Yin Le pinched something and arrived at the studio rented by Ronan.
Even though Ronan has not had a normal schedule for several days in a row, as long as she is working as a life secretary for one day, she must not neglect the work of "taking care of herself at dawn and dusk".
She first rang the intercom outside the workroom, but received no response, and then verified her fingerprint to enter.
The lights in the workroom are on, and the light and shadow in the virtual workspace are changing. Ronan is sitting behind the workbench, resting his chin on one hand, his body is calm, and he should be concentrating on his work.
But after taking two steps forward and looking carefully, I found that the man's eyes were closed and his breathing was long. He actually fell asleep in this position.
It's because I can't hold it any longer after working continuously.
Yin Le didn't dare to wake up Ronan, but just scanned the workroom to see if there was anything that needed to be cleaned up. Well, that mobile shelf didn't exist before, but now it's placed in the middle of the room, very abrupt. It must have been something that was placed just now...
Mostly "veterans" have been here before.
Yin Le moved the mobile shelf to the corner and walked to the workbench lightly. She never dared to touch the tools and instruments on the stage. She could only clean up some small debris and the like, and also specially took photos to locate them, so as not to make things worse and cause problems that could not be recovered.
At this time, her eyes swept across the virtual workspace, and the scene she saw looked very familiar - like a bottomless deep sea, but also like a storm on the sea surface, with thick colors and chaotic structure. In fact, it was made up of two overlapping pictures.
Two psychic drawings.
Yin Le was convinced because she had seen Ronan's dismantling and integration, and most of the things she was busy with during this period also came from this.
It is difficult for Yin Le to notice the changes in details of such complex and mysterious graphics. But she noticed that the overall figure was undulating and pulsing regularly, as if the intertwined ocean scenes were gradually seeping into the real world and turning into a substantial existence.
Yin Le was taken aback, and she soon discovered that this might just be an illusion. Because there is a certain degree of distortion and refraction of light around the sleeping Ronan. If you look closely, it is obvious that the air is undulating, creating an illusion.
Ronan isn't resting... he's practicing, right? Do you want to work so hard?
Yin Le couldn't help but recall the letter she sent to Mrs. Halder, which described her doubts and judgments:
Ronan, her new boss, has targeted far more enemies than he should. This forced him to never stop, but to seize every time and opportunity to strive to improve himself. He was stretched like a buzzing and trembling bowstring - it might send out fatal arrows at any time, but it might also collapse. break.
Yin Le sighed, and while his breath was still lingering between his lips and teeth, there was a "swishy" sound at the same time.
Behind the workbench, the chair on Ronan's body suddenly collapsed without any warning. The wooden chair body and the soft cushions on the seat disintegrated into crumbs and fine velvet, and some plastic and metal parts were twisted and cracked. At the same time, they were restrained by some kind of force, which wiped out the kinetic energy of the collapse and fell straight down. "It fell to the ground.
Yin Le was startled: "Sir!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yin Le felt that there had been too many similar exclamations recently. But when the impact comes, what can she do?
But this time the call had some effect, and Ronan opened his eyes at this moment. And his body was suspended in the air, maintaining its original natural state without even any ups and downs.
"Sir?" Yin Le greeted tentatively.
"Oh, you're here."
Ronan seemed to have just woken up, hanging in the air, stretching his body. However, his eyes were as bright as stars, how could he look like he had just woken up?
Yin Le was very curious about what Ronan was doing before, but he couldn't really ask, so he had to say step by step: "It's almost half past ten. Sir, do you want to go back and take a rest?"
"Well, it doesn't matter if you take a break or not. We can't stay here for the time being. We may have to start over after finally debugging the equipment."
"...Really?" Yin Le responded, thinking about the turbulent air around Ronan before.
Ronan turned his body three times without touching the ground, and then sat on the wheelchair next to the workbench again, entering the "disabled" mode where he needed help.
In front of Yin Le's eyes, there is still an image of his body shape that turned naturally and smoothly, without any trace of fireworks. It's much more advanced than the original electromagnetic configuration that propelled the body into the air.
But in detail, the gap is only two weeks. This kind of progress...
Yin Le sighed silently, and went behind the wheelchair to do what he should do. But as soon as he applied force, the wheelchair became heavy and stagnant, motionless at all.
What's wrong?
"I almost forgot, I can't take the car in this situation, we can just walk back."
"What's your situation?" Yin Le finally found an opportunity to seek knowledge and resolve doubts. She subconsciously made a guess, "Have you made another breakthrough in your cultivation?"
"No, just playing games, don't take it seriously."
"..." Yin Le was confused again as usual.
At this time, the wheelchair under Ronan's seat moved forward automatically and left the room without her exerting any force. Yin Le hurriedly stepped to keep up. She could confirm that this was definitely not the function of the motor built into the wheelchair.
When he came out of the studio, Ronan ignored the business car parked outside and drove his wheelchair forward. Yin Le arranged for the driver to go first, while she walked quickly in high heels, following behind.
It was close to midnight in the Pingmao Market. Even in the central area, there were very few pedestrians. The streets were empty, which looked refreshing.
Ronan said: "It's so boring!"
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes again. Some areas of the soul cloak that had been spread out for thousands of miles were swollen by the strong light and high temperature, like a blazing furnace, roasting the slightly fishy smell of clouds in the sea and sky. into complex sensory stimulation. Across a distance of 1,500 kilometers, it was transmitted to him, and he could detect, experience, and react to it.
Of course, as Ronan said, this series of perceptions is more like the stimulation of a virtual game, and it is low-simulation, a bit like the sense of deja vu of an "offline test" of external neurons.
It's not even as nervous as it was then - failing the test will most likely lead to big trouble, and now, with the soul cloak to contain him and fight against him, he is playing hide-and-seek with the true god in the abyss, arranging some configurations in the clouds, and watching them. Birth and death, victory and defeat, gains and losses are nothing to worry about.
Just like the hundred-episode pope who claims to "use himself as bait", any tense situation is just talk.
Can you still take it seriously?
Well, it's not wrong for the parties such as Bai Xinyan who can't help themselves.
Only for him, this is not and cannot be done!
