Consciousness is like a pearl sinking into the cold seabed, and like a lonely star hanging in the dark void.
Sometimes it's dark, sometimes it's bright.
In the end, pure light and darkness determined their respective areas, and various contours began to appear at the junction of light and darkness.
Pillows, bedside tables, table lamps, desks... from near to far, expanding outward layer by layer. Simple concepts and familiar combinations splice together increasingly clear meanings.
Ronan made a judgment that this was in his room, but not in the Blue Bay Community Apartments, but on the east side of the second floor of his aunt's house, where he had lived for five years.
More thoughts came to mind:
Gears, Spiderman, Society of Explorers;
He Yueyin, Zhang Yingying, Xie Junping...
Various images and clues are intertwined, ultimately forming a complete cognitive chain.
Ronan finally found the point before he lost consciousness: the operation at Shuiyi Qingshi Hotel was suspended, he sent Xue Lei home, and then, it seemed, he fell asleep in his aunt's car.
So, what time is it now
As soon as the idea came to mind, the bracelet on the wrist, the lamp and clock on the bedside table, and the paper-like soft screen in the paginated notes all displayed relevant information almost at the same time:
2:27 am.
Uh-huh
Ronan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, but immediately his waist, ribs, thighs, and calves felt tight and sore. His calves were as hard as stone, and they were cramping.
Ronan took a breath, raised his feet, and kneaded again. It took him a long time to recover, but his fingers and toes felt swollen, numb, stagnant and blocked, and his gastrointestinal area was also twitching. My throat felt a little nauseous.
There is no doubt that this is a withdrawal reaction.
This situation was already expected by Ronan, so he calmed down and tried to ignore the past.
Sensing his continuous movements, the intelligent system confirmed that the owner of the room had woken up and had no intention of falling asleep again, and automatically turned on the wall lamp.
Ronan turned his head and looked around. The positions of the various furnishings in his field of vision were the same as those he had experienced on the spiritual level before.
Of course, the most important thing is that the current time is 2:29. Taking into account the difference caused by Ronan's withdrawal reaction, it is obvious that his mental sensing is also accurate.
Ronan closed his eyes again and cleared away his distracting thoughts. Sure enough, a clear picture appeared in his mind.
The range is not far. When it reaches the corridor through the room, it becomes dark and unclear, reaching its limit.
Doing the math, it's probably a radius of about five meters.
Compared with the super-distance perception of "cat's eye", nature is nothing. But you must know that before Ronan could do this, he could only use the black chain or his soul to leave the body, but now it is natural.
It seems that his body and spirit are constantly adapting to this ability, integrating it into the most natural level.
Well, he's really not "normal" now.
Ronan was still ready to test his new ability, but at this time, a bloated figure tiptoed through the corridor and entered his sensing range.
Ronan shook his head, resisting the discomfort of body aches, got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened the door.
"His..."
The figure that was passing by his door was so startling that her hair was flying, but soon, with the light in Ronan's room, she could see clearly which one it was, and handed over the huge suitcase in her hand unceremoniously:
"help!"
Just looking at the size of the suitcase, Ronan felt that he was not far away from having another cramp. But he didn't say anything, he took it silently, and then, under the command of the figure, he carried it downstairs as quietly as possible.
After throwing away the biggest burden and carrying only a guitar case, Moya regained his usual free and easy handsomeness, gently brushed the scattered hair on his forehead, and did not forget to give orders:
"Be gentle, don't turn on the headlights when you get down there!"
After finally moving the suitcase to the living room and rejecting the smart butler's suggestion to turn on the lights, the cousins sat down on the sofa to catch their breath.
Moya, Ronan's cousin, is an idiosyncratic beauty who has a great figure but is used to dressing up in neutral styles. She was lucky enough to inherit her father's handsome appearance. She was not as plain as her mother. She also had a genetic mutation and grew to nearly 1.8 meters tall, making her the tallest person in the family.
At this time, she was dressed in jeans, with her legs crossed, but the top one was stretched across her knees, forming a smooth and straight triangle. Wrapped in tight-fitting jeans, she showed off her slender and powerful body lines, enough to make more than 70% of The girls screamed and cried for handsomeness, and fell to the ground crying out of jealousy.
Ronan really collapsed on the sofa, feeling tired even if he moved a finger: "I'll return the favor to you..."
Moya frowned and looked at him: "Too weak. Aren't you just relying on medicine to survive this month?"
"How is that possible? What I eat in a day is almost as much as what you eat in a month."
"Then you've slept all day and you're still so weak?"
"I went to bed after ten o'clock yesterday..."
"It's still yesterday? It's the night before yesterday, right? You slept like a dead pig in the car. It was me and Mo Peng who worked so hard to carry you upstairs, and then I never saw you wake up again, your 'real mother' The doctor was called..."
Ronan raised his hand to look at the date display on his bracelet: September 30th!
Speechless for a moment, Ronan guessed that there was a factor of withdrawal reaction, as well as the problem of running around for two days.
Not wanting to get entangled in this issue, he changed the subject: "Why are you staying home in the middle of the night?"
Mo Ya hesitated: "Who's cheating? I'm just going to the city for a road show, it's just a little longer."
Mancheng is a satellite city of Xia City, more than 400 kilometers away from the urban area, and is already on the edge of the city close to the wilderness.
Ronan frowned when he heard this: "How many days?"
"About a month, there is a music festival to attend."
"Auntie will kill you..."
"She will be exhausted when I come back."
Moya sneered at this threat, and she was not easily led away from the topic by Ronan:
"Hey, you came home suddenly. Did you give up over there?"
Obviously, Moya was talking about pharmaceuticals, and she was the only one in the family who roughly knew what Ronan had been doing over the years.
Ronan thought for a while, then smiled: "No, rest in stages."
"As long as you have a plan in mind."
Moya stood up, walked over and rubbed Ronan's head: "Very good, the little guy is much calmer... But don't pretend, the car to pick me up is here. Get up and move the luggage for the future queen!"
Ronan groaned, but in the end he couldn't resist Moya's strength. He picked up the suitcase again and moved it out like a thief.
When I walked out of the front door of the house, I saw a dark, old-style cargo truck parked outside the yard. Someone else was waving. Although it was dark, Ronan had confirmed that it was a member of Moya's band.
These people...
After finally stuffing the huge suitcase into the car that was already filled with musical instruments and people, Moya probably had to sit on his own suitcase.
But Moya didn't mind this at all, and happily gave Ronan a hug:
"Come on, brother, you can do it."
"Come on, too... Lord Queen."
The old box truck turned on its lights and gradually drove out of the community. Ronan watched Moya go and continue to work hard for her dream.
As for yourself, you have to work hard too!