When her husband tried to put up a fight, Luo Shuqing didn't say much and just sneered: "Is this something that can't be thrown away? You are a good, arrogant daughter!"
Anyway, thanks to his uncle's deflection of fire, Ronan temporarily left the battlefield and went upstairs to change clothes and wash up.
Unexpectedly, there was bound to be a lot of things this morning. Just after taking a shower and changing clothes, another message came from the sixth ear, and it was an unfamiliar number. Ronan thought for a while and chose to answer the call. When he was about to ask, the other person said:
:
"Fuck you!"
Ronan was stunned for a moment. What kind of lunatic? Is there such a person in the association? Then, the voice on the other side that was obviously out of control shouted again:
"Go ahead and hide in that mechanical girl's crotch. Sooner or later I'll give you a good look!"
This person sounded like he was drunk, and his speech was not very clear. He was full of curse words. In less than half a minute, he had already cursed a long string of words.
At this time, Ronan finally realized, does the mechanical woman...refer to He Yueyin? Then it is related to the action on the 28th.
Seeing the other party's bad attitude, he quickly made a guess. Looking at the displayed avatar again, it turned out to be true:
"Black Beetle?"
Isn't this guy the one who couldn't bear He Yueyin's criticism that night and left the team halfway? In the association's briefing evaluation, he and the unlucky Black Wolf were rated zero points.
Now it seems that this person has quite a bad character... there are really all kinds of people in the association.
Being hit on the head and face with swear words, even a Buddha has fire, let alone Ronan?
He frowned and replied: "A blatant threat and a fierce attitude. Can I think that you are being controlled by the 'Human-Faced Spider'?"
Being knocked down by this big hat, the person on the other side was suffocated suddenly, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, don't think that psychics are great, let's play slowly from now on!"
Ronan replied coldly: "I'll be with you anytime!"
The two parties hung up the communication, but Ronan found that he had vomited again during the communication under impulse. He patted his cheek and poked his head from the stairs. It was quiet downstairs. The couple were still looking at each other. It seemed that his aunt was still angry.
remove.
He breathed a sigh of relief and walked downstairs.
Seeing Ronan coming down, his uncle and aunt all turned their faces, and his uncle motioned for him to sit down: "Come and eat, the millet porridge is delicious when it's hot."
Mo Haihang has been working in power agencies for many years. Although he is not tall, he has a serious face, is usually taciturn, and does not seem to be approachable.
But in fact, at home, this man is a standard "cook". As long as he is at home, he takes care of all three meals from morning to night.
It’s not that she’s henpecked or anything like that, it’s just that my aunt’s craftsmanship has been the same for decades and I really can’t praise her.
As for the pair of children, Moya perfectly inherited her aunt's strong talent and atrocious cooking skills. Although she dared to cook, no one dared to eat;
And Mo Peng, Ronan's cousin of the same age, how could he get up before 10 o'clock on a weekend morning? The family was having breakfast and they didn't even bother to call him.
Probably due to Moya's extremely serious behavior of skipping home, the pressure at the dining table was low for a long time. My uncle had seen many such situations during and after work, so he calmly drank porridge and watched the news.
Ronan was not easy to talk either and kept his head down while eating. His appetite was there, and the porridge and side dishes were definitely not enough for him. My uncle also took this into consideration when cooking, and specially supplied beef with nutritional supplements to ensure he was full.
Logically speaking, even though it happened a month ago, this was still a normal breakfast in the Mo family, but today Ronan felt strange.
It was actually because his mental telepathy was open at any time. Even if he lowered his head, he could still see his uncle and aunt exchanging glances, which seemed to be too frequent.
Was it like this before? Or is he too mentally sensitive today?
Seeing that they were almost finished eating, my aunt suddenly said: "You, Ronan."
"aunt?"
"Is there nothing going on today?"
"Uh, no..."
"Then let's go to Anhai together to see your grandpa."
Ronan was obviously stunned, and then responded loudly: "Okay!"
But suddenly he became more worried: "Grandpa is in bad condition again?"
"No, don't make blind guesses!" Auntie nodded her chin, "Go, you will take care of it today!"
Ronan had no objection.
Anhai Medical Center is a well-known mental illness sanatorium in Xiacheng. It is located in the outer suburbs, nearly 200 kilometers away from the main city, about an hour's drive away.
Whenever the family goes on a trip, the passenger seat is a golden treasure. No one wants to be in the back compartment to receive advice from their aunt. This time, Ronan got in before Mo Peng, who was still awake, got into the car and relaxed.
tone.
An hour's drive is neither long nor short.
For Mo Peng, it was obviously a long time; for Ronan, there were plenty of things to do to pass the time.
He opened his laptop and looked at the paper-like soft screen interface. At this time, the newly appeared "visualization icon" was still in "downloading status". More than 30 hours had passed, and the progress had only reached 2%.
Well, thanks to this "2", otherwise I would have thought it was stuck.
Ronan couldn't estimate how much information he had dug out from the "Human-Faced Spider". Or maybe without the abundant energy in the laboratory, the analysis speed of external neurons was limited?
I looked at the battery capacity of the imitation paper soft screen and found that there was still about half left. This was already an extraordinary consumption, but compared with the independent power station in the gear laboratory, it was nothing.
I can give it a try when I get to school tomorrow.
Ronan opened the drawing software and then went straight to the second-level interface, which revealed a five-story tower-shaped structure of students, staff, technicians, priests, and politicians.
But then he frowned. Was it his imagination? It felt like the interface had become "dirty"? It was inexplicably dark and slightly shaking...
Before he could take a closer look, his uncle in the driver's seat turned his head:
"Studying social format diagrams? Well, you changed to a soft screen."
In autonomous driving mode, he is a very leisurely driver and has a sharp vision.
Ronan groaned and tried to pass it off vaguely.
However, my uncle raised the corners of his mouth in a rare way: "In 1979, I was forced by someone to start a research project on the bureau's supercomputer to build a format diagram model for him, using Xia Cheng San
Ten years of authority, credit data, not to mention the punishment I received in the end, and even being scolded by your grandfather for asking for help... these are all matters before our eyes."
Ronan knew that someone was his father, Luo Zhongheng.
It seems that my uncle has a good relationship with his father. He has been trying to correct Ronan's impression of his father over the years, but it is useless. Ronan will not forgive a coward who used his grandfather's hard work to buy freedom, and then disappeared "freely" without a trace!
He responded hummingly, not wanting to speak.
Later, when Mo Peng saw his father speaking, he saw a good opportunity to get out of my mother's low-pressure area. He slid the seat forward and intervened forcefully:
"Let me tell you, brother, your five-level model of society is too shady. Why are priests higher than technicians? Politicians are higher than priests? These are not the same field. Even if you say that priests are higher than employees, it is still misleading.