The flashlight hit Ronan's face, reflecting a strange luster. Those who know the inside story understand that this is the trace of the water vapor fake body; those who don't know will not think about it at all. In fact, at present, the vast majority of people in the auction house, while taking pictures, are also focusing their attention on the "curtain wall" behind Ronan. They have entered the state and want to know the changing picture. , the ultimate secret and value contained in it.
Not only them, but also the extraordinary species, all of them unconsciously increased their concentration. Because according to Ronan's usual logic, some explanations must be made here. As long as they can receive more intelligence information, they will accept it even if it is said to be a lecture.
They even started to warm themselves up.
The dead witch asked about one thing: "The plateau area in the central and southern parts of the Old Continent... seems to coincide with a view from the past two days?"
"It's the wheel hypothesis." Abner is also very sensitive to similar information.
The dead witch asked: "Is there any reference value? I glanced twice and the researcher seems to be from the academic circle of Xiacheng."
"Wu Zunliang and Ding Zhiying are both world-class experts in distortion ecology. They did not directly study the space-time structure, but provided circumstantial evidence from the field of ecology. They are quite insightful and are highly regarded by the academic community." In Intelligence In terms of details, Romanus never disappoints.
However, within seconds, Ronan disappointed them.
"If you want to know the specific location of the laboratory, it's meaningless. In fact, you have also seen the reason. Just like this booth, it involves some skills in space-time architecture. I don't need to explain the details. Most of you know it anyway. Can't understand……"
A group of extraordinary species looked at each other.
I heard Ronan continue: "You just need to know that the research direction of this laboratory is space-time. If you must find a specific reference, 'Deep Blue World' is more suitable."
Ronan's shining pupils were reflected in the eyes of almost everyone present:
"Deep Blue World, you all should know about it, right?"
Many people's eyes are also flashing. Regardless of whether they have a basic understanding of "laboratory" before, they always know the term "Deep Blue World", not to mention the meaning and value it represents.
Ronan returned his hand and nodded: "Here, the founders of the laboratory are also looking for another Deep Blue World. At least I believe that there is a high probability that there will be a new dimension similar to the Deep Blue World. ', maybe it is a complete resource treasure land, maybe it is a broken wreckage, but there must be some, because there, you can see the traces of the contact and collision of two places in time and space..."
Looking at the continuous noisy scene in the auction house, Star Witch suddenly laughed "ha" and curled his lips again:
"You have ulterior motives!"
Of course, these extraordinary species from the Federation know the inside story, and they know even better that in terms of the "70 Format Laboratory" itself, although it is a study of time and space, it is still far away from such a big discovery as the "Deep Blue World". Quite a distance. Of course, if you add the information that Ronan himself knew, it would be another story.
The problem is that Ronan omitted a very key element and only used the simplest analogy to crudely stir up the emotions and greed of the bidders - the facts are clear, but the motivation is very subtle.
Is this to do what the enemy wants to do in advance, leaving the enemy with nothing to do?
No matter what others thought, Ronan smiled at the booth at this time: "It seems that everyone is familiar with the 'Dark Blue World'. I would like to ask, how many of you in the venue and around the world have experience in the Deep Blue World?" As for investment...ha, it seems that many people have it. How much is the annual income now?"
Faced with Ronan's awkward chat, the participants in the audience really didn't know how to respond. In addition, Ronan now also gives them a serious sense of instability, and the pressure continues to rise.
Some people have begun to calm down from the temptation of the "new dimension" and feel that ensuring their own personal safety is the most reasonable choice. At the same time, changes in the venue will inevitably attract the attention of the outside world. Security personnel continue to come in, and the order of the venue becomes increasingly chaotic.
From this point of view, Ronan is really not a good field controller.
Ronan didn't seem to care. He didn't get a response, so he simply called his name. He stretched out his hand and pointed to an "old acquaintance": "Mr. 'Hug me left and right,' how much can you get from there every year?" Where’s the profit?”
For a moment, people's eyes were focused there.
Unfortunately, the "hug you left and right" man was taking advantage of the chaotic scene to abandon his two female companions and prepare to leave quietly, but he was suddenly nailed there.
After all, the one who was sophisticated in the world just closed his eyes and forced a smile on his face, "I'm in a hurry, no, actually, Boss Luo, Deep Blue's financial reports always say the same thing: We are about to enter the investment return period."
Now someone finally laughed with him, and it spread over a small area. The atmosphere in the venue became much livelier for a while.
Ronan also laughed: "That looks like a lot of hard work. But it makes me even more surprised. Why in the Deep Blue World, everyone can develop it in an orderly manner regardless of whether there is profit or not... When I get here, I haven't seen anything yet. Ying'er, are there people just messing around?"
The air in the venue suddenly turned cold.
Ronan didn't laugh either: "Everyone, if what is before you now is the coordinates of the Deep Blue World, and the resources and profits there, would you have the courage and be so active? Without Li Wei's help, would you? Before permission?
"Oh, many of you don't know about him, and many of you are just here to support him. Forgive me for firing the map gun, but who said that we are now a capital society?
"How many of you have not participated in the Quantum Company, LCRF, Deep Blue and Apocalypse projects? The above has really caused me a lot of trouble recently. Speaking of which, it is also the aggregation and circulation of capital under your names that has formed the driving force Power."
"Strong words. But this look is the type I appreciate." The blood demon laughed loudly in the box and applauded, "For these guys, no matter how much you go around, hitting them directly will have the best effect!"
Zhang Yingying, who usually likes such lively scenes the most, can't help but laugh. She glanced at the blood demon and secretly complained: You are probably happy because he feels happy when he pushes the wall.
Ronan is indeed very happy like this, but how to solve the subsequent negative effects?
Don't look at the billionaires in the venue who are confused and uneasy in front of Ronan. As long as they go up tonight, I don't know how many people will feel resentment and hatred. It's not even a matter of paying for murder or killing. Not to mention those people watching the live broadcast from all over the world. In a sense, those who did not come to participate are the real big shots.
Maybe the revenge over there will arrive first before the auction is over!
Zhang Yingying felt uneasy and looked at His Majesty Emperor Wu.
At this time, Emperor Wu no longer read the Buddhist scriptures, but he also did not look at the situation on the big screen. Instead, he was a little distracted, and his eyes were pointed at the side bulkhead, as if he wanted to see through these obstacles and see something.
These were just Zhang Yingying's guesses, and then, Ronan's words and actions made her scream.
"Frankly speaking, I admire the driving force of capital. The simple word 'profit' can leverage people who are far more powerful and troublesome than you..."
Ronan didn't look back, he just pointed his thumb backwards at the curtain wall.
Wherever you point, a figure takes shape.
The first one is someone whom Zhang Yingying is very familiar with: the Horned Demon.
Zhang Yingying knew about Ronan's writing skills, but she didn't know why Ronan made the image of the horned devil so specific: it seemed like it was just behind a herd of wild donkeys, and it just emerged now, and even in a simple sketch, you can see the clothes It was tattered and barely covered, like a beggar squatting in a daze by the lake.
Without giving her a chance to sort out her thoughts, she heard Ronan say again: "This is the guy who makes decisions for me. Without him, I would most likely not have interacted with you. Well, again, he doesn't have my authorization. At least not before.”
Before anyone could figure out what he meant, two more figures appeared one after another. They are all at the very edge of the curtain wall, one on each side. They feel a little alienated from the main part of the picture, a bit out of touch.
But after seeing the appearance clearly, I don't know how many people's faces changed color, especially those with abilities from the other world who were watching here, including the extraordinary species.
Of course they knew these two:
Gong Qi and Jin Tong!
The reasons that make them eclipse are, firstly, the timing of the appearance of the human figure image, but more importantly, the situation presented is extremely strange: it is different from the previous setting of the horned demon close to the plateau environment, and it is completely different from what everyone is used to.
In the impression of people in the real world, Gong Qi is usually old-fashioned and gloomy, rarely active, but what is shown in the picture is that he has swollen hair and beard, with a ferocious face, flying forward and attacking;
As for Jin Tong, he still had a golden band on his forehead and a fierce look, but he punched straight forward with murderous intent, and he laughed loudly, as if he was killing a powerful enemy, and he looked like he was crazy.
This is by no means an ordinary situation, nor is it deliberately vilified. Anyone who understands can tell at a glance that this is a sign of decline after some kind of ultimate peak.
If you combine it with reality and consider it more carefully, it can be said that it is the last moment before death - but it is lifelike and spiritual, as if you will jump out of the "curtain wall" at the next moment and die again for them to see. !
Outside the venue, there was silence in a room where a certain extraordinary species gathered together, and the breath they exhaled seemed to be wrapped in a cold current. No one expressed an opinion, even the aloof Death Witch remained silent.
I don’t know since when, people’s attention has been focused on Abner’s face.
The latter covered the lower half of his face with one hand, revealing only his frown, as if he was thinking seriously. Sustainable, calm breathing, gradually relaxing shoulder and neck muscles...all the details are enough to explain a lot.
With Abner's ability, there is no problem if he wants to cover it up, but his status and habits over the years have made this kind of detail control meaningless.
Star Witch and Constance looked at each other, but neither responded.
In the end, it was still the dead witch, who sneered vaguely at the spiritual level.
In the auction house, people's reactions were somewhat delayed. Among the participants, some can recognize all three of these ability users, some know one or two of them, and some do not know them at all. However, humans are advanced animals that can communicate, and they can always fill in some truths through the flow of information.
The noisy sound waves at the scene and the densely intertwined electromagnetic signals are the carriers and representations of information dissemination.
In contrast, Machiko Kawahara, who was standing on one side of the booth, became an information island due to her embarrassing situation. Communication was definitely hopeless, but this kind of loneliness can also stimulate thoughts.
She was in a daze and wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but she felt that she might miss an opportunity to save herself.
Finally, she looked at Ronan, at the young strong man who had twisted her own destiny, and suddenly she had a feeling: Although Ronan was facing the venue at this time, there was no one in his eyes. Even if he started to "interact", it would only be as planned. A good script follows the steps step by step.
This is not arrogance, nor is it rigidity, it is just that the situation has developed to this point, and it has become a matter of course, and there is no room or possibility for change.
At this time, Ronan made a big move. He was still facing the venue, with his arms stretched out and his thumbs turned back, and he tapped twice on the crazy portraits on both sides of the "curtain wall". He looked frivolous and casual, but it was also consistent with his age:
"Actually, listing these two people is a bit conflicting and has nothing to do with the theme. But a friend has been encouraging me, saying that I should not always borrow flowers to offer to Buddhas, but should take the initiative to bring out some similar auction items to join in the fun... So let’s just deal with it like this, of course I know that most of you are too lazy to bid now, so it’s okay, we’ll talk about this later.”
Regardless of whether others understood the deeper meaning of his words, Ronan returned to the topic: "I just mentioned the location of the laboratory and the objects of research. As for the follow-up, frankly I don't know much. If anyone knows, why? I would be very grateful if I provide the corresponding information.
"As for me specifically naming this person now, yes, it's this guy called the Horned Demon. It's because he dug out the laboratory that had been in the dust for more than ten years and made a mess. Well, so I also messed with him. It's going to be a mess...
"This is not the point. The point is that we can now try to get a relatively real understanding of the laboratory through him. To be honest, this is my first time to try this trick. Although I have prepared for several hours in advance, the success rate is, It’s still hard to tell, but it’s normal to have some risks. Some of you want to leave...it’s a bit late!”
As soon as he finished speaking, regardless of the changes in the faces of the nominal bidders in the venue, the creaking, shaking and friction sounds of the booth under Ronan's feet obviously intensified. At the same time, the "curtain wall" was also undulating, and the powdery lines that made up the picture seemed to be shaken off.
In the image of the curtain wall, Gong Qi and Jin Tong on both sides are just that. The horned devil in the middle can be said to be greatly distorted; and the plateau lakeside environment that exists as its background is also distorted, but at the same time it is distorted, it is like magic. Gradually add other colors.
The color of the curtain becomes lighter, and the line drawings gradually become deeper and more natural and transparent. It seems that you can also hear the whistling of the wind and the sound of gurgling water.
Not as it seems! There was really wind, blowing in my face from the direction of the curtain wall; there was really water, flowing out from the gaps in the cracked booth.
The venue was in chaos.
Ever since Ronan said "it's too late", order has almost collapsed. Not to mention how these rich people, experts and security personnel struggled, there was no doubt that the cool breeze carrying the smell of wasteland grass and the water that suddenly covered the ankles had come into contact with each of them.
There were constant exclamations in the audience, and some people even yelled at Ronan, telling him not to take the joke too far.
In fact, so far, some people at the conference still feel that this is probably just a "load-free virtual environment" brought about by sophisticated technology.
But no matter what they think, this experience composed of real or false feelings is: people are like sitting on an unreliable, leaky boat, sailing towards the shore of the lake that is depicted, displayed and distorted on the curtain wall .
Directly in front of them, the horned demon stared blankly at the "ship" approaching. Suddenly he laughed inexplicably, and the cracked corners of his mouth split back all the way to the invisible area behind his ears.
His cheeks were torn open, his head was torn open, and simultaneously, his entire body was torn apart!
The screams grew louder, but the scene in front of them did not change according to people's will. The horned demon's body was torn apart, but between each torn piece of flesh, bone, and internal organs, there was a fine electric fire dancing...
Yes, just like what Ronan showed when he was "writing", it was the electric fire that was so densely intertwined in the hollow areas of the broken limbs that it formed a vague "door curtain" shape.
In this way, a strange portal was formed on the shore with flesh and blood as the support and magnetic light and electric fire as the curtain. People tended to this "portal", almost smelling the fishy wind of tearing flesh and blood, and even more so with the densely woven electricity. The fire is getting closer.
Later, even the jets and waves of those electric fires would penetrate into their hearts and lungs, pulling out the same ingredients and then integrating them.
So, are their bodies the same?
About to become like the Horned Demon?
Fear quickly filled the hearts of more than a hundred people at the scene, and gripped them hard, making them unable to breathe, and their limbs became numb. As for whether it was the effect of suffocation or the result of the "cutting" of the electric light...who knows?
Some security personnel instinctively drew their guns, but they did not have the courage to aim their guns, and even the corresponding thoughts were lost.
Whether they are rich people, experts, or security personnel, their identities and values are blurred at this moment. They are just helpless passengers on a broken ship that is about to sink. It is clear that the ship is approaching the shore, but what they are facing is even more unknown, The great inexplicable terror.
As the "hull" moves forward, the "door curtain" intertwined with electricity and fire on the strange portal ahead gradually splits from the middle to both sides. Between opening and closing, it is harder to see the original shape of the horned devil, but in the hollow of its body, there is a dark background that is completely different from the wasteland lakeside scene, gradually revealed.
Ronan snapped his fingers, and the almost non-existent "curtain wall" shook violently again. This time the powder on it really fell down, and the large image in the central area shattered, and then turned into a large number of dust particles, turning into The sandstorm roaring in the dark background swept over.
