The flashing lights shone on Luo Nan's face, reflecting a strange luster. Those who knew the inside story understood that this was the trace of a water vapor fake. Those who didn't know would never think in this direction. Actually, the vast majority of people in the auction house were currently focusing their gazes on the curtain wall behind Luo Nan as they were taking pictures. They had already entered a state of mind. They all wanted to know the ultimate secret and value contained within the ever-changing picture.
It wasn't just them. The Extraordinaries were the same. They all unconsciously raised their attention. According to Luo Nan's usual logic, he would certainly have to give some explanations here. As long as they could receive more information, they would accept it even if he said that they were just listening to a lecture.
They even began to warm up.
Death Witch asked a question, "The plateau region in the south central part of the Old Continent... It seems to coincide with a view from two days ago?"
"It's the wheel hypothesis, right?" Abner was extremely sensitive to similar information.
Death Witch asked, "Is there any referential significance? I swept a few glances. The researcher seems to be from Xia City's academic circle. "
"Wu Zunliang and Ding Zhiying are both world-class experts in the field of mutated ecology. They didn't directly analyze the structure of space and time. Instead, they provided circumstantial evidence from the field of ecology. They are quite insightful, and the academic world's evaluation of them is quite high. "Romanus would never disappoint when it came to the details of information.
However, Luo Nan disappointed them a few seconds later.
"It's pointless for you to want to know the specific location of the laboratory. Actually, you've already seen the reason. Take this booth for example. It involves a few techniques related to the structure of space and time. I don't need to explain the specifics. Most of you won't understand anyway..."
The group of Extraordinaries looked at each other in dismay.
They only heard Luo Nan continue speaking, "All you need to know is that the research direction of this laboratory is space-time. If you must find a specific reference, the Deep Blue World is more suitable. "
Luo Nan's pupils flickered with an extraordinary splendor. They were reflected in the eyes of practically everyone present.
"You should all know about the Deep Blue World, right?"
Many people's eyes flashed. Regardless of whether they had a basic understanding of the word 'laboratory', they all knew the words' Deep Blue World '. There was no need to mention the meaning and value it represented.
Luo Nan turned his hand and pointed behind him. "The founders of the laboratory are also searching for another Deep Blue World over here. At the very least, I believe that there is an extremely high possibility that there is a new plane similar to the Deep Blue World. Perhaps it is a complete land of resources and treasures. Perhaps it is a shattered wreckage. But there is certainly such a plane. This is because you can see traces of two areas of space and time coming into contact and colliding over there … …"
As he looked at the noisy scene in the auction hall, Star Shaman suddenly let out a chuckle and pursed his lips.
"He has ulterior motives!"
Of course, these Extraordinaries from Headquarters knew the inside story. They were even more aware that the 70-zero Format Laboratory itself was admittedly a research topic related to space-time. However, it was still quite a distance away from a major discovery like the Deep Blue World. Of course, if Luo Nan himself knew the information, then it would be a completely different matter.
The problem was that Luo Nan had omitted a very crucial element. He only used the simplest of analogies to crudely provoke the emotions and greedy thoughts of the bidders … … The facts were very clear, but the motive was very subtle.
Was Luo Nan doing what the enemy wanted to do ahead of time, leaving the enemy with nothing to do?
Regardless of what the bystanders thought, Luo Nan was currently smiling on the stage. "It looks like everyone is quite familiar with the Deep Blue World. I'll take the liberty to ask, but how many of you in the auction hall and from all over the world have invested in the Deep Blue World … … Ha, it seems like a lot of people have. How much is the annual profit? "
The attendees below the stage really didn't know how to respond to Luo Nan's awkward chatter. In addition, Luo Nan gave them a serious feeling of unease. The pressure continued to rise.
Some people's minds began to calm down from the temptation of the new plane. They felt that ensuring their own personal safety was the most reasonable choice. At the same time, the changes in the venue would inevitably attract the attention of the outside world. Security personnel continued to enter, and the order of the venue grew more and more chaotic.
From this point of view, Luo Nan really wasn't a good controller of the venue.
Luo Nan didn't seem to care. He didn't receive a response, so he simply called out names. He extended a finger and pointed at an old acquaintance. "Mister Hugging Women on Both Sides. How much profit can you get from that side every year?"
Everyone's gazes focused in that direction for a time.
Unfortunately, that Mister Hugging Women on Both Sides was taking advantage of the chaotic scene to abandon his two female companions. He was preparing to leave without a sound, but he was instantly nailed to the spot.
In the end, that person was experienced in the ways of the world. He just closed his eyes and forced a smile onto his face. "Need to pee. No. Actually, Boss Luo, the financial reports from Deep Blue always say the same thing: They're about to enter the period of investment returns."
Finally, someone laughed along with him. The laughter spread over a small area, and the atmosphere in the auction hall became much livelier for a time.
Luo Nan laughed as well. "Looks like it's going to be very hard. But this makes me even more curious. Why is it that everyone in the Deep Blue World is able to develop it in an orderly manner, regardless of whether there are any profits or not … … But when it comes to my side, there's no sign of anything yet, and there are already people stirring up trouble everywhere? "
The air in the auction hall suddenly turned cold.
Luo Nan was no longer smiling. "Everyone, if the coordinates of the Deep Blue World were placed before your eyes right now, the resources and profits there, would you have the guts to do this? Would you be this proactive? Would you do this without Li Wei's permission?
"Oh, there are many among you who don't know him. There are also many who have come to support us. Forgive me for opening fire, but who told us to be in a capitalistic society?
"Everyone, how many of you don't have shares in Quantum Corporation, LCRF, Deep Blue, and the Apocalypse Project? These things have really given me quite a bit of trouble recently. Speaking of which, this is the driving force formed by the aggregation and circulation of capital under everyone's name. "
"Sophistry. However, this appearance is the type that I admire. " Blood Demon cackled loudly in the room. He applauded and applauded. "That's right, these guys. What's the point of beating around the bush? Just directly slap them. The results will be the best!"
Zhang Yingying, who normally loved this sort of lively scene, found it a bit difficult to laugh. She shot a glance at Blood Demon and ridiculed him to herself. You're probably happy because he's pushing down the wall in a refreshing manner.
It's true that Luo Nan's appearance is very refreshing, but how are we going to deal with the negative effects that follow?
Don't look at the multimillionaires in the venue. They were bewildered and uneasy in front of Luo Nan. It was unknown how many people would feel resentment as long as Luo Nan made it through tonight. Not to mention the people who were watching the live broadcast from all over the world. In a certain sense, those who didn't come to participate were the true big shots.
Perhaps the retaliation from that side would arrive before the auction was over!
Zhang Yingying felt uneasy in her heart. She looked at Her Majesty Empress Wu.
Her Majesty Empress Wu was no longer reading the Buddhist scriptures, nor was she looking at the situation of the venue on the large screen. She was a bit lost in her thoughts. Her gaze was directed at the cabin wall to the side. It was as if she wanted to see through these obstacles and see something.
These were just Zhang Yingying's guesses. Then, Luo Nan's words and actions made her cry out in surprise.
"Frankly speaking, I really admire the driving force of capital. The simple word 'benefit' is able to move a fellow far more powerful and troublesome than everyone here …."
Luo Nan didn't turn his head. He just pointed his thumb backward and pointed at the curtain wall.
Figures formed where Luo Nan pointed.
The first figure was a person Zhang Yingying was very familiar with: the horned demon.
Zhang Yingying knew of Luo Nan's writing skills, but she didn't know why Luo Nan had drawn the image of the horned demon in such detail. It was as if the horned demon had been behind the pack of wild donkeys just a moment ago, and only now had his head popped out. Even though it was a simple sketch, one could see that the horned demon's clothes were tattered and barely covered his body. He was like a beggar squatting by the lakeside in a daze.
She didn't have the chance to organize her thoughts before she heard Luo Nan say, "This is the fellow who makes decisions for me. Without him, there's a high probability that I wouldn't have intersected with everyone here. Yes, I'll say it again. He doesn't have my authorization. At least, he didn't in the past. "
Before anyone could figure out what Luo Nan meant, two more figures appeared one after the other. They were at the very edge of the curtain wall, one on each side. They felt a bit alienated from the main body of the painting, as if they were a bit disjointed.
But it was unknown how many people's expressions changed when they saw their appearances clearly. This was especially true for the ability users of the inner world, including the Extraordinaries.
Of course, they knew who they were.
Gong Qi and Jin Tong!
The reason why they paled in fright was because of the timing of the appearance of the figures. But more importantly, the situation that was presented was extremely treacherous. It was different from the settings of the horned demons, which were close to the plateau environment. It was completely different from the appearance that everyone was used to.
The impression of the people of the inner world was that Gong Qi was normally shrewd, ruthless, and gloomy. He rarely showed his emotions. But what was presented in the painting was his hair and beard standing on end. He had a malevolent expression as he flew forward to attack.
As for Jin Tong, he still had a golden band around his forehead. He had a light and fierce appearance. However, he punched forward with a dense killing intent. His mouth cracked open in laughter. It was as if he had killed a powerful enemy. It was as if he had gone insane.
This was absolutely not an ordinary scene, nor was it a deliberate ugliness. Anyone with a clear understanding of the situation could tell at a glance that this was the appearance of someone who had reached the pinnacle and was on the verge of decline.
If one were to combine reality and consider things a bit more meticulously, it could be said that this was the final moment before death … Yet it was vivid and lifelike. His mind was connected. It was as if he would pounce out from the curtain wall in the next moment and die once more in front of them!
Outside the venue, there was silence in a room filled with Extraordinaires. The air they exhaled seemed to be wrapped in a cold air. No one expressed their opinion. Even the transcendent Death Shaman remained silent.
At some point in time, everyone's gazes were focused on Abner's face.
The latter covered the lower half of his face with one hand, revealing only his tightly furrowed brows. He looked like he was in deep thought. His sustainable and calm breathing, his gradually relaxing shoulder and neck muscles … All these details were enough to explain many things.
With Abner's abilities, it was naturally not a problem for him to conceal it. However, his status and habits over the years made it meaningless to control such details.
The Star Shaman and Constance looked at each other. They did not respond.
In the end, it was the Death Shaman who sneered faintly on the mental level.
In the auction hall, the people's reactions were a little slow. Among the participants, there were those who could recognize all three Metahumans. There were also those who knew one or two of them. There were also those who did not know them at all. However, humans were high-level animals that could communicate. They could always fill in some of the truth through the flow of information.
The noisy sound waves of the venue, as well as the dense interweaving of electromagnetic signals, were the carrier and representation of information transmission.
In comparison, Kawahara Machiko, who stood to the side of the stage, had become an isolated island of information due to her awkward situation. There was no hope for communication, but this kind of loneliness could stimulate her thoughts.
She was a bit absent-minded. She wanted to seize the opportunity to leave, but she felt that she might miss an opportunity to save herself.
In the end, she looked at Luo Nan. She looked at this young expert who had warped her fate. She suddenly had a feeling: Although Luo Nan was facing the venue right now, there was no one in his eyes. Even if he were to engage in 'interaction', he was only following a script that had already been designed. He was walking step by step.
This was not arrogance, nor was it rigidity. It was just that the situation had developed to this point. The conditions were ripe for success. There was no longer any leeway or possibility for change.
Luo Nan made a large movement at this time. He was still facing the venue. His arms were extended and his thumbs were flipped backward. He tapped twice on the two deranged portraits on the two sides of the curtain wall. He appeared frivolous and casual, but it matched his age.
"Actually, the listing of these two names is a bit offensive. It's unrelated to the main topic. But a friend keeps urging me to not always present Buddha with borrowed flowers. He says that I should take the initiative to take out some decent auction items and join in the fun … … So I'll deal with it for the time being. Of course, I know that most people are too lazy to bid right now. It's fine. We'll talk about this later. "
Luo Nan returned to the main topic, regardless of whether or not others understood the deeper meaning of his words. "I just talked about the location of the laboratory and the object of research. Honestly speaking, I don't know much about what will happen next. If anyone knows and can provide me with the corresponding information, I will be very grateful."
"As for the person I specifically pointed out, yes. It's this fellow called Horned Demon. It's because he dug out the laboratory that had been sealed for over a decade. He tossed and turned it into a mess. Yeah, so I tossed him into a mess … … "
"This isn't the main point. The main point is that we can try to get a relatively true understanding of the laboratory through him. Truth be told, this is the first time I've tried this move. Even though I've prepared for several hours in advance, it's still hard to tell the success rate. It's normal to have a bit of risk. Everyone wants to leave … … But it's a bit too late! "
Luo Nan's voice fell. He didn't care about the changes in the expressions of the bidders in the auction house. The creaking, trembling, and scraping sounds of the booth beneath Luo Nan's feet clearly intensified. At the same time, the curtain wall also undulated and swayed. The lines of powder that formed the picture seemed to be shaking off.
In the image of the curtain wall, Gong Qi and Jin Tong were fine on the two sides, but the Horned Demon in the middle was greatly distorted. The highland lakeside environment that existed in the background was similarly distorted. But while it was distorted, it was gradually dyed with other colors, as if by magic.
The color of the curtain grew lighter, and the lines of the picture gradually grew deeper. It was natural and clear. It was as if the whistling of the wind and the gurgling of water could be heard.
It wasn't as if! There really was wind. It brushed past the direction of the curtain wall. There really was water. It flowed out from the cracks in the booth.
The auction house was in chaos.
Order nearly collapsed from the moment Luo Nan said, "It's too late." Let's not talk about how these rich and powerful people, experts, and security personnel tossed and turned. There was no doubt about it. The cool wind that carried the smell of grass in the Wasteland and the running water that suddenly reached their ankles had already made contact with each and every one of them.
Cries of alarm rang out without end. Some people even yelled at Luo Nan, telling him not to go too far with his jokes.
In fact, there were still people in the auction house who felt that this was very likely a kind of "load-free virtual environment" brought about by some sort of brilliant technology.
But no matter what they thought, this experience, which was formed from real or fake sensations, was this: It was as if people were sitting in a large boat that was already leaking water. They were sailing toward the lake shore that was depicted, displayed, and warped by the curtain wall.
Right in front of them was the Horned Demon. He stared blankly at the "boat" as it sailed over. He suddenly laughed inexplicably. The corner of his mouth split open all the way to the back, all the way to the area behind his ears that couldn't be seen.
Just like that, his cheeks were torn apart, his head was torn apart, and at the same time, his entire body was torn into pieces!
The screams grew louder, but the scene before their eyes didn't change according to the people's will. The Horned Demon's body was torn apart. But fine sparks of electricity leaped between every torn piece of flesh, bone, and internal organs ….
Yes, it was just like how Luo Nan's pen moved. The sparks of electricity weaved and crisscrossed densely within the empty areas of the shattered limbs. It formed a faint "door curtain" shape.
In this way, a bewitching door was formed on the shore with flesh and bones as a support. The magnetoelectric sparks formed a curtain. People moved toward this "door". They could practically smell the stench of flesh and blood being torn apart. They got closer and closer to the densely woven sparks of electricity.
Later on, the sparks of electricity leaped about to penetrate into their hearts and lungs. They pulled out the same components and fused them inside.
Then, would their bodies be the same?
Would they soon become the same as the Horned Demon?
Fear quickly spread through the hearts of the hundred or so people present. The fear tightened, making it impossible for them to breathe. Their limbs went numb. As for whether it was the effects of suffocation or the consequences of being "cut" by the sparks of electricity …. Who knew?
There were already security personnel who instinctively pulled out their guns, but they didn't have the courage to raise their guns and take aim. They were even absent-minded.
Whether it was the rich, the experts, or the security personnel, their identities and values were all blurred at this moment. They were just helpless passengers on a broken ship that was about to sink. The ship was clearly about to reach the shore, but what they faced was an even more unknown and inexplicable terror.
As the "body of the ship" moved forward, the "door curtain" of interweaving sparks of electricity and fire on the bewitching door gradually split open from the center. It was hard to see the original shape of the Horned Demon as it opened and closed. Instead, a pitch-black background that was completely different from the scene at the lakeside of the Wasteland was gradually revealed within the hollow of the skeleton.
Luo Nan snapped his fingers and the "curtain wall" that had no sense of existence shook violently once more. This time, the powder on the surface really did rustle and fall. A large area of the central region was shattered into pieces. Then it turned into a large amount of dust particles and transformed into a whistling sandstorm within the pitch-black background.
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