While on the phone with He Yueyin, Octopus walked further and further away, and now he had reached the fire door in the middle of the corridor, covering half of his body. As a result, Ronan was almost alone in the corridor of the inpatient department.
It seemed that the boy didn't care about the content of the octopus' call. For him, the smooth wall in front of him seemed to be more of a unique pleasure.
Octopus saw that Ronan was making circles on the wall, as if there was a complicated drawing that he needed to identify and correct.
Right, that is it.
Ronan's fingertips did not move randomly, but dotted in specific areas, seemingly in a systematic manner. And as the dotting process progressed, a smile appeared on his face, and it became more and more obvious and continued to spread. It gave people the feeling of being free and refreshing from the heart, and people couldn't help but laugh after seeing it. stand up.
But just thinking about the corresponding realistic situation, the octopus felt a deep chill, seeping out from the deepest part of its bones, and then turning into a sad and sad wind, which made its internal organs shrink into a ball.
"Idiot!"
Octopus gave herself a slap in the face. Of course He Yueyin could feel such a change, and her voice became very serious: "Did you mention the coordinates?"
"I told the Horned Demon to contact the auction house, so hastily!" For a moment, Octopus didn't know what else to do besides spewing obscenities at himself.
"How is he doing now?"
"..." Octopus opened his mouth and found that he couldn't describe it and didn't want to describe it. He could only turn on the "shared perspective" function of the six ears and let He Yueyin see it by himself.
Soon the other side was silent, and after a while he said: "You are a doctor. Do you think you can do a mental test on Mr. Luo without him paying attention?"
"This..." Octopus was speechless.
He Yueyin couldn't find a better way in a short time, so she could only say: "I will consult Mr. Bai and inform President Ouyang and others. You can observe more over there."
When the communication was hung up, Octopus was stunned for a while, and then he punched himself hard in the chest. He was so upset that he lost all sensitivity to changes in the outside world. It wasn't until someone whispered hello in his ear that he woke up.
"Doctor Zhang?"
"Ah?" Octopus looked back in shock and saw a tall beauty who was half a head taller than him. A refreshing denim jacket paired with trousers of the same material is a very handsome and neutral style, which is enough to please most men and quite a few women.
It's just that Octopus is not in the mood to appreciate this at the moment. Apart from being surprised, he is still a little panicked. Because this tall beauty is Ronan's cousin, the rock singer Moya.
"It's okay, it's okay, the corridor is too stuffy." Octopus said, wishing he could slap himself again. It's not like they have any problem with you. It's just a matter of not opening the pot.
Mo Ya politely did not go into details. In recent months, Dr. Zhang Yuliang had had many contacts with the family and had given her grandfather a lot of extra care. She had become very familiar with him over and over again. If someone is in a bad mood, he might have been dumped by his girlfriend, so why bother stabbing him with "concern"?
And in comparison, Moya was more concerned about his cousin: "Ronan is here too, what is he doing? Making wild gestures in the air."
"Consider the idea. Conceive the painting." When he said this, Octopus almost couldn't control his emotions, his eyes and nose were numb, and he just wanted to find a secluded place to cry.
Mo Yaduo glanced at him twice, and his eyes probably meant something like "You're kidding me." At this time, she finally felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere here, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes became sharper.
After all, Octopus is also a senior ability user. Seeing that the situation was not good, he used the strong control of the ability user to strictly control his expression and body, and showed a professional smile to Moya: "It's so late, Miss Moya Are you coming back?"
"Well, I have a business trip tomorrow, which may take a long time, so I came over to take a look. Thanks to Dr. Zhang, he helped us pass the application for flexible visitation."
"Where there is, it should be."
"When did Ronan come here?"
"At noon? Well, I'm not sure. I just arrived."
After a few awkward conversations, Mo Ya didn't see any more clues, and her face remained calm. She bowed slightly and walked towards Ronan on the other side of the corridor.
Is this good luck?
Octopus looked at Moya's back and felt a little expectant in his heart. He reached out and took off the glasses from the bridge of his nose, frowning, hoping that his family's intervention would help Ronan jump out of that bad state in time.
Across the corridor, Ronan didn't know the octopus's mental activities. For reasons of confidentiality, Ronan did not allow his new work of psychic drawings to be displayed externally, but only had them mapped on the retina for reference.
The nature of the psychic diagram is destined to the richness and complexity of the image information. Even if he created it himself, when he sees and examines it again, he can always find more details.
For example, on the portrait of Wu Jun and the silhouette of the giant wheel formed by perspective techniques, the blurred shadow outline appears like fine yarn. It used to look like mist at night, but now if you look at it, it is clearly a fluttering cloak, covering the entire scene. every corner of the work.
Is it the soul cloak I control? Or is it the "cloak" sacred object of the Evil Religion that guided this series of events? Or is there a more direct connection with grandpa’s crazy and persistent raving?
Ronan knew that in terms of IQ and calculation, there was indeed an unattainable distance between him and those standard "socially successful people". But then again, those "successful people" rely on nothing more than a large and complex network of powerful people, as well as comprehensive intelligence and precise and in-depth analysis based on this.
Competing with these resources and abilities, Ronan can only be defeated at the conventional level. But if he finds a different approach from the field he is good at, it doesn't seem to be false?
At least, the person who designed this "treat plan" could never have imagined that on the eve of their actual launch of their plan, Ronan had already caught the corresponding signs and extremely critical links in a completely unscientific way.
Cloak, Wu Jun, the Horned Demon, the coordinates of Grandpa's laboratory, the auction, and the information about maritime activities that Maoyan obtained from "Yedian"...
If you have to connect these elements, it seems that you need a lot of far-fetched imagination. But now Ronan doesn't need to imagine anything anymore. Last night he had done a comprehensive pre-reading in a more sophisticated and mysterious way.
Now, he is just waiting for time and changes in circumstances to keep up with the pace of spiritual awareness that is too advanced.
Judging from the current stage, every move made by the opponent is indeed at the predicted point. That sense of fit is really satisfying for obsessive-compulsive patients like Ronan.
As footsteps approached, Moya's Weisha voice sounded in her ears: "Congratulations, you've completely let yourself go. I missed the family meeting and I'm really sorry for not congratulating you right away."
Ronan turned around and curled his lips: "Even if you don't behave like an eldest sister, is it really okay for you, as the daughter of the Mo family, not to share the worries of your parents? If you were here last night, you would still talk like this..."
"I became the scapegoat. Do you think that's better?" Moya smiled and stretched out her hand to pinch Ronan's cheek. Speaking of which, she rarely did this kind of action in recent years.
Ronan slapped her hand away in disgust: "Are you in a good mood?"
"Both and each other, when I saw you facing the wall just now, I really thought you were depressed. Fortunately, as soon as I heard the news that you were going to drop out of school, I rushed back to express my support."
"That's because I became a target first."
At this point, Ronan finally expressed doubts: "Why are you coming here so late? Your band is about to collapse, and your schedule is still so tight?"
"Get out of here." Moya snarled softly, then laughed again, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. It may be a month or longer. I'll come over tonight and have a look."
"On business trip?"
"Hmm, our band will have a small fan club in Sakai in ten days."
"Sakagi?" Ronan's eyes immediately focused.
Moya didn't see anything else. It was normal for Ronan to be surprised. After all, this announcement was a bit unconventional: "You also know that in the East Asian cultural circle, the music market there is much more mature, and the rock and roll environment is relatively better. ...It can be regarded as expanding overseas markets.”
"Really?" Ronan expressed doubt.
Nowadays, each of the 88 large metropolitan areas is relatively closed. Except for those truly world-class stars, the cultural industry is basically in a state of isolation. A young star like Moya who has just debuted may not be able to become famous in Xia City, let alone Sakagawa City across the sea? It's a luxury to hope that their debut album can sell more than 100 copies there!
Also, her Shanxi band is in chaos right now due to Shui Yi's departure and other problems. Will the management company approve this kind of activity?
Moya shrugged: "Anyway, that's what the company said, and we did find a partner there. As long as food, accommodation, and round trip are included, it's whatever they say. There are rumors that the company wants us to be there. Debuting again... Of course, if my family strongly opposes it, that's another matter."
The family objected to being used as a butt... Huh?
Ronan's brows twitched, and he suddenly realized that Moya was reporting to him. After all, everyone in the family knows that Ronan has entered a complicated circle. There was an atmosphere of tension not long ago, and he was watched openly and secretly inside and out.
Moya looks rebellious and casual, but in fact, she has inherited the advantages of her parents. She is thoughtful and very good at considering problems from the perspective of others. It was an accident that she met Ronan tonight, but she had to find time to inform him about this matter no matter what.
She also didn't want to be a burden to Ronan.
Ronan paid close attention to Moya and had a general understanding of his cousin's mentality. Frankly speaking, under the current circumstances, the word "Sakagi" concerned him very much. Maybe this is a coincidence, but are there not many "coincidences" encountered in the past few days?
He was silent, going over the situation introduced by Moya in his mind, and suddenly found something incongruous: "Wait, the music club will be in ten days, what are you going to do now?
"I'm taking the opportunity to take a vacation." Moya smiled as if he didn't care at all, "Didn't someone say that our band is about to collapse? There have been very few announcements recently, so I am idle. I am planning to take a cruise ship from Xiacheng Port. Go north along the coast to Jicheng, and then transfer to Sakajo. This route takes about five days, and there is plenty of time for rehearsals when you get to Sakajo."
