Ronan didn't know that someone was paying close attention to his every move. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have the extra energy to pay attention to it.
His condition is very bad: hunger, pain, itching, hallucinations, these negative elements that originally existed have only increased, not decreased, as time goes by, and they have gradually merged into corrosive poisonous fire. The driving force of this invisible force moves in and out of the internal organs, limbs and bones.
The so-called "invisible force" is the ghost that Ronan discovered through visualization.
Today's ghost is no longer a "mosquito-like" body. It controls the poisonous fire and flows deep in Ronan's flesh and blood. It devours the essence at all times, grows and strengthens, and continues to exert more and more interference on Ronan, forming a An effect similar to "blocking":
Whenever Ronan tried to meditate, enter a state of concentration, and study the origin of the ghost, strong physical and even mental interference would come roaring in and blast him out.
If this continues, Ronan will be consumed by the ghost sooner or later, counting only the mental consumption of entering the state of concentration and the backlash of failure.
The ghost also kept trying to stir up Ronan's emotions.
Just like the conflict with Li Xuecheng, when Ronan almost killed Li Xuecheng with fatal psychological hints, the ghostly laughter clearly echoed in his ears.
It's really just a little bit away from breaking the strings of reason.
Ronan also remembered that when his palm was pressed against Li Xuecheng's throat, the other person's fear and despair melted into the flesh and blood, forming a billowing heat wave and rushing in. However, it was destined to be a passing turbid current. Not only could it not be used by him, it even swept away some of his essence, and finally disappeared without a trace - but you can imagine where it went!
The ghost is using this method to grow rapidly and squeeze Ronan's living space step by step.
Ronan's current mood is naturally not good.
But upon closer inspection, this feeling is largely a bad experience in which old memories have been disturbed, causing sediment to appear.
He was very dissatisfied. He had lost his temper just now because of the notebook... well, because of the imitation paper soft screen.
This shouldn't be the case!
The imitation paper soft screen has been with him for five years, and he has become accustomed to forgetting everything except its actual functions. But where does that violence and impulsiveness come from? How did the trance-like thoughts come out after that
Is it because the genes from someone are hidden deep in the flesh and blood
That coward
hehe!
Ironically, the ghost's active interference gave Ronan a good explanation, so much so that he actually felt a little subtle relief.
It all comes down to ghosts... Things are simpler instead.
The blockade interference of the ghost really caused a lot of trouble. But why do we have to go all out to break the blood
Ronan entered the state of concentration, hoping to use that state to further understand the ghost, contact it, capture it, and destroy it. The ghost's obstruction and interference confirmed that the idea was correct.
In Ronan's opinion, those who are single-minded should be ghosts. If you want to understand something, you don't have to go through "sedation".
Ronan has a more direct approach:
A pen and a piece of paper!
Over the years, he has collected character materials, described surrounding scenes, and made countless on-the-spot sketches to capture the characteristics of others. His writing may not be organized, but he has already developed first-class sensitivity.
Now, all he needs is to make a special "self-portrait"!
Lines flow down from the tip of the pen, stacking up layer by layer and interlacing with each other. The mind is at a loss, focused yet relaxed, smooth yet agile, and has a tendency to get out of hand.
In a sense, drawing by hand is freer than visualizing.
The visual graphics seem to come out of thin air, but they are actually very rigorous. They must be kept in sync with the spirit of the form and cannot be added or subtracted at will.
But the sketches on white paper are different. They come from reality, but they can also be separated from reality. They can use virtual, fantasy, and symbolic brushwork to describe a certain idea or concept and completely liberate inspiration.
Grandpa could use hand-drawn graphics to express the mystery of "Format Theory" back then. Now Ronan can also use a similar method to describe and explain the changes that have happened to him.
When this change falls on paper, it can even be deduced, and one step ahead, forming a small draft in advance of the "big work".
Therefore, Ronan painted a prison that never existed in reality to symbolize the most prominent thoughts in his mind at the moment.
This was the first time in his life for Ronan to be imprisoned. The novel experience naturally connected to the first sentence of the sixteen-character mantra:
My heart is like a prison.
Ronan believed that the sixteen-character mantra must be some kind of interpretation of the "format theory" by his grandfather, including "prison, furnace, mirror, country", etc., and even a direct expression of the format level. According to the sequence inference, the format of "prison" may be an advancement of "container".
Therefore, he referred to the cold and cramped confinement room, and used free and smooth writing to pick up the looming inspiration and even the more wonderful "qi machine" to build his own wonderful architecture on paper.
Of course he knew that many of the prison structures he drew were fantasies and might not be used in the "format", but as long as he had that clue of inspiration, it was enough.
As for the distorted picture, it is easier to explain, because the picture reflects reality. The power to distort architecture comes from within the building.
That invisible ghost is the instigator.
He couldn't see the ghost, but he could indirectly experience its existence through the distorted picture.
The more elements presented in the pen, the closer the "self-portrait" is to reality.
At this moment, Ronan's thoughts on the tip of his pen were unified, indistinguishable from each other, and seemed to be inextricably linked. The imaginary world of nothingness, like a picture scroll, was re-opened in front of Ronan. The regular tetrahedron and its inscribed and circumscribed spheres outlined by silver wire are clearly presented and overlap with the "prison" on the paper to form a wonderful picture.
It doesn't matter if he can't enter the state of concentration, he can restore the state of concentration here.
In fact, once it reappears, it proves that Ronan's state of mind has eliminated external interference, and the ghost's actions will no longer be meaningful.
Ronan kept writing and his mind had returned to a calm state.
The ghost that had been causing disruption and destruction was caught off guard and finally showed its strange appearance!
Outside of the visual graphics, other colors seeped into the originally empty darkness. This is a depressing dark red, like a fire struggling in the ashes. It interpenetrates and blends with the darkness, forming a slightly blurry outline.
This thing is swimming in the darkness, sticking to the visualization pattern, trying to penetrate inside... and has already penetrated a considerable part.
If it had been anyone else, it would have taken some time to even find the boundaries of this monster. But Ronan recognized its image at a glance:
Burn the shadow!
During the "earthquake" in the R&D area, it was this demonic shadow that loomed, roared, and almost killed Ronan. Since then, it has been invisible and difficult to trace.
Ronan also left its image on the drawing software.
If he hadn't encountered the "True Destiny" thing, Ronan would have been in school at this time, looking up information and trying to find any clues about it. How could he have imagined that this guy would be in such a state, wandering in his consciousness and fused with his flesh and blood!
Ronan did not stop writing, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, I'm laughing, I'm laughing!" Lieutenant Colonel Lu shouted, feeling extremely ashamed and thinking that he must have been infected by Ronan to make such a fuss.
Zhang Yingying was also curious about Ronan's current state of mind. Unfortunately, the surveillance screen was destined not to detect Ronan's inner voice. On the other hand, in the surveillance room, a "beep" sound sounded, the door opened, and someone strode in.
Zhang Yingying looked back curiously and saw that the man was wearing a straight azure slim-fitting uniform without any military rank. He looked out of place with the "deep space gray" space military uniforms in the room.
Lieutenant Colonel Lu turned his head and saw the person coming, frowned slightly, and soon smiled again. He took a step forward and said with a smile: "Assistant Yan, how is the search going?"