"Well, the word 'should' is not appropriate to use in such a matter of great importance." Ronan commented with a smile, and then asked, "Can you describe the specific process and details of the matter?"
"...I don't remember, I'm not sure."
Ronan was not impressed at all by Lao Jin's poor statement and continued to ask: "Don't you remember the whole incident? Or are some key details too vague and confusing?"
Lao Jin fell silent and just stared at Ronan. The edges of the main body of his dark and hollow pupils were filled with bloodshot threads.
Ronan kept smiling and continued to ask: "You don't need to think big and comprehensive about this kind of thing. You can just talk about one detail and explain clearly what is bothering you in this detail?"
Under Ronan's gaze, Lao Jin subconsciously took a breath and contracted his chest and abdomen. He was still hesitating, but Ronan didn't give him a chance at all, and his eyes fell on his chest and abdomen: "Oh, that panel. Ten
Quite a few of the escapees in Area 3 have this, a metal implant that can be operated by hand. It’s very high.
Ming, it confuses the boundary between genetic species and machinery, and it is no worse than movement technology...Has His Majesty told you its origin?"
Lao Jin opened his lips slightly, but before he could give a clear answer, Ronan answered again: "I just happen to know that this is the 'Omnic' technology of the 'Thinking Star Cluster'... You should know about the 'Thinking Star Cluster'"
?”
The corners of Lao Jin's lips twitched: "I only know 'omnic'."
"Tsk, Your Majesty's 'secretism' syndrome is really terminal. But she should have told you that this belongs to some advanced extraterrestrial civilization?"
Lao Jin sneered.
Ronan didn't mind and continued: "Then, whether His Majesty admits it or not, you should have some guesses about her origins."
Lao Jin remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescence.
Ronan was very pleased: "This is a good consensus. Well, we are a little off topic."
Lao Jin said: "You seem to have done some research...well, not a little."
"Yes, but I don't want to talk empty talk, but I want to have an in-depth chat with you, Master Jin, based on the scene and reality." Ronan stretched out his hand to make an invitation, "You should still know the way, right? How about we
past?"
"Now?" Lao Jin grinned, finally finding some initiative, "If you go now, you will most likely hit a wall."
"Oh?" Lao Jin finally did not catch His Majesty Wu Emperor's problem, and continued: "Wu Zhao said that there is some kind of periodicity, which happens every three or four months. If you are not in the 'window period', you will not be able to get in."
Enter, do the math, now the 'window period' is large
The chance has been missed. Even during the 'window period', you might be unlucky like me and run into trouble."
Ronan raised his eyebrows, oh, this is real information, the key information he has been dreaming of!
And it can be mutually corroborated with Saucedo's statement that he "inhabited Fei Jin's soul" that day.
This is the type of information he has been trying to get from the other side since his "candid meeting" with Emperor Wu. Unexpectedly, it did not come from Emperor Wu's mouth, but was relayed by Jin Buhuan. Well, His Majesty Emperor Wu kept her secret.
In terms of character design, Ronan also got what he wanted. This is a compromise. It was Ronan who controlled the "Great Compassion" and bombarded the "Tattered God's Cloak", which was a high-risk but possibly high-yield project.
His actions are also replaced by his actions that are constantly approaching the truth.
Now that Lao Jin had spoken, Ronan just pretended that he didn't know about it and asked humbly: "Do you know the reason why this happened?"
Lao Jin answered simply: "I don't know."
"His Majesty didn't tell you? Aren't you curious?"
"I told you, I didn't understand. I just said it was related to a certain guy who was dead and not stiff, breathing in and out, opening and closing."
"Dead but not stiff"...Who, Liang Lu?
This kind of "breathing" with a cycle of three to four months sounds like a powerful person at the level of a king or a god.
What is certain is that the relevant logo preset rules of the "Dynamic Space-Time Map" do not have elements related to "cycle", and even Liang Lu's skull has become a "Yuanzhao mechanism", so it is very difficult to "breathe in and out"
It's difficult...
Well, if you think about it this way, doesn't it mean that inside and outside the "tattered god's cloak", there is still a relatively complete body of a king or god, which has an impact on the entire space-time structure?
Within the scope of "Three Cats Under the Cloak", no such obvious periodicity has been shown in related fields so far.
So, that "body" is outside the "tattered god's cloak" and behind the "thick curtain"?
If this is the case, it would be the most dazzling "lighthouse" for those greedy Central Sector explorers.
Ronan frowned, still not able to make a conclusion easily.
Since the person involved is already here, there is a high probability of working out the situation at that time, so it is better to verify it yourself.
So, it’s back to the sentence: “I have to give it a try, Master Jin. Today I’ll ask you, an experienced driver, to take the lead, and let’s go explore the road together.”
As he spoke, the projection of the "volcanic area" beside Ronan suddenly expanded, covering the dark space and swallowing him and Lao Jin together.
Faced with this turn of events, Lao Jin was surprised at first, and then sneered: "Boss Luo, don't have any expectations."
Ronan also laughed: "It's just a try. The same goes for you, Master Jin... don't expect us to succeed in one go."
This sentence probably struck a vital chord in Lao Jin, and he suddenly fell silent.
Yes, how could he not feel resentful about such a critical node that turned his life upside down and knocked him into the quagmire?
In the past few years, I have been following a mystic at His Majesty the Emperor Wu's place, and I have been suffocating myself to death. Now that I think about it, I really can't say who is more pressing.
"We're here." Ronan's last words were not finished. He and Lao Jin had already arrived at the special area covered with low volcanic cones and flowing with the pungent smell of sulfide. It was night now, and the sky was fine with clouds like scales.
The waxing gibbous moon moves through the clouds,
Half hidden and half visible, it reflects the low hills, scattered high and low, layered with confusing obstacles, and gradually becomes a vast line in the distance.
Lao Jin first looked around, then looked up at the moonlight. After a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Is this a real volcanic area or a copy?"
Ronan looked at him: "It's not important, is it? Master Jin, you didn't figure it out yourself back then, so why are you so demanding on me?"
This sentence suddenly penetrated Lao Jin's heart. He fell silent for a moment, but his emotions began to surge.
Other emotions were still coming, the confusion and irritability had seeped out from his red face, which was particularly clear under the moonlight.
He has been stuck in this predicament for several years, and now Ronan has given him another step to make things worse. However, he has no tricks against either His Majesty the Emperor Wu or Ronan, so he can only hold it in.
Ronan observed his reaction and scoffed: "Master Jin, it seems that you are telling the truth when you say you don't like the 'Dream Game'."
Lao Jin pursed his lips and refused to respond, but slowly squatted down on the side of a nearby half-collapsed volcanic cone.
His fat regenerated and he squatted very slowly, but after squatting, he reached out to touch the flowing semi-liquid lava without any hesitation.
Is it really a fantasy?
With his current physical condition, it would be cruel enough to verify it in this way.
Ronan didn't stop him. He watched the skin and flesh on his hand burst open in an instant. The smell of meat mixed with the fishy smell of sulfide, it was so sour.
Lao Jin did not change color because of the pain, but he became more and more confused.
He still couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.
When this happened, he subconsciously turned back and used his wounded hand, which had been burned to pieces by the lava, to touch the "panel" where his chest and abdomen were connected.
Ronan didn't care whether he verified it or not, he just smiled:
"This is the reality... Regardless of whether it is true or false, as long as it can be restored."
After that, he lightly stamped his feet, and the ground around him suddenly cracked, revealing a long downward corridor and a long staircase that should never appear. "With all due respect, Master Jin, if you use that 'panel' to verify the truth,
It will only become more and more confusing if it is true or false. Again, why be so demanding? The window period has indeed passed, but we can take a closer look, no matter what
, you have been here before, can you lead the way? This tunnel is quite long, seventy kilometers, and goes straight to the junction of the mantle and the crust. The 'window' you mentioned may not be open, is right over there."
Lao Jin was still squatting on the ground, looking at the cracked ground around him, as if there were steps extending infinitely, and he was speechless.
Even extraordinary beings, even gods on earth, should not be so powerful.
So this is a dream?
Confused and confused, Lao Jin still stood up, glanced at Ronan again, and then started to walk down first.
Ronan immediately followed, walked side by side with him, and asked him: "Why does this 'panel' confuse you? You should know that in your current situation, it is actually helping you support your body that may collapse at any time.
"
Lao Jin was walking on the stairs with no end in sight. He reached out and touched one side, which seemed to cut open the inner wall structure of the volcanic rock layer. The other hand was still pressing the "panel". He was a little dazed. After a few seconds, he said:
"It shouldn't be on me. In my impression, it's on the person opposite...the reformed man."
"Oh?" Ronan didn't need to ask anymore. Lao Jin had already continued talking and couldn't stop it: "That man looked like a fugitive, being chased by a giant machine behind him, but when I rescued him, it seemed like he was being invaded by something.
I was determined, so I fought with him, but it was more difficult than I imagined. I had seen the escapees in District 13 before, and I knew that most of their abilities came from this 'panel', so I tried my best to destroy it.
It... But why does it appear on me?
"
Lao Jin turned to look at Ronan, as if he wanted to get an answer from him.
Ronan nodded slightly: "This kind of panel is not unique. There are many in District 13. Master Jin, you understand this, so you must not be bothered by this."
Lao Jin continued to stare at Ronan, who thought about it again and said:
"Let me make a guess, just a guess. You are not confused about the 'panel' on you, but confused about 'this panel' on you. Because 'this panel' is the one you destroyed..."
The twitching corners of Lao Jin's eyes had already proved Ronan's judgment.
So Ronan continued: "And how can you confirm that 'this panel' is 'that panel'? Because besides 'panel', there should be something else for you to identify. As for what it is..."
"The reformer."
"Huh?" "The reformed person seems to be in me. He and I are integrated... No, I'm not sure, but my memory is confused with his experience."