After hastily ending the communication with his mother, He Yuanzhi also ran quickly towards the direction where Zhai Weiwu called him.
How complex can a nursing home layout be?
Relatively private call locations are at the end of corridors, stairwells, and elevators. Because of this, as soon as Haru Kawahara ran out from the corner of the stairs, he bumped into a person, who was also on the phone:
"Yes, it's over there, just send me the coordinates..."
Hearing this voice, He Yuanji was a little confused: Isn't this the protagonist of the conversation he had with his mother just now, Mr. Ronan?
Obviously, Mr. Ronan must also have taken a fancy to this private place for phone calls. Maybe he made the call outside because he wanted to go in first and not take his place.
Heyuan Zhiya didn't want to run or stay for a while. When he was in a daze, Ronan reached out and rubbed his head and motioned him to go play with Zhai Weiwu. Ah, it should be to do homework.
He Yuanji also seemed to be hypnotized, and walked over there in a daze. He vaguely heard Ronan saying: "It's not convenient to ask now. They tried their best to make me forget about it, so I won't take it out again." I’m dead...I’ll just go and worship by myself next week.”
Even if Kawahara Haruya's maturity is much higher than that of his peers, it is difficult to judge what Ronan is talking about without enough information.
At this time, almost all the people in the corridor on this floor of the nursing home were related to Mr. Ronan. Haruya Kawahara had only walked a few steps when he was touched on the head by the fat Mr. Mo Peng, who also said that he wanted to use his fairy spirit or something.
Sure enough, the customs in Bancheng were very different from those in Xiacheng, and he had to adapt to them one by one.
"Don't bully people." Mr. Ronan's call was brief, and he came right behind him.
He Yuanji also hurriedly turned around and bowed seriously, which was considered an apology for his previous behavior that he didn't know whether it was exposed or not.
Mo Peng ignored him at all, but solemnly clenched his fist, the same hand that touched Heyuan Zhiya's head just now, shook it hard twice, and tapped it in the air. It should be following some kind of Invisible picture logic.
A second later, Mo Peng waved his arms vigorously and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Double kill!"
While yelling, he reached out to touch Kawahara Haruya's forehead again, but Ronan slapped his hand down: "What are you doing?"
"Those who have seen it have a share, and those who have seen it have a share." Mo Peng smiled from ear to ear, "The quota to experience the Ten Days in the Wilderness expansion pack is thanks to this little brother. It's a double share. Don't miss it if you go the wrong way. This experience card Sent to you!"
"Well, shouldn't it be given to Zhiya?"
Mo Peng blurted out: "What kind of games do children play! Ah, I mean, Ten Days in the Wilderness is a special tutorial level. Children under the age of thirteen are not allowed to play."
"..."
At this time, Kawahara Haru also decided to play the role that a childish peer should have. Wouldn't it be wrong to see Mr. Ronan just pretending that he couldn't tell the difference between his cousin's poor acting skills?
But then again, this should be a birthday present, right?
Half a second later, Ronan responded with the same substandard acting skills and lines: "Sure, I accept brother's sincerity and Zhiya's blessing."
He Yuanji also showed an innocent smile at the right time, and Mo Peng also smiled happily. He was really happy: "I sent it to you. Remember this childish love when you go back and take me flying!"
Ronan, who had left a brilliant record in the Frost River Realm, was very enthusiastic about this: "No problem, let's start from the hero's seat."
"I remember it!"
After receiving the acting award that was comparable to the Golden Broomstick, Ronan patted Mo Peng on the arm and walked to the room where his grandfather was.
Later, Mo Peng was already trying to make up for his mistake: "Zhiye, there's nothing good about that adult-oriented game. Brother, I'm here..."
He Yuanzhi also corrected him seriously: "You are my elder, Mr. Mo Peng."
"Hey, Haruya, you've been lazy for too long!"
Just as Zhai Weiwu gave He Yuan Zhiya's "senior brother-like" command, Ronan checked the fresh electronic experience card and pretended not to see it. The expiration date for the experience card was yesterday.
He smiled again, turned his palm inside the long sleeve of his T-shirt, and when he took it out again, there was already an old notebook. He came outside Grandpa's room, but did not immediately open the door and go in. He only looked at the situation inside the room through the middle glass window.
Inside the house, Auntie and Moya were chatting with Auntie Hong, Grandpa's special guardian, to understand the situation.
Ruiwen stood quietly on one side... Well, she was with Zhai Weiwu just now. When did she come in?
Uncle Mo Haihang, on the other hand, was lying on the escort chair on the other side, already asleep with his eyes squinted.
As for the grandfather who passed away early today, he was "chatting" with the master of the monastery on the balcony outside. Under his feet was the newly built Brick Kingdom. Of course, it did not delay his warmth in the afternoon. Dozing off in the sunshine.
Looking at this scene, Ronan looked down at the old notes in his hand, shook his head, put the thing under his ribs, and then turned around and left.
He walked through the corridor and went to the attached outdoor platform on this floor. The platform was also on the sunny side. From this position, his eyesight was better, and he could still see his grandfather's calf almost buried in the bricks on the balcony of the ward.
"I have to say that this is a security risk. I once considered changing the old gentleman's room, but considering the adaptability issue, I didn't bother anymore." Someone came from behind and said something.
Ronan turned around and greeted with a smile: "Brother Squidward."
The visitor was Zhang Yuliang who worked in the sanatorium. Well, it would be more comfortable to call him Octopus. This neuropharmaceutical expert, wearing white clothes, put his hands in his pockets, walked over slowly, stood side by side with Ronan, and followed Ronan's gaze to look over there.
"Didn't you go in just now?"
"More than that, I just hid my foot in the crowd at the beginning. It's my birthday, just don't cause any trouble."
The octopus opened its mouth and finally swallowed the sentence "You are also the birthday boy today". Since Ms. Luo Shuqing and others tried their best to use this special day to hold family activities, and even deliberately hid it from Ronan, the person involved, to avoid bad associations, why should he reveal it?
Well, Ronan didn't need him to be smart either.
"The old man still gets excited when he sees you?"
"Basically."
"Is it because he sees what a terrible guy you are?" Of course Octopus was joking.
Unexpectedly, Ronan nodded: "That should be the case."
"Aha?"
Ronan did not answer immediately, but only asked: "Grandpa is still in the same state these days?"
"Well, good and bad come and go, and I look up at the sky all the time, especially on cloudy days. Fortunately, the sun is shining brightly in Xia City these days..."
Ronan glanced at the sky and agreed, "Yes, it's not bad."
Octopus always felt that these words lacked sincerity, so he hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Nanzi, I have a private consultation."
"So polite..."
Octopus lowered his voice: "You're welcome, the situation is so sensitive now, we are from the 'distortion management group'."
"ha?"
"Isn't it? At the summit meeting, you advocated distinguishing distortion from the X-factor that causes extraordinary power. This is how you took a stand!"
Octopus has taken his hands out of his pocket and spread them out like a scale: "Should we deal with the distortion first or explore the plane first? There will be a lot of noise on the Internet during this period. But don't worry, we in the medical field will definitely stand with you. Over here!”
"...Thank you!" Ronan rolled his eyes and understood what the octopus wanted to ask, "You want to talk about the 'radiation source' issue."
"To be precise, it is the current objective environment that affects everyone's practice. Is there really such a similar external factor?" Octopus looked curious.
"The 'trend line' of Lord Secret Covenant is a false proposition in my opinion. However, the trend of environmental changes is undeniable." Ronan paused and changed the subject, "Yesterday I went to see Mr. You, and he My body and bones are getting worse, and my grandfather is actually the same. I'm thinking that they actually have something in common."
The octopus blinks.
"You Lao is a psychic, not to mention the ability of telepathy. And I think grandpa's perception is also very keen, or in other words, he is specialized at a special level and can receive information beyond the dimensions of ordinary people's perception... …That’s what I’m thinking about right now.”
Ronan's thinking was expanded from the special induction device of magneto-optical mica - now he is washed back and forth by a huge flow of information that exceeds his ability to understand every day, and he knows the pain of it.
In terms of pure verbal logic, Ronan's words are not difficult to understand, and Octopus made more connections from this: "So, the old man's physical condition, including You Lao's current condition, is indeed related to that 'radiation source'?"
"This factor cannot be ruled out. Of course, subsequent reasons include poor analysis and overloading and downtime."
Ronan Xin flipped through the old notes at hand, looking at the content that was destroyed and filled in by chaotic lines. This is a special item that stirred up the storm not long ago. Many people believe that it has amazing secrets and corresponding value.
Ronan didn't want to correct anything because he didn't fully decipher the message. But he was convinced that he was more qualified to judge than anyone else on the planet.
Grandpa definitely does not have extraordinary strength. After developing mental symptoms, his body and bones are much weaker than normal people. Such a fragile body is likely to carry an extremely dense and extremely deadly amount of terrifying information - Ronan, who has rich overload experience, can fully imagine the consequences.
Today's Luo Yuandao, including Luo Yuandao back then, definitely does not have the altar spider web used by Ronan to filter information. What's more, the pressure of quantity is not the ultimate problem. The most important thing is the level and structure.
He could detect this trace from the records in his notebook:
It is like a storage device with limited space. A large number of highly compressed files are copied into it. It is already full and needs to be decompressed.
Machines can crash and restart, but how can humans do the same?
