"Are you really the Creator?" Ronan was surprised, "That's a big statement. Is it some world-wide religious sect?"
"That's the problem." Paper-cut shrugged, "I just searched and there is no relevant information in the database. There is no record of this in either the association or the Xiacheng military and political department. In other words, this is very possible.
It’s a new sect, a new force that has not come into everyone’s sight... Why don’t you consult the secretary about this new information?”
Ronan blinked: "Sister Yueyin? Is it rare to trouble her?"
Paper Cut nodded: "It's true that there are very few new sects that are so organized when they first come out. In fact, in recent years, there have been very few new sects themselves. After all, the coverage area of the inner world is getting larger and larger, you know."
Ronan does understand that as the influence of the other world on the real world becomes stronger and stronger, their ability to discover and cultivate talents is enough to minimize the existence of "legacy pearls".
Under such circumstances, a very mature "new religious group" suddenly appeared from the cracks in the stone, and everyone had no choice but to consider a more "conservative" direction.
Ronan was about to contact He Yueyin, but then he thought, it would be best to show her the magic array as a reference. He tried to communicate with Du Yong: "Can I make a copy of the magic array file?"
"No problem." Du Yong was so cheerful that it was suspicious.
Xie Junping further explained: "According to the instructor, when it comes to spiritual enlightenment, we should gather the talents of all parties and the help of friends to get the best solution. There is no need to engage in mysterious and self-preserving actions."
It seems to be a very enlightened sect!
Ronan and Paper Cut looked at each other, and the latter asked seemingly casually: "Can I introduce you to the instructor who introduced you to the class? Maybe I know him."
Xie Junping was so open-minded that he didn't even stumble: "His surname is Wan, we all call him Dean Wan. He works in a welfare home in Linqiang District and he has real abilities."
This kind of information acquisition simply gives people no sense of accomplishment at all.
While Ronan was shaking his head, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind, and a picture appeared in his mind. It was last week that when he was engaged in outsourced reconnaissance business, he controlled the ink to detect the memory of the forest wall area. He had met a person there.
People with abilities wanted to preach and preach, and children from as far away as Sanzha District came to listen to the lectures.
Could it be that one?
It is certainly wrong to make random associations, but the overlap of factors such as missionary work and the forest wall area will increase the probability to some extent. If it is really him, his career will be bigger than imagined.
There was no solid evidence for this guess, and the special perspective of extra-distance perception was difficult to explain. Ronan didn't talk to Paper-cutting anymore, received the document transferred by Du Yong, and talked to He Yueyin through Liu Er.
Just the next second, there was a message that it was busy and there was no connection. This is not surprising. Eight and nine o'clock every night is one of He Yueyin's busiest times. Unless it is a super urgent event, he must call in turn.
Go to the back.
Ronan thought for a while and created a temporary task. He pulled He Yueyin, Paper Cut, Xue Lei, and Maoyan into the task, and then sent a message and file to He Yueyin, sharing it with multiple parties.
Paper Cut took a look: "Oh, Cloud Atlas, this is the most suitable drawing software for making magic circles. It doesn't seem to be a particularly closed genre, which may be good news."
Ronan noticed that the file showed a clear icon: "Liu Er can read it."
"Of course, this kind of practical function still needs to be integrated."
Ronan saw that Du Yong was gritting his teeth against the read-only projection, but he was unwilling to copy the files to the computer anyway. He felt that there was something wrong with this guy's brain, and sighed: "Forget it, use mine."
He directly connected the six ears to the projector without having to switch. He directly read and opened it in the task window. He set up an open operation mode and removed the read-only restriction so that everyone could operate it.
He scratched it casually, leaving clear traces on the magic circle, which he retained. The next moment, he canceled the scratches. He tried this a few times and confirmed: "It can be modified now. You can try to remember
Take a moment to get a feel for it, and let us see your thoughts. Don’t worry, this can be saved at any time..."
Halfway through speaking, Ronan rubbed his fingers, thoughtfully.
The feeling of light passing by was very interesting, and it also gave him a more direct feeling about the order and method of the energy information of the magic circle. It made the already blurry inspiration become clear again, and his thinking was immediately immersed in it.
Du Yong was hesitant at first, but soon he saw the tool window of Yuntu software, and his heart was suddenly filled with great joy. When he was about to operate, he saw Mo Han and several other little girls also curiously trying to operate.
Without thinking, he shouted:
"Don't damage the template."
This was the limit of his scolding. Qiu Peipei, who had a quiet temperament, was the timidest one. She took a step back in shock and said sorry.
Mo Han was not afraid of him, and was even more annoyed that he had startled his friends. He said disdainfully: "There is a rollback operation. What are you afraid of?"
Du Yong was really shocked by the bad memory and shook his head repeatedly. At this time, he showed great repulsion towards all non-professionals.
There is no way to communicate with this kind of neurosis. Paper-cutting understood this very well, so he turned to look at a group of boys and girls: "You don't want to go play, we professionals...enthusiasts can just discuss it here."
Mo Han looked at him with wide eyes: "Hey, are you going to clear the place and drive people away?"
Of course Paper Cut would not argue with a little girl, so he turned to Ronan and asked: "How about we change places first."
He felt that with Liu Er around, data migration and the like couldn't be simpler, and people could be separated naturally, so a lot of things would be easy to talk about.
But after turning his eyes away, he saw Ronan staring at the magic circle again, turning a deaf ear to his suggestions. In desperation, he had no choice but to bump it again.
"Ah? Oh, wait." Ronan didn't come out so easily this time. He replied twice casually, his eyes still resting on the structure of the magic circle, and he reached out to touch it.
Du Yong's tolerance for this "comrade" was much higher, especially his concentration. He liked it very much and looked forward to it. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you have inspiration?"
"Well, I have an idea. I think this magic circle has less texture."
"...Which one?"
"Texture, material reality." Ronan also needs others to communicate with him, observing and organizing words at the same time: "If the magic circle is regarded as a building, and the structure and lines are regarded as rooms and pipelines, your template is more like
It is in the state of a drawing. There is no material or filler. It is just a three-dimensional pattern."
The part that Ronan didn't say was that the magic circle that Huang set up last time at least had a real medium, which was essentially higher than this.
It’s not a fault of any kind, it’s the difference between people.
And this gap is not due to mystical knowledge - Du Yong, as the former president of the Occult Research Society, is better than that Huang who is not doing his job properly.
Then, it is very likely that there are spiritual existences such as thoughts and desires.
Ronan did not continue this line of thinking. He was not a believer in the Creation Cult, and his desire to believe had nothing to do with him. He was more interested in other directions: could this "texture" be used in other ways? To be more specific, with
What about soul power and interference power instead?
Seeing Ronan in this state, it was even more difficult to disturb the paper-cut.
Geniuses like Ronan see the world fundamentally differently from others, and their perspective and depth of looking at problems are also very different. The inspiration formed from this kind of perspective is very precious. If it is destroyed, who will bear the responsibility?
After a moment of hesitation, Tian Si next to him took the initiative to take over the task of scheduling: "How about we go to Area A to play for a while. Junior Ronan is obviously not doing his job as a landlord, so I will entertain him, so as not to let him
Continue to shame us, the people from Zhixing Academy."
"Wow, Sister Si is so proud!" Tian Si's deliberate "derogation" obviously suited the appetite of a group of young men and women and also minimized their rejection. It was very effective.
On the other side, Hu Huaying was not stupid either, and sang along with Tian Si: "I agree with what Minister Tian said. These people who study occultism have abnormal brains. They might even let the juniors and girls from No. 6 Middle School think that we are at Zhixing Academy."
They are all suffering from hysteria. It just so happens that there is a VIP room up there. If you want to retreat or not, let’s move our position and leave it to them."
The temptation of the VIP room is indeed greater than that of the luxury box, and it is also stronger than the public area in Area A. As soon as I said it, many people's eyes lit up.
Hu Huaying winked at Tian Si and asked her to take care of her first, then turned back to ask Xie Junping for permission. Xie Junping booked the VIP room, and a group of people wanted to board the VIP floor, so they couldn't do it without the corresponding permissions.
A group of boys and girls walked out the door, and Robbio whistled: "Normal bag, luxury bag, VIP room, it turns out we are here to upgrade today!"
Mo Peng nodded fiercely with saliva on his face: "I have been looking forward to the dance duel between all the beauties for a long time. The light and shadow effect in the VIP room will definitely be better. I will design the light and shadow costumes later, dance clothes, sailor clothes, stewardess clothes, etc., we will take turns to do it.
set."
"You are a pervert!"
Ruan Zihui kicked him, and Mo Peng laughed and opened the door suddenly to escape. Unexpectedly, when he pulled it, the weight was wrong, tightening and loosening. Mo Peng used the wrong force, and staggered forward.
He fell backwards and bumped into Robbio. The door was also opened, and someone from the outside fell in and fell to the ground.
"Why?"
"Who... Yue Zheng!"
Although the figure fell to the ground, he was still recognized when he struggled to get up. At this time, Yue Zheng had a set of peripheral equipment, which had an anti-collision function. It didn't hurt, but he was really embarrassed.
Yue Zheng had a lot of trouble tonight. He had just crawled out of the vomit, and a dog gnawed at the mud. His chin collided with the smooth floor, and his mouth, teeth, and tongue were all injured. Evil fire rushed to his head, and he got up.
Mo Peng gave Mo Peng a push:
"I'm CNM, what the hell are you doing!"
Mo Peng was a little embarrassed at first, but when he was scolded directly in the face and his close relatives were involved, his mood changed immediately. As for the push, it was nothing.
He wanted to scold him directly, but in the end he was more confident, so he sneered: "I also want to ask you, how does it feel to be fucked by a hand cannon in various positions?"
Yue Zheng's face turned pale and then purple, and the only rational chord in his mind suddenly broke. He cursed again, raised his fist, and hit Mo Peng in the face.
The incident happened in a hurry, and everyone relied on instinct. Mo Peng was slightly fat, but he was a sturdy and flexible fat man. He had been beaten in real battlefields for many years, so his reaction speed was still higher than that of ordinary people. At this distance, he was a shorter person.
, without using fists or feet, just go up to the bull, and the round head, connected with the angular tactical helmet, was pushed between Yue Zheng's chest and abdomen.
He exerted force on his legs, feet, waist and abdomen, and the impact was not small. Yue Zheng was still drunk, so he almost vomited out again after receiving this impact. What was worse was that his balance was completely lost. He fell forward last time, but this time he fell backward.
Fortunately, there was a place to lean on behind. When I tripped over my feet, my shoulder hit someone's chest, and the back of my head bumped into something semi-soft, and then I heard a muffled scream.
Later, there was a loud sound of ouch, ouch, ouch, and the previous support also fell back, and then there was hot and cold juice, which was poured down on his head and face. Yue Zheng was immediately stunned.
Ju Maoxun's unclear and hoarse curse rang in his ears:
"What a fool!"
Ju Maoxun lay on the ground, also a little confused.
It stands to reason that it would be beneficial to him if Yue Zheng caused a big fuss. After all, they were all students of No. 6 Middle School, and they were also his companions. If they really made a fuss, it would be the same group of people who would be embarrassed. He could just watch the fire from the other side and make a few taunts.
Take advantage.
This was one of the best results he could think of. Even if Yue Zheng didn't make a fuss, he still wanted to encourage him from behind.
But, why did it suddenly become like this?
The brief moment of confusion passed, and the feeling on his face finally had a realistic explanation:
Yue Zheng was pressed down on him, and his face was splashed with sticky juice. The big glass of juice even hit him on the head. Of course, there was also the most painful nose bone, which hit the back of Yue Zheng's head, making it taste bitter and fishy.
The taste, mixed with the juice, flowed into the mouth, and it was obviously bloody.
Ju Maoxun could have avoided it. The Shueisha under his command still appeared as a fighting club most of the time, and his skills were quite good.
But the problem is that there are too many people behind him, two waiters carrying wine and fruit plates, and two friends brought here to boost momentum. The four people are tightly blocked, and no matter how good they are, they can't even hope to make money.
Make space.
Sure enough, you shouldn't have come!
What was originally a relaxing and pleasant journey of slaps in the face, he turned into a gunman in front of him. That guy Ju Ling and he are not the same people on the road!
That's why he ended up in this situation.
You know, this is Area A of Shuanghe Realm, one of the areas with the highest population density in the entire Xiacheng. Especially here is Yundu Shuiyi, a large living area. People passing by here and there are several surrounding universities.
The high school player overlapped greatly with his life circle. He fell here with his feet in the air, his nostrils bleeding, juice pouring all over his face, and there seemed to be flashlights flashing around him.
No need for tomorrow, tonight, his appearance will be spread to major university forums...
This was Ju Maoxun's last rational thought.
The next moment, all the slap-in-the-face designs fell apart. Ju Maoxun roared and pushed away Yue Zheng, who was still in a dazed state. He struggled to get up, picked up the large juice cup next to him, and regardless of it, pointed at the densest crowd in front.
The location was smashed:
"I'll chop you guys into pieces alive!"
There was a dull crashing sound, followed by the girl's scream.
Amidst the piercing sound waves, Qiu Peipei fell backwards and fell into Mo Han's arms, with blood gushing from her forehead. The large juice cup fell to the ground, still not broken, and whirling around.