Ronan caught a glimpse of this line of text from the corner of his eye, but his hand was relatively steady. He didn't stop writing until the sketch was completed. He was very curious about what his father's message would look like this time.
Well, Mr. Luo Zhongheng is just thinking about how to leave a message under what circumstances, which must consume a lot of brain cells.
Ronan laughed subconsciously, but at this moment, the sketch he had just completed in the work area shrank at a rapid speed.
There was another deformation in the process. In the blink of an eye, it lost its dominant position on the virtual canvas and turned into a slightly lively ink outline in the middle of the blank area. He still vaguely looks like Ronan, but he turns from stillness to life.
It's just that the originally realistic style of painting has transformed into a Q-version image with an imbalanced head-to-body ratio. It's as if it's looking up, and the direction it's looking at is the handwriting floating in the corner of the canvas.
What the hell kind of animation is this?
Ronan looked in a daze.
It was also at this moment that the string of handwriting actually became lumpy, smooth and deformed, reorganizing into a cluster of lines. It’s just that these strokes alone are not enough. There is another paragraph of text that follows:
"Being able to see this interface proves that you have absorbed the knowledge left by your grandfather and mastered the talents your mother left you. Of course, you must have worked very hard.
"Thank you for your efforts in allowing us to 'meet' in this way... It's me, Luo Zhongheng, your incompetent father."
The words continued to appear, and were constantly dismantled and kneaded into the earlier line structure. When the word "father" finally merged, another Q version of the image appeared in the corner of the virtual canvas.
Although the proportions are out of proportion, Shen Yun looks like a handsome guy, but he is unshaven and wears a decadent style. That outline...well, it does have a bit of Luo Zhongheng's shadow.
Is this a self-portrait of Mr. Luo Zhongheng?
Ronan opened his mouth, not knowing how to face such a strange scene. Frankly speaking, even if the first two comments are at the bottom, I am still a little confused at this moment.
He could almost imagine how absurd and fragmented his emotions would feel when he suddenly saw this situation when he was the ignorant and resentful person at the beginning.
Especially when he looked at his own Q-version image, which was "cooperating" and looking dumbfounded, he couldn't help but think:
Might as well draw a pig in!
Well, maybe it will be worse?
At this time, the layout on the virtual canvas is still changing.
Q Nan (Q version of Ronan) moved further and further away from the center, moving to the left; while Q Heng (Q card Luo Zhongheng) slid all the way down to a level with him among the characters flowing down like a waterfall on the other side. .
The contents of the waterfall character are:
"I think that even if you are not exposed to this interface, you will continue to make progress until you hit the wall of talent in human evolution. Maybe by this time, you have been wandering on the wall for a long time and cannot make any progress. But it is not your fault …”
At this time, after the characters are still visible, they enter a smooth flow state. It's just that this time we no longer enrich the details of Q Heng, but the strokes are long and hanging, extending up and down, sometimes with lumps, like cracked tree bark, densely distributed in between.
They had indeed turned into a tree shadow with swaying branches, standing behind Q Heng. Although there was alienation, Ronan quickly recognized it:
That was the image of the dead tree where he was currently.
In the canvas scene at this time, Q Heng is sitting under the tree, facing Luo Nan. The large blank space in the middle begins to show new line outlines, which are similar to simple drawings and are relatively crude, but they are consistent with the subtitles below. The style of text is also very consistent.
It was a map of the earth, the solar system, and the ever-expanding stars outlined in just a few strokes.
"...It's not the fault of any of us, it's just that the torrent of cosmic civilization swept us in early, and we were caught off guard. But compared to the seemingly insurmountable time and space, this wall may be more troublesome."
The picture continues to flow, and a simple high wall appears, occupying almost the entire canvas, while the previous star map is transformed into mottled marks on the wall.
From Ronan's point of view, Q Nan and Q Heng were far apart, but they maintained the same synchronized posture. They looked up at the high wall and seemed to be thinking about what was behind the high wall.
“The realistic and pessimistic judgment is that breaking down this wall will not be a matter of one generation or two, but we can continue to work hard from generation to generation.
"During this period, the shackles of the body are not easy to be lifted, and the power of the soul is too easy to lose control. We can only use thinking to recognize and use knowledge to regulate... and never forget that breaking this wall is not our original purpose. What I expected was actually much simpler than this.
"I'm not going to tell you too much for now. There are some things that need to be considered and accepted after the mood settles. Maybe you will resent me for this, but please believe that I will tell you all the secrets sooner or later... with credits Ways to reward.
As the subtitles switched line by line, more pictures and texts began to appear on the high wall. Most of them are still in the form of simple drawings, but there is a certain amount of text mixed in.
Some of them, Ronan confirmed, belong to the lingua franca of the Tianyuan Empire.
"What you see now is a very special knowledge system. The object it expresses is quite different from the world we are used to, but it is one of the best tools I can see to break the wall of human talent. One... is also the only tool I can provide you now.
"The special environment that generated this body of knowledge is difficult for us to understand with imagination alone. Forgive me, in most cases, only cold texts can be provided.
"I am also working hard to create some immersive interactive scenes, but due to limited conditions and technology, most of the scenes can only be displayed in my mind. Even the little I have made may be rejected by you because it is too simple. Laugh at it.
"That's okay. I just hope you can make good use of this set of tools, not just for obsession and resentment, but to get some fun from it...even if it's just a little bit."
The information on the high wall was still being refreshed, but what Ronan noticed at this time was Q Heng under the dead tree on the right. He showed a turning movement, as if he was looking at Q Nan on the other side, and he seemed to be looking directly at him. Outside the workspace, the one that actually ingests information.
"Believe me, as you study to a certain stage, you will know everything you want to know. What you have to do now is to get rid of anxiety and anger, calm down...study hard and make progress every day."
The previous pictures and texts were erased on the high wall, and the eight-character mantra "Study hard and make progress every day" was painted all over.
Ronan rolled his eyes. But soon, the high wall of simplicity collapsed, and everything was lost. After a few seconds, a new image appeared:
It is a slender "thread" that is constantly bending and recovering.
"By the way, you can take apart the soft screen and see this thing inside. This is a special gift with an extraordinary origin. I got it during an adventure and have certain authorization.
"As your tenth birthday gift, I will transfer it to you and let it be bound to your DNA. The bloodline combined with your mother's will also become a pass to the ultimate secret... although the permissions are still somewhat limited. primary."
Ronan's eyes twitch: external neurons.
On the virtual canvas, the "thin lines" symbolizing external neurons are swung and stretched like ramen noodles, and then thrown "down".
It was like a trap, with one end encircling Q Heng and the other end connected to Q Nan.
"I hope, I hope, in the future you will be able to open all the permission locks through the accumulation of knowledge and find the ultimate answer.
"The premise is not to be swept away by the torrent outside the territory."
The turmoil caused by the Deep Blue World seems to be calming down. People who had previously put on various postures to cater to the "Chaotic New World" can only talk to each other, and then forget all that happened before...
At least that's how it looks on the surface.
On the hot search lists of major social media, even news that breaks out of the deep blue world is not easy to quickly climb to the top of the list.
People are even starting to get a little bored.
Correspondingly, entries such as "The Big Lie of the Century" have risen and fallen on various rankings.
"This is just a strategy. First, overeating, feeding everyone until they are anorexic, and then gradually eliminating it to increase the public's psychological tolerance threshold. In fact, the popularity of the topic in this field has not diminished, it has just become an undercurrent. .
"So, you must pay attention. Because of Uncle Deep Sea's incident, we are tightly bound to the concept of 'Deep Blue World', and it is difficult to avoid it. I emphasize again that this is really not a good thing. At this time, we are relatively detached. The position is very important.
"As a demi-plane manager, you must exercise restraint in your attitude. We cannot express anything on behalf of Miss Riven... In fact, we just can't!
"At this time, you must firmly suppress your desire for expression. Except for those who directly attack Riven personally, other discussions should be ignored. The Demon-Eye Girl demiplane discusses everything that has nothing to do with the Demon-Eye Girl. Things... This kind of classic nonsensical setting is not impossible.
"Besides, Miss Riwen has never needed us to help her create a character. She is just that kind of person when she is there. She is already a legend in her own right!"
Speaking of excitement, Zhong Man forgot that he was in a SPA and slapped the mattress of the massage table so hard that the technician behind him had to stop temporarily.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I mean, just calm down and recover. When you can get off the ground, let's make a date to have dinner and do yoga or something together."
Finally, Zhong Man ended the hour-long phone call, his head fell down, and he was exhausted. The voice of my friend Du Qiong came from one side:
"You look more and more like a teacher now."
"Thank you, you have the courage of a female publicist now."
After the course, which lasted most of the afternoon, Zhong Man originally wanted to go to a spa and relax. As a result, he was first approached by the female publicist next to him, and then received a call for help from Cumin Mian'er.
The rare time to relax was basically wasted.
