's complicated thoughts, His Majesty the Emperor Wu praised it and walked slowly towards the most deformed equipment installation area. He didn't stop to look until the "starting point" where the cracks were torn somewhere.
The others did not follow, but more or less diverted their attention in that direction.
His Majesty Emperor Wu kept discussing the issue: "Do you think the support on the 'opposite' side is solid enough?"
Songkan blurted out: "Didn't you say 'link' earlier?"
"Oh, it seems that the heroes have the same idea."
Songkan's feet were a little shaky, but luckily he finally gritted his teeth and managed to reply: "...You're very grateful."
Having said that, the technician's little mood got the better of him and he started talking again:
"At present, the conditions for the intersection of planes have not been fully met. There is only an interaction similar to 'gravity', but there is already some directionality and even stipulation. Unfortunately, I don't have the equipment at hand, so I can't measure specific data... But really
It’s hard to imagine how it can be given such properties purely by human power.”
Songkan can be sure that before Ronan arrived, the booth and the equipment on the booth would never have the corresponding feeling. Yes.
Ronan gave this place an activity unique to the interaction between time and space...
At least it's a sign.
"Tell me more details?"
Not only His Majesty the Emperor Wu, but also Ms. Daler was interested in having a deeper conversation.
This greatly satisfied Songkan's vanity, but at this time, he saw the subtle looks in the eyes of several researchers nearby.
My mind was agitated. What did he say just now?
What he mentioned was all sensitive information from the observation center. If it went on further, it might have been leaked... Or maybe it had already been leaked.
Songkan was a little confused for a moment. What should he say and what shouldn't be said? He couldn't help but have a "war between heaven and man" in his heart. But before the "war" was over, the expressions of the big guys in front of him all changed.
some subtle changes.
Looking at the direction of their eyes, it was obvious that their attention had shifted elsewhere.
Songkan felt a little congested in his chest, but it wasn't just an emotional impact. It was indeed a tightness in his chest, like the air quality in a huge exhibition hall dropped sharply and was extremely polluted.
At this time, he heard the pale man say "tsk": "The lion's body odor...it has gotten worse over the years!"
"You have bad breath, it's inevitable if you eat too many corpses." His Majesty the Emperor Wu waved the book in his hand, as if to fan away the turbid air around him, and then sighed, "It's all trouble after all."
"Which one?"
Zhang Yingying didn't see any powerful person coming.
Of course she couldn't see it, because the targets pointed by the extraordinary beings were separated from the exhibition hall by at least half a cruise ship.
"That old cunning guy from Baiji... Amaterasu Temple is leaking from all directions, so I'm afraid it's going to collapse."
In a cabin suite in Area E of the cruise ship, a rather fat-looking black man blew out air from between his teeth, closed the notebook at hand, and threw it on the desk next to him.
Finally, he pressed the faded and rough-edged cover of the notebook with his thick palms and crushed it twice so hard that he could hear the hissing sound of the pages underneath.
For a moment, the man even wanted to push harder and crush the notebook to get rid of the ball.
However, even though he is the "Black Lion" who is famous for his ferociousness, when facing the abyss, the tightly knitted oppressive thoughts and the auras of the two "old acquaintances" accompanying them can not only symbolically resist,
In addition to showing that "I am not afraid of anyone", it is difficult to make any more radical moves.
After all, he is
He is horizontal, but he is not stupid.
The kind of young guy who is always ready to start a confrontation with the extraordinary species really has no importance at all.
There are also blood demons, Wanliuhua...
Go take a break!
Anyway, when I got back to Sakai, I could still see the real thing.
The black lion grinned, and its dark golden teeth looked particularly ferocious in the dark mouth.
"You, come here." Black Lion raised his fingers to a man in a "black suit" who was standing guard at the door of the suite bedroom. The latter was slightly startled, but quickly stepped forward.
Black Lion roughly stuffed the notebook into the chest of the "black suit" and knocked it with his fist: "Take this, go to the exhibition hall in area C12, and put it at the 70 Laboratory booth... If you encounter it on the way
If anyone asks for something from you, just give it to him."
No matter how well-trained the "black suit" was, he was a little confused when faced with such a vague order:
"Do you want to give it to anyone who wants it?"
"Who else could be in this bad book..."
Halfway through the words, Black Lion was startled again. He thought of some aspects that he had not considered before, but he had no intention of correcting them. Instead, with some evil thoughts like a curse, he grinned again, revealing his black gold fangs:
"Okay, he's a talent, what's your name? Forget it, Tool Man No. 1, I'll do as you say!"
"Black Suit", no, "Tool Man No. 1" became more and more confused. He wanted to ask again, but was simply and rudely interrupted by Black Lion:
"Get lost."
"Tool Man No. 1" immediately shut up and turned around to go out.
Black Lion then got up from the overloaded armchair and stretched out. His thin clothes were almost torn apart by his huge belly. Black Lion was already used to this, so he just shook it.
He walked to the door of the suite bedroom and pushed the door straight in.
As an absolute VIP, the suite that Black Lion lives in has a very high standard and a very spacious space. It can be used as a small exhibition hall with a little tidying up.
However, upon entering the bedroom, the senses suddenly become much more cramped. The reason is simple:
There are too many people here, and the various connections between people are too complicated.
Five young men and women, stiff in body but clear in consciousness, were locked with special chain cuffs and placed in various locations in the room. The crisscrossing conduits extended from their bodies, forming a complex structure like a spider web.
In the center of this "pipe network", Jeff Eyres was half sitting and half lying, leaning on the luxurious bed in the room, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.