It seems that I accidentally touched some secrets from the past.
At this time, the octopus was quite confused.
If you continue to listen, it may violate the Luo family's privacy; if you don't listen, this opportunity will never come back, and Luo Nan is not here.
After dealing with Ronan for a long time, Octopus certainly knows that the boy actually knows very little about the past events of his grandfather and father, especially the past events in the wilderness, but he is extremely eager...
Looking back on this matter, if Ronan asked carefully, it would be difficult to explain - as a friend, should he listen, or should he not?
The tangled thoughts of the octopus will not affect the outside world.
However, Luo Yuandao didn't say much anymore. He still had his eyes closed, but his expression seemed to be concentrating on observation.
At the end, he even slowly raised his arms, as if he wanted to grab the clouds in the sky, and as if he wanted to welcome the brilliant sunshine behind the clouds.
After all, he couldn't catch anything, but under the skylight that diffused through the clouds, the overly dry palm seemed to turn into smoke at any time and melt into the shadow of the clouds.
It was at the front of this arm that the old man's stiff fingers, trembling uncontrollably, drew lines with no basic logic or specific shape at all.
However, maybe in his own thinking circle, he is doing meaningful work. So gradually, a smile appeared on the old man's face, and it became brighter and brighter.
Ronan quietly stared at the old man who was so skinny that he was out of shape in the shadow of the clouds. The palm pointing to the sky seemed to be pointing at his chest.
Of course, he also saw the old man's smile. Although his eyes were closed and he was pointing nowhere, this was probably the most "kind" time that his grandfather had been to him when the grandfather and grandson "faced each other" in recent years.
At this time, Ronan's thoughts were placed in the clouds covering Xia City, focusing on the sanatorium.
Xia City is the area where Ronan has the strongest control, no other.
There are too many people here that he needs to pay attention to and protect at all times. Therefore, as the "mica" and the soul cloak support each other and accumulate and supplement each other, from last night to now, Xia City has not been sunny.
The accumulated water vapor turns into thick clouds, which gradually pile up to form a "mica" structure, covering the entire city. As Ronan's thoughts jumped, he began to directly interfere with the covered area.
With Ronan's "pure induction" ability, he wouldn't have done it in such a high-profile manner.
But his current mentality is really not stable enough.
Ronan discovered a lot by getting access to the original notebook. He can understand the meaning behind those symbols, words and even chaotic lines...
This does not mean that he can restore the objects recorded in the notes and decipher the code of his grandfather's thoughts.
He just really "touched" the chaotic aura and the extremely painful emotional residue left on the ordinary paper under the seal of the "Sixteen-Character Technique" and the visual graphics.
Grandpa does not have supernatural powers, Ronan can confirm this.
But where did the aura that stained those pages, which still shows its presence after more than ten years, come from?
Ronan is no longer a newbie. The various experiences and studies during this period have given him the ability to make subtle judgments and derivation.
He seemed to be able to see the causes and consequences of all this, and even within a few minutes of reading the notes, he had already initially constructed a "model":
A powerful "radiation source" of energy information penetrates the fragile physical and spiritual framework of ordinary people, leaving a mark on the equally fragile paper page.
In the paginated notes, what forms the chaotic brushstrokes is not just pure ink and oil paint, but the scorch marks of the writer’s burning soul.
Ronan was convinced that when the "radiation source" penetrated, his grandfather was not just a simple receptor. The old man was clearly recording, controlling, and expressing something - of course, the current notebook is A collection of failed results, with no achievement in sight, only brokenness and pain.
But in another sense, this is also the result of minimal deformation and maximum retention after the "radiation source" penetrates the old man's physical and spiritual frame.
What is the source of radiation?
Where?
How to reach or link?
Those who can understand it or partially understand it, probably this is what they are studying and considering now.
hehe.
In the past, no one paid much attention to "format theory". When "prototype format" was at its peak, probably few people cared about this kind of thing. These notebooks with failed records and incorrect seals were buried deep in the laboratory and never saw the light of day. .
Today, things are completely different - in large part apparently because of Ronan.
Those guys are trying their best to dig out the source of Ronan's power, especially the location of the "new plane". Perhaps, they tied all Ronan's achievements so far to the unknown resources with the "new plane" as the core.
Not to mention, Ronan thought so too.
The only difference is: those guys were thinking about "new planes", while Ronan was thinking about "Sunless Hell".
There was no way, that was his first reaction.
Ronan had long known what the target of his grandfather and parents' concentrated observation and research was: it was the Mist Maze, and it was the mysterious existence of the "solar hell" deep in the Mist Maze that could not be effectively explained so far.
Mother's "North Shore Gear" opens a portal to the cloud world - a product of the "collision" between the "maze maze" and the earth's local time and space.
Dad's "Tree Hole" was formed one after another to observe the fog maze and ultimately point to the "Sun Circle Prison".
As for grandpa...
Although his specific research scope seems to be the transformation of the human body's physical and mental framework, there is no doubt that he must be the leader of this series of research directions.
If you think about it in this direction, it's probably fine.
Ronan can also make a simple analysis:
The mist maze, those broken space-time and domain fragments, without extraordinary power or special equipment for integrated analysis, cannot cause a large amount of information burden or even radiation;
"Sun Lun Jue Jie" is different. After all, Ronan had truly personally experienced the impact of the devastating information torrent...
Not just once.
Is this the truth?
Ronan didn't know.
In fact, this is not the key thing that is currently weighing on Ronan's heart, turning his head, and making him feel dazed. What occupied the most of his brain resources was something else.
Because of this paginated notebook, Ronan suddenly understood:
Grandpa’s so-called “schizophrenia” turned out to be for another reason! It is not a neurological disease in the traditional sense, but damage caused by external "radiation sources".
New discoveries always bring new ideas.
Ronan was thinking: Maybe I can... do something?
Once a thought sprouts, it cannot be suppressed.
Therefore, Ronan hurriedly changed his mind and headed straight for Xia City.
Ronan came here with considerable hope. The rich experience and rapid progress during this period gave him a considerable degree of confidence.
After all, he is already a world-recognized spiritual powerhouse, and he has established a profound structure in the spiritual field that ordinary people cannot imagine. He can spread global networks, control minds, and conduct retroactive predictions...
There is also the "mica" structure that was just built, and it also specializes in dissection and analysis.
But reality gave him a sap.
The reality is that you can’t see accurately and you can’t see through it!
It's not that the old man's current physical and spiritual frame has such a powerful shielding function that it can resist Ronan's detection sensor. The core issue is:
Complex, messy…and fragile.
The old man's physical and spiritual framework has reached the point of "collapse at the first touch".
Ren Ronan's consciousness was poured here, stirring the wind and clouds, describing the starry sky, creating ripples after ripples in the spiritual ocean and the abyss area... However, here, on the lawn of this sanatorium, facing that His fragile soul was about to be broken, but he could only stand still, helpless.
So Ronan knew that even if he gathered the top power on the earth, it would be difficult to start with the life starry sky structure he was best at or the mica structure he had just obtained.
You must have the awareness to destructively dismantle it!
That was a consequence Ronan simply couldn't bear.
But because of the meaningless action just now, he further spied the ominous shadow approaching behind the old man... the aura of death.
Ronan is no longer a child who has never seen the world. His rich experiences in the past period can kill 99% of normal humans in the world instantly.
It's not like he has never seen a life state worse than Luo Yuandao's, some of which were even created by him.
But, how can it be the same?
He could clearly discern in his heart that this was a selfish thought. His rationality was always at work, allowing him to suppress the irritability, depression, gloom and other negative emotions that suddenly broke out in his heart due to the ups and downs...
That's all.
Ronan "looked" at the skinny old man on the lawn, at the fragile physical and spiritual structure that could no longer be further explored or peeled off. Various thoughts were rising and falling in his mind, but it was difficult to capture valuable fragments for a while.
At this time, the only comfort he could offer was for the old man to "observe" with his eyes closed.
Ronan knew that the old man was not looking at the clouds or discovering some structure in the clouds. The clouds were at best an inducement, and even the existence and tendency of Ronan's consciousness was part of the inducement.
The old man's main conscious activities at this stage are still limited to his own logic circle, and the external world is just the background of his rotation on the stage of consciousness.
He is still within the circle he has drawn.
Only this time, the old man is no longer a complete and omnipotent god, but has returned to the most profound life in the past and continued to struggle.
His trembling and deformed fingertips are the brushstrokes poured into his heart. It is through this that he communicates with his children, students, and colleagues...
No hindrance.
Therefore, even if the sunshine in the sky is gradually disappearing and the clouds are thick and there is no rain, the smile on his face is still brighter and purer.
Ronan stared blankly at this scene, feeling in a daze.
