The main body of the city is still sleeping in the dark, smeared with neon and street lamps. The city's light and mist also sprinkled into the sky, reflecting an ominous cloud pattern.

The earthquake clouds have not yet dissipated, but fortunately the crows are still sleeping peacefully on the street trees, preserving the quiet that the early morning should have.

On a large tree near the high-rise apartment, the ink was sensitive, and it opened its eyes to see Ronan running under the tree, spinning and closing his eyes and napping.

In a giant metropolitan area like Xiacheng, high-rise buildings are connected to each other through magnetic tracks, overpasses, green corridors, and self-propelled conveyor belts, just like a dense forest surrounded by leaves and vines.

Ronan was like a tiny worm, swallowing the morning dew and trudging through the forest.

His lips and teeth opened slightly, and his larynx, mouth, and nasal cavity vibrated sufficiently, making a sound that at first glance sounded like the "buzzing" sound of insects flapping their wings.

In fact, Ronan is "My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace; I say the mirror in my heart, and I say the country in my heart", these sixteen words are recited repeatedly, and it is only because the syllables are coherently condensed and blended together with the rhythm of breathing that this strange sound is formed.

Occasionally, there was also a person who got up for a morning jog, staggered past him, confused by the sound, and turned his head to look. He has always focused on moving forward, and his pace and pace have remained in a relatively stable range.

After an hour of continuous workout, Ronan turned onto a self-propelled conveyor belt to get over the wide space between the two tall buildings. This is a scheduled "rest stop", the exercise is paused, but the chanting continues.

His breathing was relatively smooth, and his long-term resonance and pronunciation caused hypoxia and made the cranial cavity faintly swollen, but compared to the effect of drugs that were gradually accumulating and spreading, it was pediatric again.

The psychotropic ingredients contained in the drugs injected before going out are playing a role one after another.

In fact, any normal person, including many years of addiction, who injects such a dose of high-purity psychotropic drug ingredients through intravenous injection at one time, will instantly disturb the nervous system and kill him in the shortest possible time.

However, after more than five years and nearly 2,000 gradual and in-depth and constantly adjusted tolerance processes, Ronan's appearance is no different from that of a normal person, but the structure of the inner nervous system has undergone subtle but profound changes.

He is still alive and feeling the changes in his body.

More than 20 kinds of psychotropic drug ingredients break through the barrier of the blood-brain barrier, like more than 20 invisible knives, selecting different targeted neurons and modifying and carving them again and again.

This kind of "carving" is destined to be rough and violent.

The brain itself does not feel pain, but under the action of drugs, dozens or hundreds of neurotransmitters such as dopamine, norepinephrine, glutamate, and neurovasopressin secreted by it release a tidal wave of information, which acts on every piece of skin, every organ, and every corner of the body through the conduction of neurons.

I can't describe what it was like, and Ronan didn't want to describe it. It can only be said that this is much better than the initial appearance of limb spasms, incontinence, and even cardiopulmonary failure.

To change the basic structure of the human body that has been passed down for thousands of generations in just a few years, there is a price to pay.

Ronan was already at peace in his heart.

He closed his eyes and focused more on chanting and breathing.

Ronan's chanting breathing technique was passed down from his grandfather. It is nominally an "auxiliary" to the carving of drugs, but with human will, how can it be possible to control the changes at the molecular level of cells?

Therefore, Ronan believes that its main function is to maintain mental concentration, activate qi and blood, and in addition, it is quite occult "visualization".

Ronan closed his eyes, and the tetrahedral figure corresponding to the "Sixteen-Character Mantra", as well as its inscribed and circumscribed spheres, were clearly presented in his mind, rotating around the center and layer by layer, as if in front of his eyes.

After about ten seconds, Ronan opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Visualize the graphics working fluently and everything is fine.

At this time, the self-propelled conveyor belt had only walked a little halfway, and Ronan relaxed his mind and looked at the city in the early morning. Not far away, is a nightclub street in Summer City.

Many people say that the life side of Xia Cheng is not completely opened until midnight, the early morning is the afterglow, and as for the day, it is just the charging stage of the machine. In this huge and crowded city, under every cluster of lights, there is a playground for people to release their pleasure, especially in the most prosperous nightclub area.

Under the neon light, there is a group of men and women, dressed in messy clothes, who come out of a certain nightclub, all stumbling. Just because someone in front of him was a little slower, and the car behind hit the car in front, it rolled into a mess, like a wriggling fat worm, and couldn't get up.

They weren't annoyed, just there you pushed me, I pulled you, hee-hee-ha, obviously after an all-night, exhausted of strength, only the excess secretion of dopamine, still conducted between neurons.

They are so spontaneous and indulgent, as if to say, "Look, this is the life of a young man!"

In the chaos, a luxury flying car glides through the street in an unmanned state, stops on the side, and the classic butterfly door opens handsomely.

In the squirming human body, there was finally a tall man, struggling to get up, during this time, he kissed almost all the women around him, and in the laughter and scolding of his companions, he grabbed a long-legged girl on the side, half dragged and half hugged, and went to the car.

The light of the neon lights on the nightclub street just illuminated the man's face clearly, and Ronan happened to recognize it.

"It's him...... It's a good specimen. ”

Ronan's heart moved, and he observed the men and women more carefully, and after half a minute, the loose-leaf notes that never left him came into play. He used an electronic pen to quickly draw the general outline of the area on a soft screen in the shape of a paper page.

The self-propelled conveyor belt traveled for Ronan for 75 seconds, removing the previous consumption, and in the remaining tens of seconds, Ronan's pen only formed a draft with messy and interlaced lines. He didn't mean to continue, and when the conveyor belt was at an end, he put away his pen, glanced down, and walked straight away.

When he turned his head, he saw that the man who had triggered his idea of drawing had somehow noticed his presence, raised his face, and looked at him blankly.

The eyes of the two crossed in the void, and Ronan didn't go to his heart, still chanting continuous syllables, forming a vibrato like insects flapping their wings, and continued to exercise in the morning.

As for the slight noise coming from afar, it was naturally filtered out.

Xie Junping felt like he was going crazy.

The call that tore the throat did not have any effect, and the figure on the self-propelled conveyor belt still left without looking back.

Those friends and friends at his feet are still giggling under the action of irritating compounds, and the "long legs" who just felt pleasing to the eye are holding his waist and smirking, groping to untie his trouser belt.

Xie Junping is really going crazy.

"Fuck off!"

He forcibly pushed the "long legs" out of the way and plunged headlong into the car, locking the doors of the car no matter how the group of garbage outside shouted. At this time, the "light film" contact lens produced by Quantum Company made a simple analysis of the data just collected and mapped it on the retina.

The "candid photographer" on the flyover, which appears on the photograph taken instantaneously, reveals a blurred side face. The "plum blossom bamboo pattern" school emblem of Zhixing College on the sportswear is circled by a red frame.

A little later, the "Phantom" on-board intelligent brain also analyzed the surrounding environment data automatically recorded by the alert system, and the analysis results were transmitted back one after another.

It's much clearer than a photo taken urgently, but it turns out that there is nothing left to chance.

When Xie Junping saw that the "candid photographer" with the hood and hijab was still writing and drawing with a notebook in his hand, he smashed his fist on the steering wheel.

The flying car whistled, and a second cargo outside who was knocking on the window of the car was so startled that he leaned back, and before his butt hit the ground, the flying car had started in an instant and roared away.

To be seen, to be seen!

Xie Junping knocked on his head hard, if it was a different time and place, a rich boy who was good at socializing, it was nothing to have a little problem in his private life, but the situation is different now.

According to the association's arrangement, he should now be in the satellite city of Mangchong, in charge of a post-disaster charity donation activity. Last night, he was indeed in Mangzhong, but in order to participate in the carnival party, he broke away from the team, sneaked out, and drove hundreds of kilometers back to Xia City. Originally, I was thinking that I would return immediately after the party was over, but who would have thought that I would be caught by a student of our school.

He is now fighting for the Honor Society's Legion of Seniors and is trying to take it a step further in the student union, which is a crucial stage in establishing a "position in the circle" that is equivalent to a "general election."

If it is required by the standards of politicians, lying, betraying trust, and being inconsistent are of course necessary qualities, but if they are kicked out, it is simply fatal...... Deadly stupidity!

What's more, now that there are continuous earthquakes in Xiacheng, people's hearts are panicking, and everyone's psychological endurance is declining. What used to be a small thing can now be a big thing!

Yes, something big is wrong!

The car phone rang, and it was from the group of friends just now. Xie Junping was still in a hurry, and he forgot to arrange many things, he hurriedly connected, and before he could speak, Lian Yu's vague scolding came first:

"Xie Junping, you bastard!"

The background sound is the strange laughter of the bad friends.

Xie Junping closed his eyes, by the way, he actually forgot ...... Lian Yu, this slut who was just about to untie his belt, actually has a master, and his real boyfriend is also a member of the Honor Society!

"Fuck me!"

Xie Junping slammed the steering wheel again, so powerful that even the car brain had to warn him, but it was after this venting that he finally recovered some clarity from his hangover and panic.

Calm down, be calm! As long as it is not exposed on the Internet immediately, there will always be a chance of redemption.

He tried to maintain his calm tone and said in a low voice: "Lianyu, you go wash your face now, I have something to tell you......"

Lian Yu is still drunk: "Xie Junping, you ...... mix"

"Go wash your face, now!" Xie Junping roared loudly, wishing to shatter the car phone.

The wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushes millions of corpses; If the soldier will be angry, he will shed five steps of blood!

However, they just hung up the phone neatly, and Xie Junping could only be angry and grabbed the ground with his head......

With his head on the steering wheel, Xie Junping forced himself to calm down. He is actually quite self-aware, knowing that he is almost a "puppet", with average intelligence and ability, that is, he has family connections behind him, and at most he has a little level of communication.

However, how did he get to this point in the Zhixing Academy, which is full of masters? It is nothing more than to be a qualified boss, pay appropriate remuneration, and leave professional things to professionals to do...... Damn, professional!

Xie Junping slapped the steering wheel again, and entangled with Lian Yu, a ghost, in addition to hooking up with men, what did she do to show her professionalism?

Once his thoughts were clear, he immediately left Lian Yu behind and dialed another number, and the standby ringtone was a very gentle female voice:

"Hello, the Blue Office is at your service, before nine o'clock and after seventeen o'clock every day on weekdays; As well as all rest days, holidays, and all services are calculated as overtime expenses, I hereby inform you that you are grateful for your cooperation. ”

Xie Junping rolled his eyes.

A moment later, a clear and energetic voice sounded, completely different from the previous recording: "Long time no see, hello sheep." ”

Xie Junping was defeated by this title in an instant. I wanted to refute but I didn't have the confidence, so I could only grit my teeth and say, "Yingying, good morning, isn't Boss Wu here?" ”

"Hey, are you sure you want to see the boss?"

“…… No, no, no, it's good to find you, it's good to find you! Xie Junping slapped his head hard, I'm really stupid today, what kind of anger do you have with this crazy girl!

"Well, it's the same if you tell me anything. Whoever is going to kill you anyway, hehe! ”

Xie Junping wanted to eat the on-board computer, but now was not the time to worry after all, so he could only get straight to the point: "I have a little trouble today, and I need your help to deal with it." ”

He described what had happened as quickly as he could, and at the same time sent the captured photos and videos over for further analysis.

Soon, Yingying replied: "Candid photographer? Should I admire your brains? ”

"Didn't you shoot it secretly?"

"Standing on a self-propelled conveyor belt, waiting for you to come out of the club, and then snap a picture?"

"Uh......" Xie Junping suddenly got stuck.

Although the white is very bad, the professionalism of "Youlan" is beyond doubt. About half a minute later, Yingying reported a location coordinates:

"Anyway, let's do a verifier first. Regardless of the complicating factors, if that person is just passing by, it should be the type of person who gets up early and runs in the morning, and today is not a holiday, and its end point is likely to be Zhixing Academy, you go here and wait to see. ”

Xie Junping felt reasonable, and when the flying car turned, cut into another magnetic track, and the speed increased again. About five minutes later, he drove to Yingying's designated location, which is a pedestrian viaduct located in the high-tech research and development area, which is a good environment and one of the main nodes to the college, and it is difficult for morning joggers to refuse this route.

The flying car stopped at the bridgehead at the north end of the viaduct, and then waited, Xie Junping was inevitably restless. At this time, a format chart appeared on his retina, which was a personal data scraped from the database of Zhixing Academy.

On the electronic photo, it shows a young man who looks quiet and introverted, quite handsome, and has no smile on his face.