The matter with the Bloodflame Order came to an end, but Luo Nan could not help feeling a bit vexed. It was getting harder and harder for him to dismount.
It could be seen that the core members of the Bloodflame Order were extremely determined. They were all aiming to reconstruct the sacrificial vessel during the establishment ceremony. However, due to a freak combination of factors, the Wraith Sign had replaced their original mold. This was an irreversible process.
If he took back the Wraith Talisman now, the Bloodflame Order would become a great enemy, and they would not rest until one of them was dead. However, if he dragged it on, it would only be a temporary peace. He would have to take it back sooner or later, and the longer he dragged it on, the more headache he would have.
Unless he gave up the Wraith Sign, but how was that possible?
Luo Nan tossed this vexing problem to the back of his mind for the time being. He thought about how Mrs. Halder was going to investigate the scene …. He wanted to go as well!
Even if the one million had already exploded, as long as he could find some clues, it would still be helpful for the investigation later.
Luo Nan did his best to recall the video data, searching for the relevant area. Thanks to the powerful network search function of the information age and the consciousness search function of the HexaEar, even if it was just an impression, he would soon get the answer.
He still felt that it wasn't enough, so he used his authority to use the real-time Street View mode on the Psychic Wave Network to adjust the public cameras and confirm it again.
The order of the recycling stratum was terrible. Most of the relevant cameras had been destroyed, but Luo Nan spent a bit of time piecing together the images. He was able to find the area where the incident most likely occurred, and he discovered a glaring pool of blood there.
At this moment, there were people taking pictures in the surroundings, all of them very carefully.
This is the place! According to what Mo Lun said, he had already arranged for people to deal with the scene … That was why it was said that this kind of old man was the most annoying.
Luo Nan wanted to eat the first bite of soup, but he was afraid that it would be too much.
Glancing at his watch, the first class was about to end. After class, he would find a quiet place and enter an out-of-body state. It would only take him a minute or two to reach the River Wu District …
Luo Nan's plan was quite good, and the preliminary work was quite in place. But the true big boss was unwilling to cooperate. On the podium, the cultured lecturer of the writing class said, "Let's not end the class. For the rest of the time, let's practice in class. It's a very basic character logic."
… Teacher, I want to leave my body!
Luo Nan had to kneel when faced with the reality that he had to attend writing classes in a row and that there would be tests. Even if he wanted to "sleep" on the table, he couldn't.
What to do?
Given Madam Halder's shrewdness, there wouldn't be anything left of her once she arrived at the scene.
Luo Nan's mind was in a mess, but the teacher didn't care about him. She directly threw out the requirements for writing practice. The goal of the practice was character logic. There were a series of requirements. The student had to make sure that the words they wrote corresponded with each other. The initial requirement was simple:
Describe an impressive person. Make sure you know the person well. Family, friends, and classmates were all fine. He could start with a description of their appearance.
Of course, this involved a series of details such as the shape of the face, mouth, nose, eyes, eyebrows, beard, and so on.
The Luo Nan of two months ago might have had a narrow range of choices, but it was much easier now. He had chosen Xue Lei, whom he had interacted with the longest. Yes, Xue Lei was closer to the understanding of normal people. Xue Lei was his target.
The writing teacher must have a prying eye. Following that, there was a series of information such as address, health, family, education, love (marriage) history, religious orientation, actions, and thought patterns.
Finally, the interaction with the target should also be listed, such as specific instances of "helping" or "sabotaging" each other's actions.
There was a commotion in the classroom. Did this mean that their friendship was over?
Luo Nan wrote in a very relaxed manner. It was like a sketch pieced together from words. This was his advantage. At most, he only needed to consider the content that exceeded normal thinking and logic.
Perhaps Luo Nan was affected by this relaxed state, but the key points in his mind suddenly opened. As he wrote and wrote, his train of thought flew away from Xue Lei.
It was just like what his teacher had always tried to express. Characters were a collection of social relationships. A single person's ability was limited. The help of friends and social cooperation were the only ways to increase efficiency. Why did he have to think of such an inefficient method like skipping class?
His train of thought was clear. His writing might not be divine, but he knew what to do next.
A strand of his mind was thrown out, and Ink responded dozens of kilometers away.
Luo Nan didn't have the time to pay attention to the progress of Trigate Security's operation over the past two days. He just divided a bit of his mind to ensure that Ink was obedient.
Actually, the official search mission had already begun on Sunday. Right now, it was the free time for professionals. Peony and Long Seven had split up to lead a group of people to collect clues. They would summarize and analyze the clues every day, but there had been no progress so far.
In other words, luck was very important.
Luo Nan activated the telepathic thought he left on Ink's body, and his consciousness descended. Ink was already used to this. It flapped its wings twice, expressing its welcome.
Luo Nan's consciousness had just arrived, and he had yet to do proper business when he first felt a bit of peculiarity.
Since Ink had a relatively low level of intelligence, Luo Nan's telepathic thought descended without any pressure. He didn't need to worry about anything. He had the most connections, and the corresponding feeling was the most familiar.
Because of this, he immediately felt that something was different when his telepathic thought moved. It was like listening to a familiar song. The singer was the same, but there was a clear difference between the live version and the studio version.
It looked like the effects of his two-day closed-door training over the weekend were greater than he had imagined. Speaking of which, Luo Nan had gone from the fundamental Format Pyramid to the structure of the living starry sky with clairvoyance. From his internal organs, nine orifices, and six roots to the state of his soul body, all of them had undergone relatively significant changes.
This sort of change was all-encompassing. The resulting effects involved the structure of Luo Nan's body and soul, as well as all aspects of his internal and external connections. But because the effects were too broad, many things could only be experienced after actual contact.
For example, Ink. After the Format Pyramid transformed into a star atlas, the connection between Luo Nan and his believers was no longer shackled by materialization. In fact, Luo Nan had become much clearer on an intrinsic level.
He discovered at this moment that his observations on the mental plane had already taken on the mode of a telescope due to the effects of the atrium cyclotron two days ago. Through warping and weaving mental curtains, Luo Nan could obtain high-definition information from afar using a special format. This was the most crucial reason for the substantial increase in his mental sensing ability in recent times.
Before, Luo Nan had only considered the changes brought to him by the telescope mode. Now he saw that Ink had become an important fulcrum and reference in this mode. It was like a Cepheid variable star in the universe. Astronomers borrowed its light cycle to modify parameters and measure interstellar distances with greater precision.
But from Luo Nan's perspective, every detail seemed to have exceeded his requirements for precision after being modified by Ink. So much so that he only had a vague feeling that he was unable to accurately describe it.
What sort of reasoning was this?
Ink became a bit excited due to the existence of Luo Nan's telepathic thought. But no one else could understand its mood.
Peony and the others were on the platform of a tall building in the Forestwall District right now. They were using viewing binoculars to scan the city district. Ink stood on the binoculars, its claws digging into the outer shell. It was fine if it didn't move, but once it moved, it caused the lens to shake greatly. It was very hard to observe.
Peony didn't even raise her head. She continued to use the binoculars to look around, but her slender fingers accurately found the target. She lightly flicked Ink's thick beak. "Mr. Ink, do you have any thoughts?"
It carried a bit of childishness, but it also seemed to be teasing.
In the classroom, Luo Nan subconsciously rubbed his mouth. He finally recovered from the changes in his ultra-precise perception. He connected the rubber band on Ink's ankle to communicate with Peony. He didn't really know how to deal with this woman, so he simply spoke his coordinates.
"Go here."
"Oh?"
Peony stopped adjusting the binoculars' direction. She straightened her body and focused her gaze on Ink. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a rarely seen expression of astonishment appeared on her face. Then she communicated with her soul strength. "You've discovered something? Are you sure? Where's the source of the information? "
How could Luo Nan tell her? He couldn't find any other reason, so he simply shut his mouth and didn't answer. He wanted to say, "Do as you see fit," but he was afraid that Peony would retort back, so he simply had Ink close its eyes and pretend to be confused.
Only after doing all of this did he come to a realization. Peony knew that there was someone behind Ink. Close your eyes, my ass!
Luo Nan was greatly embarrassed. There was no need to mention how to remedy the situation.
However, Peony didn't get angry. She snapped her fingers and spoke to the support personnel of Trigate Security beside her. "We're going to change the location."
Ohhhh, the effects are great! This was probably the fabled version of "Do as you see fit"?
Ink still had the appearance of pretending to be asleep. Actually, he had completely absorbed the changes in the outside world and transmitted it back. Luo Nan's mind exploded with joy when he saw that an elite character like Peony, who was hard to grasp, was going to act according to his thoughts!
Then he suddenly recalled that there were still people from the Bloodflame Order there. Soon, Haldev and Mo Lun would arrive as well. He wanted to warn Luo Nan, but if he did this, his previous act would immediately collapse.
After a moment of hesitation, Luo Nan found a reason for himself. Let Trigate Security make contact with the Bloodflame Order. Maybe they can get more information?
Oh, this idea isn't bad!
The work efficiency of Trigate Security was quite high. When they heard Peony say that they had a clue, they immediately dispatched a low-altitude aircraft. They only used twelve minutes to complete the transfer.
When Peony and the group of support personnel arrived at the target location Luo Nan mentioned, they arrived a bit faster than Mrs. Haldev and the others, who were quite far away.
Mrs. Haldev didn't move forward after seeing Peony and the others arrive. She just let the on-site management personnel of the Order negotiate with Trigate Security.
As for how Luo Nan knew …. The Wraith Sign wasn't involved in this. That fellow had already changed his' breeder 'and was currently recuperating at the headquarters of the Bloodflame Order.
Luo Nan relied on Ink.
Ink flapped its wings and flew up, circling within the shadows of the tall building. Behind the tightly sealed doors and windows, pairs of eyes stared at this enormous bird. They were either excited or terrified.
Luo Nan himself didn't know that this crow was a celebrity in the recycling stratum of the River Wu District.
News of the great battle with Jack a month ago had spread through the ubiquitous criminal channels of this place. The residents who lived here more or less knew that a powerful and mysterious power had crushed the Jack Mafia that originally occupied this place.
The main force of the mysterious power was a burly man …. This was too lacking in uniqueness, so people took the initiative to choose a more legendary symbol:
A large crow.
The mysterious power had the special ability to control crows. Every time a crow's cry was heard, a calamity would descend, causing one's mind to go insane and fall unconscious. Jack Mafia's well-equipped sniper squad was easily defeated in this way.
In the end, the mysterious power didn't take control of the recycling stratum. The territory of the Jack Mafia was divided among other powers, large and small. However, due to the free and unrestrained behavior of the mysterious power, the surrounding residents, who had been tossed and turned by the gangs for a long time, unconsciously felt a bit of reliance on the mysterious power.
Perhaps the mysterious power taking control of the recycling stratum would bring about a completely different and new life?
Driven by such emotions, the reappearance of the enormous crow caused a considerable portion of the residents of the recycling stratum to feel a surge of emotion. It also caused a large number of gang members, who had gathered here due to the unknown value of the scene of the incident, to tremble with fear.
Luo Nan didn't understand the cause and effect, but he could feel the actual psychological effect that Ink's appearance brought to the surrounding people.
If the mental state of the surrounding people could be said to be a sprinkling of magnetic sand before, then Ink, who was shuttling back and forth between the shadows of the tall buildings, was like a powerful magnet. No matter where the magnetic sand was scattered, it would stand erect, aiming the magnetic poles of the opposite direction at Ink's location.
From the perspective of the living starry sky, hundreds and thousands of stars were affected by the gravitational pull of Ink's constellation. They moved in unison, incomparably uniform.
At the same time, the stars that weren't affected by the magnetic force were especially eye-catching.
A considerable portion of them had a corresponding uniform displacement pattern. It was just that they were incompatible with the system Luo Nan had set up.
The source of some patterns could be seen with a single glance. For example, the people of Trigate Security obeyed Peony's orders and obeyed the arrangements of their superiors. They were like galaxies revolving around a binary star system.
There were also some patterns that couldn't be seen. For example, the on-site personnel of the Bloodflame Order didn't even know where the big shots of the Order were. But they were members of the Bloodflame Order in the end. Their long years of activity in the Order caused an extremely subtle connection to exist between their energies and the Bloodflame Will and the First Oblatum.
In the living starry sky with Luo Nan's Self-Format as the core and the clear order, these connections were like pedestrians that violated the traffic rules and randomly entered the flow of traffic. They brought about chaos of varying sizes, but they were clearly distinguishable.
Even though the distance spanned by the connections exceeded the limits of Ink's perception and exceeded the range of the living starry sky. But when all the intruders walked in the same direction, all the connections converged in a relatively fixed region. Luo Nan was naturally able to guess.
There was a dark star there that was hard to see with the naked eye. It was releasing an invisible and powerful gravitational pull.
Ink circled around twice before quietly expanding its flight trajectory outward. It gradually brought the possible locations of the dark star into the range of Ink's senses.
A dozen or so seconds later, a dark nebula that was hard to pry into appeared within the living starry sky.
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