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Luo Nan didn't know that someone was paying close attention to his every move. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have the extra mental energy to pay attention to it.
His condition was very bad: hunger, pain, numbness, and hallucinations. These negative elements that originally existed only increased as time passed, not decreased. Moreover, they gradually converged and turned into a corrosive poisonous fire, driven by some invisible force, drifting around his internal organs, limbs, and bones.
The so-called incorporeal power was none other than the specter that Luo Nan had discovered through his visualization.
The specter of today no longer had the mass of a mosquito. It controlled poisonous flames to flow within the depths of Luo Nan's flesh and blood. It constantly devoured essence and energy, growing and strengthening, and it continued to exert more and more interference on Luo Nan. It formed an effect similar to a blockade:
Every time Luo Nan tried to calm his heart and clear his thoughts, enter a meditative state, and study the source of the specter in detail, intense disturbances would come howling from the plane of his body and mind, blasting him out.
If things were to continue like this, Luo Nan would sooner or later be exhausted to death by the specter if he were to enter the Fixed Space and suffer the backlash of failure.
Wraith had been trying to stir up Luo Nan's emotions.
It was just like his conflict with Li Xuecheng. Luo Nan had used a fatal psychological suggestion to nearly kill Li Xuecheng. His ears clearly reverberated with the faintly discernible laughter of the specter.
He was just a little bit away from breaking the string of reason.
Luo Nan also remembered the moment his palm pressed against Li Xuecheng's throat. Li Xuecheng's fear and despair melted within his flesh and blood, converging into a surging wave of heat that rushed in. However, it was destined to be a turbid flow. Not only could it not be used by him, but it even swept away some of his Essence Qi. In the end, it disappeared without a trace — but it was not hard to imagine where it went!
The specter used this method to rapidly grow and strengthen. It squeezed Luo Nan's living space step by step.
Naturally, Luo Nan was in a bad mood right now.
But if one looked closely, this feeling was mostly a bad experience of old memories being stirred up to the point where the dregs floated up.
He was very dissatisfied. Just now, because of the laptop … okay, because of the flexible e-ink screen, he was so angry.
This shouldn't have happened!
The flexible e-ink screen had been with him for five years, and he was used to forgetting everything except its actual functions. But where did that ruthlessness and impulse come from? After that, how did his absent-minded state of mind surge out?
Was it because his flesh and blood contained a certain person's genes?
That coward?
Hehe!
The irony was that the active interference of the specter gave Luo Nan a very good explanation, so much so that he actually felt a bit of subtle relief.
Attributing everything to ghosts … that made things much simpler.
The Specter's blockading interference had indeed caused a lot of trouble. But why did he have to stubbornly smash his head until it bled?
Luo Nan entered the Fixed Space in hopes of drawing support from that state to further understand the specter. He wanted to make contact with it, capture it, and exterminate it. Ghost's obstruction and interference proved that his train of thought was correct.
From Luo Nan's point of view, the one with a one-track mind should be Wraith. In order to understand something, one didn't necessarily have to go through the "Fixed State".
Luo Nan had a more direct method:
A pen and a piece of paper!
Over the years, he had collected character materials, described the surrounding scenery, and sketched countless times on the spot to capture the characteristics of others. His writing might not have been methodical, but he had long trained his acumen to be first-rate.
Now, all he needed to do was to create a special "self-portrait"!
Lines flowed down from the tip of the pen, piling up layer upon layer and intertwining with each other. His mind was neither close nor distant. He was focused and relaxed, fluid and agile. There was actually a tendency to go out of control.
In a certain sense, hand drawing was freer than visualization.
The visualization diagram seemed to come out of thin air, but it was actually very strict. It had to maintain a certain synchronization with one's body and mind. It couldn't be increased or decreased at will.
But a sketch drawn on a piece of white paper was different. It came from reality, yet it could be separated from reality. It could be used to describe certain thoughts and concepts through virtual, fantasy, and symbolic brushwork, completely liberating one's inspiration.
Back in the day, his grandfather was able to use hand-drawn diagrams to express the marvels of Formatting Theory. Today, Luo Nan could use similar methods to describe and explain the changes that occurred to his body.
This change could even be deduced and deduced on paper. It was a step ahead, forming a pre-made draft for a great work of art.
Therefore, Luo Nan drew a prison that didn't exist in reality to symbolize the most prominent idea in his mind.
This was the first time Luo Nan had been imprisoned in his entire life. It was a novel experience, and he naturally linked it to the first sentence of the Sixteen Words Mantra:
My heart is like a prison.
Luo Nan believed that the Sixteen Words Mantra was certainly some sort of interpretation of Formatting Theory from his grandfather. The words "prison, furnace, mirror, nation," and so on were even direct descriptions of the level of Formatting. And according to his deduction of the sequence, the format of "prison" might be an advancement of "container".
Therefore, he used the cold and cramped confinement room as a reference. He used the free and smooth edge of his brush to gather the faintly discernible inspiration. He even used the indescribably wonderful "energy" to construct a marvelous building that belonged solely to him on paper.
Of course, he knew that the structure of the prison he drew was mostly fantasy. He might not be able to use it on the Formatting, but as long as he had the clue of inspiration, it was enough.
As for the distorted picture, it was easier to explain. This was because the picture reflected reality. The power that distorted the building came from within the building.
The incorporeal and shadowless specter was the instigator of all this.
He couldn't see the specter, but he could indirectly sense its existence through the distorted picture.
The more elements appeared under the brush, the closer the "self-portrait" was to reality.
At this very moment, the tip of Luo Nan's brush and his thoughts merged into one. They were indistinguishable from each other. It was as if there was no space between them. The imaginary world of nothingness was like a picture scroll that unfolded before Luo Nan once more. The outline of a tetrahedron, its inscribed sphere, and its circumscribed sphere appeared clearly. It overlapped with the "prison" on the paper to form a marvelous picture.
It didn't matter if he couldn't enter the Fixed Space. He could reproduce the Fixed Space here.
In fact, the reproduction of the Fixed Space proved that Luo Nan's state of mind had already eliminated the interference of external forces. The specter's movements were meaningless.
The tip of Luo Nan's brush did not stop. His state of mind had already returned to the Fixed Space.
The specter, who had been interfering and destroying all this time, was caught off guard. It finally revealed its strange appearance!
Other colors seeped into the originally empty darkness outside the visualized diagram. It was a kind of oppressive dark red. It was like a struggling flame within the ashes that had yet to be extinguished. It seeped and blended with the darkness to form a somewhat fuzzy silhouette together.
This thing swam within the darkness, sticking to the visualized diagram in an attempt to penetrate inside …. And it had already penetrated quite a bit.
If it were someone else, they would need to spend some time to find the boundaries of this monster. But Luo Nan recognized its appearance with a single glance:
The burning wraith!
It was precisely this wraith that was faintly discernible during the earthquake in the R&D district. It howled and nearly took Luo Nan's life. Afterwards, it concealed itself into nothingness, making it hard to trace.
Luo Nan even left its image on the drawing software.
If he hadn't encountered his true fate, Luo Nan would already be at school right now. He would be looking up information, striving to find the slightest trace of the wraith. How could he have imagined that this fellow would actually be in such a state, wandering within his consciousness, fusing with his flesh and blood!
Luo Nan didn't stop writing, but his lips curved into a light smile.
"Hey! You're smiling! You're smiling!" Lieutenant Colonel Lu cried out involuntarily. Then he felt extreme shame. He felt that he must have been infected by Luo Nan for him to make such a fuss over nothing.
Zhang Yingying was also very curious about Luo Nan's current state of mind. Unfortunately, the monitoring screen was destined to be unable to detect Luo Nan's thoughts. On the other hand, a beep rang out from the monitoring room. The door opened and someone walked in with large strides.
Zhang Yingying looked back with curiosity. She saw that the person was wearing a well-ironed sky-blue uniform. He didn't wear a military rank. He was clearly out of place in the room filled with Deep Space Gray Aerospace Army uniforms.
Lieutenant Colonel Lu turned his head to look at the person. His brows slightly furrowed, but he quickly squeezed out a smile. He walked a step forward and spoke with a chuckle: "Assistant Yan. How's the search going?"
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