Contrary to the staccato statements, Song Kan's mind flashed through the countless first-hand information he had collected in the observation center for more than ten years.

They are stored in a systematic manner, in separate categories. The observation center, as well as other relevant departments of the laboratory, have carried out various comparisons, experiments, and calculations through these data, and roughly described the magical process of space-time plane interaction.

After seeing more, Song Kan also seems to have a magical sense—even if many phenomena are not intuitive enough or even chaotic, he can still catch similar traces from the chaotic phenomena.

He didn't know if it was an experience or if it was his own supernatural ability.

"It's not easy to see this." In front of him, the tall beauty holding the scroll praised softly.

Oh, this should be Wu Cao, His Majesty the Martial Emperor, an important person in this auction, and at the internal ventilation meeting before he came, he focused on this person's information, and like Ronan, he is a person who needs to be extra careful.

Song Kan faced this, and he was really under a lot of pressure.

However, so far, this one has the most kind attitude. Moreover, she should be the one who put forward the "link" before.

Looks like an insider!

Song Kan's complicated thoughts were not mentioned, and after His Majesty the Martial Emperor praised him, he slowly walked to the equipment installation area with the most deformation, and did not stop to watch until the "starting point" where the crack was torn.

The others didn't follow, but more or less shifted their attention that way.

His Majesty the Martial Emperor has been discussing the rhythm of the question: "Do you think that the support on the 'opposite side' is solid enough?" ”

Song Kan blurted out: "Didn't you say 'link' before? ”

"Oh, it seems that the hero sees something in the same way."

Song Kan was a little floating under his feet, but fortunately, he finally gritted his teeth and reluctantly replied: "...... You've won a prize. ”

That being said, the technician's little emotion still made him open the conversation again:

"At present, the conditions for the intersection of planes have not been fully met, but there is an interaction similar to 'gravity', but there is already some directivity and even prescriptiveness here. Unfortunately, I don't have the equipment at hand to measure the specific data...... But it's hard to imagine how this kind of property can be given by pure human power. ”

Song Kan was sure that before Ronan's arrival, the booth and the equipment on the booth would not have had the corresponding feeling. be

Ronan gives this place an activity that is exclusive to the Temporal Conflict......

At least some kind of sign.

"Tell me more?"

Not only His Majesty the Martial Emperor, but also Ms. Dale was also interested in having a deep chat.

This greatly satisfied Song Kan's vanity, but at this time, he saw the subtle eyes of several researchers nearby.

The brainskin was suddenly excited, just now, what did he say!

What he said was all sensitive information from the observation center, and further down, it might be a leak...... It may be said that the secret has been leaked.

Song Kan was a little confused for a while, what to say and what not to say later, and he couldn't help but "fight between heaven and man" in his heart. didn't wait for the "war" to end, and the expressions of the bigwigs in front of him had some subtle changes.

Looking at the direction of the eyes of several people, it is obvious that their attention has shifted elsewhere.

Song Kan felt that his heart was a little blocked, but it was not just an emotional impact, it was indeed a stuffy chest, like a huge exhibition hall, the air quality plummeted, and it was dirty.

At this time, he heard the pale man "tsk": "The body smell of the lion...... Over the years, it has intensified! ”

"Bad breath, it's inevitable that the corpse will eat too much." His Majesty the Martial Emperor waved the scroll in his hand, as if he wanted to fan away the turbidity around him, and then sighed again, "It's all trouble after all." ”

"Which one?"

Zhang Yingying didn't see any powerful people coming.

Of course, she couldn't see it, because the targets of several transcendent species were at least half a cruise ship away from the exhibition hall.

"Baiji, that old slippery head...... Amaterasu Shinto is leaking on all sides, I'm afraid it's not going to collapse. ”

In a cabin suite in Area E of the cruise ship, a black man who looked rather fat spewed out from between his teeth, closed the notebook in his hand, and threw it on the bookcase next to him.

Finally, his thick palm pressed against the faded and raw-edged outer skin of the notebook, and crushed it twice so hard that the "hissing" of the pages below could be heard.

For a moment, the man even wanted to add a little more effort and crushed the notebook to the ball.

However, even if he is a "black lion" who is famous for his ferocity, in the face of the abyss, the rigorous and densely woven oppressive ideas, as well as the two "old acquaintances" accompanying it, in addition to symbolically taking a round to show that "Lao Tzu is not afraid of anyone", it is difficult to make more radical moves.

After all, he is

Horizontal, but not stunned.

The kind of hairy guy who starts the transcendent kind of bombardment at every turn, there is really no seriousness under his hands.

There are also blood demons and ten thousand flowers......

Go Hugh!

Anyway, when I went back to Hancheng, there were still physical objects to be seen.

The black lion grinned, and the dark golden teeth in the black hole cavity also looked particularly hideous.

"You, come here." The black lion gestured at a "black suit" standing guard at the door of the ensuite bedroom, who was slightly startled but quickly stepped forward.

The black lion roughly stuffed the notebook into the chest placket of the "black suit", and then knocked it with his fist: "Take this, go to the exhibition hall in the C12 area, and put it in the booth of the 70 laboratory...... If someone asks you on the road, just give it to him. ”

How well-trained Ren "Black Suit" is, in the face of this vague order, he is also a little confused:

"Does anyone want to give it all?"

"Who else can ...... this broken book?"

Halfway through his words, the black lion was suddenly stunned again, thinking of some links that he hadn't considered before, but he didn't mean to correct it, but with a little curse-like evil thoughts, he grinned again, revealing black and gold fangs:

"Okay, it's a talent, what's your name? Forget it, Tool Man No. 1, just do as you say! ”

"Black suit", no, "Tool Man No. 1" became more and more confused, and wanted to ask again, but was simply and rudely interrupted by Black Lion:

"Fuck off."

"Tool Man No. 1" immediately shut up and turned to go out.

The black lion got up from the overwhelmed chair and stretched out, his thin shirt almost torn apart by his huge belly. In this regard, the black lion has long been accustomed to this, so he staggered to the door of the suite bedroom and pushed the door straight in.

As an absolute VIP, the size of the suite where the Black Lion lives is quite high, and the space is very spacious.

However, when I entered the bedroom, my senses were suddenly much narrower. The reason is simple:

There are too many people in it, and the connections between people are too complicated.

Five young men and women, stiff but sane, were chained in special chains and placed in various parts of the room. The criss-crossed ducts, which extend from them, form a complex structure like a spider's web.

And in the center of this "pipe network", Jeff Ells is half-seated and half-lying, nestled in the luxurious bed of the room, his eyes closed, as if he has fallen asleep.