"Are you really the Creator?" Ronan was surprised. "That's a big statement. Is it some world-wide religious sect?"
"That's the problem." Paper-cut shrugged, "I just searched, and there is no relevant information in the database. There is no record of this in either the association or the Xiacheng military and political department. In other words, this is very possible. It’s a new sect, a new force that has not come into everyone’s sight... Why don’t you consult the secretary about this new information?”
Ronan blinked: "Sister Yueyin? Is it rare to trouble her?"
Paper Cut nodded: "It's true that there are very few new sects that are so organized when they first come out. In fact, in recent years, there have been very few new sects themselves. After all, the coverage area of the inner world is getting larger and larger, you know."
Ronan did understand. As the influence of the other world on modern society becomes stronger and stronger, their ability to discover and cultivate talents is enough to minimize the existence of "legacy pearls".
Under such circumstances, a very mature "new religious group" suddenly emerged from the cracks in the stone, and everyone had no choice but to consider a more "conservative" direction.
Ronan was about to contact He Yueyin, but then he thought, it would be best to show her the magic circle as a reference. He tried to communicate with Du Yong: "Can you make a copy of the magic circle file?"
"No problem." Du Yong was suspiciously cheerful.
Xie Junping further explained: "According to my mentor, when it comes to spiritual enlightenment, we should gather the talents of all parties and the help of friends to get the best solution. There is no need to engage in mysterious and self-conscious actions."
It seems to be a very enlightened sect!
Ronan and Paper Cut looked at each other, and the latter asked seemingly casually: "Can I introduce you to the instructor who introduced you to the class? Maybe I know him."
Xie Junping was so open-minded that he didn't even stumble: "His surname is Wan, we all call him Dean Wan. He works in a welfare home in Linqiang District and he has real abilities."
This kind of information acquisition simply gives people no sense of accomplishment at all.
Just as Ronan was shaking his head, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind, and a picture appeared in his mind. It was last week when he was engaged in outsourcing reconnaissance business, controlling the memory of the ink detection forest wall area. He once met a capable man there who wanted to preach. Children from as far away as Sanzha District came to listen to the lecture.
Could it be that one?
It is certainly wrong to make random associations, but the overlap of factors such as missionaries and forest wall areas will increase the probability to some extent. If it were really him, his career would be much bigger than imagined.
There was no solid evidence for this speculation, and the special perspective of extra-distance perception was difficult to explain. Ronan did not talk to Paper-cutting, received the document transferred by Du Yong, and talked to He Yueyin through Liu Er.
But the next second, there was a message that it was busy and there was no connection. This is not surprising. Eight or nine o'clock every night is one of He Yueyin's busiest times. Unless it is a super urgent matter, he has to wait in line.
Ronan thought for a while, and created a temporary task, bringing in He Yueyin, Paper Cutting, Xue Lei, and Maoyan, and then sent information and files to He Yueyin, which was shared by multiple parties.
Paper Cut took a look: "Oh, Cloud Atlas, this is the most suitable drawing software for making magic circles. It doesn't seem to be a particularly closed genre, which may be good news."
Ronan noticed that the file showed a clear icon: "Liu Er can read it."
"Of course, this kind of practical function still needs to be integrated."
Ronan saw that Du Yong was gritting his teeth against the read-only projection, but he was unwilling to copy the files to the computer anyway. He felt that there was something wrong with this guy's brain, and sighed: "Forget it, use mine."
He directly connected the six ears to the projector without having to switch. He directly read and opened it in the task window, and set up an open operation mode, which removed the read-only restriction and allowed everyone to operate.
He made a casual stroke, leaving a clear mark on the magic circle and retaining it. The next moment the scratches were removed. He tried this several times and confirmed: "It can be modified now. You can try to recall it, find out the feeling, and let us see your thoughts. Don't worry, this can be saved at any time..."
Halfway through the words, Ronan rubbed his fingers, thoughtfully.
The feeling of light passing through was very interesting, and it also gave him a more direct feeling about the order and method of the energy information of the magic circle. It made the already blurry inspiration become clear again, and his thinking was immediately immersed in it.
Du Yong was hesitant at first, but soon he saw the tool window of Yuntu software, and his heart was suddenly filled with great joy. When he was about to operate, he saw Mo Han and several other little girls also curiously trying to operate. Without thinking, he shouted:
"Don't break the template."
This sound was the limit of his scolding. Qiu Peipei, who was quiet and timid, was the timidest one. She took a step back in shock and said sorry.
Mo Han was not afraid of him, and was even more annoyed that he had startled his friends. He said disdainfully: "There is a rollback operation. What are you afraid of?"
Du Yong was really shocked by the bad memory and shook his head repeatedly. At this time, he showed great repulsion towards all non-professionals.
It's impossible to communicate with this kind of neurotic. Papercut understood this very well, so he turned to look at a group of boys and girls: "You don't want to go play, we professionals...enthusiasts can just discuss it here."
Mo Han looked at him with wide eyes: "Hey, are you going to clear the place and drive people away?"
Of course Paper Cut would not argue with a little girl, so he turned to Ronan and asked, "How about we change places first."
He felt that with Liu Er around, data migration and the like couldn't be simpler, and people could be separated naturally, so a lot of things would be easy to talk about.
But after turning his eyes away, he saw Ronan staring at the magic circle again, turning a deaf ear to his suggestions. In desperation, I had to give it another light bump.
"Ah? Oh, wait." Ronan didn't come out so easily this time. He replied casually twice, his eyes still resting on the structure of the magic circle, and he reached out to touch it.
Du Yong's tolerance for this "comrade" was much higher, especially his concentration. He liked it very much and looked forward to it. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you have inspiration?"
"Well, I have an idea. I think this magic circle has less texture."
"...Which one?"
"Texture, material reality." Ronan also needed others to communicate with him, observing and organizing words at the same time: "If the magic circle is regarded as a building, and the structure and lines are regarded as rooms and pipelines, your template is more like It’s in drawing form. There’s no material, no filler. It’s just a three-dimensional pattern.”
The part that Ronan didn't say was that the magic circle that Huang set up last time at least had a real medium, which was essentially higher than this.
It's not a fault of any kind, it's the difference between people.
And this gap is not in mystical knowledge - as the former president of the Occult Research Society, Du Yong is better than that Huang who is not doing his job properly.
Then, it is very likely that there are existences on the spiritual level such as Nian ah and ah.
Ronan did not continue this line of thinking. He was not a believer in the Order of Creation, and his faith had nothing to do with him. He is more interested in other directions: Can this "texture" be replaced by other means, more specifically, by soul power and interference power?
Seeing Ronan in this state, it was even more difficult to disturb the paper cut.
Geniuses like Ronan see the world fundamentally differently from others, and their perspective and depth of seeing problems are also very different. The inspiration formed from this kind of perspective is very precious. If it is destroyed, who will bear the responsibility?
After a moment of hesitation, Tian Si next to him took the initiative to take on the task of scheduling: "How about we go to Area A to play for a while. Junior Ronan is obviously not fulfilling his responsibilities as a landlord, so I will entertain him, so as not to let him Continue to shame us, the people from Zhixing Academy."
"Wow, Sister Si is so heroic!" Tian Si's deliberate "derogation" obviously suited the appetite of a group of young men and women, and also minimized their rejection. It was very effective.
On the other side, Hu Huaying was not stupid either, and sang along with Tian Si: "I agree with what Minister Tian said. These people who study mysticism are all mentally ill. They might even let the juniors and girls from No. 6 Middle School think that we are at Zhixing Academy." They are all suffering from hysteria. It just so happens that there is a VIP room above. If you want to retreat or not, let's move our position and leave them here to toss."
The allure of the VIP room is indeed greater than that of the luxury box, and it is also stronger than the public area in Area A. As soon as he said this, many people's eyes lit up.
Hu Huaying winked at Tian Si and asked her to take care of him first, then turned back to ask Xie Junping for permission. The VIP room was booked by Xie Junping. A group of people wanted to get to the VIP level, but they couldn't do it without the corresponding permissions.
A group of boys and girls walked out the door, and Robbio whistled: "Normal bag, luxury bag, VIP room, it turns out we are here to upgrade today!"
Mo Peng nodded fiercely with saliva on his face: "I have been looking forward to the dance duel between all the beauties for a long time. The light and shadow effect in the VIP room will definitely be better. I will design the light and shadow costumes later. Dance clothes, sailor clothes, stewardess clothes, etc., we will take turns to do it. set."
"You are a pervert!"
Ruan Zihui kicked him, and Mo Peng laughed and opened the door suddenly to escape. Unexpectedly, when he pulled it, the weight was wrong, tightening and loosening again. Mo Peng used the wrong force and stumbled backwards, hitting Robbio. The door was also opened, and someone from outside jumped in and fell to the ground.
"Why?"
"Who... Yue Zheng!"
Although the figure fell to the ground, he was still recognized when he struggled to get up. At this time, Yue Zheng had a set of peripheral equipment, which had anti-collision functions. It didn't hurt, but he was really embarrassed.
Yue Zheng had a lot of trouble tonight. Just after crawling out of vomit, he was chewed on mud again. His chin collided with the smooth floor. His mouth, teeth, and tongue were all injured. Evil fire rushed to his head. When he got up, he Mo Peng gave Mo Peng a push:
"I'm cnm, what the hell are you doing!"
Mo Peng was a little embarrassed at first, but when he was scolded directly in the face and his close relatives were involved, his mood changed immediately. As for that push, it was nothing.
He wanted to scold him directly, but in the end he was more confident, so he sneered: "I also want to ask you, how does it feel to be fucked by a hand cannon in various positions?"
Yue Zheng's face turned pale and then purple, and the only rational chord in his mind suddenly broke. He cursed again, raised his fist, and hit Mo Peng in the face.
Things happened in a hurry, and everyone relied on instinct. Mo Peng is slightly fat, but he is a strong and flexible fat man. He has been beaten in the real battlefield all year round, which makes his reaction speed still higher than that of ordinary people. At this distance, he was short and without using his fists or feet, he directly pushed against the cow. His round head, connected to the angular tactical helmet, hit Yue Zheng between the chest and abdomen.
The force on his legs, feet, waist and abdomen was quite strong, and the impact was not small. Yue Zheng was already drunk, so he almost vomited out again after receiving this impact. What was worse was that he lost his balance. He fell forward last time, but this time he fell backward.
Fortunately, there is a place to lean on in the back. When he tripped over his feet, his shoulder hit someone's chest, and the back of his head collided with something semi-soft, followed by a muffled scream.
From behind, there was a loud sound of ouch, ouch, ouch, and the previous support also fell back, and then there was cold and hot juice, pouring down on his head and face, and Yue Zheng was immediately stunned.
Ju Maoxun's unclear and hoarse curse rang in his ears:
"Idiot!"
Ju Maoxun lay on the ground, also a little confused.
It stands to reason that it would be beneficial for Yue Zheng to make a big fuss. After all, they are all students of No. 6 Middle School, and they are also his companions. If they really make a fuss, it will be the same group of people who are embarrassed. He could just watch the fire from the other side and make a few taunts to take advantage.
This was one of the best results he could think of. Even if Yue Zheng didn't make a fuss, he still wanted to encourage him from behind.
But, why did it suddenly become like this?
The brief moment of confusion passed, and the feeling on his face finally had a realistic explanation:
There was Yue Zheng pressing down on him, and his face was splashed with sticky juice. The big glass of juice even hit him on the head. Of course, there was also the most painful nose bone, which hit the back of Yue Zheng's head. The bitter and fishy taste was mixed with the juice and flowed into his mouth. It was obviously blood.
Ju Maoxun could have avoided it. The Shueisha under his command still appeared as a fighting club most of the time, and his skills were quite good.
But the problem is that there are too many people behind him, two waiters carrying wine and fruit plates, and two friends brought here to boost his momentum. The four people are tightly blocked, and no matter how good they are, they can't even hope to earn money. out of space.
Sure enough, you shouldn’t have come!
What was originally a relaxing and pleasant journey of slaps in the face, he turned into a gunman in front of him. That guy Ju Ling is not the same person as him on the road!
So he ended up in this situation.
You know, this is Area A of Shuanghe Realm, one of the areas with the highest population density in the entire Xiacheng, especially since this is Yundu Shuiyi, a large living area. The people he passed back and forth were all players from several nearby colleges and high schools, which greatly overlapped with his life circle. He fell here, on his feet, his nostrils bleeding, juice poured all over his face, and there seemed to be others around him. The flashbulb is flashing.
No need for tomorrow, tonight, his appearance will be spread to major university forums...
This was Ju Maoxun's last rational thought.
The next moment, all the slap-in-the-face designs fell apart. Ju Maoxun roared and pushed away Yue Zheng, who was still in a dazed state. He struggled to get up, picked up the big juice cup next to him, and regardless of it, pointed at the densest crowd in front. The location was smashed:
"I'll chop you guys into pieces alive!"
There was a dull impact, followed by the girl's scream.
Amidst the harsh sound waves, Qiu Peipei fell backwards and fell into Mo Han's arms, blood gushing from her forehead. The large juice cup fell to the ground, but it was still not broken and was spinning.
