Ronan released a telepathy, and everyone around him felt it.
"Hey, you're too arrogant!" Zhang Yingying shuddered, instinctively wanting to activate the "White Rainbow" sword energy to resist the penetrating influence of the soul power.
After finally controlling it, she rolled her eyes at Ronan: "Master, we all know that you can play in the Yuan District at any time, so don't fight for territory with ordinary people like us, okay?"
You can taste the bamboo pole: "This is a cat's eye type of induction, it is an 'interference wave' close to the material level, and its range is limited."
"Precision is required." Ronan explained simply.
Zhang Yingying raised her eyebrows: "Any clues? Is it nearby? That pharmacist?"
It is normal for her to have this idea. The closer the soul power is to the material level, the greater the interference loss. Affected by the layout of buildings and objects on the material level, it decays very quickly, and the sensing range is also limited, but for details on the material level, it can be grasped relatively accurately.
Like Maoyan, Xia Cheng is the most proficient in this type of sensing ability. Even though he has made rapid progress recently, his current mental sensing radius is only about a hundred meters.
As for Ronan, last time he killed the rat tide in the Kewang Communications Building, his effective killing radius was an astonishing three hundred meters, more than three times larger than a cat's eye. However, Zhang Yingying once heard His Majesty the Emperor Wu mention that there was an order of magnitude difference between Ronan and Maoyan.
So, ten times? Twenty times? Or a hundred times more powerful than the sky?
"Apothecary? No, not yet. Besides, I'm more interested in the structure."
Ronan denied Zhang Yingying's guess. He opened the paginated notes and established a projection workspace through a paper-like soft screen, reproducing the three-dimensional perspective of Yundu Shuiyi on it. Countless regular and irregular lines and translucent planes and curved surfaces together constitute this skyscraper community.
The original large scale of 1:5000 was not enough to fully present the whole picture of Yundu Shuiyi in the projection work area. Ronan could only zoom in. As the image range in the work area became larger and larger, Zhang Yingying couldn't help but have her eyelids twitch. :
"Don't you want to search all these buildings?"
"Well, if necessary."
Ronan responded nonchalantly, and at the same time, he drew circles on the perspective diagram, marking some suspicious areas that he observed and judged in real time. Its scope extends from the club where they are currently located to other buildings in Aurora Cloud City and even Cloud City Shuiyi.
Soon, the distance shown by the mark had already exceeded three hundred meters, not more than three kilometers.
For Ronan, the "limited range" of induction at the near-material level is only a relative term. At this stage, after rounds of accumulation and surge in his soul power, compared with Maoyan, there is indeed an order of magnitude gap, and it is not just one or two problems. Even if the effectiveness of the Soul Cloak is not taken into account, it can easily break through a hundred kilometers, covering the entire Pingjiang District without any problem. Xia City can also cover most of it, but it will not be used for a while.
Not to mention, recently he has been trying to improve the mental induction structure to solve the problem of the fog maze in the cloud, and now the effect has begun to show.
In terms of accuracy, he also has absolute confidence.
However, the research, judgment and discovery of configurations are not just about accuracy, but more importantly, the idea.
Ronan tried to find the logic hidden in it, and he did so with concentration. Zhang Yingying Zhugan's various military and political students were also concentrating, wanting to see what kind of results this spiritual telepathy master would come up with.
Two minutes later, when the three-dimensional perspective was painted beyond recognition, Ronan stopped and hummed: "It has expanded."
"What's swelling?"
"I'm bloated. I haven't really started yet. It's simply impossible to try to extract a specific configuration from a complex background."
I wipe it!
Zhang Yingying didn't expect Roland to gasp, and subconsciously wanted to kick him. However, she heard sighs near the partitions between lawns and flowers. She didn't want to damage this guy's "teacher's dignity" anymore, so she could only restrain the impulse. He said angrily:
"What should we do next?"
Ronan was calm: "Keep checking, there must be something wrong with this Huang or something."
Zhugan pondered for a moment and made a suggestion, "If you want to investigate further, it's best to have a qualitative conclusion first. After all, the structural significance of the spiritual level can convince us, and the secular society still needs a process of acceptance. The military is okay, and the government is okay There has to be a valid reason.”
Many of the military and political students nodded.
Ronan rarely followed the good advice: "It's not impossible to find the exact meaning. It's more acceptable to normal people..."
Before he finished speaking, Ronan's bracelet vibrated again, and communication was connected again. This time the other party had higher authority and came directly from Liu Er.
"Mr. Luo."
"Oh, Sister Yueyin."
The caller was He Yueyin, and she got straight to the point: "What changes have occurred over there in Yundu Shuiyi? Do you need support?"
"Well, something unexpected happened. I also suggest sending more troops because..." Ronan glanced at Huang Bingzhen, ignoring his fierce and resentful eyes, and calmly stated, "There is a native infection here."
"What?" Zhang Yingying's scream suppressed He Yueyin's reply, "Primary infection? Another second-stage infection?"
Zhugan gritted his teeth and inhaled: "The circle is still expanding?"
The words spoken continuously spread in the air, and then stimulate the relevant brain areas of nearby listeners, forming meaningful information and forming a new wave of stimulation.
At this time, not to mention the members of the project team, Cao Shanhai who was forcibly brought here, and the person in charge of the club who was reluctant but forced himself to do it because of his duties, were immediately stunned by these words.
People living in the era of distortion have an instinctive sense of fear and rejection towards the term "distortion"; and if "infection" is added to the back, this feeling will instantly increase by several orders of magnitude.
The person in charge of the club immediately stepped back. If Cao Shanhai had a little personal freedom, his actions would probably be much more violent than the person in charge.
After a short period of surprise, Zhugan quickly accepted this statement and suddenly realized: "No wonder, a weak chicken lying dead in the hospital is here alive and kicking, with a pretty good physique and strength. I'm afraid these are not ordinary second-stage symptoms... Well, it is indeed a reason that no one can refuse."
Abnormal infection, from an ecological perspective, can be roughly divided into three stages: foreign invasion, native infection and novel aberration. Previously, in the Municipal Square incident in November, second-stage infected persons had been discovered, and the branch and relevant parties carried out control. But smart people all know that that method is more like "fishing" than control...
Now, should we say the fishing was successful?
Zhang Yingying stared at Huang Bingzhen: "Is this really a second-stage infected person?"
Ronan did not confirm immediately. He did not even reply to He Yueyin. Instead, he took action again and held down Huang Bingzhen's face. The cold and transparent gaze penetrated directly into the other party's eyes.
"Ronan!"
After decades of being a playboy, Huang Bingzhen found himself in such a situation where he could be manipulated for the first time. This was undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation. He roared and went to touch Ronan's hand. When his hands were controlled, he bit it with his teeth, but at best he could add a little saliva to Ronan's palm.
Ronan didn't care about this situation. His palm was like a red-hot iron sticking to the flesh, or a chew to seal the mouth, giving Huang Bingzhen a strong sense of shame and pain. At a level that the other party is not aware of, his mental observation is more like a sharp scalpel, tearing open Huang Bingzhen's ferocious and violent face, and touching the secret emotions in his heart that may not even be clear to him.
After a few seconds, he asked: "Hey, aberration infection is not a good thing, right?"
Zhang Yingying gave him a look: "Nonsense."
"Then what kind of elements make this yellow thing not care at all about such things, and even show abnormal excitement subconsciously? Does he have any misunderstanding about the aberration infection?"
"..."
In the blink of an eye, the furious and struggling Huang Bingzhen became the target of people's attention. The man who was deep in extreme emotions still didn't react. He even tried to bite Ronan's palm, like a crazed dog rather than a normal person.
"It's just a little bit close...I suddenly had an idea."
Zhang Yingying and others said "haha", and ominous clouds gathered in their hearts.
Ronan looked at Huang Bingzhen, peeling off its physical and spiritual structure layer by layer, and at the same time perfecting his own thoughts: "I was thinking that the terrain of Yundu Shuiyi is too complicated, and it is beyond my ability to extract the specified configuration alone. But What would happen if you knew the answer in advance and then deduced it backwards?”
"what is the answer?"
"It depends on the thinking and tacit understanding."
Ronan's observation of Huang Bingzhen's physical and spiritual structure has changed from a penetrating scalpel to a deft and delicate paintbrush. In his eyes, Huang Bingzhen was ugly at this time.
The so-called ugliness has no direct relationship with appearance, emotion, character, or attitude, but only because the combination of all these is disorderly and chaotic.
It was like Ronan was scribbling and retouching a child's doodle. He could not continue along the bad ideas of the idiot, but had to come up with another idea, borrowing the existing lines and tones of graffiti to extract a truly meaningful structure.
Therefore, he added fuel to Huang Bingzhen's heart: "Do you hate me? Keep going!"
"Uh huh huh!" Deep in Huang Bingzhen's mind, it seemed like a demon was roaring. The sharp sound waves hit him, pushing his emotions back and forth between fear and rage, pushing them higher and higher, and finally carved a mark that he couldn't even understand at a height he couldn't imagine.
When the mark is engraved, the true and true force will also take shape.
Huang Bingzhen's face was violently distorted, and dense tendons emerged from his relatively smooth facial skin. It started from the corners of the eyes and nose where the skin was thinnest, and soon developed to the cheeks and under the ears. Like countless slender centipedes, struggling and dancing in the subcutaneous tissue.
Ronan let go of his hand, and a sharp scream broke out:
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
After receiving the wet tissue from Zhang Yingying, Ronan wiped his hands and said to the other side of Lingbo.com: "It's the third issue now."
