"Lao Mo" is the smart butler at home. Due to his inadvertent choice of "green and environmental protection" when purchasing, high-fat and high-protein options are forever missing from this artificial intelligence's cooking menu, and the nutrition he makes is Meals are like medicine, more than food.
When people reach middle age, their uncle and aunt are not opposed to this, and it doesn't matter if they are lazy and try new things occasionally, but for Mo Peng, he would rather drink boiled water!
Ronan also feels that since he consumes a lot of mental energy, it is best to increase nutritional supplements.
Seeing the troubled look on the two young men's faces, my uncle responded kindly and said, "Then we can solve the problem outside. There is a good new restaurant nearby."
With that said, he ordered food through the in-car smart brain network. He was lucky. Although he had entered the bustling Xiacheng city and it was time for dinner, he still placed the order successfully.
The RV cut into another lane, entered the detouring light track of a certain skyscraper, and began to gradually raise the traffic level.
From the ground to the high altitude, Xia City has 20 traffic levels in one go. Except for the five floors involved by special aircraft, the remaining 15 traffic levels are mostly realized through the light rails of various high-rise buildings in the city to achieve level switching and diversion. .
Every night, the outer layers of many skyscrapers are lit up like neon lights that are circling up and down. Thousands of speeding cars shuttle and intersect, forming a seemingly endless flow of light, full of the beauty of order.
Coincidentally, when Ronan continued to look at the bamboo pole, the word "order" was also involved.
"When we observe secret sects, most of them show signs of irrationality from top to bottom. However, within each sect and between various sects, the high degree of unity and order that is ultimately reflected is One has to suspect that all irrational things are stuffed into a hard, solid, and strict framework. Or maybe it is a magical machine that fills in irrational raw materials and what comes out is order. Product. I can't find any other explanation for this except a complete 'ability explanation system'.
"We can compare the four levels of the sect to the association's internal ability explanation system. Light believers correspond to unawakened ability users, devout believers correspond to awakened ones, fanatic believers correspond to engineers, and favored ones correspond to extraordinary species. Basically, ability The levels match up quite well. Is this the 'ability explanation system' that leads to the same goal? If so, the Association will be happy to sit down and have breakfast with the Secret Order. But in fact, the Order's explanation system and the Association still exist serious disagreements…
"Associations, cults, and even Burners, what does the coexistence of two or even multiple systems mean? Do we only see a 'real side', or is the world just like a sandwich? Or simply a thousand Layer cake? Uncover one layer and there will be another layer, it just depends on how you eat it... "
The article on "Bamboo Pole" was very long, and Ronan only read a rough outline of it. However, its central point is still very clear. It is to discuss the systematic opposition between the association and the secret order, and to correct some people's contempt for the secret order.
However, Ronan's feelings somewhat deviated from the goal that "Zhugan" hoped to achieve by writing the article.
"Looks like I entered the wrong door..."
Ronan felt a small sense of absurdity. No matter how you look at it now, your own "format theory" is more inclined towards the direction of the secret sect.
Aren't people like Xie Junping and Maoyan just shallow believers
It's like a magic talisman. It's okay to be a fanatical believer.
The standard of "social format" is a typical organizational structure of secret sects with "gods" as the center.
If it turns out that his "self-logic" seriously deviates from the ability explanation system promoted by the association, then what is the point of joining the association
Of course, Ronan wanted to know why his grandfather's theory was so closely aligned with the secret cult system.
Is it a coincidence? Or is it for other reasons
Ronan's doubts are destined not to be answered in a short time.
The family had arrived at the restaurant and sat down at the reserved seat under the guidance of the waiter. The environment of the restaurant is good, with antique wooden window partitions, allowing light to pass through and focusing on privacy. Although there are many people diners, it is relatively quiet.
Luo Shuqing was quite satisfied: "The place I chose is good."
For young people, this kind of environment is a little too old-fashioned. Mo Peng is not interested in the surrounding decorations. He lowers his head and plays games after ordering food.
Ronan went to the bathroom. When he encountered a barrier in his thinking, he inevitably became preoccupied and kept his head down, ignoring what was going on around him.
But when I was washing my hands, someone next to me tentatively said hello: "Mr. Luo?"
Ronan was startled and looked up to see the man. He was about forty years old, tall and strong, looking capable and calm. He just felt familiar, and after thinking about the name, he remembered that the only people who could call him that were those who participated in Operation 28.
Yes, this person was one of the four bodyguards brought by He Yueyin that day. He was responsible for taking care of the wounded such as Xue Lei and Hei Lang. He was a very stable person.
However, Ronan couldn't remember his name anyway, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
However, this bodyguard was very sophisticated. When he saw this, he smiled and extended his hand over, introducing himself: "Zhou Hu, I didn't say hello to Mr. Luo that day. I'm sorry."
Ronan hurriedly called "Brother Zhou" and felt a little strange: "Brother Zhou is here, is Sister He here too?"
"No, I have a day off today, and I'm here for a private party. A bunch of old comrades... By the way, Bakuyan is here too."
"Huh?"
Ronan was much more impressed by Bao Yan, who was also in the association. As a powerful close combat master, Baoyan existed as his protector in the later stages of the operation. Although he did not really get a chance to show off, the two-meter-tall giant looked quite safe. . Ronan also added him as a friend through Liuer.
"Are you comrades in arms?"
"We've had some experience, but we haven't had a close relationship, but we're familiar with it now." Zhou Hu invited with a smile, "Mr. Luo, will you come to our place?"
"Forget it, say hello to Baoyan for me."
Ronan was not good at this kind of communication. He was about to leave as he spoke, but turned around and saw Mo Peng's short and fat figure walking in.
Seeing Ronan chatting with a burly man with an obvious age difference, Mo Peng was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't really take it seriously and just said hello and went to let him go.
Ronan didn't want to leave first at this time, so he smiled at Zhou Hu: "My cousin..."
Zhou Hu understood and took leave first.
As soon as he left, Mo Peng came to the sink and grinned: "Did you just meet an acquaintance? Dad also met someone there. This place is evil..."
Before he finished speaking, someone else walked in.
At this time, Ronan's back was facing the door, but the man happened to see his back and profile reflected in the mirror. He was shocked, turned around and went out again.
Mo Peng felt baffled: "They are all men, so why did they go to the wrong door?"