Just as Weisman was having a thought storm, Ronan's greeting came to his ears:
"Captain Weismann."
"Ah, Professor Luo."
"This is the last clone of 'Water Tank' that I can find in Mo City. This is bad news, but it's also barely good news. You understand."
Weisman nodded slightly.
The bad news is that, after struggling for so long, they still haven't caught the true identity of "Water Tank", and the crisis has not been truly resolved. The good news is that within the scope of Mo City, if even Ronan stamps his seal, no trace of "Water Tank" has been found again.
If there are traces, then this guy may have really left.
To be honest, in the past three hours, "Water Tank" has been so persistent around Mocheng, as if he will not give up until he enters the city, which has really put a lot of pressure on the Justice Order. If he gives up this obsession and runs away decisively, it will indeed
is good news.
After all, no one really expects to be able to solve the "water tank" with its "symbiotic chain".
The failure of the global manhunt in the early years has already been proved once, so why prove it a second time?
"Professor Luo, thank you..."
At this point, Weisman's words paused unconsciously. It was the "booth" and "jungle" in front of him that made the word "thank you" become sarcastic and weird.
Ronan didn't feel anything at all, and continued: "You know, Levi and I are already in a fight to the death. It's just that we didn't touch the 'water tank' this time. If we did, we let him run away from under his nose.
I am not willing to do so. So, no matter what your sect thinks, I will check again. If it causes some other unforeseen effects, please forgive me."
This... Weisman wanted to speak but felt he was short of words.
As an actual stakeholder in the city, Weisman certainly didn't want Ronan to add any unnecessary extravagance and cause a truly uncontrollable situation. But Ronan was invited by the First Sacrifice of Justice, and he explicitly left the "water tank" matter to Ronan.
In handling, Weismann just cooperated and assisted.
Nowadays, only the clone is left in "Water Tank", with no trace of the real body. It's okay to say that he left Mo City, but what if he is still lurking?
The matter has not been truly resolved. At this stage, they have no position to interfere with Ronan's behavior, otherwise they will offend people to death.
To do something like this in an area where "death" has been erased...
After all, Weisman is a sacrificial knight, not a purely political creature. These thoughts only flashed in his mind. He did not hesitate for too long and said: "Of course, the right to handle the 'water tank' matter belongs to the sacrificial sir and you."
As agreed, we will obey unconditionally."
"very good."
Ronan didn't waste any time, and circled the air with his finger. The area suddenly became extraordinarily bright.
Weisman turned his head and looked, but it was the strange bright moon outside the window that was shining slantingly, focusing its cold beam on the "gray-black flesh bag" that was still expanding and shrinking in front of him.
Ronan explained patiently: "I need to do some more analysis to see what other information this dreaming 'meat bag' has. Do I need to share it?"
Weisman almost nodded, but at this moment, reason overcame curiosity. He showed a faint smile and took a step back to show his attitude.
Ronan also laughed and joked again: "Don't worry, I will warn you before it explodes."
While speaking, he also closed his eyes.
The current "Mirror Mirror" is almost equal to the integration of Ronan's abilities, and it is a channel for quick display of some complex abilities. As the "moonlight" fell, Ronan came into contact with the wonderful spiritual world of the "gray-black flesh bag" in front of him.
, as if there were high-temperature bubbles surging up, expanding and exploding one by one, and being replaced by new ones.
A clone is a clone, even if there is some residual consciousness and the ability to dream, it is essentially incomplete.
What Ronan saw in those memory bubbles were just lumps of carelessly splashed and smeared oil paint. Occasionally, there were some relatively complete fragments, but they were completely scattered.
However, Ronan did not stop, and the most essential "jingjian" ability of "tracing back to the source" continued to work.
Ronan is not a particularly patient kind of person, at least he is a scumbag compared to Levi, but he has the computing power to sort out "universe major events", which is based on the thinking computing power of tens of billions of people on the earth.
, using "ritual sacrifices to ancient characters" to simulate the ancient god mode, and continuously optimized.
In the face of these memory fragments, there is no need to restore them to human logical clues. As long as they are captured and positioned accordingly, similar information can naturally be captured and gathered around it.
So, about seven or eight minutes later, Ronan made his first judgment: "The timeline should be very close."
He said it directly. Weisman was slightly startled, but still asked cooperatively: "'Very close' means..."
"The memory of the clone is very recent, just the past two days... Tsk, it's not what I particularly want." Ronan said, and then made sure, "He seems to have successfully gotten out of trouble."
Weisman seemed to understand a little bit now: "Are you saying that he has broken free from the element that forced the 'water tank' to continue to split?"
"Hmm, in addition, it may also be the reason why he keeps tossing around the 'Mo City'."
Ronan turned to look at Weisman and smiled: "Exclusive information, let's see if we can sell it for a good price."
Weisman was about to respond when he suddenly looked solemn and shouted in a low voice: "Be careful..."
As soon as he spoke, the "gray-black flesh bag" that "Moonlight" had injected into it suddenly expanded to such a large extent that a huge crack opened in its outer shell, and thick ink-like juice spewed out from inside.
Ronan was within the area where the "ink" was sprayed, but the juice, which was incomprehensible at first sight, began to expand and bubble in mid-air, and then quickly decomposed and disintegrated, as if it had turned into countless tiny spores.
It flew up and disappeared without a trace.
Weisman subconsciously held his breath.
At this time, Ronan said "Oh": "Sorry, there is still a problem with the precise operation..."
As he spoke, a thin strip of flesh and blood the size of a finger was slowly peeled off from the crack that opened. It was a bit like those strips of flesh and blood made by Ronan that flew down with the violent storm. It was easy to confuse. But if you look closely, this
The thing seems to be much more delicate, with veins similar to blood vessels and nerves densely distributed on it, forming strange patterns that can even make people dizzy after looking at it a few times.
A considerable part of the suspected "blood vessels and nerves" on it have been exposed and are adhered to the collapsed "gray-black flesh bag".
Well, the "gray-black flesh bag" was also parasitic in the body of the esper before.
Big brother, don’t laugh at second brother.
Weisman instinctively thought that this was an evil object.
He cautiously asked, "What is this?"
Ronan thought for a while: "Movement, flesh and blood movement. It was suppressed by the poison of the 'water tank' before, but now it has recovered... Well, I have seen it before. It doesn't seem to be so fine and strong. It should be specially made for