Just like in the underground laboratory, there is still only one more icon on the main interface of the imitation paper soft screen. It is not the "gear" that once existed, but it still looks very familiar:
The regular tetrahedron and its inscribed and circumscribed spheres are Ronan’s visualization figures!
However, at present, the icon is overall dark, as if downloading an application has not yet been completed. Most of it is still in shadow, and only a small part is lit.
Progress shows... 1%
It's surprisingly slow.
Ronan scanned it with his mind and figured out some basic information, and doubts also came:
How much was dug out of the "Human-Faced Spider"? If you want to express the theme, shouldn't it be displayed as a "magic charm" or something like that? What does it have to do with visualizing shapes
These questions can only be answered after the download, er, analysis is completed.
There is another thing that Ronan is concerned about: the analysis results of "Cat's Eye" are not displayed on the main interface. If you want to touch it, you always feel that it is a layer away.
There seems to be some doorways inside.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Seeing Ronan inexplicably enter a trance state again after replying a few words, Zhang Yingying, including everyone else in the conference room, felt increasingly uncertain.
The profession of psychic involves mostly mysterious and mysterious spiritual things, which are really difficult to master. Among the few psychics in the meeting, except for the old man Gao Dexun, who is highly cultivated and can't see much difference, the others are a bit neurotic, which is said to be related to the backlash they received when they used their abilities in their early years.
Zhang Yingying couldn't help but glared at Maoyan again.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Ronan's eyes also became active, moving in sync with Zhang Yingying, pointing at the cat's eye.
Cat's Eyes was somewhat immune to Zhang Yingying's glare, but when Ronan's unintelligible look came over, her heart suddenly jumped, and she felt a little nervous for no reason.
Hey, hey, what are you so nervous about
His emotions were so extreme that even Maoyan himself couldn't stand it anymore. She has always had a temperament that doesn't take trouble too seriously, she is carefree, and her courage is outrageous, and she has always prided herself on this.
But ever since I got into trouble, I feel like I have no peace of mind, and I have really turned into a good cat. Now facing Ronan, the feeling of weakness that continued to sprout finally led to a counterattack from self-awareness:
I was yelled at by Zhang Yingying just now, it was because of friendship, you are just stupid!
Maoyan immediately opened his eyes wide and stared back at Ronan, not even saying anything: "What, do you want to claim compensation? Okay, can I sleep with you?"
According to her observation of Ronan, this introverted boy would most likely be unable to resist him. In the end, Zhang Yingying would have to take the lead. Then she would just mess around for a while and give him a similar explanation.
But the problem is, the way Ronan looks directly at him has no emotions that can be interpreted, and it is not affected by any external emotions, including the deliberate provocation of the cat's eyes.
Seeing that Zhang Yingying wanted to slap the table again, Ronan just nodded to Maoyan: "Come here and help me, okay?"
“…”
People in the conference room looked at each other, and Maoyan pointed back at himself: "Me?"
Wait, this posture is really weak!
Maoyan wanted to get angry again, but at this time Ronan had lowered his head, and the electronic pen landed on the paper-like soft screen again.
"You're so young, why are you pretending!"
The cat's eyes laughed "ha" and suddenly jumped over the table without any warning. The twelve centimeters of thin roots were as high as the sky. They landed silently and were agile, just like a big cat. The strong and dizzying smell of perfume also covered this area.
She held the table with one hand, and half of her body formed a shadow, falling on the imitation paper soft screen in Ronan's hand: "Hey, you pretending to be B, how do you want me to help you? It's not that you can't draw pictures, and finally you want to find someone to help you. A tank, right?"
Ronan glanced at her and felt that this woman was unreasonable. But the sudden inspiration was very precious, and he didn't want to miss it, so he simply lowered his head, looked directly at the paper-like soft screen, and said something:
"Don't talk, and try not to think too much. Look at this picture of mine. What do you think?"
"...You want to harm me again?" Thinking of the tragic situation of his bloodshot eyes before, Maoyan felt really weak, and the momentum that had finally risen sharply declined.
But Zhang Yingying still pushed her from behind: "I've watched it here almost dozens of times, and there's nothing wrong with it. You are obviously looking for death, right?"
"Who knows if you two have an affair?" Maoyan quipped back, squinting his eyes as if he wanted to see but didn't dare to.
"Shut up."
Ronan's commanding words hit his ears, and Maoyan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He really stopped talking, opened his eyes a little more, and looked at Ronan's paper-like soft screen.
She had already scanned this sketch with "Extra-distance Perception" and found nothing out of the ordinary. But at this time, in response to Ronan's order, his eyes fell, and his feeling was completely different.
There are many various graphics on the sketch, such as a boat with a chain hanging down, and a rock facing the wind and waves, all of which are extremely eye-catching. But inexplicably, she focused her sight on a certain fish that seemed to be circling and swimming in the turbid river.
"It looks a lot like me..."
Ridiculous thoughts came to his mind, and then he saw Ronan's electronic pen falling, drawing multiple lines around and even on the fish she was looking at.
It was strange to say that when these lines appeared, she felt a little dazed, as if the lines were not falling on the imitation paper soft screen, but being pulled out of her body.
There was an invisible ghost, reaching out its hand. It seemed to be caressing her gently, but it also seemed to cut into her organs and skull, dissecting her completely.
When this idea became clear, Maoyan froze on the spot.
Seeing Ronan painting on the spot and standing tall, a group of people with abilities were all curious, and Hulala all gathered around and formed a circle.
In their view, Ronan's sketches looked confusing at first glance, but were very intuitive. It was originally a chaotic and intertwined river structure. As the pen moved, a relatively clear trajectory was inexplicably cleared up, which clearly symbolized the route that the fish took to get here.
Some people with quick minds can vaguely understand that they seem to be tracing back what happened before.
Psychic people can go back in time and know in advance!
The conference room was silent for a while, no one dared to disturb the work of a genuine psychic.
"Sister He."
Ronan suddenly spoke again. This was just a habitual behavior, but he quickly reacted and transferred to Lingbo.com, entered Project 001, and communicated with He Yueyin.
At this time, a vague shape appeared on the structural diagram of Shuiyi Qingshi Hotel, trying to find a matching area in it. The problem is that Ronan is not familiar with the operation and can only ask others for help.
The little actions of Ronan and He Yueyin could not be hidden from others. A group of capable people knelt on their knees to figure out what was going on. They all huffed and puffed into the encrypted channel and transferred to Project 001.
The only thing that didn't do this was the cat's eye.
At this moment, she couldn't exert any energy at all, and her legs wrapped in black fishnet stockings were trembling uncontrollably. If she hadn't supported the table with her hands earlier, she might have fallen to her knees at this time.
That ghost, the invisible ghost, was not enough to dissect her completely, and began to greedily devour her again.
Maoyan only felt that her power was losing rapidly, and her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and the source of all this... She could also see that on the imitation paper soft screen, the pen was constantly sharp, seemingly fluent, but any small setback was A heavy blow to her spirit.
Ronan! It can only be Ronan! This devil!
Recalling the entire process, Maoyan suddenly understood that this was clearly a conspiracy, a set of traps, and a devilish ritual openly launched in full view of the public!