Paper Cut's gaze moved around the central control room: "Nanzi isn't here?"
As he said that, he walked towards the house, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the red fox.
"Wait a minute." Red Fox's eyes were cold, his feet made no sound, and there was no wind as he entered the central control room. During this period, my nose trembled slightly to identify the smell in the room, and I even went to the elevator and other entrances and exits to explore.
Due to his eye injury, Ronan's body smelled very bloody, and the red fox's rigorously trained nose was enough to identify its whereabouts. However, after turning around inside and outside, the red fox's face became increasingly ugly.
The smell revealed information that he couldn't understand.
"No sign of getting out."
"ah?"
"There is no smell left in the elevator or the security door. It's not from that way."
Paper Cut blinked and looked back in the direction they came from: "Smell doesn't show the direction. Nanzi came from here last time, right? Did he go back the same way?
"I can tell." Without raising his head, Red Fox walked to the operating table again. This place should have been the core of the entire building, but now it has become a huge garbage pile, completely destroyed by the tank.
Red Fox tried to restore the scene. He looked at the scrapped console and quickly discovered something unusual. In a certain area of the garbage dump, a huge amount of current had just passed through. Because the console was destroyed, the resistance was extremely high, resulting in traces of ablation, but there were no wires or the like here.
While he was thinking about it, Paper Cut muttered again: "Disappear out of thin air? It doesn't look like something happened..."
While he was talking, the paper man he controlled was jumping outside the building, extending his senses and confirming that the manta ray was still acting as a fire helicopter very well, without any abnormalities.
"Contact the secretary?"
The red fox looked even worse, but made no objection.
As soon as I raised my wrist after cutting the paper, there was an electronic sound of "beep" in my ears. The corresponding thoughts had a place to go. Soon, kaleidoscope-like information connected with my consciousness, and it suddenly became lively.
After a lot of trouble, Lingbo.com finally successfully restarted.
Over the years in Xiacheng, Paper-cutting has long been accustomed to having his ears close to his body and being able to cut into the life of Lingbo Network at any time, and his heart immediately relaxed. By some strange mistake, he immediately searched the friend list and saw:
Ronan is online!
The tetrahedron head is very eye-catching.
"Hey, Nanzi, where are you?" Paper Cut called.
The red fox suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
As for Ronan, there was silence for a moment, just one or two seconds, before a strange noise sounded, causing interference and making Paper Cut almost think that something was going to happen to the Lingbo Network again.
Fortunately, the noise quickly disappeared, and Ronan's voice rang out: "I'm... um, wait a moment."
This sentence sounded a little hoarse and a little floaty. Paper-cut was stunned when he heard it, and asked quickly: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Ronan still responded dumbly, and you could feel that there was something wrong with his mood.
Red Fox couldn't stand this kind of unfocused conversation, so he also accessed the Lingbo Internet and asked right away: "Where's the snake language?"
"Suicide."
Red Fox and Papercut looked at each other.
Ronan had no intention of further explanation and asked them instead: "You are in the central control room. Is there nothing going on there?"
"fine……"
Before he finished speaking, someone else applied for access to the call, and not just one, but several. He Yueyin, Zhang Yingying, Baoyan, Bamboo pole, Octopus... and even Bai Xinyan came to join in the fun.
Almost everyone with abilities that Ronan knew, contacted them like a swarm of people.
Ronan didn't expect that he would still be so popular. He's not good at this situation and prefers a quiet environment, especially now.
Fortunately, the other party also realized this situation. Now He Yueyin took the lead, established an internal channel, roped in all relevant people, and then changed to message mode. Only she, the founder, retained her voice and asked questions on behalf of everyone:
"Mr. Luo, how are your health and how are your eyes?"
While He Yueyin was speaking, various colored texts quickly filled the screen on the internal channel interface, which felt even more lively than the voice mode.
Ronan only responded with a low and hoarse voice: "It's okay, I can see it."
"Mr. Luo, I don't recommend that you stay in the gear for too long. Someone has already posted photos and videos of flying manta rays online. There is also too much movement in the jungle on the north coast. Professionals will need to deal with it later."
He Yueyin always maintained a calm and rational attitude. She could probably guess Ronan's thoughts and added: "10 minutes ago, I notified the firefighters to rush there. They should arrive soon." "I know. Ronan's mood was subtle, but his answer was straightforward, "I'll leave right away."
"Mr. Luo, just return to Yundu Shuiyi. The Sacred Heart Hospital here is relatively well-equipped..."
"Okay." Ronan's response became more and more brief. Even after replying, he went offline directly, making it clear that he didn't want to say more.
This attitude made people in the internal channel very baffled.
"What's wrong? Are you angry?"
"Anyone who is tortured by those people from the General Association will be angry."
"Are you sure it's not because of a bunch of idiots who are unable to rescue you?"
"Hey, hey, think about yourself!"
"Is it stress reaction syndrome? He was frightened and angry but he still killed people. Look, Black Beetle, Informer, Tank, and Snake Whisper, there are four lives. Hmm, has he killed anyone before?"
"It seems... not?" Zhang Yingying was not sure.
At this time, Cutout said nothing and uploaded several pictures, all showing the tank's body from various angles.
Red Fox commented: "Boss Luo's masterpiece."
Zhang Yingying gave a dumbfounded expression and turned on the barrage effect, sliding all the way from right to left. Others followed, a series of dull, confused expressions passing over the photos of the corpses.
Ronan didn't care what others said about him. After ending the call, he kept his original posture, opened his eyes wide, and looked around where he was, regardless of the pain in his eyes that was almost numb.
The ring-shaped space, ring-shaped chairs, wall lamps, bookshelves, footrests and other arrangements create a comfortable and calm atmosphere in a small space. It is exactly like a tree hole cabin on a dead tree sandbank.
Ronan stared blankly at the furnishings in the room and then at his hands. A few seconds later, he stood up suddenly, holding on to the slightly damp tree wall, and staggered up the stone steps to the upper level of the tree house.
In front of the picture window, scroll-like windows spread out to both sides, and the darkness inside and outside quickly merged together, trying to drown all existence.
Ronan could still see that there was a distance of five or six hundred meters between the dead tree sandbar and the gear. At this angle, the gear was like an unfinished painting, only showing part of the outline and shadow, and one or two fire points that were not completely extinguished. Still shining.
How did you get here?
What happened in the middle?
What did he see?
In fact, Ronan was not eager to get the final answer. He wanted to tell and discuss everything he had just experienced with others, in detail, for as long as he wanted.
But the current situation is doomed, there is no such person.
He could only stare at the gears silently, watching this building stand silently in the long river of time, showing the world the simplest and most insignificant side...
At this time, the rumble of real firefighting helicopters could be heard from the distant night sky. On the Lingbo website, He Yueyin knew that he was offline, but still left a message to remind him, asking him to meet up with Red Fox and Paper-cutting as soon as possible, and try his best to hide the manta ray and meet up in Yundu Shuiyi.
Ronan didn't reply. His eyes were fixed on the gears, and his mind seemed to be clear but not clear. "Coupling theory" can explain his experience, but pure theory cannot fully show the full picture of a great work.
It is rigorous, it is magical, and it is beautiful!
Most importantly, it is my mother's work, and I have only glimpsed half of it.
It shouldn't be like this!
Ronan leaned forward, his head already sticking out of the viewing window. The autumn night wind was wrapped in ashes and the smell of the jungle, blowing into his nose. It was obviously ice, but it sent a burning sensation straight into his brain.
An emotion, an impulse, no matter how difficult it is to suppress.
Ronan held the lower edge of the viewing hood tightly with both hands, and moved his mind. Not far away, the manta ray was fetching water from the small lake and immediately gave up its work. With only a slight swing of its long pectoral fins, its huge body landed on the submerged sandbar. , next to the edge of the dead tree.
"Let's go!" Ronan shouted and exerted his strength, so that his body jumped out of the viewing window and fell to the edge of the manta ray's pectoral fins. His long wings slightly folded, causing his body to slide all the way down to the flat back of the big fish.
The viewing window closed silently, restoring the appearance of the dead tree. Ronan struggled to stand up, but his feet were still a little weak, and he almost fell down again. Thanks to the strong body of the manta ray, he gave him some elastic support at the right time.
Before he could fully regain his balance, he staggered forward until he reached the head of the manta ray, grabbed a pair of flipped-up head fins, and then took a deep breath and whispered:
"Fly, find the best angle!"
The manta ray let out a low roar, and the whistling air flow broke a few branches of the dead tree. The giant body swam upward, reaching a height of more than 100 meters in the blink of an eye.
Finally, his unusual behavior attracted others' attention. The cry of paper cutting seemed to come from the jungle, and in Liu Er and the bracelet, there were also calls and reminders.
Ronan didn't respond at all, he just looked at the sky.
Pingjiang District, where the college is located, is a specially designated educational functional area in Xiacheng. Even with the towering "Yundu Shuiyi" skyscraper group raising the index, it is still one of the areas with the lowest average height of buildings. The air traffic level The distribution is relatively sparse.
If you look up, the field of view is actually very wide, and the weather is good tonight. Three or five stars can't wait to break through the light pollution of the city and appear in all corners of the sky.
But as the manta ray flew upward, the cold wind hit his face, and in Ronan's heart, before his eyes and ears, there was a different scene:
It is the flowing clouds and ice crystals;
It is the roaring wind like a dragon;
It is a vast land like hell;
It is a strange world that I would not have imagined or imagined in the past sixteen years.
Dangerous, deadly, and as alluring as a poppy flower,
Ronan could hardly tell the difference between reality and illusion. At this moment, the manta ray's tall body returned to its right position and began to hover in the sky.
We are already thousands of meters above the ground. From a high position, we can see the sky and the earth rotating, the rivers meandering, and the dark void and the light pollution of the city as the background, forming a dark and oppressive picture that stretches across the horizon, with billions of living beings coming and going in it. Go, be numb or wanton, and sway the heat of life.
Ronan never really understood the city. Just like at this moment, Xia City is just the background of his life, and what he pays attention to is only the faintest point under this background.
gear.
For Ronan, there is only here, pure and transparent. No matter how chaotic the background elements are, as long as you get close to this place, the visible and invisible order, the visible and invisible gears, intersect and bite between the heaven and the earth, surrounding the wonderful eye, slowly... Run slowly.
Rigorous, magical, beautiful...real!
Ronan stared blankly at this gorgeous scene that shook his soul and that perhaps only he could understand. His self-awareness seemed to be moving along with it, becoming part of the invisible and grand order, expanding outward layer by layer, sorting out everything in the world within his reach.
So he knew that within a range of tens of kilometers, almost all high-definition cameras on high-rise buildings in the area were turned around, as well as high-altitude ships, and perhaps even orbiting satellites at an altitude of several hundred kilometers, locked on the night sky where he was, staring coldly at him.
As for spiritual induction, the strands cover every spiritual level, not one or two.
I don’t know how many people, through how many ways, pay attention to this world and his every move.
However, compared to the hundreds of millions of residents in Xia City, and compared to the tens of billions of living beings in the world, what does this mean?
Knowledge is order, ignorance is disorder. The disordered information is like an illusion, disintegrating in the light and fog of this big city.
Just like that figure, that name, that soul, that pride that surged in Ronan's heart, had nowhere to go.
To tell the world about her fantastic ideas and her great achievements, it would take thousands of words and lengthy words, and the ambiguity of a few words may be thousands of miles apart.
In this vast world, who can I talk to and who can understand?
Could it be that he is the crazy grandpa in the nursing home?
After all...it's just me.
Mom, now, I'm the only one.
only me!
Sensing Ronan's emotions, a thousand meters above the ground, the manta ray suddenly swooped down. Its flat body seemed to be tied to a long line of invisible order, turning into a strange and spectacular giant kite, circling rapidly around the center.
The strong wind howled, Ronan's eyes were burning, and his vision was distorted. Only the rotating gear revolved around time, as if in a trance, like the eyes with twinkling eyes, and like the center of the world, the source of order, where everything in the world was integrated, connected and coupled with his thoughts. .
"boom!"
The galaxy is vast, with billions of stars trembling slightly in the surging emotional storm. The light of millions of stars, like water droplets, turns into a river and sea in an instant. The rolling soul power bursts the external neurons and overflows in an instant, like a river bursting its banks. Rush down.
It is this rush that brings up two gears of different sizes, like waves hitting a waterwheel, finding opportunities and rotating simultaneously.
The Qi machine was rubbing, the lightning was bursting out, and it was densely woven vertically and horizontally. In the blink of an eye, it was no longer possible to count. It only made Ronan's energy and blood surge. How could he understand the pain or excitement? He could only be pushed by the surging emotions, and he screamed with a split throat.
There is no scruple, no consideration, only the pure emotion, mixed with electric light, roaring on the spiritual level.
"Mother!"
The gloomy sound of thunder rolled through the void.
(This chapter has 4,000 words, so I’ll make up for it a little bit. I was actually injured yesterday when writing two materials, and I stayed up all night. As a result, this chapter was reworked...
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