The screams and whistlings passed through the thick walls, forming a dull echo on the double-walled staircase, which made the sounds of some instruments more prominent, while others were reduced. If you listen to it again, it feels strange, as if
It's a clumsy change of tone.
"Are you leaving now?" Frith finally couldn't help but ask one more question as he walked down the stairs.
Liu Fengming succeeded in breaking through at the last moment, and put on the last mask under the rules of the Nuo game on his face, which really gave him a sense of completion.
But according to Frith's experience back then, such a screening game should be just a prelude to the climax of the entire event. It is just to give "power" to those ferocious or funny masks, making it easier for on-site participants to get involved.
In the final analysis, the so-called Nuo game is essentially a king's game that takes turns to satisfy the desire for power.
Although the essence is the same, the gameplay is different. Frith is really looking forward to the specific changes in the future. If he leaves now, he will be a little disappointed.
The people following the two of them were all "honest people" who had not run into the venue to squeeze and rub each other just now because of their reserve or other reasons.
Due to the boring nature of the "honest man", they all looked eagerly at the back of Ronan's head...
Ronan walked until he reached the stairs on the first floor before responding: "It should be just right to come down now."
Someone had already run to the front and opened the fire door. Without this layer of obstruction, the previous feeling of changing the tone of the melody was wiped away. And after it was restored, it felt even more transparent and pleasant to the ears.
???????????????So, habit is really a terrible thing.
"Boss, beer!"
The latest and coldest beer was delivered to Ronan in time.
Zhao Xi hurriedly caught up.
Ronan slowly walked out of the fire door, opened the bottle cap, raised his head and drank it.
Among the carnival crowd, there were some people like him, but very few - because those people had already poured all the drinks they could drink into their stomachs, trying to replenish energy as much as possible to keep up with the continued frenetic rhythm of the venue.
.
Those who couldn't keep up had to be squeezed to the back, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath. Some were even carried out after fainting.
So the figure against the wall is almost the Loser tonight.
"The warriors have to go forward." Fries laughed in a low voice and also encouraged, "Anyway, according to my previous experience, if you can't hold on and run out, the ending will not be too happy. The first punishment of 'Temporary God'
It’s them.”
Some people are confused: "These things around here don't look like they can make a living in the wilderness."
"Didn't Major Liu say that the Nuo game held by the Hundun Order now has many fans in Hucheng. Many people came here after seeing the event notice... The more food they eat, the more they like to play. This is to get addicted to punishment.
coming."
It's easy to call other people's "dislikes", but the problem is that technicians like Zhao Xi rarely participate in such intense situations, so he felt timid for a moment:
"It's not easy to squeeze in."
"That's why it's called a test."
"This will be effective."
Frith and Ronan spoke almost at the same time. Frith made a short "ah" sound and quickly closed his mouth, but Ronan also stopped talking.
The group of people took another two or three steps forward. It was almost impossible to move normally, and their circle was unconsciously shrinking rapidly.
It was indeed too crowded in front. The dim light and narrow field of view meant that most people could only see the figures in the three or five rows in front.
In addition, there were the burning bodies of the people around him and the rich smell of sweat and perfume. Coupled with the deafening whistling, the five senses were almost completely distorted and restricted, making it difficult to form a clear conclusion of perception.
Also, the extremely high density of people squeezing next to each other squeezes the safe distance to the maximum extent.
In such an environment, one can only follow the herd instinct and follow the fanatical atmosphere. If the person in front stamps his feet, he will stamp his feet, and if the person in front cheers, he will cheer too, and fall into the false sense of security that "everyone is the same in front, behind, left, and right."
The human body's instincts continue to warn, but there is nothing that can be done, which eventually causes the brain to slow down, completely abandoning the table, and then all the way down, falling into the cliff-like excitement of "love as much as you want".
In this way, countless souls that are converging but struggling with each other form a dynamic structure that continues to vibrate in a local area of the spiritual ocean.
This chaotic and turbulent state is both fragile and greedy, eager for a stronger sense of security, more recognition, or a more straightforward sense of excitement. And all of this, for some beings, is completely possible.
satisfy……
easy.
Anyway, it is nothing more than the accelerated generation and transmission of a limited number of neurotransmitters.
At this time, the rhythm of the drum beats in a wild tune corrects and returns as the activity gradually reaches its climax. It guides people's emotions and gradually speeds up the rhythm.
The incantation that lasted the entire ceremony also began to speed up. I don’t know who started it. The long tone of "咩～婩" in front of it was unknowingly omitted, leaving only the single words "婩" and "婩".
The sound became faster and faster, and more and more urgent. Each sound was in time with the beat of the stomping, and eventually the stomping also began to speed up.
The faster the speed, the harder the stomping, so that the entire auditorium seemed to be shaking and swaying with people's crazy stamping.
Just before the continuously accelerating roaring and stomping rhythm was about to exceed the physiological limits of a considerable number of people, the gongs, drums, cymbals, and those electronic suonas suddenly and rapidly rose in height. In sync with it, deep in the hall where the demons were dancing, there was an air explosion of "boom"
!
The instantaneous volume even overwhelmed the "Nuo Nuo" roars of nearly a thousand people, as well as the stomping and shaking that almost collapsed the auditorium.
Some people were startled, but more people cheered crazily after a brief pause.
Because at this moment, deep in the crowd, the fire exploded, and the gushing red light seemed to swallow up everyone in the core area.
The blazing flame adds a new and dominant element to the already magical lighting wave.
Don't look at it. Frith is big and tall, so he loses the wide field of vision on the second floor. Behind the heavy wall of people, it is difficult to look directly at the origin of the fire.
We can only make guesses based on the reactions of people at the scene and a little bit of reasoning.
This time he learned the lesson. He looked at Ronan first to make sure the big boss had no intention of speaking, and then expressed his judgment:
"It should be inside the circular wall, the trophies captured from the wilderness... very good ignition materials, and also good sacrifices."
"Sacrifice ceremony?"
It was an eye-opener for Zhao Xi. Including him, all the members of the Deep Blue Cluster present could not ignore the extraordinary power erupting from the blazing flames.
This power melted into the strange flame light waves and radiated to everyone present. Even a burner like Zhao Xi felt for a moment that there was some kind of irritating energy that was hard to distinguish between hot and cold, seeping in from the skin.
Digested quickly.
The movement sensor system did not give a threat alarm, but this wave of unknown hot and cold stimulation cheered him up. The remaining fatigue from the day and the tight feeling accompanying the big boss seemed to have improved.
Ease.
"Oh, let's be serious!"
Regardless of whether there were any consequences for this kind of energy penetration, after experiencing it personally, he immediately understood why the group of experienced explorers and mercenaries at the Forward Base were so immersed in this carnival.
It turns out that "Mr. Baifeng" is really here to help!
"Standard techniques."
"ha?"
Amidst the huge noise, neither Frith nor Zhao Xi failed to hear Ronan's words clearly.
"'Mr. Baifeng' probably doesn't have any very standardized consciousness... I don't feel bad for betraying my father, that's probably it."
Ronan changed another bottle of beer, drank it all in one gulp, and breathed out the smell of alcohol, which contained the almost fatal fire poison in the almost roasted internal organs.
This time, several people around heard it clearly and couldn't help but look at each other again.
Ronan undoubtedly gave the clearest conclusion:
There is an invisible black hand manipulating the Hudun Order and even the "Baifeng Lord" - this is not a new idea, but the weight of doubts and conclusions is not the same.
Fries stood on tiptoe and looked towards the central area again, trying to find Liu Fengming's location. At the moment, it might be that this person was the only one who could communicate with Ronan more easily.
At this moment, Ronan felt his bracelet vibrate. He raised his wrist and glanced at the contact, then sighed: "You guys are playing, I'll answer the phone."
He patted Fries on the back, took another can of beer from Zhao Xi, and walked slowly outside the auditorium.
Everyone said he was answering the phone, so naturally no one dared to follow him.
When they reached the steps outside the auditorium, the door cut off some of the noise, and Ronan finally connected:
"Mr. Lanier, are you okay?"
"Professor Luo, I'm sorry for calling you so late. I mainly want to confirm something with you." Archbishop Lanier was very polite, but then went straight to the point, "It's about the transformation of that 'extremely dangerous element' into gray matter."
The middle link' thing."
The weight of the syllables indicates the focus of Archbishop Lanier.
"That..."
Ronan breathed out again and sat down on the steps. He was sure that after confirming the context of the situation, he would only inform His Majesty Emperor Wu and President Ouyang, and those two would not be so quick to speak.
Oh, and Mera.
This girl kept saying that the news would be out in the public domain tomorrow, but she turned it on and showed no mercy at all.
No, the Justice Church has already come to your door with sales promotions. I just don’t know if there will be other customers.
What kind of information will Archbishop Lanier provide?
Ronan was slightly looking forward to it.
Compared to Ronan, Archbishop Lanier's tone was extremely serious. In fact, he did use diplomatic language, which was completely different from his usual tact. It felt like he was reading from a script:
"We believe that such a statement will bring a very uncertain and even highly negative impact to our sect. When the gray matter itself is uncertain, trace its upper-level links and even give it its source.
Qualitative, it is not impossible to operate, but it should be limited to guessing.
"Professor Luo, if you have the basis for judgment that can turn speculation into facts, then while disclosing the incident, you should also disclose the corresponding sources of evidence, so that it can be convincing."
Is this a big deal for the Justice Order?
Mostly because of the magical power involving the Great Replacement of the Balance of Truth——?????????????????After all, that is the foundation of the Justice Order, rather than the "truth" that only exists in the doctrine book.
"Gate" is more important and direct.
Ronan circled the ring of the beer can with his fingers, and his tone remained calm: "So, does the High Priest wish me to retract my previous remarks, or continue to disclose the corresponding evidence?"
Archbishop Lanier responded immediately: "We hope to reach a consensus with you, Professor Luo."
"Consensus...the establishment of consensus is based on roughly similar cognitions."
"We communicate in the same language and text, have good cooperation in some fields, and can calmly resolve some previous conflicts. I think this is a very good cognitive foundation."
It is also a diplomatic rhetoric, but this time it has a little more connotation. To be more precise, it starts to put the cards on the table: "Professor Luo should be very clear that we still have room to further expand consensus."
Ronan had already turned Griphook in a full circle: "I hope so too. Your Excellency, the High Priest, where do you think we should start?"
"How about starting with the missing Dream Weaver? We have reason to believe that it ran to the depths of the cave... and to the next door, because that is the hometown of its prototype."
"The mist maze is really big over there. Is there a specific target?"
When Ronan directly said "maze maze", the reaction of Archbishop Lanier was similar to that of Mo La, at least it was delayed for a moment. The subsequent expression inevitably lost some strength:
"Our sect's initial consideration is to start with the method of entering dreams, from the imaginary to the real, and integrate information. Professor Luo is also a master in this field. Why not study it together?"
It's that "dream map".
Ronan was too lazy to pretend: "It's a project hosted by Li Taisheng, right? It's really hard to go back and forth sniffing like a search and rescue dog every day. Is he okay now?"
"The new replacement was successful. He is awake and right next to him."
Ronan just smiled: "That's really gratifying."
The "rescue dog" probably doesn't want to respond.
He is still the chief priest of Lanier. After the incident was revealed, he gradually returned to his daily harmonious state:
"Speaking of which, this project also involves Tiger. Now he is doing field work for Professor Luo's 'grey matter' project. He is traveling around and it is very hard. There are some things that we need to mention to Professor Luo first for our consideration.
carry."
"you mean……"
"About the tiger's arm."
"Is this the plan of the 'Inexplicable Faction'?"
Maoyan once passed the plan of the underground cave exploration project to Ronan, the instigator, as intelligence...or as a joke. Among the several types of plans, the most whimsical one was of course that the tiger used his own arm as a target for modification, and wanted to colonize "dark side species"
, as a tool for exploring underground caves.
Ronan also knew that in the current context, if Archbishop Lanier was willing to say it to his face, he must have a deeper intention.
In fact, the opposite statement is somewhat surprising:
"To be precise, it's a matter of the tiger's left and right hands."