Ronan was full of words. After all, most of them were joking. He was not in a hurry to show off. Instead, he and Xue Lei found a secluded place, finished their lunch class seriously, and then turned their attention back to the team. Go to the team.
The consciousness was attached to Mo Mo, and as expected, there was still a meeting over there, with just an additional work meal. Both Peony and Long Qi behaved very professionally, and Mo Mo also took the opportunity to show the important reason for his huge figure:
One bird ate nearly as much as a human.
After the meal, the group had another meeting on the roadside. The ink was on the roof of the civilian SUV, and the luggage rack above was just enough for its thick toes to grasp and stand firmly. His head was drooping and he was already in a half-asleep state.
For birds, being quiet and pretending to be good for a long time, coupled with the impact of digestion, consumes considerable physical energy. It's somewhat contrary to nature. Therefore, when Ronan's thoughts entered, the ink froze, and he called out "Guagua" twice. He fluttered his wings and flew up without hesitation, and flew under the radiant sun in a blink of an eye.
Under the sun, the ink-black feathers are refreshing, shaking in the wind, and glowing with a faint blue light, which is actually a bit dazzling. The black shadows and the sun merged together surprisingly harmoniously, which attracted the intelligence officer Ertu to be amazed. Of course, there was also some suspicion of fun:
"This crow is strong, mighty, and humane. It can be called a divine steed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Mo swung his wings, turned in a different direction, and flew away, and disappeared after a while.
Ertu huffed, put his hand on the awning, and looked up at the sky: "What's wrong?"
Peony didn't even raise her head: "Don't worry about it."
The ink hovered in the sky for a moment before finding its target. After a slight correction of its direction, it soon reached the top of the old highway that ran through the city and flew along the road.
He said he wanted to take the initiative, but he didn't immediately give orders to the action team. Ronan couldn't use such a shameful method for a while.
Years of experimental experience have forced him to be cautious. As long as his mind is not overheated, he doesn't mind collecting more data and information for judgment.
The action team was doing something similar, but it was too different from Ronan's area of expertise to be used by him. Thanks to Zhang Yingying's lobbying efforts, he woke up in time. Otherwise, following the action team all the time would only be a waste of time.
Of course, before everything starts, the first thing Ronan has to do is to test the upper and lower limits of ink's ability, especially the range of perception. This is a guy who eats and there is no room for error.
According to Ronan's experience, in the three situations of soul out-of-body, body-spirit unity, and believer's fulcrum, the sensing radius is an order of magnitude different.
That is to say, under the premise that the soul's out-of-body induction can reach twenty kilometers, the limit of the normal soul-body integration state is two kilometers. "Believers" like Mo will wait and see, which should be about two hundred meters. If they are deliberately blessed, it can still reach two kilometers. Will be improved again.
However, judging from past experience, most of the intelligence information that is too complex cannot be processed by Ink's brain capacity. "Packet loss" and "frame drop" are very normal, and it will take some time to adjust.
To be honest, this is a task that should have been done a few days ago, just because Ronan had too many things at hand and kept forgetting it, pushing it off again and again until now.
"Test the upper limit first... Huh?"
When it comes to implementation, the situation is somewhat unexpected: Where is the packet loss phenomenon?
A high-speed magnetic track seemed to have opened up between Ronan's body and the ink. The relevant information could be reached directly from one stop without any transfer. No, it seems that there is not even a transmission process. The distance in space is distorted for some reason.
It felt oddly familiar.
Ronan took some time to recall, and finally remembered that after he drew the galaxy with the sketch of life in the Frost River Realm, he seemed to have pulled the magic talisman in this way, and evolved it into the Colosseum, with the Order of Justice. A domesticated human-faced spider is easy to kill.
After all, the magic talisman is a dark side species and belongs to the spiritual level. It makes sense to summon it. Ink has a physical form, so this kind of difference is reflected in information transmission?
In any case, with this connection, the only factor that restricts the ink detection ability is its own carrying limit.
This would be much easier.
As the most commonly used living experimental subject during Ronan's repeated experiments, ink is able to survive safely to this day, which naturally has its own miraculous qualities. Moreover, it has jumped to the level of "staff" in Ronan's "Format Theory" system, and has a closer connection with Ronan, which further catalyzes its basic capabilities.
Ronan was eager to try.
The ink turned into a black shadow, passing over the buildings on both sides of the old highway. For Ronan, it was like releasing a scout in a strategy game. Wherever he passed, the fog of war peeled away, revealing a corridor about two to three hundred meters wide.
However, most of the realistic scenes revealed were blurred, and what was even more eye-catching were the stars floating and changing in the Milky Way.
Ronan doesn't have any clear ideas at the moment. Anyway, he just needs to use his talents. His specialty is not just the "global sensing" that forced Maoyan to change his career. For this matter alone, he feels that the starry sky structured by life sketches should be more suitable.
At this time, with the ink as the center, a small patch of starry sky was opened up, echoing the vast galaxy sensed by the body, covering all living creatures within this range.
Ronan was afraid that he would not observe carefully, so he scanned each group of star structures one by one, not wanting to miss any detail. During this period, Mudan didn't contact him, so she just continued scanning at a speed of about 80 kilometers per hour.
But after scanning for half an afternoon, the school club activity time was about to start, and I thought I was about to fly back to the main city, but there was no harvest.
Ronan began to feel the difficulty of this business. He didn't have a particularly clear idea for the time being, so he could only work hard. The scanning radius of two to three hundred meters is already the best in Xiacheng, but it is still too clumsy in front of the huge urban and suburban areas of Xiacheng.
"The sensing radius of the ink is still too small. Is it possible to replace it with the main body?"
While I was thinking about it, a special sensor flashed suddenly.
Ronan was overjoyed. Regardless of whether it was the target or not, his attention was focused instantly. Under the starry sky constructed from the sketch of life, a bit of bright light falls down and is imprinted on the star map. The surrounding scenery materializes layer by layer, revealing the specific scene.
When he actually saw it, Ronan said "Oh" and was disappointed.
This should be the recycling floor of the forest wall area, a place where people gather. The target just found was not a freak, but a middle-aged man. He was wearing a rather special robe, a bit like Child's. It was light gray and looked very simple.
The middle-aged man was in a closed house, which was small in size but full of a sense of ritual. He stood in front of the stage like a priest reading scripture to others.
Ronan's overly concerned "gazing" was too close to the material level, and the movement it triggered was a bit loud. The middle-aged man seemed to be sensing something, and his head moved slightly, which made him a little confused.
Seeing this scene, Ronan immediately thought of the secret cult. This place indeed looked like a religious place.
Yes, it turns out he is a capable person.
Counting all parties including the Summer City Explorers Association, religious orders, government, military, and financial groups, the number of capable users is less than 2,000. More or less, if you meet someone at random, should you say his luck is good or bad?
That's right, at the level of life sketch, the difference between people with abilities and normal people is really huge...
Ouch, how stupid you are.
Ronan in school slapped his forehead, and his ink wings almost hooked up while flying. Fortunately, he reacted in the middle of the fall and flapped his wings fiercely to regain altitude.
For half the afternoon, he didn't think about it. The life sketch of an ability user is already so special, and the abnormality is even more different. This is an obvious fact. He has come to a similar conclusion before, but he actually wasted half an afternoon on it!
Ronan was also drunk on his own brain.
Now that I encountered someone else's preaching scene, it was Ronan's fault to some extent. He didn't want to add too much detail, so he just wanted to unfollow me. But in the end, when my subconscious mind swept away, I felt inexplicably familiar. When I calmed down again, I saw an "acquaintance".
Hmm, it looks familiar. I just saw him today. He was the kid at the reservoir in the morning. He jumped out and asked members of the action team if he was going to "fight the gangs."
The child looked to be at most five or six years old. He was quite conspicuous among the adults who were listening to the lecture.
Are you actually taking classes here...?
Xiacheng's traditional political power is relatively strong. In terms of religious belief, it adopts the principle of "minors avoid and adults make their own choices." It is against the rules for a little kid to come from a distance to listen to the priest's sermon, even if his parents follow him.
The thought just turned around and he didn't think about it again. After all, it had nothing to do with him.
But seeing the child, Ronan also realized that the distance he flew seemed to be a bit far. It was more than an hour away. If something happened, there was no way to communicate with Peony.
He decided to retrace his steps.
At this time, the "priest" of an unknown sect, perhaps because of his uneasiness, also announced the end of today's sermon class, and the group of people evacuated the room in an orderly manner.
As for the child, he came out wrapped in the crowd, picked up an electric scooter on the side of the road, and headed west along the old highway.
Hey, he's alone!
Ronan discovered something unreasonable again, and the electric scooter driven by the child was obviously modified. Using the speed of ink as a reference, the speed is definitely more than fifty kilometers per hour. On this simple structure with no obstructions, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is lightning fast.
Seeing Ronan sweating for him.
There are not many cars on this abandoned old road, but those who dare to take to the road are somehow related to gangs. It is normal to run rampant and seek excitement.
What are the adults in the child’s family doing?
Ronan thought for a while, since we were going the same way, let’s follow. He was not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of what might happen. If something happened, he would feel uneasy.
Ink was flying in the sky, and the child was unaware of it. He was riding his skateboard, holding the handlebars, and speeding at high speed. He was quite comfortable. When there is a slope, he even has to do a few tricks. He looks like a living monkey, and his balance ability is really strong. Ronan is a little impressed.
Well, I'll call you "little monkey".
