There were two people in the photo, both of whom were familiar to Ronan, but also felt strange.
They were all wearing lab coats and standing on the cracked and twisted red earth. Among them, the gray-haired old man on the left is much stronger and healthier than he is now, but he can still tell that he is his grandfather, Luo Yuandao.
There is also a somewhat handsome young man, whose appearance is vaguely similar to that of an old man. Ronan's facial outline can also be found on it. There is no doubt that this is Ronan's biological father, Luo Zhongheng.
Both of them had unkempt beards, and their hair had probably not been taken care of for a while. It was messy and scattered in front of their foreheads. Both of them had serious faces.
However, the scene it unfolds is worthy of a laugh from others.
Both of them had serious faces, but they both put on poses that looked like comic cartoons. They turned half sideways, one to the left and the other to the right, waving their hands and kicking their legs, twisting their limbs, and looking back and proud, like the most tragic "swan". Lake” scene.
Ronan did smile. Maybe this was the first time in many years that he smiled after seeing someone: I really can't imagine the situation under which this was filmed.
"Here, a funny photo of your grandfather and father. It is said that the person who took the photo was your mother. You haven't seen it, do you want it?"
"Ahem, I didn't..."
“Your dad who is not a thing once told me that if you really get involved in this field, no matter how good or bad the development is, you can feel how they felt at the time: see happiness in confusion, and see difficulty in success. But usually I cut it in the middle, make a hundred copies of the one on the right, and throw darts to play, you can try it too."
"……good!"
The next journey was already very short, and the two of them didn't talk much. Ronan received the electronic photo, and the pixels were fine. It was no problem to put it on a paper-like soft screen or browse it consciously with the help of external neurons.
Ronan hadn't thought about how to design the dart target. In a short period of time, he just looked at this photo and the image of that guy over and over again - as if that person was not just annoyingly gloomy and mysterious. The flat photo gave the figure an extra side and became more distinct.
The SUV drove to the school gate, but it wasn't until Mo Haihang called out that Ronan woke up from a dream and raised his head.
Mo Haihang knocked on the steering wheel: "It's time. Don't be late to see us again."
Ronan's reaction was as if a thief had been caught. He closed the notebook with a "snap" and his movement speed was beyond the normal range. But he also knew that such a reaction was too big, so he subconsciously covered it up: "Uncle, do you still have similar photos hidden?"
"Tibetan?"
"For example, I have seen very few photos of my mother since I was a child. The one I discovered recently is..." Ronan paused and swallowed the word "tree hole" back in his stomach. But this question was indeed what he wanted to ask. After hearing the identity of the photographer, he even wanted the perspective of the photo to move forward to include the situation outside the lens.
Mo Haihang was slightly startled, and then he laughed dumbly: "You have asked about this more than once."
"Huh?" Ronan was really not impressed.
"When you were very young, six or seven years old? At that time, you probably just understood what life is and what death is. You cried and clamored to find your mother's photo, but you couldn't find it after all. Later, you gradually stopped mentioning it. It turned out that it was all Have you forgotten?"
Mo Haihang was a little surprised, but then he shook his head: "There used to be many, many, many, but there really weren't any at home. Before your bastard father left home, he took away all their photos, including the recorded videos, leaving only I only took a few single photos...I heard that Qingwen didn't like taking photos very much, and most of the photos he left behind were of him and your father."
Ronan didn't expect to hear this kind of information accidentally, and was a little dazed for a moment.
But only half a second later, a sudden shock pushed him out of his confused and warm mood.
Two seconds later, the security team that had been following nearby also issued a warning: "Suspected sniper, 2 o'clock, distance 2700, altitude 104."
This was a simple warning message only to Ronan, and the corresponding tactical coordinates were passed to team members through other channels.
Ronan didn't need this warning. He was just reminded that there was still an incalculable distance between him and an ordinary, simple and regretful life, and it was gradually getting wider.
Such a reality makes people helpless and angry, but they cannot be expressed yet and can only be brewed in the heart.
Ronan took a deep breath and then smiled at his uncle: "I remembered it, so I have to go over it again when I get home... Then, see you in the evening."
With that said, he was about to open the door and get out of the car.
In the carriage, Mo Haihang reminded: "Don't forget the dinner party in the evening. Also, bring an umbrella if it rains."
"Oh." Ronan didn't mind getting caught in the freezing rain he made, but he still obediently picked up the prepared portable umbrella. Soon the umbrella flowers spread out, and almost at the same time, a low curse came from under the rain curtain several kilometers away.
Ronan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, waved to his uncle in the car, and walked towards the campus on the wet ground. But before he took two steps, Mo Haihang called him again.
"Ronan."
Ronan turned his head and walked back subconsciously, but Mo Haihang asked him to go around the car body and come to the driver's seat.
Walking over in a daze, Ronan lowered his head and saw the car window lowered. He was about to ask what was going on when he saw Mo Haihang reaching out and pinching his cheek.
"Ah la?"
Although the relationship between the uncle and nephew is harmonious, their body language has always been very restrained. For them, this is an "intimate contact" that has been rare for more than ten years.
Ronan's face was a little deformed and he was stunned outside the car window.
Mo Haihang smiled and rubbed his cheeks: "Whether it's me, Mo Ya, or Mo Peng, there may be a day when I throw darts at your avatar... Instead of doing that, it's better to do it in person. You know, Right?"
There was no pain on Ronan's face, but there was a problem with his fine control. In the end, he could only grin, nodding vigorously even though his face was still being pinched.
Uncle let go and Ronan turned around.
He was embarrassed at the last moment, but now he was calm: just because he understood, he had to do it.
Mo Haihang's car drove away. Ronan did not look back and walked slowly towards the campus. At the same time, he sent a message to the security team: "The target has been cleared, the malice level is full, and the threat level is low."
A whistle sounded over there, coming from Maoyan: "Poor observer... That guy just got a scope."
"But there are still gun cases around."
Such observers are often not members of the other world, but are active in the gray area where the secular world and the other world intersect. They will certainly not be the main attackers, but as long as the orders are given and the rewards are in place, they can become professional criminals at any time.
It's okay to kill similar small bugs as chickens, but if you directly smash the brains of monkeys, the effect should be better. Ronan turned the umbrella handle, disturbing the rain curtain nearby:
It’s time to reach the experimental stage, so let’s get started.
The ocean east of Xia City is more than 200 nautical miles farther than the original discovery site of "White Bone Mountain", and it is already an open sea area. A certain luxury yacht was undulating with the waves in this sea area.
In the second-floor cabin, light, radio waves and sounds intertwined: "'Eye No. 4' is blind."
"cause of death?"
"Basically it can be characterized as a 'Drip Sword'. The sensor responds and the intracranial pressure rises significantly."
"Very good, he also confirmed that the 10-second interval and the 2,700-meter radius do not belong to the safe zone, and the image returned is clear. Now No. 5 is on standby... Oh, this scumbag, he broke the contract and ran away. 6 Wherever the number is, let him be on standby at an observation point five kilometers away."
"The only suitable location is Yundu Shuiyi. Are you going to let him dance with the members of the Xiacheng branch?"
"Maybe the dance partner is a manta ray? Anyway, I'm not the one dancing... nor the one paying."
At this time, someone else complained: "Why are they also called 'eyes'? Are the photoreceptor cells bad?"
"Because you can't find 120 million professionals who are the same."
"Well, I just think it hurts our luck."
"Lucky value only makes sense when probability comes into play. Even if everything is a probability, but let it break through the scale and enter reality... Haha."
Even if they are all observers, they all have the code name "eyes". But observers are also hierarchical. Those who held a sniper scope to observe within a few kilometers and were eventually shot in the head were only cannon fodder-level observers; those like them who drank wine and sipped coffee on the seaside of Xia City, calmly summarizing and analyzing the information transmitted by cannon fodder, were high-level observers. observer.
If they could still be headshotted on the vast sea a thousand kilometers away from Xia City, they would have no choice but to admit it. And even based on the logic of the other world, this is not possible, so they are naturally very relaxed.
After selecting a few clear images, someone suggested: "How about asking the senior SCA employee to go on a business trip? Just an order."
"Isn't it too impressive?"
"We don't need him to cross the Pacific Ocean. The transfer between cities will make Xia City very embarrassed. They are all doing staff planning. Thinking about this kind of temporary work, I have nightmares at night."
"But SCA is not a fool. It seems that many high-level officials went out for a 'vacation' yesterday. How crazy is it to dare to play tricks under such circumstances?"
So the topic ended, but someone soon put forward suggestions for improvement: "Relatively speaking, I think it is easier for the singer sister of 'Guardian' to mobilize. As long as there is an announcement, it is no problem for her to run through the twenty-four boroughs in one day. . The Mingtang Culture behind her is a very qualified business company, and she needs to increase her exposure."
Another person added: "Why is there a mark on this 'Mingtang Culture' material?"
"Oh, the investors behind it have the shadow of the Castle Consortium, but now the Blood Flame Order has run away, and it can basically be regarded as a motherless child."
“Capital can easily cross the Pacific.”
"But not supernatural strength."
The discussion atmosphere in the cabin was quite good, and then a new idea flashed: "Wait, if you have extraordinary power... we can make it work. Don't you think this is a good operating target?"
(End of chapter)
