Chapter 404: True goal (on)

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"Are you really the creator?" Luo Nan was amazed. "Is this a big world, is it a worldwide church?"
"This is the problem." Paper-cut shrugged. "I just searched. There is no relevant information in the database. Neither the association nor the Xiacheng military and political departments have any records in this regard. That is to say, it is very likely It's a Protestant group, a new force that hasn't got everyone's attention ... This kind of new information, don't you consult the secretary? "
Luo Nan blinked: "Sister Yueyin? Trouble her, this kind of situation is rare?"
The paper-cut nodded: "The Protestant Order is so regular as soon as it comes up. It is indeed very rare. In fact, the Protestant Order itself has been few in recent years. After all, the world covers an increasing area, you know."
Ronan did understand. As Lishi's influence on modern society becomes stronger and stronger, their ability to discover and train talents is enough to minimize the existence of "remaining beads".
In this case, a very mature "Protestant group" suddenly emerged from the crack of the stone, so everyone must not consider it in a more "conservative" direction.
Luo Nan had to contact He Yueyin, but then thought about it, it was best to show her the magic circle, as a reference. He tried to communicate with Du Yong: "Can the magic circle file be copied?"
"No problem." Du Yong was suspicious.
Xie Junping made an additional explanation: "According to the mentor's statement, Qiling should gather the wisdom of all parties and the help of friends to get the best plan. There is no need to engage in the mysterious and mysterious actions of the broom."
It looks like an enlightened church!
Luo Nan glanced at the paper-cutting. The latter seemed to ask casually: "The mentor who introduced you to the entry is not convenient to introduce. Maybe you know it."
Xie Junping really frankly reached a certain point, and did not even hit a stumbling block: "His surname is Wan, we all call him Dean Wan, working in a welfare home in the Linqiang District, there is a real skill."
This kind of information acquisition makes people feel almost nothing.
When Luo Nan shook his head, a sudden flash of light flashed, and a picture appeared in his brain. It was last week when he was engaged in outsourcing reconnaissance that he controlled the memory of the ink detection forest wall area. He had met a capable person there, with the meaning of missionary preaching, and the children far away in the Sanzha District all listened to it.
Is that the one?
Random associations are certainly not right, but the overlapping of factors such as missions and forest wall areas will increase the probability of some increase. If it were him, that person ’s career would be bigger than he thought.
There is no strong evidence for this guess, and the special perspective of over-range perception is more difficult to explain. Luo Nan did not talk to the paper-cutting. After receiving the documents transferred by Du Yong, he talked to He Yueyin through the six ears.
It's just the next second, there will be a busy reminder over there, not connected. This is not surprising. Every night at 8 or 9 o'clock is one of He Yueyin's busiest hours. Unless it is a super urgent event, you must go back in sequence.
Luo Nan thought about it, and built a temporary task to pull in He Yueyin, paper cutting, Xue Lei, and Cat's Eye. Only then did He Yueyin send information and documents to be shared by many parties.
The paper-cut looked at it: "Oh, Yuntu, this is the most suitable graphics software for making Magic Array. It seems that it is not a particularly closed genre. This may be good news."
Luo Nan noticed that the document showed a clear icon: "Six ears can be read."
"Of course, this kind of practical function still needs to be integrated."
Luo Nan saw Du Yong gritting his teeth at the read-only projection, but he did not want to copy the file to the computer anyway. He felt that there was indeed a problem with his buddy's brain. He sighed, "Forget it, use mine."
He directly docked the six ears with the projector without switching, read and open directly in the task window, set an open operating mode, remove the read-only limit, and everyone can operate.
He made a random note, leaving a clear trace on the magic circle, and retained it. The scratch was canceled again at the next moment. Try this a few times to confirm: "It can be modified now. You can try to recall it, find a feeling, and let us look at your thoughts. Rest assured, this is saved at any time ..."
Halfway through, Ronan rubbed his fingers, thoughtfully.
The feeling of passing through the light is very interesting, and it also gives him a more direct experience of the organization and way in which the energy information of the magic array operates. It makes the already blurred inspiration clear again, and the thinking is immediately immersed.
Du Yong first doubted the letter, but soon he saw the tool window of Yuntu software, and his heart was filled with great joy at once. Just about to operate, but seeing Mo Han and other little girls also tried to operate curiously, he yelled:
"Don't break the template."
This sound was already the limit of his scolding strength. Qiu Peipei, who was gentle and quiet, was the least daring. He took a step back and was sorry.
Mo Han was not afraid of him, and even more annoyed that he surprised his friend and said disdainfully: "With a rollback operation, what are you afraid of."
Du Yong was really shocked by his bad memory and shook his head again and again. At this time, he showed great rejection of all non-professionals.
There is no way to communicate with this neuroticism. Paper-cut knows this very well, so he turned to look at a group of boys and girls: "You don't want to play, our professions ... enthusiasts just discuss it here."
Mo Han looked at him with his eyes wide open: "Hey, do you want to clear the court and catch people?"
Of course, the paper-cut would not be bothered by a little girl, and she turned around and asked Luo Nan: "Otherwise, we will change places first."
He feels that there are six ears, data migration and the like, but it can't be simpler, and it can logically separate people, many words are easy to say.
But after turning his eyes, he saw Luo Nanzhong staring at the magic circle again, deaf to his suggestions. In desperation, he had to hit it again.
"Ah? Oh, wait." Luo Nan didn't come out so easily this time. His mouth echoed twice casually, his eyes still resting on the structure of the magic circle, and he reached out to touch.
Du Yong's tolerance for this "common way" is much higher, especially for the concentration, I like it very much, and I have some expectations. I can't help but ask: "Do you have inspiration?"
"Well, there is an idea. I think this magic circle has less texture."
"... which?"
"Texture, material realism." Luo Nan also needs others to communicate with him, while observing, while organizing language: "If the magic circle is regarded as a building, the structure and lines are regarded as rooms and pipelines, your template is more like It's the drawing state. There is no material, no filling. It's just a three-dimensional drawing. "
The part that Luo Nan didn't say is that the magic array set up by Huang last time, at least there is a real medium, which is essentially higher than this.
It is the gap between people that is beyond the picture.
And this gap is not that Du Yong, who is a former president of the Mysticology Research Society, is better than the unintentional Huang Mou.
Well, it is very likely that there is a spiritual level such as thoughts and desires.
Luo Nan did not continue this line of thinking. He was not a believer in the creation cult, and his desire to believe had nothing to do with him. He is more interested in other directions: can this "texture" be replaced in other ways, more specifically, by soul power and interference power?
Seeing Ronan in this state, paper-cutting is harder to disturb.
Geniuses like Ronan, see the world as being essentially different from others, and have different perspectives and depths on issues. The inspiration formed by such perspectives is very precious, and in case of destruction, who bears the responsibility?
With a hesitant effort, Tian Si next to him took the initiative to take over the task of scheduling: "Otherwise, let ’s go to Area A for a while. Luo Nan, the young landlord, is obviously not responsible, and I ’ll entertain, so as not to let him Continue to throw away the people of our Zhixing College. "
"Wow, Si sister's arrogance!" Tian Si deliberately "depreciated", apparently very much the appetite of a group of young men and women, but also to minimize their rejection, very effective.
On the other hand, Hu Huaying is also not stupid, so he sang a harmony with Tian Si: "I agree with Minister Tian's statement. The brains of this group of occult studies are not normal, and even the students of the sixth middle school think that we know the school. They all suffer from hysteria. Exactly, there is a VIP room above. If we want to retreat or not, let's relocate, and let them toss here. "
The temptation of the VIP room really surpasses that of the luxury box, and it is stronger than the public area of ​​the A zone. Many people's eyes light up in one word.
Hu Huaying gave Tian Si a glance, asked her to take care of it, turned her head back and asked Xie Junping for permission. The VIP room was booked by Xie Junping. A group of people will go to the VIP layer without the corresponding authority.
A group of boys and girls walked out the door, and Robbio whistled: "Normal bags, luxury bags, VIP rooms, it turns out that we are here to play today!"
Mo Peng nodded violently and said: "I have been expecting the ladies to dance for a long time. The light and shadow effect in the VIP room will definitely be better. Looking back at the light and shadow costume design, let me come. Dance clothes, sailor clothes, stewardess clothes and so on, we take turns up set."
"Color embryo, you!"
Ruan Zihui kicked him and Mo Peng giggled, opened the door violently to escape. Anyway, under the pull, the weight is not right, tight and loose, Mo Peng used the wrong energy, stumbled backwards, and hit Robbio. The gate was also opened, and someone planted it outside and fell into the mud directly.
"Hey?"
"Who ... Yue Zheng!"
Although the figure fell to the ground and struggled to get up, he was still recognized. At this time, Yue Zheng had a peripheral device, which already had the anti-collision function, but it was not painful, but it was really embarrassing.
Yue Zheng's all kinds of discomfort tonight, just crawled out of the vomit, another dog gnawed mud, his chin hit the smooth floor, his mouth, teeth, and tongue were injured, and a belly fire rushed up and climbed up. Mo Peng pushed a hand:
"My CNM, you're fooling!"
Mo Peng was a little embarrassed, but he was scolded directly on his face, and he also involved a close relative, and immediately changed his color. As for that push, it was nothing.
He wanted to scold it back, but after all he was thicker, and he sneered: "I still want to ask you, how does it feel to be hardened by various positions of the hand gun?"
Yue Zheng's face was pale and purple, and the only sensible string in his brain suddenly broke, and he cursed again, waving his fist and smashing it into Mo Peng's face.
In a hurry, everyone instinctively. Mo Peng is slightly fat, but he is a solid and flexible fat man. He has been beating on the real battlefield all the year round, making his reaction speed still higher than that of ordinary people. At this distance, he was short and did not have to use his fists and feet. He came directly to a bull. His rounded head was connected to the tactical helmet with horns and corners, and it reached between Yue Zheng's chest and abdomen.
The legs, feet, waist and abdomen are hard, and the impact is not small. Yue Zheng was not drinking. After the collision, he almost spit out. The worse thing is that the balance is exhausted.
Fortunately, there is a place to lean back. When I stumbled the garlic under my feet, my shoulders touched someone's chest, and the back of my head collided with something semi-soft or not. Immediately, I heard a depressed scream.
Later, oops cluttered, and the support just fell back, and then the hot and cold juice poured into the face, and Yue Zheng immediately fell into a daze.
Ears rang and mourned Mao Xun's hoarse slurs:
"My grass!"
Ju Maoxun lay down on the ground, also a bit ignorant.
It stands to reason that it is good for him to have a big fight. Anyway, they are all students of the sixth middle school, and they are also companions who come together. It is really troublesome, and the people who are embarrassing are also the people. He could watch the fire from the other side, and put two sarcasm to take advantage.
This was one of the best results he had in mind. Even if Yue struggled, he wanted to stab him in the back.
But how did it suddenly become like this?
After the short moment of ignorant past, the feeling on his face finally has a realistic explanation:
There was Yue competing on it, and his face was splashed with sticky juice, and the big glass of juice even hit his head. Of course, there are also the most painful nose bones, which makes Yue Zheng's head hit, and the bitter and smelly taste, mixed in the juice, flows into the mouth, and it is obviously blood.
Ju Maoxun could have avoided it. The Shuying Society under his command, most of the time, still appeared as a fighting club, and his skill was quite good.
But the problem is that there are too many people behind him, two waiters serving wine and fruit bowls, and two fox friends who have brought up for the momentum, the four people are tightly blocked. Out space.
Sure enough, it shouldn't be here!
Originally a lighthearted face-to-face journey, he turned into a gun head in front of him, that guy Gu Ling, and he was not a person on the road!
So he fell into this field.
You know, this is the A District of Shuanghe Reality, which is one of the most densely populated areas in Xiacheng, especially here is Yundu Shuiyi, which is a large living area. Passing back and forth are players from several colleges and high schools around him. They have a great overlap with his life circle. He fell here, his feet are facing up, his nostrils bleed, and his juices are all over his face. The flash is blinking.
No need tomorrow, tonight, his respect at this time will be spread to the forums of major universities ...
This is Ju Maoxun's last rational thought.
At the next moment, what face design, all collapsed, Ju Maoxun growled and pushed away the Yue Zheng who was still in a state of coercion. The location was smashed in the past:
"I chopped off your gangs!"
The dull impact sounded, and then the girl screamed.
In the harsh sound wave, Qiu Peipei fell backwards, planted in Mo Han's arms, and the frontal blood flowed like springs. The large glass of juice fell to the ground, still unbroken, and rumbling around.
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