Chapter 1199: Two vellus hair (below)

There was some commotion in the live broadcast room.
Not to mention the rather slotted thesis topic, Ronan mentioned the term "melting pot" before.
At that time, someone in the live broadcast room asked whether the "melting pot" was a special kind of "container"-of course, the latter was also the kind defined by Ronan.
Now Ronan is directly qualitative: "In this conceptual system, the'melting furnace' is equivalent to the most special'container' structure of the human body. I mean, it is the kind that belongs to my cognitive limit. What will happen, I don't know for the time being."
Currently speaking with Ronan in name, it is Song Guoyang, President Song. But he also knows that he is a tool man, and Ronan is really connecting with thousands of viewers from the world in the live broadcast room.
"ZM lie down well, lie down well! Otherwise, such words may not be released, at least not today."
"By the way, this one must be pushing the wall, but what exactly is it? Why can't I understand it?"
"Don't digress, take notes!"
"What is the concept of the limit of understanding of the transcendental species? Hasn't it reached the top yet?"
Blood demon: "It's definitely not at the top. Any of you will have a chance to look at Geng Geng's current face, it must be dumbfounded."
Geng Geng: "Ronan, give me a one-way ticket to Harbin!"
Rusters: "A group of cowards frightened by the unknown."
Jagged: "There is no future dying person."
Corruptor: "So you can trust your future on others with peace of mind?"
To be honest, the chats of several big guys are no longer able to understand and dare not understand. On the contrary, it was Ronan who was talking about it, which seemed to be easier to understand.
"It must be stated in advance that I only know such a way of thinking so far. It is impossible to really come up with a complete set of solutions that will not only preserve the inheritance of life on earth, but also plan a reasonable future sequence, while ensuring universality, Security, compatibility, and room for modification and change.
"There are too many lessons to be made up, and there are too many things to fill in, so what you can take out now is just a demonstration, really just a demonstration."
Hearing Ronan's repeated emphasis, Song always became more nervous, because he could vaguely feel that Ronan was extremely solemn when he said these words.
At this time, the adsorption power of the sewage mass on the ground has increased unabated, probably breaking through a threshold, the scalp tingling noise, and the noise intensity and intensity suddenly climbed a step.
Mr. Song felt inexplicably that the face and the exposed skin seemed to be crawled over by dense ants. Subconsciously took a step back and bumped into Xu Er behind him.
This ill-tempered Justice Order sacrifice knight, but did not respond at all, staring straight at the sewage regiment.
Mr. Song was actually more tight than Xu Er, he just glanced back instinctively, and then went to look at the core area again.
At first glance, his face was twitching again.
In the nearest open and deformed refrigerator, a large number of frozen meat pieces piled up, obviously because of this invisible and qualitative force, it suddenly ended up in the same end as the bulk cargo outside the cabinet.
Thick smoke that seemed to be corroding and burning, but it seemed to be oppressed by a blower, all pounced on the sewage group that had begun to hang in the air, and instantly submerged it.
This kind of change is clearly contagious. The nearby refrigerated cabinets emitted thick smoke one after another without diverging. They all rushed in that direction, forming a smoke area with a diameter of more than two meters, and Ronan had to go out. Take a few steps and make a little evasion.
Affected by this, the brightness of the cargo hold dropped sharply.
This was by no means the most thrilling scene that Song always saw at night, but it was definitely the most heartbreaking. These are all credit points for evaporative combustion...
"Gee?"
President Song suddenly took a breath, but because the throat muscles constricted prematurely, the air was stuck in his throat, making an indescribable strange sound.
At the moment when the water polo was completely submerged in the thick smoke, he clearly saw a half-curled claw sticking out of the chaotic zone!
At first glance, it looks thin and weak like a baby, but under the state of obvious exertion, the skin and flesh covered on it quickly swells and tears and heals, and then it seems to be more violently waved, so that more dirty smoke is discharged, correspondingly The ground exposed a fuzzy outline in the central area.
Seems to be……
Suddenly a strong beam of light hits it, but Xu Er subconsciously turned on the exoskeleton's lighting system-it should be said that it is well-trained.
At least Ronan gave him a thumbs up.
The highly nervous Xu Er regretted it when he finished it, but he was silently praised by Ronan. His mind was even more confused, and the lighting beam remained there, piercing the smoke area, making the originally vague outline clearer.
Mr. Song, who was facing the smog area, had already stiffened all over, crucified to death in the same place.
At this time, his eyes were definitely not as good as those around him who were capable. In fact, it was difficult to distinguish things that were too specific from this chaotic and hideous scene.
But the problem is, in that, isn't the origin of all these changes that belonged to him?
There was another monster arm drawn out just now.
It's nothing to do with oneself, but chaos when you close one.
Today's President Song can't do chaos by himself, but he can't stop his own mind from thinking wildly.
The more I think about it, the more like it is, the more I look at it, the more like it is.
Is that, alone?
To be precise, it's like a body hanging in the air...it should be said that it is a person who is submerged in the water, unconsciously and irregularly paddling his hands and feet. Floating back and forth in the smoke area.
At first, the arm was only exposed after floating to the edge.
If this can be shrunk a little further and restored to the state represented by the original thin arm, it may be more like a baby in the womb.
But now, everything can't go back.
That is exactly the physique of a normal adult, so it is obvious that the silhouette of the figure gradually ceases, turning into a classic posture of curled up, arms around the knees, silently rolling in the smoke and water, and only one kind of "forbidden creation" is brought to people. "The gloomy feeling.
Mr. Song's upper and lower teeth began to fight.
At this time, he can't help but think of movies and TVs with similar themes, the classic plot where clones replace natural people.
At this moment, the silhouette of the tumbling figure just turned to an angle, seeming to be closed and still open, but its hollow eye sockets were facing him.
The entire image on the opposite side became clear—in fact, there were still such and other differences, but under the spontaneous correction of his thinking, he had the impression of looking in a mirror.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
President Song screamed, but just opened his head, Cui Da suddenly stretched out his hand next to him, and his arm-covered palm forcibly covered his mouth, but almost completely wrapped his head in by himself... and even squeezed it out.
Nothing else, just because Ronan raised his hand to signal and began to speak again. This time he was basically facing the audience in the live broadcast room:
"I made such a'prop' temporarily for the convenience of demonstration. Let's just think that this is an ordinary person who is close to Song's innate conditions and does not have the opportunities and qualifications for the capable.
"If, like President Song, an ordinary person with no special qualifications evolves step by step to gain extraordinary power. I think there is a more reasonable way..."
During the speech, the visibility of the smoke area is obviously increasing, and the figure of the "prop" can be seen, and the figure is beginning to relax, landing on both feet, naturally transforming into a standing posture.
Looking at it this way, it looks like a normal person—if it weren't for the pores of its nose and mouth, it was still inhaling smoke from the surrounding area.
Look more closely, his face is really similar to Song Zong, but the body shape is much more standard, the eye sockets are hollow, there is no obvious sexual characteristics, and the skin lacks a real sense of luster.
Ronan stretched out his hand to be imaginary, and there was a dim light on his chest in front of this "prop". At this moment, he interjected a few words:
"Well, I would like to thank you too. In the past few years, along the so-called'prototype format' idea, various researchers who have been studying deeply, as well as the many burners on the deep blue platform, have provided a lot of and very good data. And the material, some of them are amazing..."
The meaning of the words is complicated and needs to be carefully considered.
But at this time, basically no one in the live broadcast room will put more effort into this kind of thinking.
Ronan didn’t have any buffers, and he started directly to demonstrate to the audience in the live broadcast room that it involves both physical and spiritual aspects, including blood circulation, nerves, digestion, respiration, immune system and other human system components, gradually strengthened and interfered with each other, and finally formed The inner logic of the "melting pot" structure.
On that "demonstration item" body, as Ronan pointed endlessly, more and more areas were illuminated. There are dots and dots, and there is a connection between each other.
Before you know it, everyone is familiar with the regular tetrahedral structure with inscribed and outer spheres, quietly taking shape.
As Ronan said, it is only a rough presentation, and there is not much substantive content. If it is "reverted" to a thesis, it can be regarded as an outline, a title, and a few hand-drawn drawings.
It is almost impossible for the audience to learn any accurate and effective methods of practice, but there is no barrier to understanding this kind of logic.
Because it is easy to understand, the doubts are more divergent.
"Is this a ‘melting pot’ or a ‘prototype format’?"
"The format is stupid!"
"Anyway, the Burner system is correct, right?"
"Is to treat this model as orthodox? Is this different from the Burner?"
"If it's different, where is the movement?"
There will never be a shortage of smart people in the world. Dragon Qi, who was still fighting the residual toxins in his body, saw the barrage in the live broadcast room, his eyes were beating.
However, it was the light radiating from the "prop" beside Ronan that really caused his nervous system disorder-as a qualified burner, he was familiar with this feeling.
That is the "scorched smell" when the life energy stimulated by the human body is accumulated to a certain level, and when the "burning point" is approaching, the limit pass is almost burned through.
Real life?
No movement?
There are differences between the two categories, but the same extremely serious problem. The dragon seven brains collided, splashing sparks.
At this time, the life energy gathered in the configuration method is like sunlight passing through a lens, focusing at the center of the inscribed circle...
It burst into flames.
The "props" instantly lit up transparently, and continued to burn in such a gorgeous way.