Paper Cut's gaze moved around the central control room: "Nanzi isn't here?"
As he said that, he walked towards the house, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the red fox.
"Wait a minute." The red fox's eyes were cold, his feet were silent, and there was no wind as he entered the central control room. During this period, his nose trembled slightly to distinguish the smell in the room, and even went to the elevator and other entrances and exits to explore.
Due to his eye injury, Ronan's body smelled very bloody. The red fox's rigorously trained nose was enough to identify where he was going. However, after turning around inside and out, the red fox's face became increasingly ugly.
The information displayed by the smell was beyond his comprehension.
"No sign of getting out."
"ah?"
"There is no smell left in the elevator or the safety door. It's not from that way."
Paper Cut blinked and looked back in the direction they came from: "The smell doesn't show the direction. Nanzi came from here too last time, did he go back the same way?
"I can tell." Red Fox walked to the operating table without raising his head. This place should have been the core of the entire building, but now it has become a huge garbage dump, completely destroyed by tanks.
Red Fox tried to restore the scene. He looked at the scrapped console and soon discovered an abnormality. In a certain area of the garbage dump, a huge amount of current had just passed through. Because the console was destroyed and the resistance was extremely high, there was
There are traces of ablation, but there are no wires or anything like that.
While he was thinking about it, Paper Cut muttered again: "Disappearing out of thin air? It doesn't look like something happened..."
As he spoke, the paper man he controlled was jumping outside the building, extending his senses and confirming that the manta ray was still acting as a fire helicopter very well, with no abnormalities.
"Contact the secretary?"
The red fox's face turned even worse, but he didn't object.
As soon as I raised my wrist after cutting the paper, there was an electronic sound of "beep" in my ears, and the corresponding thoughts had a place to go. Soon, kaleidoscope-like information connected with my consciousness, and the feeling suddenly became lively.
After a lot of trouble, Lingbo.com finally successfully restarted.
Over the years in Xiacheng, Paper-cutting has long been accustomed to having his ears close to his body, and he can cut into the life of Lingbo Network at any time, and his heart immediately relaxed. He also made a mistake, and searched the friend list for the first time, and saw:
Ronan is online!
The tetrahedron head is very eye-catching.
"Hey, Nanzi, where are you?" Paper Cut called.
The red fox suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
As for Ronan, there was silence for a moment, just one second, two seconds, and strange noises sounded, causing interference, making Paper Cut almost think that something was going to happen to Lingbo Network again.
Fortunately, the noise quickly disappeared and Ronan's voice rang out: "I'm... um, wait a moment."
This sentence sounded a bit hoarse and a bit floaty. Paper-cut was stunned when he heard it, and asked quickly: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Ronan still responded dumbly, and you could feel that there was something wrong with his mood.
Red Fox couldn't stand this kind of unfocused conversation, so he also accessed the Lingbo Internet and asked right away: "Where's the snake language?"
"Suicide."
Red Fox and Papercut looked at each other in confusion.
Ronan had no intention of further explanation and asked them instead: "You are in the central control room. Is there nothing going on there?"
"fine……"
Before he finished speaking, someone else applied for access to the call, and not just one, but several. He Yueyin, Zhang Yingying, Baoyan, Bamboo pole, Octopus... and even Bai Xinyan came to join in the fun.
Almost all of the people with abilities that Ronan knew were contacted in droves.
Ronan didn't expect that he would still be so popular. He is not good at this kind of situation, and he prefers a quiet environment, especially now.
Fortunately, the other party also realized this situation. Now He Yueyin took the lead, established an internal channel, pulled in all relevant people, and then changed to message mode. Only she, the founder, retained her voice and asked questions on behalf of everyone:
"Mr. Luo, how are your health and how are your eyes?"
While He Yueyin was speaking, various colored texts quickly filled the screen on the internal channel interface, which felt even more lively than the voice mode.
Ronan only responded with a low and hoarse voice: "It's okay, I can see it."
"Mr. Luo, I don't recommend that you stay in the gear for too long. Someone has already posted photos and videos of manta rays flying in the sky on the Internet. There is also too much movement in the jungle on the north coast. Professionals will be needed to deal with it later."
He Yueyin always maintained a calm and rational attitude. She could probably guess Ronan's thoughts and added: "10 minutes ago, I notified the firefighters to rush there. They should arrive soon."
"I know." Ronan's mood was subtle, but his answer was straightforward, "I'll leave right away."
"Mr. Luo, just return to Yundu Shuiyi. The Sacred Heart Hospital here is relatively well-equipped..."
"Okay." Ronan's response became shorter and shorter. Even after replying, he went offline directly, making it clear that he didn't want to say more.
This attitude made people in the internal channel very baffled.
"What's wrong? Are you angry?"
"Anyone who is tormented by those people from the General Association will be angry."
"Are you sure it's not because of a bunch of idiots who are unable to rescue you?"
"Hey, hey, think about yourself!"
"Is it stress reaction syndrome? He was frightened and angry but he still killed people. Look, Black Beetle, Informer, Tank, Snake Whisper, all four lives. Hmm, has he killed anyone before?"
"It seems... not?" Zhang Yingying was not sure.
At this time, Papercut said nothing and uploaded several pictures, all showing the tank's body from various angles.
Red Fox commented: "Boss Luo's masterpiece."
Zhang Yingying gave a dumbfounded expression and turned on the barrage effect, sliding all the way from right to left. Others followed suit, and a series of dull and confused expressions slid across the corpse photos.
Ronan didn't care what others said about him. After ending the call, he kept his original posture, opened his eyes wide, and looked around where he was, regardless of the pain in his eyes that was almost numb.
The circular space, circular chairs, wall lamps, bookshelves, footrests and other arrangements create a comfortable and calm atmosphere in a small space, just like a tree hole cabin on a dead tree sandbank.
Ronan stared blankly at the furnishings in the house, and then looked at his hands. After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly, held on to the slightly damp tree wall, and staggered up the stone steps to the upper level of the tree house.
.
In front of the picture window, scroll-shaped windows spread out to both sides, and the darkness inside and outside quickly merged together, trying to drown all existence.
Ronan could still see that there was a distance of five or six hundred meters between the dead tree sandbar and the gear. At this angle, the gear was like an unfinished painting, with only partial outlines and shadows, and one or two fire points that were not completely extinguished.
Still shining.
How did you get here?
What happened in the middle?
What did he see?
In fact, Ronan was not eager to know the final answer. He wanted to tell others what he had just experienced and discuss it in detail for as long as he wanted.
But the current situation is doomed, there is no such person.
He could only stare at the gears silently, watching this building stand silently in the long river of time, showing the world the simplest and most insignificant side...
At this time, the rumble of the real fire helicopter had already come from the distant night sky. On the Lingbo website, He Yueyin knew that he was offline, but still left a message to remind him, asking him to meet up with Red Fox and Paper Cut as soon as possible, and try to hide the manta rays
, meet at Shuiyi, Yundu.
Ronan did not reply. His eyes were fixed on the gears, and his mind seemed to be connected but not connected. "Coupling theory" could explain his experience, but after all, pure theory could not show the full picture of a great work.
It is rigorous, it is magical, and it is beautiful!
The most important thing is that it is my mother's work, and I have only glimpsed half of it.
It shouldn't be like this!
Ronan leaned forward, his head already sticking out of the viewing window. The autumn night wind was wrapped in ashes and the smell of the jungle, blowing into his nose. It was obviously ice, but it sent a burning sensation straight into his brain.
An emotion, an impulse, no matter how difficult it is to suppress.
Ronan held the lower edge of the viewing hood tightly with both hands, and moved his mind. Not far away, the manta ray was fetching water from the small lake and immediately gave up its work. With only a slight swing of its long pectoral fins, its huge body landed on the submerged sandbar.
, next to the edge of the dead tree.
"Let's go!" Ronan shouted and exerted his strength, so that his body jumped out of the viewing window and fell to the edge of the manta ray's pectoral fins. His long wings slightly folded, causing his body to slide all the way down to the flat back of the big fish.
The viewing window closed silently, restoring the appearance of a dead tree. Ronan struggled to stand up, but his feet were still a little weak, and he almost fell again, thanks to the strong body of the manta ray that gave him timely elastic support.
Without waiting to completely regain his balance, he staggered forward until he reached the head of the manta ray, grabbed a pair of flipped-up head fins, then took a deep breath and whispered softly:
"Fly, find the best angle!"
The manta ray let out a low roar, and the whistling air broke a few branches of the dead tree. The giant body swam upward, reaching a height of more than 100 meters in the blink of an eye.
Finally, his unusual behavior attracted the attention of others. The sound of paper cutting seemed to be heard in the jungle. As for the six ears and bracelets, there were also calls and reminders.
Ronan didn't respond at all, he just looked at the sky.
Pingjiang District, where the college is located, is a specially designated educational functional area in Xiacheng. Even with the towering "Yundu Shuiyi" skyscraper group raising the index, it is still one of the areas with the lowest average building height, and the air traffic level
The distribution is relatively sparse.
If you look up, the field of view is actually very wide, and the weather is good tonight. Three or five stars can't wait to break through the light pollution of the city and appear in all corners of the sky.
But as the manta ray flew upward, the cold wind blew against his face, and in Ronan's heart, in front of his eyes and in his ears, there was a different scene:
It is the flowing clouds and ice crystals;
It is the roaring wind like a dragon;
It is a vast land like hell;
It is a wonderful world that I would not have thought of in the past sixteen years.
Dangerous, deadly, and as alluring as a poppy flower,
Ronan could hardly tell the difference between reality and illusion. At this moment, the manta ray's tall body returned to its normal position and began to hover in the sky.
We are now over a thousand meters high. From a high position, we can see the sky and the earth rotating, the rivers meandering, and the dark void and the light pollution of the city as the background, forming a dark and depressing picture that spreads across the horizon, with hundreds of millions of creatures walking in it.
Go away, either numbly or wantonly, and sway the heat of life.
Ronan has never really understood this city. Just like at this moment, Xia City is just the background of his life, and what he pays attention to is only a subtle point under this background.
gear.
For Ronan, there is only here, pure and transparent. No matter how chaotic the background elements are, as long as you get close to this place, the visible and invisible order, the visible and invisible gears, intersect and bite between the heaven and the earth, surrounding the wonderful eye, slowly...
Slow running.
Rigorous, magical, beautiful...real!
Ronan stared blankly at this gorgeous scene that shook his soul and maybe only he could understand. His self-awareness seemed to be moving along with it, becoming part of the invisible and grand order, expanding outward layer by layer, sorting out everything in the world that he could sense.
So he knew that within a range of tens of kilometers, almost all the high-definition cameras on high-rise buildings in the area were turned around, as well as high-altitude ships, and perhaps even orbiting satellites at an altitude of several hundred kilometers, locked on the night sky where he was, staring coldly at him.
As for spiritual induction, it is covered in threads and turns from all spiritual levels, not one or two.
I don’t know how many people, through how many ways, pay attention to this world and his every move.
However, compared to the hundreds of millions of residents in Xia City, and compared to the tens of billions of living beings in the world, what does this mean?
Knowledge is order, ignorance is disorder. Disordered information is like an illusion, disintegrating in the light and fog of this big city.
Just like that figure, that name, that soul, that pride surging in Ronan's heart, they had nowhere to go.
To tell the world about her wonderful ideas and great achievements, it would take thousands of words and lengthy words, and the ambiguity of a few words may be thousands of miles apart.
In this vast world, who can I talk to and who can understand?
Could it be that he is the crazy grandpa in the nursing home?
After all...it's only me.
Mom, now, I am the only one.
only me!
Sensing Ronan's emotions, a thousand meters above the ground, the manta ray suddenly swooped down. Its flat body seemed to be tied to a long line of invisible order, turning into a weird and spectacular giant kite, circling rapidly around the center.
The strong wind roared, Ronan's eyes were burning, and his vision was distorted. Only the rotating gear revolved around time, as if in a trance, like the eyes with twinkling eyes, and like the center of the world, the source of order, where everything in the world was integrated, connected and coupled with his mind.
.
"boom!"
The vastness of the galaxy, billions of stars, trembled slightly in the surging emotional storm, and the light of hundreds of thousands of stars, like water droplets, turned into a river into the sea in a blink of an eye. The rolling soul power exploded the external neurons, overflowing in an instant, like a river bursting its banks,
Rushing down.
It is this rush that brings up two gears of different sizes, like waves hitting a waterwheel, finding opportunities and rotating simultaneously.
The Qi machine was rubbing, the electric light was bursting out, and they were densely woven vertically and horizontally. In the blink of an eye, they could no longer be counted. They only made Ronan's energy and blood surge. The pain was still exciting, but how could he understand it? He could only be pushed by the surging emotions, and he screamed with a cracked throat.
There is no scruple, no consideration, only the pure and extreme emotions, mixed with electric light, roaring on the spiritual level.
"Mother!"
The gloomy sound of thunder rolled through the void.
(This chapter has 4,000 words, so I’ll make up for it a little bit. I was actually injured when writing two materials yesterday, and I stayed up all night, so this chapter was reworked...)