It turns out that telepathy can still be played like this? Ronan's thoughts suddenly opened up:
The observation mode of "telescope" is clearly a systematic observation. Each believer, including Ink, is a node, providing levels of perception and details that can complement each other.
Although no matter how many details there are, it may not be perfect, but they map each other and form a relatively closed system according to the framework of format theory, covering more and more levels. In this way, all non-systemic “existences” become particularly prominent. The reverse context, no matter how subtle it is, will be amplified, making his senses extra keen. ===『Dragon King Legend.miaoshufang.com/msf617/』===.
This method, if nothing else, has an early warning effect like no other!
Mrs. Halder must have seen the ink, and perhaps knew that this crow was unusual, but she could never imagine that there was another person, dozens of kilometers away, using this crow to observe her head-on.
There was another person at the scene who was very sensitive, namely Peony. She must have sensed the abnormal flight path of the ink, and looked up. She didn't know how to judge, but her eyes quickly pointed to the skyscraper where Mrs. Halder was located and the relevant floors.
From Ronan's point of view, it seemed that there was an eye contact between Mudan and Mrs. Halder.
Ronan couldn't tell whether Mudan saw Mrs. Halder; but Mrs. Halder's eyes must have been fixed on Mudan.
Well, you are the one who took the blame... Ronan had a secret joy of succeeding in taking the blame after getting into trouble, and the corresponding sense of accomplishment.
This is the first time I have grown so big!
He was not worried about Mudan's safety. Behind this person stood the most powerful woman in Xia City. Although Mrs. Halder's Blood Flame Order and the "Castle Consortium" are already rare forces in Xia City, compared to His Majesty the Martial Emperor, they are still lacking in comparability.
As a party involved, Peony didn't seem to care much, or in other words, she didn't have a corresponding sense of crisis.
At this time, she answered the phone, and the smile on her face became brighter, and her curved eyebrows seemed to be flowing with colored light. The security personnel from the three gates around her, and the personnel from the Blood Flame Cult opposite, couldn't help but take a peek. Look, it’s inevitable to have ups and downs in your heart—the starry sky of life is responsive!
"Dear, are you here? How are my arrangements?"
One knife kills!
The atmosphere at the scene became very weird, and Peony completely ignored it. She had already withdrawn her mind from the task, and let her mood melt into her smile, flowing naturally: "As long as you are happy, no problem, let's all get high together tonight." , congratulations to you!”
It should be her boyfriend...but what the hell is this doting expression on?
After the writing class, it was time for club activities, and Ronan was liberated. The confrontation, entanglement, and communication situation at the recycling floor in Shuanghe District was still turning over in his mind.
A lot of information would not be revealed at the time, or even if it was revealed, Ronan wouldn't be able to see it. However, he can be sure that after returning, both the Blood Flame Cult and the Sanzha Security Guard will hold meetings to discuss the relevant situation. It shouldn't be a problem for him to pick up both sides and piece together a rough truth.
Taking advantage of all the benefits and staying out of it... It's a bit of a villain, but it can really make people feel good. At this time, whether others are in a beautiful mood or not is none of his business.
Ronan was waiting for the bus at the parking spot, thinking about system perception again. As he understood before, he found an excellent early warning method. Although there are still many shortcomings, it does not seem to be difficult to make up for it.
As long as the believers are expanded and dispersed in various urban areas, seamlessly connected to each other, forming a closed system, the "non-system" goals, especially those with the ability of "self-logic", can be almost hit and miss.
What kind of security and bodyguards did he have at that time? Even the Skynet system spread throughout the city would not be sharper than him. Even if powerful men of the level of the Chief Priest of the Justice Order and Deputy Secretary-General Gong Qi come to kill him, Ronan has just stepped into the boundary of Xia City, hundreds of kilometers away, Ronan already knows its location and coordinates, and notifies President Ouyang and His Majesty Emperor Wu took off to intercept...
Gee, I feel emotional just thinking about it!
As for expanding his followers, Ronan scratched his head. Just as the tram came, he got on the bus and continued scratching, but the feeling was a little subtle.
Ronan was convinced that he had never really regarded himself as a "god". He only saw Zhugan's paper and used the relationship between "believers" and "gods" to describe the various mysteries of format theory, and that was it.
Therefore, he did not deliberately figure out the so-called doctrines and rituals like contemporary "secret cults", and then actively expand the number of believers through various forms. So far, the followers he has collected are not to mention ink and magic talismans, nor is the special case of Riven who disappears and appears. His real human followers are only three people:
Ba Ze, Xie Junping, Maoyan.
Black Tiger Baze is a guy who relies on hard work to survive. His character has been polished by the Justice Order for a long time. He can be said to be plug and play without any adjustment period.
Xie Junping was not a member of the circle, and was ignorant and unaware of it. Ronan also deliberately downplayed and forgot about this kind of relationship, leaving it there and letting him go.
As for Maoyan, he is probably the only example of a believer with "awareness" that he has collected. The whole process was really far from smooth.
In this matter, Maoyan herself must bear the responsibility, but even if she commits suicide, the series of developments that follow, especially the mental and will torture, make Ronan, the "beneficiary", feel quite uncomfortable. .
Especially after the "star map" of the Gestalt, the materialized chains disappeared and the more essential connections were highlighted. When Ronan inspected the believers one by one, he found that Maoyan was extremely decadent and his mental state was worrying.
This is definitely not a situation Ronan wants to see.
Ronan sat in the last row of the tram, rubbing his fingers in his hair. While thinking, my thoughts unconsciously moved through the starry sky of life, and I saw the cat's eyes again.
In the mid-afternoon period, normal people work and study, and people with abilities also need to practice and complete tasks, but what about Maoyan?
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a camisole and briefs, revealing a large area of toned and smooth light brown skin. She looked like she was just waking up from a hangover, and her fingers were unconsciously playing with the wine bottle.
Around her, there were at least a dozen wine bottles, most of them empty, overturned at random, and in a mess.
Damn it... if this continues, people will really become useless!
Ronan felt that this was not possible, so he acted impulsively and said directly: "How about we have a chat."
As soon as the thought came out, the figure of the cat's eye froze, the boring and monotonous movements ended, and the wine bottle at his feet also rolled away.
Seeing the sculpture-like figure, Ronan remembered that he did not go through the channel of six ears at all, but directly channeled it with his thoughts.
Unmentioned, this method is one of the biggest taboos among people with abilities, especially those with mental side abilities. For Maoyan, it was undoubtedly another stab at her bloody wound.
Ronan was embarrassed. He didn't even think about whether to apologize, but he saw a weird smile on the other side of the cat's eye. She put her hand on her forehead, against her hairline, and gathered her fluffy hair slightly. She looked like Ronan is a bit like it now, but with a serious sense of decadence and a bit of self-deprecation:
"Okay, but I have to teach dance later. Boss, do you want me to skip work?"
"Uh, no need."
"Classes don't end until eight o'clock in the evening."
"No problem." Ronan said before he thought that there was another party in the evening, so Maoyan could come back tomorrow. But the words had already been spoken, and it would be too passive to change the words any more, so the two of them simply joined together and said, "Let's come to Shuanghe Realm in Yundu Shuiyi, I'll wait here."
"I'll be there at half past eight."
The conversation ended here. The conversation between the two did not use any electronic devices. They communicated purely through thoughts, smoothly and naturally, as if they had done it countless times.
Maoyan looked like she had just finished a daily phone call, with an indifferent face. She picked up a still full wine bottle next to her, skillfully opened the cap and blew on the bottle with her fingers. She blew too hard, and the yellowish wine spilled from the corners of her lips. It flows along the chin, neck, collarbone, all the way to the swollen and plump chest, and penetrates into the deep groove that can make all men's eyes go straight.
The camisole was wet, and the outline of the body and the corresponding details were all revealed. That scene...
Ronan's face turned red and he hurriedly cut off his thoughts. He unconsciously applied a few more force to his fingers across his hairline, which made his scalp hurt.
Only then did he really come back to his senses: If he really called those sisters over, what were they talking about?
Are we just talking about accepting you as a believer? I'm sorry, but the "unlock" function hasn't been developed yet. Why don't you wait a moment?
Or are you saying that, little girl, you are already like this, and from now on you will listen to the uncle's words, warm the bed, dance for fun, and serve the uncle to make you feel comfortable, so that you will be prosperous and wealthy in the future?
Damn, I was impulsive!
Ronan hugged his head and waved away those meaningless and stupid thoughts. He faced the top of the tram and grinned silently. He didn't know how to evaluate himself.
Just when he was struggling, his ears vibrated, and someone from the association called.
Could it be that Maoyan wants to regret it and not come tonight?
Ronan, a coward, was already looking forward to it, but the caller was not Maoyan, but Papercut.
"Nanzi, I'm here. You're buzzing, haven't you finished tinkering yet?"
"Huh? Brother Papercut, are you...ah ah ah, I'll be there soon." Ronan then remembered that he had made an appointment yesterday, what was he going to bring?
Ronan only remembered that it was a combat machine used by the "control flow". It was because he asked for advice on the so-called "big trick" of paper-cutting, and was misunderstood that he needed self-defense means, so they took the initiative and enthusiastically delivered it to his door.
Frankly speaking, Ronan was not very interested in combat machinery before, let alone now that he has the "Drip Sword". But when the paper cut came over, he took the opportunity to express his gratitude and share his experiences on the "Drip Sword" and "Activation Flow".
Luo Nangang chatted with Paper Cutting for a few words, and the communication was connected again. This time it was Xue Lei: "Nanzi, get out of class. I'll get to the gears right away and stretch my muscles first..."
Hey, thank you, Paper-cut Brother!
When Ronan heard that Xue Lei wanted to focus on "Sanshou practice", he secretly shouted "Paper-cutting blessing" and hurriedly intercepted Xue Lei's words: "Brother Paper-cutting just arrived, and he also brought a combat machine. I heard it is very interesting, just in time. Let’s go see it together and try out its power.”
Xue Lei was a little stunned by him: "Brother Paper-cutting is teaching you a new lesson?"
He took Ronan's words at noon seriously.
Ronan laughed and mumbled. To put it bluntly, he was really not interested in close combat.
On the one hand, he felt that he might not be the one; on the other hand, his current homework was too intense, from the inside to the outside, from the body to the soul, from the self to the believers, from the gears to the clouds... I hate it for a minute. I can’t break it in half and spend it, I really don’t have the energy to start another course.
I have no choice but to be sorry for Xue Lei's enthusiasm for the time being.
Ronan arrived before Xue Lei. When he arrived at the gear, he saw Paper Cutting walking around the front hall with his hands behind his back, watching how the construction workers were operating.
At first glance, he looks like an overseer, but his plump, happy face doesn't look majestic at all.
"Paper-cutting brother." Ronan greeted and stepped forward, "Let's go to the bar on the corridor at the bottom of the lake. The ground is not finished yet. It needs to be a little messier. The underground should be much cleaner."
"It doesn't matter. Let's try the operation later. It's better to be more open." Paper Cut waved his hand and deliberately showed his left wrist to attract Ronan's attention.
Ronan saw that his fat and white wrist was wrapped with a black wristband, which was quite conspicuous. The paper-cut is also deliberately bent and stretched twice. It seems that the material is more flexible, and the other parts are hard to see.
"This is?"
"The flywheel arm."
"Oh, this is..." Ronan finally remembered that the name of the combat machine he wanted to get from the paper cut yesterday was this. At first glance, it sounds like a metal prosthesis, but I didn't expect it to bend at will like a wristband.
"Flexible metal material?"
"The metal content is not high. After all, most of the current metal materials are not suitable for interference and manipulation by soul power. The ratio needs to be very particular."
Paper Cut took off the flywheel arm and handed it to Ronan: "You will know after you try it. This thing is quite light...here, I have sent the instructions."
"And there are instructions?"
"Of course, after-sales service is also available." Paper Cut laughed, helped Ronan put it on, and taught him the basics of how to use it.
When Ronan put this thing on, it felt different from a normal sports wristband. In addition to the material, it is also thicker, and the feeling of fixing the wrist is very obvious. Fortunately, it uses memory material. Ronan only needs to bend and stretch his wrist a few times to wear it comfortably.
For "combat machinery", comfort or not is not a key indicator. Even the paper-cut said: "It is light and easy to use. You don't need to teach it, you can just see it. As for speed, damage and so on, they are mediocre." , it’s quite interesting as a toy, it just allows you to experience the ‘control flow’ technology and see if you are interested in studying it in depth... Do you understand the instruction manual?”
Ronan remained silent and turned his wrist again to see the structure of the flywheel arm when it bent. After reading the instructions and observing carefully, I discovered that when this thing was "woven", it was divided into several layers, each of which was independent, just like deformed fish scales, layered on top of each other, but not so fragmented, that is, there were about ten pieces. look.
They are fastened very tightly, and only when they are deliberately bent, a little gap is exposed. These armor pieces are both combined parts of the flywheel arm and attack weapons. The structure is quite ingenious.
