Ronan's form froze suddenly, and at this point he returned to his normal standing position, just staring blankly ahead, as if there was an unmistakable image in front of him, attracting his full attention.

"Whew!" The octopus was finally able to breathe normally, and the feeling of restraint throughout his body disappeared.

Who's hysterical, and why do I think the ghost is overwhelmed? He had the heart to complain, but now the whole hall was filled with another kind of suffocating atmosphere.

Some of the people looked at Ronan, and some looked in front of Ronan, but none of them understood what was there.

But Ronan was still moving at this time, he stretched out his hand, his index finger protruded slightly, as if he wanted to draw something, and he didn't put down the pen for a long time.

At present, the octopus is the closest person to Ronan, and there is an inexplicable pressure behind him, and when he turns his head and sees that Cat's Eye has also stood up from behind the sofa, he tiptoes over, and the two are companions, seemingly safer......

Ahh

It's really Ronan who feels too weird now, and the octopus won't forget the feeling of being locked in his body breath just now. Isn't there a problem with the strength of the mental interference matter in the words...... Is his cognition outdated?

Looking at Ronan's posture again, the octopus couldn't help but have a strong curiosity, he swept his gaze, and saw the monitoring instrument he brought over, which was mounted with a projector, and he had used it to watch and watch the program before. He blinked, leaned over cautiously, turned on the projector's drawing function, and spilled a flash of light, adjusting it to the tip of Ronan's fingertips.

In this way, what exactly Ronan is depicting can be roughly figured.

The octopus also admires his own ideas. However, as soon as the position was set, a hand next to him stretched out and turned off the projector with a click.

It was a cat's eye that stretched out her hand, and for some reason, her face was a little pale now, and her expression was serious: "Don't die." ”

"Huh?"

Qin Yikun was more familiar with him, and he also shook his head and said, "Too sensitive." ”

Octopuses are also smart people, they understand in seconds when they hear words, and they know that they are doing things poorly. In this dangerous time, any information about Ronan's abilities should be kept as confidential as possible to avoid being seized by those who care about it.

Even if they can all be trusted, it is said that a place like Gear has been infiltrated into a sieve by various forces, and there may be invisible cameras in every corner that cannot be detected. Just now, it was just a medical injection, and now he is recording Ronan's wonderful state and its results, which is all spy work.

The octopus raised his hand and signaled that his brain was pumping.

It was also at this time that Ronan's fingers finally determined the position of the pen and began to wander to depict, with no obvious pointing or trace, and the others were completely unclear about what Ronan was plastering.

Maybe the cat's eye can feel it a little, but the details ...... As the monk said, it's the details that matter.

Ronan was in a strange sense of consciousness at this time, digging into the details. In front of his eyes, the starry sky interface of the Void Brain APP is presenting.

In the center of the Void Brain Outline, countless stars were densely packed, forming a bright star cluster like a silver heart, and at the edge of the Void Brain Outline, a match villain composed of a few stars and their connections had just moved here.

In fact, the original position of this stickman was inside the virtual brain, but after the combination of the virtual brain APP and the drawing software, Ronan's gestalt blended with it, and the self-formatted star picture was also mixed with it and changed its form.

After Ronan found out, he restored the stickman with his memory, and the owner was in the corner of the virtual brain interface. But he didn't want this cautious move to become the key for him to break out of the state of ignorance.

Not to mention, the silhouette of this stickman can secretly match the mysterious posture on the photo of grandpa and father.

Of course, the most important thing is that it and the photograph clearly show a certain form, a certain meaning.

If it were Ronan in the past, he might still wonder the logic behind this similarity, but now, under the impact of surging inspiration, he is like the most radical painter who has entered the state, and what he draws with his fingertips is what he thinks in his heart.

When he had all his savings, he reached forward with his fingers and clicked a little among the dense stars inside the outline of his brain.

The first "pen" is not at the edge of the star cluster, but in a certain area on the upper side, although the star cluster at this time is a combination of self-format and stickman, but the stars are dense, the points are disordered, and it is easy to get lost in it.

Only the combination of the three parties, with the consciousness of that moment, can extract the outline of the vein, re-draw the invisible drawing, and see the true meaning to the greatest extent.

Ronan's fingertips descended from one to the other, connecting the stars like drawing a complex constellation map.

He treats this process as a sketch, but it is more difficult, not only to paint the picture in his mind, but also to make sure that its lines travel between the points of the stars.

It's difficult, it's a limitation, but it's also a real detail that the existing interface gives him.

Ronan was still in that wonderful artistic conception at this time, with clear ideas and constant inspiration. When the first stroke falls, it is out of control, but in three or five seconds, the outline has already taken shape. As time passed, the star map gradually materialized, appearing as a dancing villain with kicks and waving arms.

It's like the stickman before the virtual brain, and it's more refined;

Just like the ridiculous appearance of the two closest relatives in the photo, it is more abstract;

As for the bright star cluster, it is divided into clearer layers by this connection. In its center, there are dancing figures, while on the shoulders, hands and feet, chest, back, top of the head, and soles of the feet, it is constrained into eight groups of still vague structures, like eight mysterious runes, that surround them.

Of course, in the center of it all, the dancing figure is the most complete and mysterious one.

When the layers are drawn and the outlines are complete, the epiphany feeling is not exhausted in the brushstrokes just now, but is like a tide under the full moon, with the back waves pushing the front waves, piling up layer by layer.

The incredible power swelled out of this figure, and Ronan was shocked at this time, in fact, this figure, the energy contained in this figure, was in his body, filling all his limbs and bones, all over the tips and fingertips of his hair, everywhere, everywhere.

Because of this, it can almost be seen as an overlap with him, from top to bottom, from the inside out, and without the limitations of the physical body, to the extreme flow of change, to interpret his forms, syllables, moods and verve.

And Ronan already knew that it was an "I" word.

Although it is different from any kind of writing in the world, its three-dimensional structure cannot be written on paper, and the syllables are not ordinary habits of pronunciation, and even involve various information changes in mental state and spiritual level, which is incredibly complex.

But simplifying its meaning to the extreme, and accommodating it to the extreme, it is still a "I" word!

The word "I" stands in the present, regardless of its shape and sound, and only the transparent and white meaning can run throughout, pushing Ronan to continue to exhaust its details, until the epiphany impulse is exhausted.

But until the outline is clear, and the complex internal structural connections are nearing completion, the driving force in Ronan's mind is still strong.

In fact, this text and this meaning are highly consistent with the concept that he has adhered to and followed for many years, and there is no deviation at all. And the details it presents, every dot, every structure, every change, seem to have been engraved in his memory and soul for a long time.

It's not about opening up a new world, it's about finding the original home of your dreams.

Later, enlightenment, memory, and resonance have dominated everything, and the power that erupts is more like a river that gathers hundreds of rivers, advancing layer by layer, and there is no end to it.

Driven by this power, Ronan has ignored everything he knows and feels, and only ponders and experiences on the word "I". Gradually, the intricate details were exhausted, and the area to be touched became narrower and narrower, and before he knew it, he suddenly reached some indescribable limit, and the surging force suddenly hit the impregnable high wall of the embankment, and then violently slammed into it, and then contracted sharply.

The starry sky at the interface of the void brain instantly collapsed and condensed into one point, and all of Ronan's perceptions and consciousness collapsed simultaneously. I don't know how long it took to be in the chaos, and in the chaos, the crack suddenly opened.

The first line wears recklessness, the first line is quiet and bright, and the first line runs through nothing.

Three straight lines crisscross through it, just above the origin that collapsed to the limit, like a coordinate system, but it is not mathematics, but an intuition.

In this way, the unique information structure expands from point to line, from line to surface, and then into three-dimensional space, and continues to flow. In the process, the inside and outside of Xia City, the surrounding seas and wilderness, as well as the hundreds of millions of creatures living and reproducing on it, are manifesting their new concepts layer by layer.

These objectively existing things, creatures, and changes seem to have been re-depicted by an excellent painter, presenting an incredibly vivid posture.

Ronan's eyes were reopened, and he looked at it all, new and stunned. It seems that there is enough information hidden in every detail, and there are more subtle things that are presented in the scope of his soul cloak and contemplation.

That's like...... Like countless fragile bubbles, most of which are not fixed at all, or even not really formed, even if they show a variety of colors, they are still disillusioned and generated in large areas in a very short period of time.

Ronan looked at these as if he were watching the undulating waters near the shore. The bubbles that pushed and died, with their astonishing numbers, did form a grand scale like the sea, and painted the world with dazzling colors.

Although it was the first time he had witnessed such a spectacle, he had a strong feeling that eventually formed a judgment, even if it was completely different from what he was used to:

This is...... The world of spirits!

Just as he was about to take a closer look, there was suddenly a cold and high force, like flying to the strange peak, forcibly crashing in, so that this gorgeous scenery violently vibrate. Here, familiar ideas are presented:

"I'm very serious about preparing for class."