In the summer city in early winter, because of the parade of college students, the atmosphere is unusually hot. The closer you get to the Municipal Square, the hotter it gets.

By 10 a.m., more than 20 universities were already marching in the square and surrounding areas. Under the light of the winter sun, the weather is still fine, the temperature is neither hot nor cold, and the college students who are still in the energetic stage begin to wave slogans in the municipal square, chat with the surrounding military police, and test each other's bottom line.

Most people know that today's parade is just a show. In order to show off happily and brilliantly, professional skills and the cooperation of all parties are essential.

Except for the consensus on this, everything else is scattered.

On the outskirts of the town square, Ronan found a recreational library. There are tea houses, water bars, hot drink shops, and most importantly, the window near the side of the square is well located. Just in time for the Municipal Plaza and most of the area on the east side.

He casually clicked the e-book pages on the translucent coffee table, and ninety percent of his energy was still on the square, searching for suspicious targets according to Peony's "perfect plan".

Then he confirmed: Perfect your sister!

At present, around the square, there are parades, lively people, and passing by...... Counting everyone, that is, the level of tens of thousands or so. But the flow of people shuttling back and forth, their respective life sketches are intertwined, and the building of the changing star map is like an e-book on the table, with dense handwriting, brushing page by page, making people dizzy.

At present, the number of people is far from reaching its peak, and it is likely to be half a million people after the parades and revelries begin in the evening, and the sardines are crammed into a small area within a radius of five or six kilometers.

The scope is not a problem, but the starry sky of life gathered by 500,000 people, the density of stars, even the center of the galaxy can't be compared. With all his brains squeezed out, can he paint his target?

"It's too messy, it's too messy." Ronan taps his fingers on the table, changing the pace and volume to dispel the irritability.

At present, the order of the square is very chaotic, and people's hearts are even more chaotic.

Ronan once observed the procession of peony "teasing" through the lens of ink. Hundreds of people moved forward excitedly, and the surging emotions formed a layer of scorching invisible flames, which had formed some kind of initial integration trend and a certain prototype of a system.

It seems to be convergence, but in fact, it can highlight the small differences and discrepancies of individuals through comparison. At this time, the team in the square did not have this condition at all.

Ronan can only start with the search target itself. However, the characteristics of stage 1, 2, and 3 of aberrant infection are different, especially the most likely stage 2 is the "incubation period" that has been infected but not completely distorted. At this stage, the difference between the target and normal creatures is very small, and requires a high degree of sophistication and a large amount of experience to judge.

Ronan had the information provided by Sanzha Security at hand, and he also distinguished it through the root device, root nature, and root machine standards taught by the master of the museum, but this was not enough.

The art of identifying "organic machines" also requires a lot of experience as a foundation, and Ronan's current accumulation is far from enough; Not to mention, psychic sensing has always been a very personal experience, and it is difficult to really grasp it by looking at the information.

He needs to discuss it with someone, but the staff officer Peony is still leisurely on the road, and it is said that he will arrive in the afternoon.

After a while of watching by the window, Ronan lost almost all of his interest. There is a lack of breakthrough in thinking, which is simply consuming time and tea......

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, relaxing his nerves slightly, but then he felt a faint stimulus nearby, non-targeted, non-hostile, chirping.

Ronan turned his head to look, pinpointing the source of the stimulus, and across the aisle and a row of tables, he saw a familiar face.

Touching Ronan's gaze, the other party's expression stiffened slightly, and he still nodded to him politely, Ronan also responded, and then ignored it.

Still, it was within his perceptual range. There were two people at the other table, both women, who had been talking something intimate. It was about him from just now:

"Xian'er, who is this? Look at you're stiff. ”

"You don't care!"

"No, is that what you want? Turner will cry! ”

"Say no, you don't care."

"But he looks so weak, like a little victim. You see what he was wearing, an autumn sweatshirt, gray in color, like a school uniform. Keep looking down at a book, no friends, lonely, typical depression ......"

"Shut up."

"Hey, this is too maintenance, crush on him?"

"Fathead!"

"Well, don't talk about him, don't talk about him. What do you think of the location I booked? There must be a mess in the square at night, or here, quiet, the atmosphere is also good, more suitable for you this sullen. Woman. Anyway, that one is sitting there, fate...... Hey, what are you going to do? ”

"Restroom."

The conversation was interrupted, and a slender girl rose up on the table over there, dressed in fashionable clothes, and left with a tense face. However, before leaving, he glanced at Ronan again, and unfortunately looked at each other again, only nodding again with a stiff expression, and then hurriedly turned and left.

The...... It's Yue Qin.

The second generation of a certain pharmaceutical company, last time in Aurora Yundu, he was still a guest greeted by Ronan. Her brother Yue Zheng behaved badly and caused a lot of trouble, but she has always been calm, very smart, and behaved quite measured, giving people the impression that she was okay.

Ronan paid more attention to the reservation information revealed when Yue Qin talked to his companions. He tapped on the table, and sure enough, he saw that it showed the appointment time, which was from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. tomorrow.

That is, he can only stay in this position until 6 p.m. at most, and then this place belongs to someone else.

Looking for another place? Wait, since the two little girls can think of it, what about the rest......

Ronan immediately typed in keywords such as the municipal square, parade, and performance, and sure enough, the reservation service for the relevant windowfront viewing location had been opened, and the number of reservations available was rapidly disappearing. He only hesitated slightly in two of the more remote positions......

Game over。

Forget it, there is mental induction, in fact, the location is good or bad, and maybe it is safer.

Ronan sighed, leaning his back against the back of the soft chair, closing his eyes and resting his eyes. But the next second, he felt that something was wrong, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Yue Qin's companion was walking lightly.

She has a smile on her round face, she is very cute baby fat, and she has a pair of women's sunglasses on the end of her nose, which is crooked, looking like she is stealing from the family to play, very immature. However, she is quite tall, wearing a fat pink short trench coat, black pencil pants, white sneakers, and a very bright rack.

She walked through the gap between the tables and chairs, across the aisle, to Ronan's table, and then stretched out her hand: "Xian'er's friend, right...... The fairy I'm talking about is Yue Qin, she is too dignified, so I call her that. My name is Bai Yu, and my friends who know me well call me Fathead Fish. ”