On May 5th, at about 8 o'clock in the evening, the night in Sakai City was like the hanging skirt of a goddess. Tonight, there was no longer a mysterious and ascetic atmosphere, but it was painted with dazzling fireworks. Every time it swayed, it was filled with hundreds of cold lights and warm colors. , changing and changing, so beautiful.
But the most eye-catching thing tonight is below instead of above, in the water instead of in the sky.
On the south bank of Beishan Lake, a grand and gorgeous stage was built on the floating water near the embankment. The high-pitched electric guitar tones were wrapped in the roar of tens of thousands of fans, citizens, and tourists, overpowering the low roar of fireworks in the sky, announcing The Sakai Music Festival officially kicked off.
On the embankment, the police in Sakai City were facing a formidable enemy. Thousands of people set up a human wall to prevent the enthusiastic fans from being stampeded in excitement and even falling into the lake.
This was the case on the shore. At this time, the sides and rear of the main stage were also surrounded by large and small cruise ships. The boats were also crowded with people. Compared with the shore, the lively atmosphere was no less intense.
"The platform is on all sides, guests come from all directions, I am the first... the light shines brightly!"
Wang Mo, the melody guitarist of the Shanxi Band, changed from his usual boring temperament and leaned on the side of the boat to seize the best viewing position and greedily absorbed the breath from the main stage.
Opening the festival are undoubtedly world-class bands, each of which is his idol and the goal he hopes to achieve in his dream.
After being envious, it suddenly became boring again.
"We're going on stage! We're going to a road show!"
Bassist Huang Xiangdong was already drunk, and he was shouting loudly from the side, which made people look at him side by side, but it rarely touched Wang Mo's mind.
Wang Mo sighed.
His show is over.
Among the hundreds of bands that participated in the Sakai Music Festival, the Shanxi Band's standard can only be said to be below average. The invited performance was only a warm-up performance, and it was not yet the main stage. It was a small group of singers who finished two hours ago. Yes, this is their only performance assignment in Sakai.
Actually, most of the bands participating in music festivals are like this, and then they have to find their own way. Road shows are not a shame. The ecology of underground bands is like this, and it is more stylish.
The problem is, the lead singer of the band is leaving tomorrow, and everyone is still acting like a fool!
"Oh oh oh, beauty!"
Huang Xiangdong seemed to have made a big discovery, and his voice suddenly sharpened, just like his miserable high note.
Wang Mo was too lazy to turn his head, but Ma Lou, an older keyboard player behind him who was also carrying a bottle of wine, narrowed his slightly blurred eyes and stamped his certification:
"Tsk, the beauty in the kimono is so nice!"
"Where is it, where is it, where is it?"
The latest drummer to join the band, Jeff Lun, is small in stature, but he is a typical ADHD patient. Even in the crowd of Wuyangyang, he is jumping back and forth, and his energy and curiosity are first-rate.
Ma Lou responded kindly: "On the right hand side, on the shore, is a plain blue kimono...ah, what a dignified beauty."
Wang Mo pouted, but he actually saw it too. Indeed, the body shape and color tone of the kimono ladies over there are very aesthetically pleasing. However, under the darkness of night and the flashing lights of fireworks, all scenes have their own filter effects. In the final analysis, they are nothing more than self-narcosis mixed with imagination.
Compared with the high-minded undergraduates, Jeff Lun's brain circuit is obviously not that complicated. In fact, he is so high that he doesn't know what to do, up, down, left, and right:
"Right? Where is right?"
It is the same kind that knows the same kind best. Huang Xiangdong shouted in his ear: "RIDE, RIDE (rhythm cymbal)!"
Jefflen understood instantly, jumped to look at the shore, and soon laughed out loud, raised his arms and greeted loudly:
"Beauty! Biji-san, Onii-chan..."
Wang Mo covered his face, maybe it would be better to just go back to Xia City! Coming from an academic background, he really couldn't stand this.
Separated by tens of meters of water and blocked by noisy music and voices, it was impossible for Jephlen's shouting to reach there. However, probably by coincidence, the lady actually turned her face sideways, and her eyes seemed to be focused on the ship.
Jefflen became even more excited and wanted to throw his arms out.
Wang Mo had to squeeze half of his body to the side with difficulty to avoid being stepped on. As soon as he moved away, he heard an "ouch" sound, and Jefflen's knee hit the railing of the ship's side.
However, Jefflen felt no pain at all, and even that cry was not caused by pain, but by mental stimulation. He slapped the fence hard and his vocal cords tore:
"That, that Onii-chan... Viper! Viper!"
People around him looked at him sideways, thinking that this guy was really over the top. In the end, Huang Xiangdong, who was of the same kind, looked back and forth several times, and suddenly realized:
"Ah ah ah, a has-been actress, what a arrogant and arrogant snow!"
Jephlen slapped Huang Xiangdong on the shoulder: "Yes, that's right, she's that prude woman. I searched for half the night last night, but couldn't find that kind of movie. Today at the fan meeting..."
"I'm here too. I didn't criticize him in person. I'm really grateful!"
Wang Mo and Ma Lou also looked like they suddenly understood. It was rare for the four band members to reach a consensus, and they were also deeply impressed by the kimono lady on the shore:
After all, not every "fan" would be like that person and criticize to his face that "except for the lead singer, the band members are just a collection of mediocre talents."
Moreover, even for the lead singer Moya, his comments were such as "the rhythm is far better than the tone", "temperament and appearance are more valuable", "when you close your eyes, it is your guitar skills that save you and your teammates". Poison-tipped knife.
Under that elegant and dignified skin, there must be cold and smooth snake scales!
Wang Mo felt uncomfortable: "This woman, with her clothes and makeup, she should go to the opera house. Why come to listen to rock music and make irresponsible remarks about our little band?"
Lao Ma Lou also stayed up late last night to do his homework: "According to online information, she does have qualifications from the Takarazuka Theater Company."
"..."
This is a god-level figure, and the Pheasant Academy cannot afford to offend him.
Wang Mo shrank, but Jeff Lun was still jumping around: "She must be depressed! Hmm, maybe she is cold on the outside and hot on the inside? If I take action..."
"Even if her ovaries are filled with dry firewood, she can't help but get some sparks from you. What are you looking at? This is a society that values appearance, regardless of gender."
Huang Xiangdong raised his thumb and poked behind his shoulder. When attacking his companions, his thoughts and sense of direction were very clear, and his accents were accurate.
"Female, female...oh!" Jefflen said in a long tone, but he wasn't annoyed at all. In fact, men are very tolerant of such beauty scenes. He just sighed, "I've heard about that super girl a long time ago. If you are lucky enough to be a woman, come to Sancheng to see it, three? Four? It’s a waste!”
Huang Xiangdong gave him the tip of his little finger again: "Just be content, she just didn't get flirty, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn to be a scumbag."
Jefflen was still not angry. The two men who were chatting about high laughed together, then held their heads and howled, all without saying a word.
The chaos on the lower deck was mixed with the hustle and bustle of the semi-enclosed observation deck on the upper deck, leaving no quiet corner. However, whenever there is a need and sentiment, people can always subconsciously filter out some external noise and build a subjective private space.
Of course, if there are three bodyguards who can quietly separate a small space, the material foundation for the existence of the atmosphere will be even stronger.
At this time, Moya felt peaceful and peaceful in her heart, leaning against the railing with her close friends to chat. No matter what the topic, it was full of interest and sentiment.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that the beauty in kimono on the shore happened to be the topic of conversation between Mo Ya and Tang Yi.
Different from the traditional clothes on the other side that contain feminine charm, the two here are wearing casual and neutral casual clothes. They are equally tall and handsome. Standing together they look like models in a blockbuster, full of fashion sense. But in the words, all that flows is the flavor of memories:
"In your eyes, our performance is probably riddled with holes and unbearable to watch?"
"oh?"
"I remember that at the 1993 campus music festival, someone's evaluation was purely based on one theory. Do I need to repeat it again?"
"I just have doubts about your classification method... Well, I mean there is no need to make the classification too clear." Tang Yi stretched out her hand and gently twisted a strand of hair hanging down Moya's cheek, "Hair is hair. In most cases, just one or two, three or five strands have no meaning, but are a joke."
"Don't revise my established ideas. Anyway, from my uncle and Ronan, I understand that the talents of relatives who are inherited from the same bloodline are very different, let alone you and me."
"It's indeed like you. If you wake up early, it won't prevent you from hitting your head and causing bloodshed."
"How could it be?" Mo Ya's smile blossomed, and then she leaned over, ignoring the surrounding gazes, and kissed Tang Yi's cheek gently, "I am the most optimistic waiter. I wait for everyone around me to realize their talents and realize their dreams... After all, without family members waiting there, the moment of success may be the saddest moment."
"Wow, that's great speech material."
"Perhaps what my uncle instilled in me can be called the 'ultimate background wall' achievement? Now that I think about it, maybe it is just to coax children. But there is no way, I am very coaxed!"
It was obviously not very funny, but the two of them pressed their foreheads together and rubbed their temples together, and they still laughed out loud, which naturally attracted the attention of others.
Tang Yi didn't care about other people's eyes, but when she connected the "uncle" in Mo Ya's mouth with more direct identity information, her mind still wandered for a moment:
Luo Zhongheng...the researcher who asked Li Wei to personally take action at all costs, can "talent" really break through the generation gap of civilization? Or is it a miracle "fed" by more incredible resources?
If it is the former, then the miracle will be difficult to reproduce in a short time;
But if it’s the latter, where are the “incredible resources” that make the miracle happen again?
In the past year, similar problems have been torturing those high-ranking guys.
Continue to indulge and observe?
Or should we nip the signs of crisis before the next Luo Zhongheng appears and avoid paying a greater price?
After a few crossroads, the situation was on the verge of getting out of control...or maybe it was already out of control without even realizing it.
She sighed softly: "The clouds in Sakae City are very thick!"
Moya looked up and saw that the fireworks in the sky had not yet dissipated. The flames were intertwined with the remaining smoke. They were thick and colorful and not clear enough to the senses, but when it came to clouds... I really didn't see them.
Instead, there was a huge airship, slowly passing by in the colorful stream of light.
Fireworks exploded around the airship. Bai Xinyan raised the wine glass lightly, and the clear liquid reflected the splendor, and also underwent subtle deformation as the air molecules vibrated and propagated.
At this time, even through the fully enclosed viewing window, a strong smell of gunpowder seemed to be smelled.
"Tomorrow, the head of the Department of Environmental Affairs will probably bow to apologize?"
Tamagawa Eisuke ignored such meaningless words. He was sitting upright on the sofa, staring at the dynamic data chart visualized in front of him. The division of multiple functional areas makes the overall chart look relatively complicated. Only the passenger flight information directly intercepted from the airline database in the upper left corner is relatively intuitive.
Moya, the photo of Ronan's cousin, occupies a very eye-catching area.
Tamagawa Eisuke stared at the photo for a long time, finally lowered his eyelids, and tapped the virtual keys on the armrest of the sofa. In an instant, all the chart data on the screen was cleared, and the projection area dimmed.
"give up halfway?"
Bai Xinyan's voice came again. Tamagawa Eisuke really didn't want to pay attention to this embarrassing topic, but thinking of the ambiguous relationship between Bai Xinyan and Wang Yu, as well as her own special status in Tianqi Laboratory, after pausing for a few seconds, Finally an explanation was given:
"We still can't find Ronan. We have used Sakai's all-weather surveillance network, mobilized the satellites above our heads, and included the police's information control, but it still has no effect. It seems to have disappeared out of thin air."
"If I understood it correctly and couldn't find Ronan, you wouldn't have attacked his sister?"
Tamagawa Eisuke hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Basically, yes."
Then he couldn't help but explain a few more sentences: "Wang Yu's purpose is just to get Ronan to bow his head, personally participate in the auction on the high seas, and reach an agreement. Now, that guy may have run away on the devil fish When we reach the center of the Pacific Ocean, why should we add any unnecessary extravagance?”
"Really? I thought you were helping him survive."
Don’t tell me when you see through it, woman!
Tamagawa Eisuke admitted that he was really lost at the time and thought of things too simply. Now he can only explain vaguely: "I am just a businessman..."
"Oh, I thought there were only careerist capitalists in the Jade Society."
"It's just more confidence in capital."
Tamagawa Eisuke was happy to change the topic. For this reason, he also used someone's words to endorse: "Wang Yu often said that capital is the expansion of human nature. As long as people have desires, as long as there is exchange in the world, and as long as the flow rate of capital exceeds production capacity, capital will It is the ultimate choice, the undefeated king. Being on the winning side is natural, I just learn and practice it."
"You are just blowing the pillow wind... Unfortunately, I am not planning to have sex with him in the near future. For me, the power of capital is still too nihilistic, and I still prefer intuitive and strong people."
Bai Xinyan walked over from the viewing window, came to the front of Tamagawa Eisuke, and closed the distance with him: "Wang Yu, and you, so far have not been able to let the power of capital break through the barrier between reality and nothingness. Keep working hard. , maybe success is just ahead?”
"Thanks for the encouragement."
The blood vessels on Tamagawa Eisuke's temple beat a few times, and finally he showed a gentle and polite smile.
Ronan's incident is now in the past.
Even though the Jade Appraisal Society and Wang Yu had not yet made a formal explanation, he had already made up his mind.
For him, risks come from multiple levels and from multiple directions. Compared with the direct survival crisis of traveling at multiple times of sound speed, breaking out of defenses like searching for objects, and the crisis of trust that shook the foundation of the Tamagawa family's rule in Sakai due to his causing disasters, the dissatisfaction of the Jade Appraisal Society is actually relatively easy. problems to overcome.
In the final analysis, his rash provocation was a superfluous and stupid act from the beginning. His excessive emphasis on Wang Yu caused serious problems in his judgment. Now is the time to cut his losses.
Regardless of the fact that he is currently working for Wang Yu'an, if the situation continues to deteriorate, he will not be able to do things like "borrowing someone's head for use".
Thanks to the Amaterasu Order;
Thanks to the strong man who killed Gong Qi;
Thanks to the outrageous able-bodied association;
What's more, he has to thank the Amaterasu Order who couldn't wait to cut the leeks, highlighting the changes and corresponding actions, giving him a very sufficient reason.
Therefore, Tamagawa Eisuke sighed again: "Of course there are more realistic considerations: the Amaterasu Order's identification operation is about to be implemented, and His Holiness the Pope certainly does not want to cause any more trouble..."
Bai Xinyan looked at him with a smile, while Tamagawa Eisuke had a sincere look on his face: "Before the big action, be distracted. If something unexpected happens and causes trouble again, I won't be able to explain it to you. What will happen to the head of the Department of Environmental Affairs tomorrow? My fate."
When I was talking, I just found an example at random, but as soon as I said it, I realized that there was really no difference in essence.
Tamagawa Eisuke sighed in his heart. There is indeed a barrier between the power of capital and extraordinary power.
When the world was in the old age of muscles and machinery, the power of capital could easily dominate everything; but in the post-distortion era, extraordinary power is obviously more direct and more oppressive than the power of capital.
The aloof senior leaders of the religious sect will not care what impact the next series of actions will have on the secular world. Anyway, there are people like the Tamagawa family who are willing to stick to their faces and solve all worries.
There is no way, capital is such a shameless thing, whoever can make it increase is the father and the benefactor.
As for dominance... By the way, how much more real money must be spent on Apocalypse Laboratory's "Bloodline" project to achieve the desired results?
Is that Levi really trustworthy?
His research directions and research objects have gone far beyond the existing system, causing even the most demanding investors to lose their professional judgment; and the series of results that point directly to the ultimate mystery of life have made the world's most core capital circles go crazy. I put money into it, one item after another, year after year, and I don’t know when it will end.
Tamagawa Eisuke was a little distracted, and suddenly he heard Bai Xinyan greeting again: "If you don't need this projection area, can you borrow it temporarily?"
"Of course! Well, this is...you brought it with you when you boarded the ship."
"It's a newly developed set of professional equipment. It's still in the experimental stage. It was just delivered from Deep Blue World yesterday." Bai Xinyan sat directly on the sofa, side by side with Tamagawa Eisuke, then picked up the black suitcase at her feet and opened it. The complex lock was explained casually, "I also heard about Pope Baiji's generosity in Baicheng. I hope to use this special situation to verify the effectiveness of the equipment. I think the Pope will not mind."
"Verification?" Tamagawa Eisuke frowned.
"Hundred Ji" is the name of the Pope of the Amaterasu Sect. It sounds very weird, but the name of his son, the "True God" of the sect, is even weirder. He is called "Qianju". Of course, almost no one dares to call it that now.
Tamagawa Eisuke would not follow Bai Xinyan's lead and use honorifics as usual: "My Excellency has always been magnanimous. If Miss Xinyan had communicated in advance..."
"It's not too late."
As soon as the words fell, the two people's eyes met, big eyes staring at small eyes.
Next, the area was silent for more than ten seconds. Both of them were waiting for something, but no new information was conveyed in the air.
Does this count as passing?
Tamagawa Eisuke didn't just open his eyes and be in a daze, but informed the Pope through special channels, and now he obviously acquiesced.
That's right. It is said that the Amaterasu Sect is the one with the closest relationship with Apocalypse Laboratory among the three major sects. There must be a reason for everything to come out of nowhere.
The Tamagawa family and Wang Yu are fighting for connections and relationships in Amaterasu Pure Land, but they may not necessarily be rivals.
Tamagawa Eisuke fine-tuned his mentality and talked about the matter: "Is this set of equipment intended for commercial use, or is it a more core direction?"
"For commercial use, the board of directors hopes to take advantage of the recent boom to make it a hot item and an indispensable basic equipment in the future. Contribute to the project's goal of operating at a low profit."
"Operating at a low profit?" Tamagawa Eisuke shook his head slightly, "With all due respect, we spend tens of billions of dollars on Apocalypse Labs every year. We don't want our children and grandchildren to be deprived of this money. We would rather see some Something different, at least a clearer clue..."
"Understood, you hope to use the hotbed of capital to incubate evil seeds with extraordinary power. But with all due respect, this kind of approach that violates the basic rules and ethics of the universe is difficult to achieve direct results. Perhaps it should be like natural life, using countless The most suitable results will be screened out through the descendants of alienated evolution."
"But when I was investing, the investment letter I got described a very direct reverse reduction process..."
"You should be familiar with the way capital tells stories."
"..."
"Okay, Mr. Tamagawa, I am not a representative of Apocalypse Laboratory, and I have no intention of explaining anything to Mr. Levi. For more detailed information, as a shareholder, you can directly make a request to the board of directors. As for now, as a handsome gentleman, you should Help the lady in front of you to arrange this sophisticated equipment, and maybe in the end, you will be rewarded with a kiss."
"Thank you Bu Min!"
Tamagawa Eisuke doesn't mind sharing women with Wang Yu, but he definitely doesn't want to share danger.
He quickly lowered his posture and rolled up his sleeves to help Bai Xinyan connect the equipment in the suitcase to the projector.
About half a minute later, the projection area lit up again.
For the first second, Tamagawa Eisuke thought he saw some kind of screensaver.
It was a scene of puffy bubbles and water droplets rolling and rising. It was very realistic, but it could still be seen that it was an animation effect.
Is it time to get to the point?
The evolution of the projection screen was somewhat beyond Tamagawa Eisuke's expectations.
It's still the same animation effect, countless water bubbles, air bubbles, droplets... in short, it's something similar in appearance, layered on top of each other, colliding and twisting, and soon spreads to the entire projection area, and the corresponding perspective is also stretched and expanded. The details become blurred, and the whole becomes more spectacular and chaotic.
Close your eyes for a second, and then open them again. It's like entering the bizarre shallow sea layer when diving in summer. It's colorful, but you can't see the substantial structure, and you can't tell where the "sunlight" is projected from. Come down.
"What's this?"
"It is currently the most popular trend in the world, or to be precise, in the world. The laboratory's tentative name for it is: Mental Ocean Mimicry."
"Huh?"
"The general idea is to use large-scale calculations and use specific modules to simulate and realize a general picture of the spiritual level in an area... Although the accuracy is not high and the response is lagging, it is basically impossible to use it in actual combat, but if it becomes popular, after a period of time Data sampling and collection, in theory, its authenticity will become higher and higher, at least in the relatively low-level spiritual ocean."
Tamagawa Eisuke finally digested the core concept of Bai Xinyan's words, and his eyebrows knitted together: "The trend you are talking about refers to Ronan's one..."
"That's right, the cage theory."
"What about modules?"
"Of course we borrowed the concept of 'cage', but for the convenience of calculation, we simplified it into the form of bubbles or droplets."
"Is this 'borrowing'?"
"It's just different paths leading to the same goal, just like the close relationship between 'cage' and 'configuration'. Of course, some people are also considering whether to ask Ronan to endorse this product."
"...Is there an instruction manual?"
While Bai Xinyan was debugging the equipment, Tamagawa Eisuke spent nearly twenty minutes roughly reading through the electronic manual of this "mimic map generator".
The more he learned about it, the more he felt that this thing was more brilliant than he imagined: "Miss Xinyan, if I understand correctly, this set of instruments is a panoramic probe of the spiritual realm of reality... There has never been such a device before. !”
"That's not it. It's just an animation simulation based on specific modules and modes. The detection accuracy, breadth and depth are all very limited, and may even be completely different from reality."
"No, no, no, this is an epoch-making invention - as long as the 'cage theory' can take hold!"
Tamagawa Eisuke has a new understanding of the technology accumulation of Apocalypse Laboratory. Due to his short time and shallow understanding, he still could not estimate the impact that a large amount of similar equipment would have on today's world, especially the other world, but he was already aware of the sensitive factors inside:
"Your Majesty... do you really agree to use this equipment?"
"There is no doubt about the magnanimity of Pope Baiji." Bai Xinyan said without blinking an eye, "Besides, the sensing range of this set of instruments is limited. Excluding peripherals, it is only about ten square kilometers. Observe a corner to see the excitement. What’s not allowed?”
"That's it!"
Tamagawa Eisuke put on a look of relief, but he was thinking in his heart: For people with abilities, especially those on the spiritual side and the religious circles, this kind of method is close to prying into, especially the most chaotic and secretive spiritual realm in the past... …For anyone with common sense and foundation of extraordinary powers, the spiritual realm has unique magic and attraction.
Later, we will secretly purchase similar equipment and strive to cover Sakai!
At this time, after Bai Xinyan's debugging, the colors of the gorgeous "ocean" in the early stage of the simulation picture have almost completely faded. Now most of them have turned into a very inconspicuous gray-white color, with only a few popping up at random times and areas. Small colorful spots are like the consequences of a deflected electron beam on an ancient flat-screen monitor.
In this regard, Bai Xinyan explained that this is to treat recurring mental bands and corresponding changes as "background radiation". Only those that exceed the relevant threshold will be focused on. It is also an expedient measure due to the current lack of peripherals and limited computing power. .
As the time for the Amaterasu Order's action was getting closer and closer, Tamagawa Eisuke closed his mouth and stared at the projection area without blinking. At this time, Bai Xinyan also thoughtfully placed a blurred satellite image behind the background radiation, achieving a simple correspondence between the animated image and the real map:
"According to Professor Luo's theory, the spiritual ocean and the material world do not have a strict spatial correspondence, but as long as there is a material basis and is limited by space, there is always a basic direction for the simulated signal... Just don't take it too seriously. .”
As she spoke, she manually manipulated the sensor knob to adjust the sensing orientation, and explained smoothly: "The sensor is limited, and limiting the orientation will effectively enhance the sensing accuracy. At present, we are still enriching the background radiation structure. After all, Pope Baiji has not really started yet. . The aberrant population around Beishan Lake has always been abundant, so early sampling and identification are essential."
Tamagawa Eisuke couldn't help but speak: "As for the south bank of Beishan Lake, the aberrant population has basically been wiped out. The only thing that has a relatively good climate is probably the camphor tree..."
"Oh, I know. Is that Mr. Sakaemon?"
Bai Xinyan made some more refined operations, and after about ten seconds, a colorful area that was obviously different from the overall background appeared in the dark "ocean".
This area looks like a soap bubble carefully blown by a child, twisting and deforming in the rippling air currents, refracting seven colors of light, and may burst at any time, but always maintains the overall structure at the critical moment.
After looking at it for a while, I felt that this huge bubble had an extraordinary toughness and was completely different from the small, gray bubbles next to it that could burst at any time.
"This is the configuration of the aberration in the spiritual ocean... If it were a real existence, it would be very eye-catching!"
Bai Xinyan lightly praised, then shook her head: "It's a pity that the current equipment is not enough to analyze the internal structure. A living body like this that obviously has certain intelligence and established spiritual dimension structure is a very precious research material. "
"It's a pity indeed."
Tamagawa Eisuke knew better that Mr. Sakaemon, who had become a spirit, was the pre-selected ingredient in the soup that the Amaterasu Order would cook this time.
If you miss tonight, you will never have the chance to study it.
Fortunately, in this era, apart from anything else, the aberrations are still enough to take care of!
Tamagawa Eisuke also noticed that after the mimetic scene was presented, the entire projection area was constantly refreshed. Before Sakaemon was focused on, the entire spiritual ocean picture was dark, and the changes brought about by the refresh were not too obvious. But now, with a relatively clear goal, there are obvious gaps in changes every time it is refreshed. It looks like it has been through the hands of a poor editor, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Tamagawa Eisuke has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he frowned again when he saw this:
Sure enough, it's just a semi-finished product.
Nowadays, he can only force himself to adapt to similar flaws. In addition to unblinking his eyes, he also quietly turns on the recording function to record the entire display process of the mimetic scene as material for subsequent research and analysis.
Compared to Sakaemon, Tamagawa Eisuke is more interested in the Amaterasu Order: As the worthy protagonist tonight, what methods will the Pope use? In what form will it appear in the spiritual ocean picture?
After locking Sakaemon, the thirtieth round was refreshed, and Tamagawa Eisuke finally saw that there were new changes in the mimicry scene.
They were criss-crossing dark bands, like spider webs, or cracks in the glass after being hit, appearing and spreading.
Most of them are very slender, but they are darker in color. In contrast, the originally darker background turns into a lighter off-white.
These extremely dark lines are like deep grooves and cracks, and it seems that the projection area may be fragmented at any time.
"It's very similar to the root system of a big tree."
"Huh?"
Bai Xinyan's image thinking is quite different from Tamagawa Eisuke's. However, after being awakened by her, Tamagawa Eisuke then thought of a concept for which the Amaterasu Order is famous throughout the world:
"You mean... the Fuso Sacred Tree?"
Bai Xinyan looked over, curled her lips slightly, and shook her head: "Have you never heard of the theory of configuration analysis of 'tools' and 'plants'?"
Tamagawa Eisuke blinked. Elites like him always do their homework before taking action. The result is that even if they talk about non-professional things, they will always have some impression:
"It's Ronan's again."
"That's right, Professor Luo has another great talk. In his view, the sect's solidified structure in the Abyss is like a towering tree, and more importantly, its root system is complex, reaching down from the Abyss to the densely caged spirit. The ocean, sucking nutrients in... This can be considered a verification!"
Tamagawa Eisuke kept his mouth shut. When it comes to the foundation of the cult, pretending to be deaf and dumb is the most basic discipline. However, he still had trouble in his heart:
The name "Fuso Sacred Tree" is quite appropriate, but what is the corresponding "nutrient"?
After several rounds of refreshes, after the obvious jump in the picture flow, the colored light bubbles corresponding to Sakaemon are now obviously shrunken, giving Tamagawa Eisuke a more intuitive feeling.
This one, and those leeks growing again...
"Well, what are these long stripes?"
Tamagawa Eisuke made a new discovery.
In the mimetic scene, there is a faint line running through the entire projection area. It cuts from diagonally above, roughly from the depth of Beishan Lake. It moves about 1/10 of the screen distance and suddenly disappears. A few seconds later, several rounds of refreshes passed, and the conspicuous light band changed its angle again and appeared at the edge of the south bank. It was also distorting and deforming, splitting the entire image imaging effect.
"..."
"Miss Xinyan?"
Bai Xinyan didn't respond, she just adjusted the equipment, her eyes were focused as never before. After several operations, the bright stripes disappeared from the projection area again, as if it was just an accident.
"Is it a bug in the equipment...hey?"
The bright stripes appeared again, this time lasting much longer than the previous two times, flashing and cutting across the projected area, running rampant.
"Display error, or is it a special phenomenon in the spiritual realm?"
"It's interference."
"Which aspect?"
Bai Xinyan was about to speak, but suddenly she was stunned. Tamagawa Eisuke had almost the same reaction. Because at this moment, the two of them received the same information from different channels:
"Operation aborted tonight."
At this moment, the mimetic picture underwent another round of refreshing. In the spiritual ocean, those extremely dark "root systems" were clearly fading rapidly. After several rounds of refreshing, there were no traces left.
"Your Majesty..." Tamagawa Eisuke subconsciously called out, but received no response.
Looking at the projection area again, the bright stripes disappeared again.
Tamagawa Eisuke looked at Bai Xinyan again, who was still in a semi-trance state, clearly receiving information from other channels. He felt a little anxious, but he had to hold it back.
After a moment, Bai Xinyan raised her lips again: "What a terrible experience!"
"Which one?"
"That's probably what it feels like when you find someone else stirring the soup pot when you're making soup."
Tamagawa Eisuke can guess it, but the key is the following information: "Who is it?"
"Currently, I probably only see the soup swirling, but I can't find the stirring spoon... This is a magic trick! Maybe it's a chance encounter in transit, maybe it's a prank, maybe it's specifically targeted, but no matter what, this is an extraordinary species The level issue, with the caution of Pope Baiji, has not been solved clearly, and it may be difficult to take new actions.
"After all, there must be secrets here that cannot be exposed."
