In the early winter of Summer City, the atmosphere was unusually lively due to the parade of college students. The closer you get to the town square, the more intense the heat gets.
At 10 a.m., parades from more than 20 universities were already stationed in the square and surrounding areas. Under the shining winter sun, the weather was still sunny and the temperature was neither cold nor hot. College students who were still energetic began to wave slogans in the municipal square, chat with the surrounding military and police, and test each other's bottom line.
Most people know that today's parade is just a show. How to show happily and brilliantly requires professional skills and cooperation from all parties.
Apart from reaching a consensus on this, everything else is in disarray.
Ronan found a leisure library outside the Municipal Square. There are teahouses, water bars, and hot drink shops inside. The most important thing is that the window near the square is in a good location. You can just take in the Municipal Square and most of the area on the east side.
He casually clicked on the e-book pages on the translucent coffee table, and 99% of his energy was still focused on the square, searching for suspicious targets according to Mudan's "perfect plan".
Then he confirmed: Your sister is perfect!
At present, around the square, those who are marching, watching the excitement, and passing by... everyone is counted, which is about tens of thousands of people. However, the flow of people passing by and their life sketches are intertwined, creating a changing star map, like an e-book on the table. The handwriting is so densely packed that it makes people dizzy to read it page by page.
At present, the number of people is far from reaching the peak. If the parades and carnivals really start in the evening, there will probably be half a million people, packed like sardines in a small area with a radius of five or six kilometers.
The scope is not a problem, but the density of stars in the living starry sky where half a million people gather together cannot even be compared to the center of the Milky Way. Can he paint the target with all his brains squeezed out?
"It's too messy, it's too messy." Ronan tapped his fingers on the table, changing the rhythm and volume to relieve the irritability in his heart.
At present, the order in the square is very chaotic, and people's hearts are even more chaotic.
Ronan once observed the parade of peonies "teasing" through the perspective of ink. Hundreds of people moved forward excitedly, and the surging emotions formed a layer of hot invisible flames, which had already formed some kind of preliminary integration trend and the prototype of a certain system.
Seemingly similar, in fact, through comparison, individual slight differences and deviations can be highlighted. At this time, the team in the square did not have this condition at all.
Ronan could only start by examining the target itself. However, the characteristics of the first, second, and third stages of aberration infection are all different, especially the second stage, which is currently the most likely, which is the "latency period" when the infection is already infected but not completely aberrated. At this stage, the difference between the inspection target and normal creatures is very small, requiring extremely high precision and a large amount of experience points to make judgments.
Ronan had the information provided by Sanzha Security at hand, and he also made a distinction based on the root device, root nature, and root machine standards taught by the master of the temple, but this was not enough.
The art of identifying "organic machines" also requires a lot of experience as a basis, and Ronan's current accumulation is far from enough; not to mention, mental telepathy has always been a very personal experience, and it is difficult to truly understand it by looking at the information. of.
He needed to discuss it with someone, but Staff Officer Mudan was still leisurely traveling around the area. It was said that he would arrive in the afternoon.
After observing by the window for a while, Ronan exhausted almost all his interest. There is a lack of breakthroughs in thinking, and it is simply a waste of time and tea...
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip to relax his nerves a little. Then he felt a faint stimulation nearby, non-target, non-hostile, and chirping.
Ronan turned to look and accurately captured the source of the excitement. There was a row of tables across the aisle, and he saw a familiar face.
When Ronan's eyes met, the other person's expression was slightly stiff, but he still nodded politely to him. Ronan also responded, and then ignored him.
However, it was still within his range of perception. There were two people at the other table, both women, who had been talking about something private. It concerns him from just now:
"Xian'er, who is this? You're frozen."
"Don't worry!"
"No way, is this your ideal type? Turner will cry!"
"I told you to leave it alone."
"But he looks so weak, like a little boy. Look at what he is wearing, an autumn sweatshirt, gray in color, like a school uniform. He has no friends, is lonely, a typical depressed person... "
"Shut up."
"Hey, this is too protective. Do you have a crush on him?"
"Fat-headed fish!"
"Okay, don't talk about him, don't talk about him. What do you think of this place I booked? There must be a mess in the square at night, but here, it is quiet and has a good atmosphere, which is more suitable for a sultry girl like you. That said I'm just sitting there, it's fate... Hey, what are you doing?"
"Toilet."
The conversation ended, and a slender girl stood up from the table over there, stylishly dressed, and left with a sullen face. But before leaving, he glanced at Ronan again. Unfortunately, their eyes met again, and he could only nod again with a stiff expression, and then hurriedly turned and left.
This...is Yue Qin.
The second generation of a certain pharmaceutical company was Ronan's guest last time in Aurora Cloud City. Her brother Yue Zheng behaved badly and got into a lot of trouble, but she has always been calm, smart, behaved appropriately, and left a good impression.
Ronan was more concerned about the booking information Yue Qin revealed when talking to his companions. He clicked on the desktop and saw that the appointment time was displayed on it, which was from 6pm to 2am tomorrow morning.
In other words, he can only stay in this position until 6pm at most, and then it will belong to someone else.
Looking for another place? Wait, since the two little girls can think of it, then the rest...
Ronan immediately entered keywords such as municipal square, parade, performance, etc., and sure enough, the reservation service for the relevant window viewing position has been opened, and the number of reservations is quickly disappearing. He just hesitated slightly in two partial positions...
game over.
Forget it, with telepathy, it doesn't matter whether the position is good or bad, it may be safer.
Ronan sighed, leaned his back against the back of the soft chair, and closed his eyes to rest. But the next second he felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yue Qin's companion walking over quietly.
She has a smile on her round face, which is very cute with baby fat. She also wears a pair of women's sunglasses on the end of her nose, which is crooked. She looks like she stole the house and came out to play, very childish. However, she is quite tall. She wears a short, fat pink windbreaker, black pencil pants, and white sneakers, which makes her look very bright.
She passed through the gap between the tables and chairs, crossed the aisle, reached Ronan's desk, and then stretched out her hand: "Xian'er's friend, right... The Xian'er I'm talking about is Yue Qin, she's too upright, so I call her that. My name is Bai Yu, and friends who are more familiar with me call me Fathead Fish."
