The ink huffed and flew into the air, and as a cameraman, it also took away the live view of the reef beach.
It flies close to the coastline. In the lens, half of it is jagged rocks and the other half is foaming waves.
The twisted lines completely blur the boundary between movement and stillness in the dynamic picture created by low-altitude and high-speed flight. The more I look at it, the more it seems that the world in front of me may be rolled back at any time by the roar of air currents and waves.
To be honest, this is definitely a first-class audio-visual enjoyment.
Especially in the immersive mode of virtual reality.
But at this time Zhong Man just wanted to say:
Another transition!
Those of you who play live broadcast, don’t do this all the time!
Matching Zhong Man's mood, ZM's online live broadcast room is in a very paradoxical atmosphere. The starting point of this atmosphere was probably Long Qi's decisive leap from the cliff.
The visual presentation is not enough to completely destroy everyone's common sense: It's not like Superman flies directly, isn't it still following the action of gravity?
Sliding down the rock wall even made my back and palms dirty. What I’ve seen in movies is much cooler than this... How big are you!
How can live streaming and movies be the same?
A guy who looked no different from us except that he was taller and more handsome was joking with us one second, and then he just jumped off...
He quickly stood firm and found his footing. He was able to move freely in such a dangerous environment and communicate with others casually as if nothing had happened.
But here, everyone's hearts are falling together, and they have fallen into the clouds of absurdity, and they still can't find the bottom...
Therefore, a considerable number of people in the live broadcast room still seriously do not believe their own eyes, trying to find the correct answer that conforms to their common sense.
But what's the use of that pale logical chain?
Of course, there are other people who have much stronger psychological endurance, or they have already done enough psychological work yesterday after Long Qi showed off his military-style inner armor and strangely stopped the Thai Super League boss's off-road vehicle. construction.
"Seventh brother is definitely not a mortal!"
"Special forces start with super soldiers as the foundation."
"Dark Blue Walker, I understand, don't think that I am from the countryside!"
"I want to say: Young man, it fits your personality very well..."
The emotions in the live broadcast room gradually subsided, and the speeches became more and more enthusiastic. Many people talked there and seemed not to be affected at all.
Zhong Man was somewhat impressed.
Anyway, she was a little irritated when she heard those concepts that she seemed to understand but didn't understand. It feels like the experience points and milestones I gained from exploring the world over the years are suddenly at risk of going backwards or even being wiped out.
However, watching the hilarious barrage in the live broadcast room, Zhong Man relaxed a lot.
In fact, that's right. Most people in the world are not fools. They were born in the era of aberrations and are exposed to the threats of highly destructive and highly pathogenic aberrations. In recent years, we have also seen the Deep Blue Walkers siege cities and territories in the wilderness. news and documentaries, as well as gossip about modified people and aberration-infected people that pop into view from time to time...
Of course, we also need to add substantial renderings of cultural and entertainment works.
Everyone is actually very tolerant of some "surreal" elements. Many times, we just respond to the call, cooperate with the mainstream, and live a boring life.
Once you really encounter someone, will you really cover your ears, close your eyes and shout "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it"?
No matter what, the world continues to move forward at its own pace.
The only difference is that Zhong Man felt that he could predict the situation before. Now she has given up on this idea, although it seriously deprived her of her sense of security...
She lay on the bed resigned to her fate, used immersion mode, and immersed herself in the scene that the live broadcast camera continued to render.
Ink is quickly approaching the building complex that looks like a shipyard on the coastline. Looking over there from the sky, it looks a little lackluster. Only a small part of the factory area has lights on, and most of the area is soaked in darkness.
However, when the ink was still tens of meters away from the factory, a bright beam of light was projected from the edge of the factory. It was a high-power searchlight commonly used in military bases.
The ink reacts extremely quickly, and it avoids rapid settlement.
The emotional barrage of "Oh oh oh, I've been discovered" is popping up again in the live broadcast room. In fact, there are too many connections that can be associated with the words and deeds of Long Qi and Ronan. Many people have already sketched in their minds that they broke into the room late at night. The thrilling scene of entering a military base.
But then, the searchlight automatically went out.
The ink changed direction slightly, staggering away from the coastline and flying northwest. On the extension of its flight path, a patch of lights was lighting up, reflecting the rather impressive main entrance area of the shipyard.
Looking down from Mo Mo's high-altitude perspective, one can see vehicles penetrating the darkness in the factory area and hurriedly arriving at the gate. Several people got out of the car, obviously waiting for someone.
These people were all wearing military uniforms, but they seemed to behave nervously and rarely communicated with each other. The one in the lead was still pacing back and forth, looking quite anxious.
Soon someone came over and said something in his ear. The first person subconsciously raised his head and met Mo Mo's eyes. The specific facial details could not be seen clearly, but at that moment, the figure's figure was obviously stiff.
"Alas!"
Someone in the live broadcast room spoke a long and subtle tone.
At this time, several people at the gate stepped forward together, and the height of the ink suddenly dropped. The wings spread out, slowed down, and landed smoothly on Raven's slender shoulders.
Yes, Ronan and the other three have arrived.
How long has it been since, under such "road conditions", the speed is comparable to that of a flying bird?
Was it edited, or is it true?
The viewers in the live broadcast room had no time to think too much.
They were more confused by the serious and open-door welcome behavior of the people at the shipyard.
Listen to the overly serious and respectful address of the person in charge after the military salute: "Mr. Luo, welcome to Dongbin Shipyard to inspect and guide the work."
What about sneaking in late at night?
What about the hot scenes?
Ronan said he was going to the shipyard, but in that situation, who would have thought it would be like this!
"Yesterday it was three-gate security, today it's close defense."
"Perhaps tomorrow we will see Mr. Vampire speak at the Star Council Global Council."
"Tsk tsk, privileged class."
"Is this the level that a little commoner like me should see?"
"Why didn't you say this yesterday?"
"Is it too late to poke your eyes out now?"
Covered by the complex and endless barrages in the live broadcast room, Ronan politely replied to the first sentence:
"I came in a hurry and caused trouble to you all..."
This sentence is normal, but the second sentence is a bit strange: "The ship that just sailed out does not look like a warship."
The scene entered a super embarrassing atmosphere that a three-year-old could detect.
He was still the person in charge of the shipyard, forcing a smile and a serious attitude: "That's right, Mr. Luo, that is a cargo ship that was repaired by the shipyard of the factory. It has left the port for Jicheng."
"Jicheng?"
Long Qi muttered beside him, wondering if he remembered what he said not long ago.
Ronan nodded and did not ask any more questions. He just said, "Shall we go to the scene?"
The person in charge nodded first, then hesitated and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Mr. Luo."
"Um?"
"You know, this is a military-controlled area and we don't have authorization for outside media."
The person in charge was delayed for two seconds, but still tried his best to keep his smile and voice stable when he said those words: "So the live broadcast..."
Although he didn't say everything, his meaning was clearly expressed.
Ronan also responded readily: "Of course, I know. The ink will be outside all the time, and we won't be filming. Anyway, it won't take too long."
The person in charge was relieved, and the military salute that followed was much brighter: "Then, Mr. Luo, please come with me."
Ronan turned his head and looked at Mo Mo.
As he said, the latter flapped its wings and flew up again. The camera swung back and passed the interior of the shipyard. It flew close to the edge of the factory area and flew towards the sea, taking in the late night sea view and the sea view. A freighter is moving away.
It happened to be that the half gibbous moon was rising in the east. It had just risen a few minutes from the junction of the sea and the sky. The sparkling waves on the sea reflected the distant freighter into a silhouette, which was quite picturesque.
There was a sigh of relief in the live broadcast room.
Someone seemed to have taken it too seriously, and immediately started shouting: "If you can't live stream it, don't live stream it!"
No one responded, but there were countless barrage messages saying "Well done, brave man ahead".
Most people are quite content with live broadcast content that goes as far as this level. It was a pity not to go into the shipyard, but it also got rid of the risk of "stuck oneself in the eyes", didn't it?
Moreover, while everyone is watching the scenery, they also have time for full discussion - of course, the live broadcast room is not suitable for in-depth discussions. Please go out and turn right. That is the function of forums and communication groups.
In the East Asian cultural circle, people who are "spectators" also have rich experience and historical accumulation in them. For example, everyone here is very suitable for playing a few rounds together haha:
"Military port, cargo ship, haha!"
"Close defense force, haha!"
"I feel like a fool, haha!"
"How many more tons can I take haha?"
"The bright moon shines on the sea, and we share the joy from the end of the world."
"Hey, it's foggy, haha!"
"It's not fog, it's clouds hahaha!"
The night scene, which had been refreshing just now, suddenly became a little blurry. The gibbous moon that had just emerged was submerged behind the clouds in the blink of an eye.
There was also wind on the sea, perhaps because the wind blew the clouds, pushing the thick clouds down and close to the sea surface. The surrounding visibility dropped sharply. Soon, the largest cargo ship on the sea was also submerged in the clouds.
“Is there rain in the forecast?”
"A storm is coming!"
The flying ink was not afraid, waving its dark wings that were not suitable for exerting force in strong winds, dancing up and down in the wind and waves. For a moment, outside the live broadcast camera, there was nothing but clouds and mist coming towards the face. Soon the camera lens was also stained with water droplets, making a group of netizens who almost got airsick and wondered whether the crow was fascinated by the strong wind, clouds and mist. The heading is going to fall into the sea in the next second.
For a moment, everyone in the live broadcast room shouted:
"Miss Ruiwen, come and take care of your cameraman."
"Wake up, kid! You are a crow, not a petrel!"
"A demonic wind has risen from the ground, and this trip will be very unfavorable. I mean, that cargo ship should return to port as soon as possible!"
In the midst of the chaos, the flying ink suddenly stopped and screamed twice, as if announcing a victory:
I don’t know when, it actually “landed” again, but what its thick claws clung to was not a tree, rock, or the edge of another building on land, but an antenna stained with moist water vapor...
Located on top of a cargo ship sailing on the sea.
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