"Cao has a big mouth, you bastard!"
Huang Bingzhen cursed loudly and almost treated himself as a martyr. However, his fundamentals remained unchanged. He turned his face and swore at Ronan, and ran all the way down the street: "What if I want to fall in love with a woman? This Since the circle is on the stage, it is out to sell. You are anxious here, maybe your cousin is even more anxious, and she can't stand being sexy... ugh!"
A student next to him gave him a fist, hitting his stomach accurately. Huang Bingzhen turned purple, spit out acid, and curled up.
Ronan ignored him for the time being, and after sending the octopus away, he looked around again, gradually sorting out clues from details that were difficult for ordinary people to find or even touch.
At this time, in the garden, due to the partitioned layout and of course the effects of various drugs, most of the group of eating and drinking men and women were not attracted by the happenings here, and they just laughed and hissed and went about their own business. It is precisely because of this that the atmosphere becomes even more absurd.
After looking around, his eyes finally fell back on Huang Bingzhen, nodded slightly, and quickly shook his head: "No matter the current environment or personal emotions, this little evil thought is not enough to create an effective structure. to the intensity of the wave crest radiation.”
"Well, I kind of understand." Zhugan snapped his fingers. He is second only to Ronan in spiritual attainments here, and he also has extensive knowledge and broad ideas. I had been trying to understand Ronan's "special language" before, but now I suddenly got the idea.
"Boss Luo, what you mean is that you were able to sense a certain part of the mental current surging abnormally, forming a wave crest. Regardless of the intensity or orderliness, it has exceeded a certain threshold and is close to the 'configuration' standard. All of this can be mapped to Huang Bingzhen, but now there are some errors in on-site inspections."
"Yes, there is an error, and the error is not small. It is already a qualitative difference." Ronan exhaled and smiled.
He didn't mean to be mysterious and trap everyone in the fog. It’s just that I lack the ability to express myself in language and am beyond my ability. He was relieved that someone now understood the translation.
Zhang Yingying also understood at this time: "That means there was an external factor to induce it... Now the 'external factor' is gone?"
"Let's call it induction." Ronan's eyes wandered over Huang Bingzhen. He carefully considered and sorted out a series of details, and gradually came up with an idea.
At this moment, his bracelet vibrated.
After a second, Zhang Yingying and Zhugan also received communication requests one after another. After some communication, we found out that the chaos they caused in the clubhouse made many people unable to sit still. The reaction from all parties finally came back.
Zhang Yingying and Zhugan answered the conversation respectively. Ronan looked at the caller ID and ignored it for the time being. He just took two steps towards Huang Bingzhen, got closer, and asked seriously: "Your fellow-minded person" ',where are you now?"
"hehe."
Human emotions are so wonderful. Huang Bingzhen, who has always been a playboy and has nothing to do with bravery, faced this situation where he was likely to be beaten by dozens of people, but he gained unprecedented scorching power. He tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth, trying to face all this with a so-called sarcastic smile.
However, the next moment, his cheeks and chin were forcibly pinched to death by Ronan. His face, bones and teeth were bruised, sore and painful, and the taste was terrible.
"Oh la (Ronan)!"
At this time, Huang Bingzhen had some realization that "a scholar must be killed but not humiliated". He struggled angrily, and with the sudden burst of strength, he almost broke free from the grasp of two military and political students.
"Huh?" When Zhugan saw this scene, his heart moved slightly, he took the initiative to end the call and came forward.
Zhang Yingying walked further and when she noticed the changes here, Ronan had already started communicating with the bamboo pole.
"Do you feel it?"
"Spiritual level? Sorry, not at all. I just saw that the explosive power was too much..."
"It's an important point to be able to detect it on the physical level." No matter how hard Huang Bingzhen struggled, his power could not reach his face. Ronan still held his cheek firmly and observed carefully, "It is changing... this person's The emotions go to extremes, but they are so extreme that they are meaningful and orderly, which is interesting.”
Zhugan is also observing and making a judgment: "Is it concentration caused by extremes?"
At this time, under the influence of extreme emotions, Huang Bingzhen's face turned purple and his eyes almost bulged out. In particular, the eyeballs were severely congested and densely covered with bloodshot eyes. The corners of the eyes and temples were twitching, and the hatred and resentment were palpable.
Ronan didn't blink an eyelid, as if he was observing a rat in an experimental box, and he was indeed taking notes. It is quite convenient to work online with the external Neuron interface.
He has more and more precise and transparent mental sensing, and he also asks the magic talisman to help him from a distance. He can make a relatively accurate judgment on Huang Bingzhen's brain activity and the neurotransmitter components secreted and circulating in the neural network. By keeping original records and inputting relevant data, you may be able to draw deeper conclusions through the model designed by your mother.
Of course, the most valuable thing at present is the looming structural prototype on the spiritual level, which embodies the changing trend of turbidity currents that he has been studying and pondering. If traced back from this, many originally vague truths can be peeled off.
Ronan came to a preliminary conclusion: "Concentration is a conscious behavior, but this person does not have it, and his control on the mental level is a mess. My opinion is that the reason why his soul power tends to structure and order is because he has it in advance. Someone has already planned the channels and containers for drainage—a construction at the material level.”
Zhugan blinked: "Hey, this is a delicate job."
"Yes, and it's somewhat familiar."
Ronan let go of his hand and gave Huang Bingzhen's mouth freedom. The latter contorted his face and wanted to curse again, but the military and political student who restrained him had already used a trick, and the force penetrated into the medulla oblongata at the back of his neck, causing his breathing and heartbeat to lose control, and he could not say anything.
Zhang Yingying also ended the call and came over, just in time to hear the end, and immediately asked: "If he keeps going to extremes, will there be a qualitative change?"
"Without sufficient structural analysis, it's difficult to make an accurate judgment...but I think it's still a little short of the mark. In the field of configuration, especially at the spiritual level, the design threshold is the most taboo.
"After all, the objects it guides are seriously unstable. Some people are in good condition and may jump to the top; but some people may burst their blood vessels and be just a hair away. If this happens, it will undoubtedly be a failed design. .
"So, in actual operation, I would rather design a few more levels, just like a ship lock, lifting it up section by section... huh?"
The design concept issues that Ronan "relayed" made the surrounding students prick up their ears. But as he spoke, his inspiration flashed again.
He stopped talking, frowned and stared at Huang Bingzhen, and after a moment, he closed his eyes again. At this moment, Zhang Yingying, Zhugan and others all noticed that there seemed to be an invisible electric current sweeping through their bodies, and their skin trembled for a moment.
