"This night has been too long..."
Zhao Xi yawned long and wished he could find another can of cold beer and put it on his forehead.
Just now in the venue, in line with the principle of not wasting, he drank almost all the beer he asked for; later in the noise, he listened to the security chief describing the situation. I didn't notice it when I was concentrating. Now when I went outside the auditorium, the breeze blew, and I felt a little dizzy and my brain was groggy. I just wanted to fall down on the spot and sleep.
It's really an overdose.
But this feeling of intoxication was also a rare experience after undergoing movement modification, and he didn't want to "dispose" it for a while.
"A little more than midnight at most." Fries was full of energy and had the leisure to correct Zhao Xi's inaccurate description.
Zhao Xi sighed: "That's why I said it's long! I would have slept in the guest room until dawn... Ouch!"
Fries turned around and asked Liu Fengming on the other side: "Do you feel okay giving up your divine power to investigate the case all night?"
"This is not a case." Liu Fengming was looking at the mask in his hand at this time. Hearing this, he raised his face, his rough face was solemn, "????????????????" It exposes the immature side of the Hudun Order, but this order also has another very terrifying side. It is even precisely because of its immaturity..."
"Enough is enough!" The drunk Zhao Xi shouted, regardless of Liu Fengming's military rank being above him, "You can't be too purposeful, and you can't just do whatever you want just because the big boss has a good temper."
Zhao Xi started to fight for someone, maybe because he was looking for beer to find a relationship?
Liu Fengming did not deny it. He said after a moment: "I hope I can stay in Lake City longer."
The three of them were talking and chatting like this, standing in the square in front of the auditorium, except for the clothes that were a little eye-catching. There is no essential difference from other people who walk together in twos and threes, make friends, laugh and curse.
Almost two hours had passed since that little "illegal transaction" incident. It was already after midnight, and the complete Nuo game had just ended.
Needless to say, the wild and absurd carnival scenes in it, and the core of power increase, circulation and dominance hidden behind the carnival have also transformed it from an adult-level game into a very tempting large-scale promotion.
Outsiders like Frith don't know what the conversion rate is, but looking at the cheerful and energetic explorers and mercenaries in the square, it seems that the effect is good?
Frith has arranged for the people in the Deep Blue Cluster to go back first, leaving only Zhao Xi and Liu Fengming, who need to report to Ronan.
"No one is there?" Zhao Xi stood on tiptoes, holding the awning with his hands, looking around. The "people" he mentioned were of course specific.
"How could anyone be so free like you?" Frith asked for the location, hung up the phone, and headed down first.
Zhao Xi was surprised: "You directly asked him where he is?"
"How is that possible! Of course I'm asking Lao Meng. He's still waiting for the tiger to come over so he can ask for instructions and report. Let's get there first and go back to bed after we're done... How about you sober up first?"
"It's okay, I'm awake."
Fries chuckled and took Zhao Xi and Liu Fengming towards the North District. Not long after, I found the real owner at the pier by the river.
What the three people saw was similar but different from what Meng Tu saw a few hours ago.
On the pier, drizzle was still falling, and Ronan was still facing the river, sitting cross-legged in the air, with his head and face lowered.
But when people get closer, they feel that the rain is unusually hot, and part of the rain sublimates into a thin layer of smoke, half covering the lights, and smearing the river surface. Ronan's figure seemed likely to disappear into this blurry mist at any time.
Seeing this scene, Fries couldn't help but feel a little hesitant - it seemed that he was not easy to disturb.
However, Zhao Xi, who claimed to be "sober", didn't expect this at all. He walked over without stopping and sighed to himself: "After relaxing, I came back to practice. Big people are so diligent... Damn, it's dazzling." Already?"
Zhao Xi subconsciously stopped and blinked hard.
He just seemed to see several figures, as fast as flying souls, criss-crossing in the rain and fog. They seemed to be fighting each other, and they seemed to be joining forces to form an encirclement and suppression of Ronan.
Ronan's figure seemed to be transformed in the mist, and now it was even more distorted. Together with the "human figures" who were attacking each other, they were suddenly big and sometimes small, sometimes far and sometimes close, and it was as absurd as a dream.
There was also a rolling heat wave, rushing in all directions, and there was a peak that hit Zhao Xi's face, as if there were real flames, and his eyebrows were almost scorched.
There might also be some effect of the human magnetic field. Zhao Xi could clearly see that there were tiny electric fires dancing in the night, twisting and intermittent, and almost connecting to him.
At this time, I looked to the side and realized that Frith and Liu Fengming had stopped a long time ago. At this time, they were almost five meters apart.
Zhao Xi was a little dizzy, but not stupid. He didn't even bother to accuse the two of them of disregarding their friendship. He hurriedly retreated, keeping a distance from the relevant area with a certain kind of natural awe.
Maybe they came at the wrong time?
When the three of them were looking at each other, Ronan's voice came over: "Sorry, wait a moment."
Following the words, the temperature radiated from the mist dropped significantly, and the pulsing electric fires also regularly moved toward the center.
Ronan's almost disintegrating figure became more and more clear. Zhao Xi could even see that under the cover of his thin back, there was a faint light swaying in the chest area, flashing extremely fast.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I heard a faint friction sound, as if they were shuffling cards or something.
Uh, did he watch too many people playing cards in the middle of the night?
Ronan landed on his feet and turned around. For a while, the heat wave was low, and the rain and fog disappeared.
Frith and others are already numb to such methods.
During this period, half of the light source between Ronan and the riverside was revealed. It is indeed a ball of light mist that has not completely dissipated, and the fluctuations inside are huge.
Although it was a startling glance, it left a deep impression on his heart. When Zhao Xi saw it, he immediately made a call:
Isn't this the "map" that Ronan took out when he was flying in the sky during the day? The one that covers all operating locations in the Greater Golden Triangle.
Looking at it at night, it seems not as stable as it is during the day. It seems that there is a fierce conflict between the targets mapped inside...
Along with Ronan.
"Are you...in there fighting?" This was what Jiu Jiner said, attracting Fries and Liu Fengming to look at him.
But Ronan didn't mind at all and responded: "It's not a fight, it's just that some of the cards are not appropriate, it's not easy to use, and the firepower is hard to control. I'll verify it and go back and do it again."
"Cards? Firepower?" After a brief confusion, Zhao Xi immediately thought that Ronan was indeed playing with character cards and non-character cards during the day, which made everyone confused.
There is also "firepower". In the military activity room, Ronan said that he was "burning the stove". Is this the same thing?
As for the connection between "cards" and "firepower", it's not just using cards to make fire... There are all kinds of doubts, isn't now a good opportunity to find out more about it?
"That……"
Fries carried him behind him and told the drunken technician to get out of the way. At the same time, he gave Liu Fengming a wink. The latter understood and got to the point in time.
But he didn't need to say anything more. He only had to offer the wooden mask that he had held for a long time with both hands, and that was enough.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ronan took it and held the mask in front of his eyes.
Speaking of which, he has used various means to repeatedly cut and explore all the faces brought by tonight's event, including this mask of course.
But I haven't really gotten started.
The mask in my hand has a pure wooden structure. Its back is completely unmodified, with fine straight lines. It is gray-white in color and is probably willow sapwood.
As for the front, even the bark is used. He was painted with more oil paint, so that the color turned black, his eyes were as big as bells, and he looked even more sinister and terrifying.
"It's both physical and spiritual."
Frith grinned: "It is said that this mask is a serious magical object that can also be used in the 'Hundred Faces Festival'. It is placed in the venue tonight, waiting for fate. Old Liu has grabbed the jackpot."
Liu Fengming simply responded: "The main thing is to understand them."
"About tonight..."
Fries just opened his head and saw Ronan's arm pressing back, actually placing the black-faced willow mask on his face.
To be honest, this mask has a ferocious face. If you want to wear it, a stout one like Liu Fengming can do it, and a big guy like Fris will have no problem wearing it.
But for a skinny young man like Ronan, not to mention his mismatched frame, it would be nice to be able to align his facial features with such a big mask, but even the straps that come with the mask may not work.
However, until Ronan put his hands down, the mask was still buckled on his face without straps. It was as if there was a layer of glue between his facial muscles and the inner layer of the mask, which was firmly compacted.
Is this possible?
Frith and Zhao Xi both looked at Liu Fengming, who only looked at Ronan blankly.
Perhaps because he felt uncomfortable, Ronan shook his neck. Even though the corners of the mask were in the air, they were firmly stuck on his face. The longer he looked at it, the more it felt like it was integrated into one, turning into a ferocious ghost with a big head and a small body...with a little bit of... funny.
Ronan's voice came from behind the mask: "It doesn't pick on anyone."
Liu Fengming understood what Ronan meant: "The temporary blessing on the Nuo game has an effect on anyone who wears it. But what leaks out during the 'Hundred-faced Sacrifice' ceremony will be bound to the wearer until the next Hundred-faced Sacrifice is held again." Before that, it will be untied.”
When Liu Fengming was talking about the extended background knowledge, Ronan put on a mask and started to move his hands and feet. During this period, several fist fights were put on, but they were all superficial. But with his movements, the dull firepower that had disappeared along with the drizzle and mist clearly radiated out again, and the source could be completely determined:
It comes from Ronan.
The three of them exchanged glances, which was not very spiritual.
