During the call with He Yueyin, Octopus walked further and further away, and now he had reached the fire door in the middle of the corridor, covering half of his body. As a result, Ronan was almost alone in the corridor of the inpatient department.
It seemed that the boy didn't care about the content of the octopus' call. For him, the smooth wall in front of him seemed to be more of a unique pleasure.
Octopus saw that Ronan was making circles on the wall, as if there was a complicated drawing that he needed to identify and correct.
Right, that is it.
Ronan's fingertips did not do it randomly, but dotted on specific areas, seemingly in an organized manner. And as the dotting process progressed, a smile appeared on his face, and it became more and more obvious, and continued to spread, giving
The feeling is that it comes from the heart and is refreshing, making people laugh after watching it.
But just thinking about the corresponding realistic situation, the octopus felt a deep chill, seeping out from the deepest part of its bones little by little, and turning into a sad and sad wind, which made its internal organs shrink into a ball.
"What a fool!"
Octopus gave herself a slap in the face. Of course He Yueyin could feel such a change, and her voice became very serious: "Did you mention the coordinates?"
"I told the Horned Demon to contact the auction house, no matter what!" For a moment, Octopus didn't know what else to do besides spewing curse words at himself.
"How is he doing now?"
"..." Octopus opened his mouth and found that he couldn't describe it and didn't want to describe it. He could only turn on the "shared perspective" function of the six ears and let He Yueyin see it for himself.
Soon there was silence over there, and after a while he said: "You are a doctor, do you think you can do a mental test on Mr. Luo without him paying attention?"
"This..." Octopus was speechless.
He Yueyin couldn't find a better way in a short time, so she could only say: "I will consult Mr. Bai and inform President Ouyang and others. You can observe more over there."
The communication was hung up, and Octopus was stunned for a while, and then he punched himself hard in the chest. He was so upset that he lost all sense of the changes in the outside world. It wasn't until someone whispered hello in his ear that he woke up.
"Doctor Zhang?"
"Ah?" Octopus turned around in shock and saw a tall beauty who was half a head taller than him. The refreshing denim jacket paired with trousers of the same material, a very handsome and neutral style, is enough to attract most men and quite a few people.
Women are pleasing to the eye.
It's just that Octopus is not in the mood to appreciate this at the moment. He is a little panicked despite the surprise. Because this tall beauty is none other than Ronan's cousin, the female rock singer Moya.
"It's okay, it's okay, the corridor is too stuffy." Octopus said, wishing he could give himself another slap in the face. They have no problem with you. It's just a matter of not opening which pot.
Mo Ya politely did not go into details. In recent months, Dr. Zhang Yuliang had been in contact with the family many times, and had given her grandfather a lot of extra care. She had become very familiar with him over time. If someone was in a bad mood, it might be due to his girlfriend.
If you've been dumped, why bother stabbing her with "concern" again?
And in comparison, Moya was more concerned about his cousin: "Ronan is here too, what is he doing? Making wild gestures in the air."
"Consider the idea. Conceive the painting." When he said this, Octopus almost lost control of his emotions, his eyes and nose felt numb, and he just wanted to find a secluded place to cry.
Mo Yaduo glanced at him twice, and her eyes probably meant something like "You're kidding me." At this moment, she finally felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere here, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes became much sharper.
After all, Octopus is also a senior ability user. Seeing that the situation was not good, he used the strong control of the ability user to strictly control his expression and body, and showed a professional smile to Moya: "It's so late, Miss Moya
Are you coming back?"
"Well, I have a business trip tomorrow, which may take a long time, so I came over to take a look. Thanks to Dr. Zhang, he helped us pass the application for flexible visitation."
"Where there is, it should be."
"When did Ronan come here?"
"At noon? Well, I'm not sure, I just arrived."
After a few awkward conversations, Moya didn't see any more clues, and without any emotion on his face, he bowed slightly and walked towards Ronan on the other side of the corridor.
Is this good luck?
Looking at Moya's back, Octopus felt a bit of anticipation in his heart. He reached out and took off the glasses from the bridge of his nose, frowning, hoping that the intervention of his family could help Ronan jump out of that bad state in time.
Over in the corridor, Ronan was unaware of the octopus's psychological activities. For reasons of confidentiality, Ronan did not allow his new work of psychic drawings to be displayed outside, but only allowed it to be mapped on the retina for reference.
The nature of psychic drawings is destined to be rich and complex in image information. Even if he creates it himself, he can always find more details when he sees and examines it again.
For example, on the portrait of Wu Jun and the silhouette of the giant wheel formed by perspective techniques, the blurred shadow outline appears like fine gauze. It used to look like mist at night, but now if you look at it, it is clearly a fluttering cloak, covering the entire scene.
Every corner of the work.
Is it the soul cloak that I control? Or is it the "cloak" sacred object of the Evil Religion that guided this series of events? Or is it more directly connected to grandpa's crazy and persistent ravings?
Ronan knew that in terms of IQ and calculation, there was indeed an unattainable distance between him and those standard "successful people in society". But then again, those "successful people" relied on nothing more than being huge
Complex power connections, as well as comprehensive intelligence and precise and in-depth analysis based on this.
Competing with these resources and abilities, Ronan can only be defeated at the conventional level. But if he finds another way from the field he is good at, it seems to be true?
At least, the person who designed this "treat plan" could never have imagined that on the eve of their actual launch of their plan, Ronan had already caught the corresponding signs and extremely critical links in a completely unscientific way.
Cloak, Wu Jun, the Horned Demon, the coordinates of Grandpa's laboratory, the auction, and the information about maritime activities that Maoyan obtained from "Yedian"...
If you have to connect these elements, it seems that you need a lot of far-fetched imagination. But now Ronan doesn't need to imagine anything anymore. Last night, he had done a comprehensive pre-reading in a more sophisticated and mysterious way.
Now, he is just waiting for time and changes in circumstances to keep up with the pace of spiritual awareness that is too advanced.
Judging from the current stage, every move made by the opponent is indeed at the predicted point. That sense of fit is really satisfying for obsessive-compulsive patients like Ronan.
As footsteps approached, Moya Weisha's voice sounded in her ears: "Congratulations, you've completely let yourself go. I missed the family meeting and I'm really sorry for not congratulating you right away."
Ronan turned around and curled his lips: "Even if you don't behave like an eldest sister, as the daughter of the Mo family, is it really okay for you not to share the worries of your parents? If you were here last night, you would still talk like this..."
"I became the scapegoat. Do you think that would be better?" Moya smiled and stretched out her hand to pinch Ronan's cheek. Speaking of which, she rarely did this kind of action in recent years.
Ronan slapped her hand away in disgust: "Are you in a good mood?"
"Both and each other, when I saw you facing the wall just now, I really thought you were depressed. Fortunately, as soon as I heard the news that you were going to drop out of school, I rushed back to express my support."
"That's because I became a target first."
At this point, Ronan finally expressed doubts: "Why are you coming here so late? Your band is about to collapse, and your schedule is still so tight?"
"Go away." Moya snarled softly, then laughed again, "Tomorrow I'm going on a business trip. It may be a month or longer. I'll come over tonight and take a look."
"On business trip?"
"Hmm, our band will have a small fan club in Sakai in ten days."
"Sakagi?" Ronan's eyes immediately focused.
Moya didn't see anything else. It was normal for Ronan to be surprised. After all, this announcement was a bit unconventional: "You also know that in the East Asian cultural circle, the music market there is much more mature, and the rock and roll environment is relatively better.
…It can be regarded as expanding overseas markets.”
"Really?" Ronan expressed doubt.
Nowadays, each of the eighty-eight large metropolitan areas is relatively closed. Except for those truly world-class stars, the cultural industry is basically in a state of isolation. Little stars like Moya who have just debuted, in Xiacheng
They may not be well-known, let alone in Sakagawa across the sea? It’s just a luxury to hope that their debut album can sell over 100 copies there!
Also, her Shanxi band is currently in chaos due to Shui Yi's departure and other problems. Will the agency approve this kind of activity?
Moya shrugged: "Anyway, that's what the company said, and we did find a partner there. As long as food, accommodation, and round trip are included, it's whatever they say. There are rumors that the company wants us to be there.
Debut again... Of course, if my family strongly opposes it, that's another matter."
My family objected to using me as a butt... Huh?
Ronan's brows twitched, and he suddenly realized that Moya was reporting to him. After all, everyone in the family knew that Ronan had entered a complicated circle. Not long ago, there was an air of tension, both inside and outside.
They were all watched secretly and openly.
Moya looks rebellious and casual, but in fact, she has inherited the advantages of her parents. She is thoughtful and good at considering problems from other people's perspectives. It was an accident that she met Ronan tonight, but this matter, no matter what
You have to find time to inform them.
She also didn't want to be a burden to Ronan.
Ronan paid attention to Moya and had a general understanding of his cousin's mentality. Frankly speaking, under the current circumstances, the word "Bancheng" concerned him very much. Maybe this was a coincidence, but the "Sakagashi" he encountered in the past few days
Are there too few coincidences?
He was silent, going over the situation introduced by Mo Ya in his mind, and suddenly found something incongruous: "Wait, the music club will be in ten days, what are you going to do now?
"I'm taking the opportunity to take a vacation." Mo Ya smiled as if he didn't care at all, "Didn't someone say that our band is about to collapse? There have been very few announcements recently, so I am idle. I am planning to take a cruise ship from Xiacheng Port.
Go north along the coast to Jicheng, and then transfer to Bancheng. This route takes about five days, and there is plenty of time for rehearsals when you get to Bancheng."