It was not difficult to identify the structure, but the content of the rapidly flipped pages was no longer clear to be carried by low-quality images, and Ronan could only confirm that the content on it was very, very sloppy, blank in many places, and there seemed to be very little handwriting that was fully formed into strings......

Eventually, though, the flipped notes stuck on the first page, the title page of the notebook, to be exact. Here, for the first time, relatively complete and clear content is presented.

On top of that, the content is still so familiar:

It is a set of hand-drawn geometric figures, a combination of a tetrahedron and its inscribed and outward balls. And below this set of figures, there are four groups of sixteen-character short sentences.

Ronan will never forget even if he dies:

My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;

My heart is a mirror, and my heart is a country.

This is the sixteen-character formula that Ronan has been engraved in his soul since he was 10 years old, as well as the formatological figure used for visualization.

If you look at these alone, they are almost exactly the same as the content on each page of the paginated notebook that Ronan kept at home, at most the handwriting is a little sloppy.

In fact, it's not all.

On the most recognizable page seen so far, the most striking thing is the chaotic lines that have been scratched at random, and which have been cut in some places.

At first glance, it seems that he is seriously dissatisfied with the content of the writing, or it is simply emotional catharsis.

But Ronan already had a preconceived impression in his heart, and after careful distinction, he soon found that these chaotic lines were actually regular and handwriting!

It's just that the messy and trembling smearing when the pen is put down, resulting in the font only being roughly formed. There are two of them:

Cloak!

Ronan clutched the glass of water and remained motionless.

In his eyes, the blurry and messy lines, as if they had their own life tension, screamed to struggle out of nothingness, to distort the words and graphics on the title page; It was like an electric current piercing the brain, and in the cloud of memory, countless familiar images were inspired, like a thunderstorm in the depths of the mind, crashing over.

But in the end, what was clearly presented in Ronan's mind was just a small picture of madness:

It was the emaciated old man trapped in the ward, frantically waving his arms, kicking over everything he could destroy, and there he was screaming hoarsely:

"Burn the flames, burn through the dark curtain of this cloak!

"The new gods will step on the bones of the old gods and ascend to the throne!

"Come on, come on, see who is the master of the universe!"

Ronan subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to help, the virtual image of memory was shattered, and in front of him was the notebook that seemed to have just passed through the fire, he wanted to touch it, but in the end it was empty.

Ronan's movements froze, and the blood demon's voice sounded at the right time: "Don't worry, there's more to come!" ”

As he spoke, the person who took the note behind him picked up a little bit of black ash on the page, rubbed it on his fingertips, and raised his hand upwards again, out of the camera, I don't know what he was doing.

At this time, Ronan's brain could finally diverge in other directions, and it was natural to identify from the camera performance that the guy currently holding the note should be the cameraman himself.

And there should be a discussion here...... But Ronan didn't hear it.

"Where's the voice?"

"I'm sorry, but no." The blood demon shrugged, "I don't know how many hands this thing has been here, and it's normal to deal with it." ”

As he spoke, Ronan saw from the cameraman's first perspective that this guy suddenly exerted his strength, violently tore off the leather packaging of the notebook, and opened the loose-leaf iron clip

, tossing the appendages aside, along with the title page.

The rest is just a loose-leaf that has completely lost its shackles.

There was a slight pause in the image, perhaps another disposed of conversation. However, Ronan quickly guessed the content of the conversation, because at this time, a cluster of red light lit up in the dim room in the image, and it was coming from the side, which seemed to be the low-power state of the laser emitter......

But for the fragile paper, it is also a catastrophe.

The red light cut through the darkness and through the scattered pages, burning a fire in Ronan's virtual pupils. In just one moment, the flames brought up by the laser burned in half, destroying at least a third of them.

Ronan didn't know what the purpose of doing this was for these people in the video, but he was in a terrible mood, extremely bad.

At this moment, the blood demon suddenly said: "The key is here!" ”

As the words fell, the projection seemed to shake, the light suddenly dimmed, and the flames on the burning loosesheets were somehow extinguished.

Ronan wasn't there, and there was no sound to help him, so he couldn't guess the reason at all, but almost at the same time, the area where the camera was focused suddenly made a big deflection, from the suddenly dark broken loose-leaf to the leather packaging that had just been thrown away on the ground, and the title page that had been brought down.

The dark red beam lit up again, this time it was the title page in the middle of the ground - the problem was that the title page didn't burn immediately, but there was a wandering bright spot on it, and the page was slightly scorched.

It wasn't until the laser emitter became more powerful that the page finally couldn't stand it anymore and was burned into a hole, and the graphics and handwriting on it began to be engulfed in flames until they turned to ashes.

The camera zooms in, presumably the one who recorded it, trying to further grasp the particularity of this page. But as soon as the camera was stretched halfway, there was another violent shaking, as if there was a turning movement, but as soon as it started, the lens vision became chaotic, as if the cameraman himself was attacked.

"Here, here!" The Blood Demon seemed to be an incompetent narrator, "buzzing" from the side.

Needless to say, Ronan is also trying to distinguish the elements from the messy images.

In the violently shaking lens, there is still some burning light, so that you can occasionally see the loose pages that have been scattered in the air, once or twice......

From the third glimpse of these loose-sheets, Ronan suddenly found that these flying loose-sheets seemed to be still dissolving:

Even though the laser-lit flames on the pages have been inexplicably extinguished, these loose pages continue to disappear rapidly in the uncertain light and shadow, as if they are about to melt into the darkness that is becoming more and more dominant.

This is not an isolated phenomenon, but a consistent trend of all the loose pages in Ronan's footage.

These are not the end, in the chaotic scene, it seems that new elements have been mixed in - it seems that sand and dust have blown in!

Fine, dense grains of sand somehow blew into the room and hit the already embarrassed people inside. Then there was the instantaneous void, and the blood flower that quickly filled it.

This is...... Dust storm?

This concludes the imagery.

Ronan sat there, like a statue.

The blood demon coughed: "It is said that this image flowed out of the hands of that guy called the horned demon in your summer city...... Looks like you guys still have a deal before? ”

Horned Demon?

Human thinking is so strange that before there is a standard answer, you can't find it, and once you have an answer

case, many things can be associated.

Ronan immediately felt that the cameraman had made a move before, and that was the one who raised his hand in the ashes......

Why don't you just put it in your mouth and taste it?

So isn't the place where this video happened just now a 70-format laboratory wrapped in a corner of an unknown space by a sandstorm of "fog maze"?

This is a photo of the horned demon when he first entered the laboratory?

Ronan twitched the corners of his mouth, using this gesture to express his feelings: "Obviously, he kept a hand...... It was indeed a surprise. ”

"Personally, I thought that this video was quite valuable, but it is strange that the Horned Demon was not handed over to Toyama Auction House to verify the value of the lot."

"Lots?"

"That's right, this kind of notebook is not just a book!" The blood demon winked at Ronan, "It seems that the Horned Demon used a batch of ordinary notes to trick you?" ”

"It's up to me to decide whether it's ordinary or not. But from his subjective will, it is. Ronan began to spit fragrantly, "Damn bastard, keep your mouth shut about us. ”

But this "damn it" is quite appropriate now......

The blood demon laughed: "Since you are interested, brother, now I will talk about some information and analysis of this notebook."

"First of all, the background, you know that the Horned Demon entered your grandfather's laboratory left in the wilderness and carried it away. However, how he got in is tied to our previous 'keywords'. ”

"Cloak?"

"It's the 'Relic Cloak', the so-called 'Relic Artifact' of a small order in the wilderness, but no one knows what the 'Cloak' is...... Maybe you have a concept, brother? ”

"You mean evil...... The Luo Order? ”

Ronan blurted out, but the first word was halfway out and he swallowed it back. It is already clear which "Luo" in the cult of Cult refers to, so why pour dirty water on one's own body?

The blood demon raised his eyebrows again: "Sure enough, you know." ”

The blood demon's understanding of Ronan should be a little biased.

In fact, Ronan really didn't know what kind of so-called "holy cloak" Wu Jun's side was, but he had been deeply involved in the follow-up hunting and excavation operations of the Horned Demon and the Amaterasu Sect, and by the way, he gave them a ruthless blow.

Before Ronan could figure out how to correct the blood demon's cognitive bias, the latter woke up first:

"No, if you have always had a relationship with the Luo Order, how could you possibly let the Horned Demon get your hands on it? Could it only be that after the fact, was the Amaterasu Order's behavior over there so high-profile? Hmm, wait! ”

The blood demon seemed to think of something.

This guy's brain is too good to use......

Ronan didn't want to give the blood demon a chance to explore further, at least not yet, so he said straightforwardly: "Just talk about the notes." ”

The blood demon said "uh-huh" twice, a little reluctant, so he could only reorganize his language: "Okay, since you have an understanding of the relevant background, let's get straight to the point." The Horned Demon was from the Evil, well, the Luo Order, who found the entrance to the Wilderness Laboratory, and at the time they were an expedition team, the kind that broke into the door, you know. ”

Maybe Luo Yuan, who is also the source of intelligence.

Ronan held the glass of water and silently added it in his heart.

He suddenly wandered a little: in terms of intelligence, Luo Yuan's role is only more important.

That guy, knowing the standard answer, let the horned demon go around in a circle, using Wu Jun's Luo Sect as a breakthrough, and finally made the Amaterasu Sect enter, provoking the True God and the Pope, why?