Chapter 1223: Start again (below)

Yan Yongbo suddenly opened his eyes, and the mist of dreams shattered. The dim cabin enveloped his vision, and the dizzy night light shimmered over the simple furnishings inside. Although vague, there was a comforting sense of reality.
He sat up, his thoughts were moving, and the lighting in the cabin was bright, further highlighting the sense of reality.
Perhaps it was this sense of reality that came so quickly that everything that happened in the dream was diluted, no matter how he recalled it, he couldn't remember the scene in the dream for a while.
Just know that it must be a nightmare.
It was only then that he realized that his body was sweating profusely, and even his hair was wet.
Yan Yongbo did not have the full energy he should have after a rest. On the contrary, he was very tired and his brain was chaotic. It wasn't until I got up to wash my face in the bathroom that I felt a little awake.
Pressing the basin, water drops dripping from his forehead and temples, like his memories of dreams, bit by bit... better than nothing.
Yan Yongbo remembered that in his dream, he seemed to have been fighting non-stop, in a chaotic battlefield surrounded by vague and crazy enemies.
As for how the fight started, he didn't remember at all.
He only remembered that the number of enemies never decreased, and they got stronger and stronger, until he was outnumbered and beaten to death by a gang, but then came back to life without any logic, and started the next round without interruption.
It is meaningless to demand the logic of dreams before and after, but the exhaustion caused by the long "endless battle" mode is paradoxically continued and accumulated until the layers are stacked, making him almost crazy—perhaps He had gone mad, had a nervous breakdown, and touched the human body's alert mechanism before suddenly waking up.
Yan Yongbo raised his face and cast his gaze on the mirror on the wall, looking at the image of himself reflected in the mirror.
At this time, he was really embarrassed. Unclean water droplets made marks on his face. The eyeballs were densely covered with blood, and then there was a bulging and twitching tiny blood vessel network, which had begun to radiate to the surrounding cheeks, like a small piece of blood. cobweb…
At a certain moment, the blood vessels and muscles that twitched too much seemed to be spliced ​​into a tiny spider shape, allowing it to quickly crawl over this "cobweb".
Yan Yongbo's back chilled and shivered.
He closed his eyes and opened them again, finally without that terrible hallucination.
However, why do you have such a dream?
Yan Yongbo settled his mind and projected the picture of the portable brain system onto the mirror. The system shows the applications he used the most time and frequency before going to bed, mainly live broadcast and intranet communication software.
"Is it because I watched too much?"
Yan Yongbo wondered if he watched the replay of Ronan's live broadcast before going to bed again, and remembered the situation of the experimental site too deeply...Also, the discussion about this matter through the intranet and his subordinates strengthened the impression. Added all kinds of conjectures.
It must be said that Ronan’s two live broadcasts in the past month or so are like shocking bullets exploding under their feet for members of the Burner system.
The time at Te City Beach can only show that Ronan has an unimaginable understanding of the prototype format, the Burner system, and the Deep Blue platform, as well as the weapon that can be used for in-depth "segmentation". Unusual control of the system.
In such a display, the headache is the system platform developer and the existing controller, which has nothing to do with most of the executors-of course, on the premise of not being an enemy of Ronan.
But this time on the seabed outside of Xiacheng, on the proving ground of the general cargo hold, what Ronan expressed had too much impact on them.
Without modification and without cores, it can also ignite the fire of formats, and can also control complex platforms. What does this mean?
If there is no need to modify the human body, and the implantation of the movement is not necessary, is it necessary for them to burn?
Yan Yongbo is in the circle of the most elite Burners that has been upgraded to the seventh-generation movement. There are such concerns and myths. There is a sense of fear that he will be overwhelmed by the surging wave of the times before he has used what he has learned. .
As a result, many people felt resentment towards Ronan, thinking that this young man who was suspected of having acquired some kind of secret knowledge was tearing down their platform, planing their roots, and betraying the heroes who have been fighting hard in the counterattack against the wilderness for these years!
This trend is beneficial to Yan Yongbo-of course, there is no lack of his deliberate guidance and hints.
In fact, he is by no means the only one doing this.
As far as he knows, in the Burner group, similar "guidance work" has already appeared in an organized manner, whether it is in Quantum Corporation, Deep Blue and Apocalypse Laboratories, or within the military system...
It may be that too much discussion has continued to magnify the emotions that the young man brings to him, so that too much pressure is congested in the subconscious, which leads to nightmares...
That's right, that's it.
Yan Yongbo held the basin in his hand and looked at the mirror up close.
The mirror shows the earth time. When the time zone was set, he chose Xiacheng in a mysterious way. Now the system shows that it is 6:10 on July 1st, Xiacheng time, which is exactly the morning.
In the past dozens of hours... In fact, since Ronan turned out to be born, he has been unable to avoid these things.
At first, it is a tasteless beverage, you can choose to drink it or not;
Suddenly it overflowed and turned into a flood that washed away all common sense;
At this time, the pressure had accumulated into a bottomless deep ocean, and he was trapped in it.
This is no different from nightmares.
Yan Yongbo looked at the still young face in the mirror, vaguely the same as it was more than ten years ago. He was in a daze, then grinned again, his teeth fluttered:
"Luo Zhongheng, Sister Qing Wen...your son, what annoying!
"There should be many people in the world who feel exactly the same as mine, but why can't we work together to crush him?"
The question of self-talk, there is no second half.
In other words, the vague answer is in my mind:
I was probably afraid that he would be crushed to death by that guy in turn!
The light suddenly jumped on the mirror, it was a reminder of communication access. Yan Yongbo had the idea of ​​rejecting the caller's name at first glance.
But in the end, he chose to connect.
Yuan Wuwei’s voice came out: "I will come to my laboratory in five minutes. No, it can only be called a confinement room. It is confining my inspiration! I would rather jump into space, at least there is a very strange change happening there. I need to understand it..."
Then you go.
Yan Yongbo complained inwardly, and said coldly, "I won't be there in five minutes."
Yuan Wuwei didn't care either: "Then as soon as possible, I need to get some information from you."
Yan Yongbo frowned: "I have no research on your field."
Yuan Wuwei said twice: "I didn't count on you, but if I want to figure out the strange and weird relationships around the earth, I need to have a better understanding of the'new planes'."
Yan Yongbo suddenly had an ominous premonition
Just listen to Yuan Wuwei continuing to speak: "The person who now claims to have a new plane, Ronan, is your enemy? Didn’t they all say, "The one who knows you best is your enemy"? Then you come and play. The value of the'enemy'."
"…I have nothing to say."
"You mean, compared to him, you don't even have the qualifications of an enemy?"
"Om" loudly!
Yan Yongbo felt like a bullet pierced his skull, and the nerves of his brain issued a desperate alarm.
Maybe for a few seconds, Yan Yongbo's consciousness went blank.
After he recovered his sanity, he discovered that he did not know when he had hung up the communication. But the center of the mirror in front of him was hit hard, and the cobweb-like cracks realized full coverage on the mirror surface, which may completely collapse at any time.
The broken mirror reflected his face, and the overlapping images shattered, causing the vascular web at the corner of his eye to continue to be distorted and expanded. In a trance, there was another colorful and gloomy spider walking silently and disappearing behind the mirror.
"Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk."
"Enter."
The door opened and the bodyguard captain walked into the living room of the executive suite. Not surprisingly, she saw Wen Huilan wearing a light and loose nightgown, sitting on the sofa, holding a glass in one hand, and gently rubbing her eyebrows in front of her. On the short table, there are scattered wine bottles, at least seven or eight in appearance.
"Insomnia again?"
"It's just to avoid nightmares."
Wen Huilan, who hadn't closed her eyes for two nights, had slightly dim eyes and a more profound smile on her lips. Everything else was fine, her skin was still white and shiny, her chest and long legs exposed outside her nightgown, It has the temptation that the sunglasses can't block it.
The bodyguard captain's eyes were slanted, his language organization skills dropped instantly, and he could only make the simplest statement of facts:
"The live broadcast has started again."
"Received a reminder... I dare not look at it."
The captain of the bodyguard almost thought that the woman was acting like a baby at him. This time he spoke a little longer: "It seems to be back to the topic. There is no Ronan... There is unconfirmed information, saying that Hacheng is already doing reception. His preparation."
She regretted it when she said it. Wen Huilan would only know this kind of information better than him.
But Wen Huilan acted like she just knew this time:
"Yes?"
In the talking room, the color light in the living room lights up, the projection area is opened, and after a little adjustment, there is a live broadcast screen cut in.
The bodyguard noticed that it was ZM's live broadcast room.
Wen Huilan still laughed at herself: "This way the pressure will be less."
In the live broadcast, Long Qi drives his sidecar motorcycle to Zhixing Academy, which has fully entered the vacation, and meets Ruiwen.
Under the "welcome" of the ink, he wore his inner armor, which looked mighty, but in fact he entered the down elevator tightly and went to the underground laboratory of North Shore Gear, still not forgetting to confirm with Ruiwen there again:
"Boss Luo is really not there?"
"Well, he went to Harbin."
"Armageddon...very good! I mean, he needs his rescue there."
Long Qi exhaled so much that the artificial intelligence-style greetings of the "banner bearer" in his ears became pleasing to the ear.