On May 5th, at about 8 o'clock in the evening, the night in Sakai City was like the hanging skirt of a goddess. Tonight, there was no longer a mysterious and ascetic atmosphere, but it was painted with dazzling fireworks. Every time it swayed, it was filled with hundreds of cold lights and warm colors.
, changing and changing, so beautiful.
But the most eye-catching thing tonight is below instead of above, in the water instead of in the sky.
On the south bank of Beishan Lake, a grand and gorgeous stage was built on the floating water near the embankment. The high-pitched electric guitar tones were wrapped in the roars of tens of thousands of fans, citizens, and tourists, overpowering the low roar of fireworks in the sky, announcing
The Sakai Music Festival officially kicked off.
On the embankment, the police in Sakai City were facing a formidable enemy. Thousands of people set up a human wall to guard against the excitement of the enthusiastic fans, who would cause a stampede and even fall into the lake.
This was the case on the shore. At this time, the sides and rear of the main stage were also surrounded by large and small cruise ships. The boats were also crowded with people. Compared with the shore, the lively atmosphere was no less intense.
"There are platforms on all sides and guests from all over the world. I am the first...the light shines brightly!"
Wang Mo, the melody guitarist of Shanxi Band, changed from his usual boring temperament and leaned on the side of the boat to seize the best viewing position and greedily absorbed the breath from the main stage.
Opening the music festival are undoubtedly world-class bands, each of which is his idol and the goal he hopes to achieve in his dream.
After being envious, it suddenly became boring again.
"We're going to go on stage! We're going to a road show!"
Bassist Huang Xiangdong was already very drunk, and he was shouting loudly and raising his arms, which made people look at him sideways, but it was difficult for him to capture Wang Mo's thoughts.
Wang Mo sighed.
His show is over.
Among the hundreds of bands that participated in the Sakai Music Festival, the Shanxi Band's standard can only be said to be below average. The invited performance was only a warm-up performance, and it was not yet the main stage. It was a small group of singers who finished two hours ago.
Yes, this is their only performance assignment in Sakai.
Actually, most of the bands participating in music festivals are like this, and then they have to find their own way. Road shows are not a shame. The ecology of underground bands is like this, and it is more stylish.
The problem is that the lead singer of the band is leaving tomorrow, and everyone is still playing tricks!
"Oh oh oh, beauty!"
Huang Xiangdong seemed to have made a big discovery, and his voice suddenly sharpened, just like his miserable high note.
Wang Mo was too lazy to turn his head, but Ma Lou, an older keyboard player behind him who was also carrying a bottle of wine, narrowed his slightly blurred eyes and stamped his certification:
"Tsk, the beauty in the kimono is so nice!"
"Where is it, where is it, where is it?"
The latest drummer to join the band, Jeff Lun, is small in stature, but he is a typical ADHD patient. Even in the crowd of Wuyangyang, he is jumping back and forth, and his energy and curiosity are first-rate.
Ma Lou responded kindly: "On the right hand side, on the shore, is a plain blue kimono...ah, what a dignified beauty."
Wang Mo curled his lips. In fact, he also saw it. Indeed, the body shape and color tone of the kimono lady over there were very aesthetic. However, under the night and the flashing fireworks lights, everything had its own filter effect.
, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than self-anesthesia mixed with imagination.
Compared with the high-minded undergraduate students, Jeff Lun's brain circuit is obviously not that complicated. In fact, he is so high that he doesn't know what to do, up, down, left, and right:
"Right? Where is right?"
It is the same kind that knows the same kind best. Huang Xiangdong shouted in his ear: "Ride, ride (rhythm cymbal)!"
Jephlen understood instantly and jumped to look at the shore. He soon laughed out loud and raised his arms to say hello loudly:
"Beauty! Biji-san, Onii-chan..."
Wang Mo covered his face, maybe it would be better to just go back to Xia City! Coming from an academic background, he really couldn't stand this.
Separated by dozens of meters of water, there was noisy music, and the human voice was blocked. It was impossible for Jefflen's shouting to reach there. However, it was probably a coincidence that the lady really turned her face away.
Come on, the sight seems to be focused on the ship.
Jefflen became even more excited and wanted to throw his arms out.
Wang Mo had to squeeze half of his body to the side with difficulty to avoid being stepped on. As soon as he moved away, he heard an "ouch" and Jefflen's knee hit the railing of the ship's side.
However, Jefflen felt no pain at all, and even that cry was not caused by pain, but by mental stimulation. He slapped the fence so hard that his vocal cords tore:
"That, that Onii-chan... Viper! Viper!"
People around him looked sideways, thinking that this guy was really over the top. In the end, Huang Xiangdong, who was of the same kind, looked back and forth several times, and suddenly realized:
"Ah ah ah, a has-been actress, what a arrogant and arrogant snow!"
Jephlen slapped Huang Xiangdong on the shoulder: "Yes, that's right, she's that prude woman. I searched for half the night last night, but couldn't find that kind of movie. Today at the fan meeting..."
"I'm here too. I didn't criticize him in person. I'm really grateful!"
Wang Mo and Ma Lou also looked like they suddenly understood. It was rare for the four band members to reach a consensus, and they were also deeply impressed by the kimono lady on the shore:
After all, not every "fan" would be like that person and criticize to his face that "except for the lead singer, the band members are just a collection of mediocre talents."
Moreover, even for the lead singer Moya, the evaluation was that "rhythm is far better than tone", "temperament and appearance are more valuable", "when you close your eyes, it is your guitar skills that save you and your teammates" and so on.
Poison sharp knife.
Under that elegant and dignified skin, there must be cold and smooth snake scales!
Wang Mo felt uncomfortable: "This woman, with her clothes and makeup, she should go to the opera house. Why come to listen to rock music and make irresponsible remarks about our little band?"
Lao Ma Lou also stayed up late last night to do his homework: "According to online information, she does have qualifications from the Takarazuka Theater Company."
"..."
This is a god-level figure, and the Pheasant Academy cannot afford to offend him.
Wang Mo shrank, but Jeff Lun was still jumping around: "She must be depressed! Hmm, maybe she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside? If I take action..."
"Even if her ovaries are filled with dry firewood, she can burn it at a moment's notice, and you can't help but get some sparks. Look at it for what you want! This is a society that values appearance, regardless of gender."
Huang Xiangdong raised his thumb and poked behind his shoulder. When attacking his companions, his thoughts and sense of direction were very clear, and his accents were also accurate.
"Female, female...oh!" Jefflen said in a long tone, but he was not annoyed. In fact, men are very tolerant of such beauty scenes. He just sighed, "I've heard about that super girl.
If you are lucky enough to be a woman, come to Sancheng to see it. Three? Four? A waste!"
Huang Xiangdong gave him another tip of his little finger: "Just be content, she's just not attracted to you, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn to be a scumbag."
Jephlen was still not angry. The two men chatting together laughed together, then held their heads and howled, all without saying a word.
The chaos on the lower deck is mixed with the hustle and bustle of the semi-enclosed observation deck on the upper floor, leaving no quiet corner. However, whenever there is need and sentiment, people can always subconsciously filter out some external noise and construct a subjective
Private space.
Of course, if there are three bodyguards who can quietly separate a small space, the material foundation for the existence of the atmosphere will be even stronger.
At this time, Moya felt peaceful and peaceful in her heart, leaning against the railing and chatting with her best friends. No matter what the topic was, it was full of interest and sentiment.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that the beauty in kimono on the shore happened to be the topic of conversation between Mo Ya and Tang Yi.
Different from the traditional clothing that contains feminine charm on the other side, the two here are wearing casual and neutral casual clothes. They are equally tall and handsome. Standing together they look like models in a blockbuster, full of fashion sense. But when talking,
, all that flows is the flavor of memories:
"In your eyes, our performance is probably riddled with holes and is unbearable to watch?"
"oh?"
"I remember that at the campus music festival in 1993, someone's evaluation was just one way. Do I need to repeat it again?"
"I just have doubts about your classification method... Well, I mean there is no need to make the classification too clear." Tang Yi reached out and gently twirled a strand of hair hanging down the side of Moya's cheek, "Hair is hair.
In most cases, just one or two, three or five locks have no meaning, but are a joke."
"Don't revise my established ideas. Anyway, from my uncle and Ronan, I understand that the talents of relatives who are inherited by the same blood are very different, let alone you and me."
"It is indeed like you. If you wake up early, it will not prevent you from hitting your head and causing bloodshed."
"How could it be?" Moya's smile blossomed, and then she leaned forward, ignoring the surrounding gazes, and kissed Tang Yi's cheek gently, "I am the most optimistic waiter, I am waiting for everyone around me to realize their talents and realize their dreams...
After all, without family members waiting there, the moment of success may be the saddest moment."
"Wow, that's a great idea for a speech."
"Perhaps what my uncle instilled in me can be called the 'ultimate background wall' achievement? Now that I think about it, maybe it is just to coax children. But there is no way, I am very coaxed!"
It was obviously not very funny, but the two of them pressed their foreheads together and rubbed their temples together, and they still laughed out loud, which naturally attracted the attention of others.
Tang Yi didn't care about other people's eyes, but when she connected the "uncle" in Mo Ya's mouth with more direct identity information, her mind still wandered for a moment:
Luo Zhongheng...the researcher who asked Li Wei to personally take action at all costs, can "talent" really break through the generation gap of civilization? Or is it a miracle "fed" by more incredible resources?
If it is the former, then the miracle will be difficult to reproduce in a short time;
But if it’s the latter, where are the “incredible resources” that can make the miracle happen again?
In the past year, similar problems have been torturing those high-ranking people.
Continue to indulge and observe?
Or should we nip the signs of crisis before the next Luo Zhongheng appears and avoid paying a greater price?
After a few forks in the road, the situation was on the verge of getting out of control...or maybe it was already out of control without even realizing it.
She sighed softly: "The clouds in Sakae City are very thick!"
Moya looked up and saw that the fireworks in the sky had not yet dissipated. The flames were intertwined with the remaining smoke, and the colors were thick and colorful. It was not clear enough to the senses, but when it came to the clouds... I really didn't see them.
Instead, there was a huge airship, slowly passing by in the colorful stream of light.
Fireworks exploded around the airship. Bai Xinyan raised the wine glass lightly, and the clear liquid reflected the splendor, and also underwent subtle deformation as the air molecules vibrated and propagated.
At this time, even through the fully enclosed viewing window, I seemed to smell the strong smell of gunpowder.
"Tomorrow, the head of the Department of Environmental Affairs will probably bow to apologize?"
Tamagawa Eisuke ignored such meaningless words. He was sitting upright on the sofa, staring at the dynamic data chart visualized in front of him. Multiple functional areas were divided, making the overall chart look more complicated. Only the upper left corner was directly intercepted from the airline database.
The passenger flight information is quite intuitive.
Moya, Ronan's cousin's photo, occupies a very eye-catching area.
Tamagawa Eisuke stared at the photo for a long time, finally lowered his eyelids and tapped the virtual keys on the armrest of the sofa. In an instant, all the chart data on the screen was cleared, and the projection area dimmed.
"give up halfway?"
Bai Xinyan's voice came again. Tamagawa Eisuke really didn't want to pay attention to this embarrassing topic, but thinking of the ambiguous relationship between Bai Xinyan and Wang Yu, as well as her own special status in Tianqi Laboratory, after pausing for a few seconds,
Finally an explanation was given:
"We still can't find Ronan. Currently, we have used the all-weather monitoring network in Sakai City, mobilized the satellites above our heads, and included the police's information control, but it still has no effect. It seems to have disappeared out of thin air."
"If I understood it correctly and couldn't find Ronan, you wouldn't have attacked his sister?"
Tamagawa Eisuke hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Basically, yes."
Then he couldn't help but explain a few more sentences: "Wang Yu's purpose is just to make Ronan bow his head, personally participate in the auction on the high seas, and reach an agreement. Now, that guy may have already run away in a manta ray.
When we reach the center of the Pacific Ocean, why should we add any unnecessary extravagance?"
"Really? I thought you were helping him survive."
Don’t tell me when you see through it, woman!
Tamagawa Eisuke admitted that he was really lost at the time and thought things too simply. Now he can only explain vaguely: "I'm just a businessman..."
"Oh, I thought there were only careerist capitalists in the Jade Society."
"Just more confidence in capital."
Tamagawa Eisuke was happy to change the topic. For this reason, he also used someone’s words to endorse: “Wang Yu often said that capital is the expansion of human nature. As long as people have desires, as long as there is exchange in the world, and as long as the flow rate of capital exceeds production capacity, capital will
It is the ultimate choice, the undefeated king. Being on the winning side is natural, I just learn and practice it."
"You are just blowing the pillow... Unfortunately, I am not planning to have sex with him in the near future. For me, the power of capital is still too nihilistic. I still prefer intuitive and strong people."
Bai Xinyan walked over from the viewing window, came to the front of Tamagawa Eisuke, and closed the distance with him: "Wang Yu, and you, so far have not been able to let the power of capital break through the barrier between reality and nothingness. Keep working hard.
, maybe success is just ahead?”
"Thanks for the encouragement."
The blood vessels on Tamagawa Eisuke's temple beat a few times, and finally he showed a gentle and polite smile.
Ronan's incident is now in the past.
Even though the Jade Appraisal Society and Wang Yu have not yet made a formal explanation, he has already made up his mind.
For him, risks come from many levels and in many directions. Compared with the direct survival crisis of traveling at multiple times of sound speed, the sudden crisis is like searching for something in a bag, and the Tamagawa family's rule in Sakai City is shaken due to his causing disasters.
The basic crisis of trust and dissatisfaction with the Jade Appraisal Society are actually problems that are relatively easy to overcome.
In the final analysis, his rash provocation was a stupid act that was superfluous from the beginning. His excessive emphasis on Wang Yu caused serious problems in his judgment. Now is the time to cut his losses and cut his losses.
Regardless of the fact that he is currently working for Wang Yu'an, if the situation continues to deteriorate, he will not be able to do things like "borrowing someone's head for use".
Thanks to the Amaterasu Order;
Thanks to the strong man who killed Gong Qi;
Thanks to the outrageous able-bodied association;
What's more, he has to thank the Amaterasu Order who couldn't wait to cut the leeks, highlighting the changes and corresponding actions, giving him a quite sufficient reason.
Therefore, Tamagawa Eisuke sighed again: "Of course there are more realistic considerations: the Amaterasu Order's identification operation is about to be implemented, and His Holiness the Pope certainly does not want to cause any more trouble..."
Bai Xinyan looked at him with a smile, while Tamagawa Eisuke had a sincere look on his face: "Before the big action, I will be distracted. If something unexpected happens and I cause trouble again, I won't be able to explain it to you. What will happen to the director of the Department of Environmental Affairs tomorrow?
My fate."
When I was talking, I just looked for an example at random, but as soon as I said it, I realized that there is really no difference in essence.
Tamagawa Eisuke sighed in his heart, there is indeed a barrier between the power of capital and extraordinary power.
When the world was in the old age of muscles and machines, the power of capital could easily dominate everything; but in the post-distortion era, extraordinary power is obviously more direct and more oppressive than the power of capital.
The aloof senior leaders of the religious sect will not care what impact the next series of actions will have on the secular world. Anyway, there are people like the Tamagawa family who are willing to put their face on it and solve all worries.
There is no way, capital is such a shameless thing, whoever can make it increase is the father and benefactor.
As for dominance... By the way, how much more real money must be spent on Apocalypse Laboratory's "Bloodline" project to achieve the desired results?
Is that Levi really trustworthy?
His research directions and research objects have gone far beyond the existing system, causing even the most demanding investors to lose their professional judgment; and the series of results that point directly to the ultimate mystery of life have made the world's most core capital circles go crazy.
I put money into it, one item after another, year after year, and I don’t know when it will end.
Tamagawa Eisuke was a little distracted, and suddenly he heard Bai Xinyan greeting him again: "If you don't need this projection area, can you borrow it temporarily?"
"Of course! Well, this is... you brought it with you when you boarded the ship."
"It's a newly developed set of professional equipment. It's still in the experimental stage. It was just delivered from Deep Blue World yesterday." Bai Xinyan sat directly on the sofa, side by side with Tamagawa Eisuke, then picked up the black suitcase at her feet and opened it.
The complex lock was explained casually, "I also heard about Pope Baiji's generosity in Baicheng. I hope to use this special situation to verify the effectiveness of the equipment. I think the Pope will not mind."
"Verification?" Tamagawa Eisuke frowned.
"Hundred Ji" is the name of the pope of the Amaterasu sect. It sounds very weird. But the name of his son, the "true god" of the sect, is even weirder. It is called "Qianju". Of course, there are almost no such names now.
People dare to call it that.
Tamagawa Eisuke would not follow Bai Xinyan's lead and use honorifics: "Your Excellency, I have always been tolerant. If Miss Xinyan had communicated in advance..."
"It's not too late."
As soon as the words fell, the two people's eyes met, big eyes staring at small eyes.
Next, the area was silent for more than ten seconds. Both of them were waiting for something, but no new information was conveyed in the air.
Does this count as passing?
Tamagawa Eisuke didn't just open his eyes in a daze, but informed the Pope through special channels, and now he obviously acquiesced.
That's right. It is said that the Amaterasu Order is the one with the closest relationship with the Apocalypse Laboratory among the three major religious orders. There must be a reason for everything to come out of nowhere.
The Tamagawa family and Wang Yu are fighting for connections and relationships in Amaterasu Pure Land, but they may not necessarily be rivals.
Tamagawa Eisuke fine-tuned his mentality and talked about the matter: "Is this set of equipment intended for commercial use, or is it a more core direction?"
"For commercial use, the board of directors hopes to take advantage of the recent boom to make it a hot item and an indispensable basic equipment in the future. It will contribute some effort to the project's goal of operating at a low profit."
"Operating at a low profit?" Tamagawa Eisuke shook his head slightly, "With all due respect, we spend tens of billions of dollars on Apocalypse Laboratory every year. We don't want our children and grandchildren to be deprived of this money. We would rather see some
Something different, at least a clearer clue..."
"I understand, you hope to use the hotbed of capital to incubate evil seeds with extraordinary power. But with all due respect, this kind of approach that violates the basic rules and ethics of the universe is difficult to achieve direct results. Perhaps it should be like natural life, using countless
The most suitable results will be screened out through the descendants of alienated evolution."
"But when I was investing, the investment letter I got described a very direct reverse reduction process..."
"You should be familiar with the way capital tells stories."
"..."
"Okay, Mr. Tamagawa, I am not a representative of Apocalypse Laboratory, and I have no intention of explaining anything to Mr. Levi. For more detailed information, as a shareholder, you can directly make a request to the board of directors. As for now, as a handsome gentleman, you should
Help the lady in front of you to arrange this sophisticated equipment, and maybe you will be rewarded with a kiss in the end."
"Thank you Bu Min!"
Tamagawa Eisuke doesn't mind sharing women with Wang Yu, but he definitely doesn't want to share danger.
He quickly lowered his posture and rolled up his sleeves to help Bai Xinyan connect the equipment in the suitcase to the projector.
About half a minute later, the projection area lit up again.
For the first second, Tamagawa Eisuke thought he saw some kind of screensaver.
It was a scene of fluffy bubbles and water droplets rolling and rising. It was very realistic, but it could still be seen that it was an animation effect.
Is it time to get to the point?
The evolution of the projection screen was somewhat beyond Tamagawa Eisuke's expectations.
It's still the animation effect, countless water bubbles, air bubbles, droplets... in short, it's something similar to the shape, layered on top of each other, colliding and twisting, and soon spread to the entire projection area, and the corresponding perspective is also stretching and expanding.
Details become blurred, and the whole becomes more spectacular and chaotic.
Close your eyes for a second, and then open them again. It's like entering the bizarre shallow sea layer during a summer dive. It's colorful, but you can't see the substantial structure, and you can't tell where the "sunlight" is projected from.
Come down.
"What's this?"
"It is currently the most popular trend in the world, or to be precise, the most popular trend in the world. The laboratory's temporary name for it is: Mental Ocean Mimicry."
"Huh?"
"The general idea is to use large-scale calculations and use specific modules to simulate a general picture of the spiritual level in an area... Although the accuracy is not high and the response is lagging, it is basically impossible to use it in actual combat, but if it becomes popular, after a period of time
Data sampling and collection, in theory, its authenticity will become higher and higher, at least in the relatively low-level spiritual ocean."
Tamagawa Eisuke finally digested the core concept of Bai Xinyan's words, and his eyebrows knitted together: "The trend you are talking about refers to Ronan's one..."
"That's right, the cage theory."
"What about modules?"
“Of course we borrowed the concept of ‘cage’, but for the convenience of calculation, we simplified it into the form of bubbles or droplets.”
"Is this 'borrowing'?"
"Different paths lead to the same goal, just like the close relationship between 'cage' and 'configuration'. Of course, some people are also considering whether to ask Ronan to endorse this product."
"...Is there an instruction manual?"
While Bai Xinyan was debugging the equipment, Tamagawa Eisuke spent nearly twenty minutes roughly reading through the electronic manual of this "mimic diagram generator".
The more he learned about it, the more he felt that this thing was more brilliant than he imagined: "Miss Xinyan, if I understand correctly, this set of instruments is a panoramic probe of the spiritual realm of reality... There has never been such a device before.
!”
"That's not the case. It's just an animation simulation based on specific modules and modes. The detection accuracy, breadth and depth are all very limited, and may even be completely different from reality."
"No, no, no, this is an epoch-making invention - as long as the 'cage theory' can take hold!"
Tamagawa Eisuke has a new understanding of the technology accumulation of Apocalypse Laboratory. Due to the short time and shallow understanding, he still cannot estimate the impact that a large amount of similar equipment will have on today's world, especially the other world.
, but he has already noticed the sensitive factors inside:
"Your Excellency... do you really agree to use this equipment?"
"There is no doubt about the magnanimity of Pope Baiji." Bai Xinyan said without blinking an eye, "Besides, the sensing range of this set of instruments is limited. Excluding peripherals, it is only about a dozen square kilometers. Observe a corner to see the excitement.
What’s not allowed?”
"That's it!"
Tamagawa Eisuke put on a look of relief, but he was thinking in his heart: For people with abilities, especially those on the spiritual side, and in the religious circles, such methods are close to prying into, especially the most chaotic and secretive spiritual realm in the past...
…For anyone who has the common sense and foundation of extraordinary powers, the spiritual realm has unique magic and attraction.
Later, we will secretly purchase similar equipment and strive to cover Sakai!
At this time, after Bai Xinyan's debugging, the colors of the gorgeous "ocean" in the early stage of the simulated scene have almost completely faded away. Now most of them have turned into a very inconspicuous gray-white color, with only a few popping up at random times and areas.
Small colorful spots are like the consequences of a deflected electron beam on an ancient flat-screen monitor.
In this regard, Bai Xinyan explained that this is to treat the recurring mental bands and corresponding changes as "background radiation". Only those that exceed the relevant threshold will be focused on. It is also an expedient measure due to the current lack of peripherals and limited computing power.
.
The time for the Amaterasu Order's action was getting closer and closer. Tamagawa Eisuke closed his mouth and stared at the projection area without blinking. At this time, Bai Xinyan also thoughtfully placed a blur behind the background radiation.
Satellite images realize simple correspondence between animated pictures and real maps:
"According to Professor Luo's theory, the spiritual ocean and the material world do not have a strict spatial correspondence, but as long as there is a material basis and is limited by space, there is always a basic direction for the simulated signal... Just don't take it too seriously.
.”
As she spoke, she manually controlled the sensor knob to adjust the sensing position, and explained smoothly: "The sensor is limited, and limiting the position will effectively enhance the sensing accuracy. At present, we are still enriching the background radiation structure. After all, the Pope has not really started to do it yet.
.The aberrant population around Beishan Lake has always been abundant, so early sampling and identification are essential."
Tamagawa Eisuke couldn't help but speak: "As for the south bank of Beishan Lake, the aberrant population has basically been wiped out. The only thing that has a relatively good climate is probably the camphor tree..."
"Oh, I know. Is this Mr. Sakaemon?"
Bai Xinyan made some more refined operations, and after about ten seconds, a colorful area that was obviously different from the overall background appeared in the dark "ocean".
This area looks like a soap bubble carefully blown by a child, twisting and deforming in the rippling air currents, refracting seven colors of light, and may burst at any time, but always maintains the overall structure at the critical moment.
After looking at it for a while, I felt that this huge bubble had an extraordinary toughness, which was completely different from the small, gray bubbles next to it that could burst at any time.
"This is the configuration of the aberration in the spiritual ocean... If it were a real existence, it would be very eye-catching!"
Bai Xinyan lightly praised, then shook her head: "It's a pity that the current equipment is not enough to analyze the internal structure. Living bodies like this, which obviously have certain intelligence and established spiritual dimension structure, are very precious research materials.
"
"It's a pity indeed."
Tamagawa Eisuke knew even more clearly that Mr. Sakaemon, who had become a spirit, was the pre-selected ingredient in the soup that the Amaterasu Order would cook this time.
If you miss tonight, you will never have the chance to study it again.
Fortunately, in this era, apart from anything else, the aberrations are still enough to take care of!
Tamagawa Eisuke also noticed that after the mimicry picture was presented, the entire projection area was constantly refreshed. Before Sakaemon was focused, the entire spiritual ocean picture was dark, and the changes brought about by the refresh were not too obvious. But
Nowadays, with a relatively clear goal, there are obvious gaps in changes every time it is refreshed. It looks like it has been through the hands of a poor editor, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Tamagawa Eisuke has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he frowned again when he saw this:
Sure enough, it's still just a semi-finished product.
Nowadays, he can only force himself to adapt to similar flaws. In addition to not blinking, he also quietly turns on the video recording function to record the entire display process of the mimicry scene as material for subsequent research and analysis.
Compared with Sakaemon, Tamagawa Eisuke is more interested in the Amaterasu Order: As the well-deserved protagonist tonight, what methods will the Pope use? In the picture of the spiritual ocean, what kind of methods will he use?
Presented in form?
After locking Sakaemon, the thirtieth round was refreshed, and Tamagawa Eisuke finally saw that there were new changes in the mimicry picture.
They were criss-crossing dark bands of color, like spider webs, or cracks in the glass after being hit, appearing and spreading.
Most of them are very slender, but they are darker in color. In contrast, the originally dark background turns into a brighter off-white.
These extremely dark lines are like deep grooves and cracks, and it seems that the projected area may be fragmented at any time.
"It's very similar to the root system of a big tree."
"Huh?"
Bai Xinyan's image thinking is quite different from that of Tamagawa Eisuke. However, after being awakened by her, Tamagawa Eisuke then thought of a concept that Amaterasu is famous for:
"You mean... the Fuso Sacred Tree?"
Bai Xinyan looked over, curled her lips slightly, and shook her head: "Have you never heard of the configuration analysis theory of 'tools' and 'plants'?"
Tamagawa Eisuke blinked. Elites like him always do their homework before taking action. The result is that even if they talk about non-professional things, they always have some impression:
"It's Ronan's again."
"That's right, Professor Luo has another great talk. In his opinion, the solidified structure of the cult in the Abyss is like a towering tree, and more importantly, its root system is complicated. From the Abyss, it reaches down to the densely caged spirit.
The ocean sucks nutrients... This can be considered a verification!"
Tamagawa Eisuke kept his mouth shut. When it comes to the foundation of the cult, pretending to be deaf and dumb is the most basic virtue. However, he still had trouble in his heart:
The name "Fuso Sacred Tree" is quite appropriate, but what is the corresponding "nutrient"?
After several rounds of refreshes, after an obvious jump in the picture process, the colored light bubbles corresponding to Sakaemon are now obviously shrunken, giving Tamagawa Eisuke a more intuitive feeling.
This one, and those leeks that have grown again...
"Well, what are these long stripes?"
Tamagawa Eisuke made a new discovery.
In the mimicry scene, there is a faint line running through the entire projection area. It cuts from diagonally above, roughly from the depth of Beishan Lake. It moves about 1/10 of the screen distance and suddenly disappears. A few seconds later
, after several rounds of refreshes, the conspicuous light band changed its angle again and appeared at the edge of the south bank. At the same time, it was still distorting and deforming, splitting the entire image imaging effect.
"..."
"Miss Xinyan?"
Bai Xinyan did not respond, but just adjusted the equipment, her eyes focused as never before. After several operations, the bright stripes disappeared from the projection area again, as if it was just an accident.
"Is it a bug in the equipment...hey?"
The bright stripes appeared again, this time lasting much longer than the previous two times, flashing and cutting across the projection area, running rampant.
"Display error, or is it a special phenomenon in the spiritual realm?"
"It's interference."
"Which aspect?"
Bai Xinyan was about to speak, but suddenly she was stunned. Tamagawa Eisuke had almost the same reaction. Because at this moment, the two of them received the same information from different channels:
"The operation is suspended tonight."
At this moment, the mimetic picture was undergoing another round of refreshing. In the spiritual ocean, those extremely dark "root systems" were clearly fading rapidly. After several rounds of refreshing, there were no more traces.
"Your Majesty..." Tamagawa Eisuke subconsciously called out, but received no response.
Looking at the projection area again, the bright stripes disappeared again.
Tamagawa Eisuke looked at Bai Xinyan again, who was still in a semi-trance state, clearly receiving news from other channels. He felt a little anxious, but he had to hold it back.
After a moment, Bai Xinyan raised her lips again: "What a terrible experience!"
"Which one?"
"This is probably how it feels when you find someone else stirring the soup pot when you are making soup."
Tamagawa Eisuke can guess it, but the key is the following information: "Who is it?"
"Currently, I probably only see the soup swirling, but I can't find the stirring spoon... This is a magic trick! Maybe it's a chance encounter in transit, maybe it's a prank, maybe it's specifically targeted, but no matter what, this is an extraordinary species
The level issue, with the caution of Pope Baiji, has not been solved clearly, and it may be difficult to take new actions.
"After all, there must be secrets here that cannot be exposed."