Assistant Yan did not respond immediately to Lieutenant Colonel Lu's greetings. His eyes first glanced at Zhang Yingying next to him, and stayed for a moment, just in time to make eye contact with the latter.
Assistant Yan is about in his early thirties, of medium height, and may not be as tall as Zhang Yingying in high heels, but his figure is strong and strong, and his face is quite handsome. It's just that the corners of his lips are habitually pursed, his expression is cold and solemn, and he doesn't look easy to talk.
The most impressive thing is his eyes, the pupils are slightly dark red, and a similar color oozes out around the eye sockets, especially at the corners of the eyes, intertwined with the prominent blood vessels near the temples, the senses It was quite uncomfortable.
Lieutenant Colonel Lu saw that the two of them were sizing each other up, but he just didn't know and didn't help introduce him. He spoke again and turned the focus to himself:
"Assistant Yan, how can I help you?"
"According to the opinions of the command headquarters, a batch of testing equipment was transferred from our company to screen suspects temporarily detained on the ship."
Assistant Yan had no expression on his face and directly operated the bracelet, signaling to Lieutenant Colonel Lu, and quickly passed the authorization verification.
"Detection equipment?" Lieutenant Colonel Lu asked curiously, "Is the following search over?"
"Not yet, but the equipment requires high precision, and installation and debugging will take a certain amount of time."
"Understood, understood."
Lieutenant Colonel Lu was a little regretful. Since it was receiving equipment, as the person in charge, he must be present. The cordial communication with the young lawyer can only go so far.
He signaled Assistant Yan to wait a moment, and then smiled at Zhang Yingying: "Miss Zhang, let's get here first? It's still early, I'll arrange a cabin for you, and take a rest first. I'll arrange someone for the information you requested to keep." Send it to you."
"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel."
Zhang Yingying knew that she was no longer suitable to stay alone in the monitoring center, so she reached out her hand, shook hands with Lieutenant Colonel Lu, and said goodbye in advance.
As she passed Assistant Yan, Zhang Yingying smiled kindly, narrowed her eyes slightly, and activated the automatic shooting function of her contact lenses to take a photo of this person's face and archive it.
Assistant Yan's lips twitched, not sure if it was a response. His eyes did not fall on Zhang Yingying. Looking at the angle, he looked at the indoor surveillance screen.
Zhang Yingying glanced back at the moment she left the house. Lieutenant Colonel Lu was quite cautious and did not want to give anyone any leverage. She had already signaled to her subordinates to switch off Ronan’s close-up. At this time, on the surveillance screen, Ronan’s figure had disappeared into the background of more than ten people. Among similar pictures, it is not too eye-catching.
But Zhang Yingying had a strong feeling:
Assistant Yan's eyes were focused on Ronan, and he hadn't moved for a long time.
Walking in the corridor inside the warship, Zhang Yingying entered the image she had just taken into the database and determined the search conditions:
"Judging from the uniform, it's Tianqing Security, a professional security company affiliated with Quantum Company; it can communicate directly with the military, and its position should be considered high-level; and those eyes..."
After a few seconds, a warning sound sounded: "The information is classified as secret, and you have insufficient authority."
Zhang Yingying was not particularly surprised, she just curled her lips and switched to another information channel. After a while, he picked up a simple personal file.
The reason why it is said to be "simple" is because there are still quite a few that are blocked. However, based on the existing information alone, some of her guesses can be verified.
The electronic photo on the file is exactly what Assistant Yan looks like, but he is seven or eight years younger, with a high-spirited smile on his face.
Yan Yongbo, a former lecturer at Zhixing College, resigned voluntarily in 1990.
His father was Yan Hong, a former professor at Zhixing College.
"Well, we are really enemies on a narrow road... By the way, does he recognize it?"
Zhang Yingying thought about the conversation she had with Xie Junping before boarding the ship. Here, she had to make a correction: "This giant ship of Quantum Company doesn't care about the little ants, not necessarily the spiders on it."
It seems like a very troublesome choice... give up
As soon as he thought about it, the wonderful picture presented by Ronan's pen began to flow in his mind.
“Really cool…”
The "cool" Ronan is still painting. Even though he has entered a calm state, locked the source of interference, and confirmed the true identity of the ghost, he has no intention of stopping.
The feeling of the pen tip and mind becoming one is truly amazing.
The Burning Shadow is an incredible existence. Ronan doesn't know how to classify or characterize it. Even if it enters a stable state, he doesn't have much clue how to deal with it.
However, when he holds the fluorescent pen in his hand and lets the lines flow from the tip of the pen, all problems become non-issues.
Material and spiritual, real and illusory, present and future, multiple dimensions are intertwined, and the same goal is depicted from multiple angles at the same time. No matter what, inspiration will never run out.
The twisted and symbolic prison architectural sketch is showing increasingly clear clues of the concept.
Ronan's lips unconsciously opened and closed slightly, silently reciting the formula that he had already mastered, and only selected the first four-character paragraph:
My heart feels like a prison!
The thoughts are silent, but the thoughts implemented have never been so solid as now, so much so that they have broken through the boundary between reality and illusion, and entered the level of visualization, as if they were transformed into an iron hammer and struck hard on the visualization graphics.
Like ringing a bell or striking a chime, countless silver threads are pulled away and split from the graphics in the fine vibrations, randomly building countless flickering structures, which clearly correspond closely to the "prison building" on the notebook.
Some are clear and straight, some are distorted and blurry, and the images are also very different.
Inside, there are densely woven fences, closed iron cages, dancing arcs, ferocious light guns... In short, each one, each one, is a symbol of violence and coercion, and is the detailed embodiment of the sketch of entering the prison.
Due to jumps in consciousness and random brushwork, most of the structures are just superficial and do not conform to the principles of construction at all, and their existence is very short.
But every time the entangled and shattered silver filament structure swept past, the burning demonic shadow that had penetrated into the inner layer of the visualization figure seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, constantly swimming to resist, which was quite embarrassing.
The Burning Shadow also wants to interfere and destroy. But the problem is that the process unfolding in multiple dimensions at the same time has completely exceeded its control.
Ronan didn't know why the burning demonic shadow that looked up to the sky, howled, was over a hundred feet tall, and was so arrogant had gone so wrong and was so miserable, but he would not stop.
Keep chanting, imagining, and writing!
Gradually, Ronan gave up injecting detailed inspiration into the sketches, and instead began to subtract and strengthen around increasingly clear conceptual clues.
In the visual graphics, the dancing and combining silver threads seemed to sense the strong and pure thoughts in his heart. Hundreds of flashy structures collapsed, revealing once again the simple and pure structure of the regular tetrahedron.
In the middle of the graphic, at the center of the inverted ball, there is a "clatter" sound, as if the heart is shaking.
Faced with this change, Burning Demonic Shadow actually lost the courage to stay any longer. In the darkness, the flames curled up, separated from the visualization pattern, and turned into a red light that penetrated the sky and walked away.
This is the level of visualization. Where does it go
As soon as the thought lasted, the void world was turbulent again. The red light seemed to penetrate an invisible film. After a slight stagnation, it increased speed and flew away through the air.
The moment the "film" penetrated, Ronan's consciousness was suddenly in a trance. In his field of vision, there appeared a cold metal wall, a lap with a notebook on it, and... himself who was drawing.