Just like in the underground laboratory, on the main interface of the imitation paper soft screen, there is still only one more icon. It is not the "gear" that once existed, but it still looks very familiar:
The regular tetrahedron and its inscribed and circumscribed spheres, Ronan’s visualization figures!
However, at present, the icon is overall dark, as if downloading an application but the download and installation has not been completed. Most of it is still in shadow, and only a very small part is lit.
Progress display...1%?
It's surprisingly slow.
Ronan scanned it with his mind and figured out some basic information, and doubts followed:
What is the weight of what was dug from the "Human-Faced Spider"? To express the theme, shouldn't it be displayed as a "magic talisman" or something like that? What does it have to do with visualization graphics?
These questions can only be answered after the download, er, analysis is completed.
There is another thing that Ronan is concerned about: the analysis results of "Cat's Eye" are not displayed on the main interface. If you want to touch it, you always feel that it is a layer away.
There seems to be some doorways inside.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Seeing Ronan inexplicably enter a trance state again after replying a few words, Zhang Yingying, including everyone else in the conference room, felt increasingly uncertain.
The profession of a psychic involves mostly mysterious and mysterious spiritual things, which are really difficult to master. Among the few psychics in the association, except for the old man Gao Dexun, who is highly cultivated, there is not much difference that can be seen. The others are all
Somewhat neurotic, it is said that it has something to do with the backlash he received when he used his abilities in his early years.
Zhang Yingying couldn't help but glared at the cat's eyes again.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Ronan's eyes also became active, moving in sync with Zhang Yingying, pointing at the cat's eye.
Cat's Eyes was somewhat immune to Zhang Yingying's glare, but when Ronan's unintelligible look came over, her heart suddenly jumped, and she felt a little nervous for no reason.
Hey, hey, what are you so nervous about?
Her emotions were so excessive and abnormal that even Mao Yan could not bear to look at herself. She had always had a temperament that did not take trouble too seriously, she was carefree, and her courage was outrageous, and she had always prided herself on this.
But ever since I got into trouble, I felt like I had no peace of mind, and I had really turned into a good cat. Now facing Ronan, the feeling of weakness that continued to sprout finally led to a counterattack from my self-consciousness:
I was yelled at by Zhang Yingying just now, it was because of friendship, you are nothing!
Maoyan immediately opened his eyes wide and stared back at Ronan, not even saying anything: "What, do you want to claim compensation? Okay, can I sleep with you?"
According to her observation of Ronan, this introverted boy would most likely be unable to resist him. In the end, Zhang Yingying would have to take the lead. Then she would just mess around for a while and give him a similar explanation.
But the problem is, the eyes that Ronan looks directly at have no emotions that can be interpreted, and they are not affected by any external emotions, including the deliberate provocation of the cat's eyes.
Seeing Zhang Yingying on the side wanting to slap the table again, Ronan just nodded to Maoyan: "Come here and help me, okay?"
"..."
People in the conference room looked at each other, and Maoyan pointed back at himself: "Me?"
Wait, this posture is really weak!
Maoyan wanted to get angry again, but at this time Ronan had already lowered his head, and the electronic pen landed on the paper-like soft screen again.
"You're so young, why are you pretending!"
The cat's eyes laughed "ha" and suddenly jumped over the table without any warning. The twelve centimeters of thin roots were as high as the sky. They fell to the ground silently. They were agile and really looked like a big cat. The perfume was so rich that it made you dizzy.
The smell also covers this area.
She supported the table with one hand, and half of her body formed a shadow, which fell on the imitation paper soft screen in Ronan's hand: "Hey, pretending to be a B boy, how do you want me to help you? It's not that you can't draw pictures, and finally you want to find someone to help you.
A tank?"
Ronan glanced at her and felt that this woman was unreasonable. But the sudden inspiration was very precious and he didn't want to miss it. He simply lowered his head and looked directly at the paper-like soft screen. He said something:
"Don't talk, and try not to think too much. Look at this picture of mine. What do you think?"
"...You want to harm me again?" Thinking of the tragic situation of his bloodshot eyes before, Maoyan felt really weak, and the momentum that had finally risen sharply declined.
But Zhang Yingying still pushed her from behind: "I've looked here almost dozens of times, and there's nothing wrong with it. You're obviously looking for death, right?"
"Who knows if you have an affair?" Maoyan quipped back, squinting his eyes as if he wanted to see but didn't dare to.
"Shut up."
Ronan's commanding words hit his ears, and Maoyan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He really stopped talking, opened his eyes a little more, and looked at Ronan's paper-like soft screen.
She had scanned this sketch with "Extra-distance Perception" before and found nothing out of the ordinary. But at this time, following Ronan's order, she looked down and felt completely different.
There were many various shapes on the sketch, such as a small boat with a chain hanging down, and a rock facing the wind and waves, all of which were extremely eye-catching. But inexplicably, she focused her sight on a certain river in the turbid river, which seemed to be swimming in a circle.
On the moving fish.
"It looks a lot like me..."
Ridiculous thoughts came to his mind, and then he saw Ronan's electronic pen falling, drawing multiple lines around and even on the fish she was looking at.
It was strange to say that when these lines appeared, she felt a little dazed, as if the lines were not falling on the paper-like soft screen, but being pulled out of her body.
There was an invisible ghost, reaching out its hand, which seemed to be caressing her gently, but also seemed to cut into her organs and skull, dissecting her completely.
When this thought became clear, Maoyan froze on the spot.
Seeing Ronan painting on the spot, and standing tall and strong, a group of capable people were all curious, and Hulala all gathered over and formed a circle.
In their opinion, the sketch drawn by Ronan looked chaotic at first glance, but it was very intuitive. It was originally a chaotic and intertwined river structure, but as the pen moved, a relatively clear trajectory was inexplicably cleared, which clearly symbolized the fish.
The route taken by swimming to this point.
Some people with quick minds can vaguely understand that they seem to be tracing back what happened before.
Psychic people can go back in time and know in advance!
The conference room was silent for a while, no one dared to disturb the work of a genuine psychic.
"Sister He."
Ronan suddenly spoke again. This was just a habitual behavior, but he quickly reacted and transferred to Lingbo.com, entered Project 001, and communicated with He Yueyin.
At this time, a blurry figure appeared on the structural diagram of Shuiyi Bluestone Hotel, and he tried to find a matching area in it. The problem was that Ronan was not familiar with the operation, so he could only ask others for help.
The little actions of Ronan and He Yueyin could not be hidden from others. A group of people with abilities used their knees to figure out what was going on. They all huffed and puffed into the encrypted channel and transferred to Project 001.
The only thing that didn't do this was the cat's eye.
At this moment, she couldn't exert any energy at all. Her legs, wrapped in black fishnet stockings, were trembling uncontrollably. If she hadn't supported the table with her hands earlier, she might have fallen to her knees at this time.
That ghost, the invisible ghost, was not enough to dissect her completely, and began to greedily devour her again.
Maoyan only felt that her power was losing rapidly, and her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and the source of all this... She could also see that on the imitation paper soft screen, the pen was constantly sharp, seemingly fluent, but any small setback would be
It was a heavy bombardment on her mental level.
Ronan! It can only be Ronan! This devil!
Recalling the whole process, Maoyan suddenly understood that this was clearly a conspiracy, a set of traps, and a devilish ritual openly launched in full view of the public!