Yan Yongbo suddenly opened his eyes, and the fog of his dream suddenly shattered. The dark cabin enveloped his vision, and the dim light of the night light diffused through the simple furnishings inside. Although it was blurry, there was a comforting sense of reality.
He sat up, moved his thoughts, and the lighting in the cabin brightened, further highlighting the sense of reality.
Perhaps it was because this sense of reality came so quickly that everything that happened in the dream was diluted. No matter how he recalled it, he could not remember the scene in the dream for a while.
All I know is that it must be a nightmare.
It was only then that he realized that he was sweating profusely and even his hair was wet.
Yan Yongbo didn't have the full energy he should have after a rest. On the contrary, he was very tired and his brain was confused. It wasn't until he got up and washed his face in the bathroom that he felt a little awake.
Pressing the basin, water drops dripped from his forehead and temples, just like his memories of dreams, bit by bit... it was better than nothing.
Yan Yongbo remembered that in his dream, he seemed to be fighting non-stop, in a chaotic battlefield, surrounded by vague and crazy enemies.
As for how the fight started, he had no memory at all.
He only remembered that the number of enemies never decreased and became stronger and stronger, until he was outnumbered and beaten to death, but then he came back to life without any logic and started the next round without any interruption.
Being demanding about the logic of dreams is meaningless in itself, but the fatigue caused by the long "endless battle" mode continues paradoxically, accumulating until the layers are piled up, and the pressure makes him almost go crazy——
Perhaps he has gone crazy, suffered a mental breakdown, and suddenly woke up after touching the body's warning mechanism.
Yan Yongbo raised his face, looked at the mirror on the wall, and looked at his own image reflected in the mirror.
He was indeed quite embarrassed at this time. The unclean water droplets had left traces on his face. There were dense bloodshot eyes around the eyeballs, and outwards there was a network of tiny blood vessels that bulged and twitched. They had begun to radiate to the surrounding cheeks, just like a small
cobweb……
At a certain moment, the excessively twitching blood vessels and muscles seemed to form a tiny spider shape, allowing it to quickly crawl over this "spider web".
Yan Yongbo felt a chill running down his spine and shuddered.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, finally no longer having that horrible hallucination.
However, why would you have such a dream?
Yan Yongbo calmed down and projected the image of the portable intelligent brain system on the mirror. The system displayed the applications he used the most time and frequency before going to bed, mainly live broadcast and intranet communication software.
"Is it because you watched too much?"
Yan Yongbo wondered whether he had watched the replay of Ronan's live broadcast again before going to bed, and had too deep a memory of the situation at the experimental site... Also, the discussion on the matter with his subordinates through the intranet strengthened the impression.
Various conjectures have also been added.
It must be said that the contents of Ronan's two live broadcasts in more than a month were like a shock bomb exploding under their feet to members of the Burning System.
That time at Ticheng Beach can only show that Ronan has an unimaginable understanding of the prototype format, the Burner system, and the Deep Blue platform, and has a sharp tool that can carry out in-depth "slicing", thus having the ability to understand the entire
The system has extraordinary control.
Such a display would be a headache for the system platform developers and existing controllers, and has nothing to do with most of the executors - of course, that is, provided they are not enemies of Ronan.
But this time at the bottom of the sea outside Xiacheng
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, what Ronan expressed at the general cargo cabin experimental field had a great impact on this group of people.
Without modification or movement, you can still ignite the fire of format and control complex platforms. What does this mean?
If there is no need for human body modification and machine core implantation, is there no need for them, the Burners, to exist?
Yan Yongbo's circle of the most elite burners who have upgraded to the seventh-generation movement all have such worries and myths. There is a fear that they will be overwhelmed by the surging tide of the times before they can use what they have learned.
.
So many people felt resentment towards Ronan, thinking that this young man who was suspected of having acquired some kind of secret knowledge was trying to undermine them and dig up their roots. This was a betrayal of the heroes who had worked so hard on the front lines of the counterattack in the wilderness for these years!
This trend is beneficial to Yan Yongbo - of course, there is no lack of his deliberate inducements and hints.
In fact, he is by no means the only one who does this.
As far as he knows, similar "guidance work" has already appeared in an organized manner among the Burners group, whether it is in Quantum Company, Deep Blue and Apocalypse Laboratories, or within the military system...
Maybe it was because he discussed it too much and continued to amplify the emotions that the young man brought to him, so that too much pressure was accumulated in his subconscious, which led to the occurrence of nightmares...
Yes, that's it.
Yan Yongbo held the basin with his hand and looked at the mirror closely.
The mirror displayed earth time. When setting the time zone, he accidentally chose Xia City. Now the system shows that it is 6:10 on July 1st, Xia City time, which is early in the morning.
In the past dozens of hours...in fact, ever since Ronan was born, he couldn't avoid these things.
At first, it is a tasteless drink, you can choose to drink it or not;
Suddenly it overflows and turns into a flood that washes away all common sense;
At this time, the pressure had accumulated into a bottomless ocean, trapping him in it. Even if he struggled to get out, he couldn't tell the up and down direction.
This is no different from a nightmare.
Yan Yongbo looked at the still young face in the mirror, which was vaguely the same as it was more than ten years ago. He was in a trance, and suddenly grinned again, teeth grinding:
"Luo Zhongheng, Sister Qingwen... your son is so annoying!
"There should be many people in the world who feel exactly the same as me, but why can't we work together to crush him?"
The question of talking to oneself has no second half.
In other words, the vague answer lies in my heart:
Probably because I was afraid that I would be crushed to death by that guy in turn!
A sudden light flashed on the mirror, which was a reminder of communication access. When he first saw the name of the caller, Yan Yongbo had the idea of rejecting the call.
But in the end, he still chose to get through.
Yuan Wuwei's voice came out: "Come to my laboratory in five minutes. No, it can only be called a confinement room. It is confining my inspiration! I would rather jump into space, at least there are wonderful changes happening there.
I need to figure it out..."
Then go ahead.
Yan Yongbo complained in his heart, but said coldly: "I can't get there in five minutes."
Yuan Wuwei didn't care: "Then as soon as possible, I need to know something from you."
Yan Yongbo frowned: "I have no research on your field."
Yuan Wuwei
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Hehe twice: "I didn't expect this from you, but in order to understand the strange relationships around the earth, I need to have a better understanding of things like the 'new plane'."
Yan Yongbo suddenly had an ominous premonition
Listen to Yuan Wuwei continue to speak: "The person who claims to have a new dimension now, named Ronan, is your enemy, right? Don't they all say, 'The person who knows you best is your enemy'? Then come over and show your strength.
The value of 'enemy'."
"……I have nothing to say."
"You mean, compared to him, you don't even have the qualifications to be an enemy?"
There was a "buzz" sound!
Yan Yongbo felt as if a bullet had penetrated his skull, and his brain nerves sounded a desperate alarm.
Maybe for a few seconds, Yan Yongbo's consciousness went blank.
After regaining his consciousness, he discovered that he had hung up the communication at some point. The center of the mirror in front of him had been hit hard, with spiderweb-like cracks covering the entire surface of the mirror, and it could completely collapse at any time.
The broken mirror reflected his face, and the broken and overlapping images caused the network of blood vessels in the corners of his eyes to continue to twist and expand. In a trance, another beautiful and eerie spider walked silently and disappeared behind the mirror.
"Tuk tuk, tuk tuk."
"Enter."
The door opened, and the bodyguard captain walked into the living room of the executive suite. Unsurprisingly, he saw Wen Huilan wearing a light and loose nightgown, sitting on the sofa, holding a glass in one hand, and gently rubbing her eyebrows with the other.
On the low table, there were scattered wine bottles, at least seven or eight of them.
"Insomnia again?"
"Just hiding from a nightmare."
Wen Huilan, who had not slept for two nights, except for the slightly dim eyes and the deeper self-deprecating smile lines on the corners of her lips, everything else was fine. Her skin was still fair and shiny, and her chest and long legs were exposed outside her nightgown.
It has an allure that cannot be blocked by sunglasses.
The bodyguard captain's eyes turned to the side, his language organization skills suddenly dropped, and he could only make the simplest statement of facts:
"The live broadcast has started again."
"I received a reminder...I dare not look at it."
The bodyguard captain almost thought that the woman was acting coquettishly at him. This time, the intervals between his words were longer: "It seems to be back to the 'business', without Ronan... There is unconfirmed information that Harbin is already doing it.
Prepare to receive him."
I felt a little regretful when I said it. Wen Huilan only knew this kind of information better than he did.
But this time Wen Huilan acted as if she just knew:
"Yeah?"
While talking, the colorful light in the living room turned on, the projection area was opened, and after a slight adjustment, the live broadcast screen was cut in.
The bodyguard noticed that it was ZM's live broadcast room.
Wen Huilan still laughed at herself: "This way the pressure will be less."
In the live broadcast, Long Qi drove his sidecar motorcycle to Zhixing Academy, which had fully entered the holiday season, and met Ruiwen.
Under the "greeting" of Mo Mo, he put on his inner armor, looking mighty but actually tense, and entered the downward elevator, heading to the underground laboratory of North Shore Gear. He still did not forget to confirm with Raven over there:
"Boss Luo is really not here?"
"Well, he went to Harbin."
"Armageddon...that's great! I mean, that's where he needs to be saved."
Long Qi took a long breath, so much so that the "Flag Bearer" artificial intelligence-like greetings became pleasant to the ear.