Luo Nan seriously considered how he should approach this new topic.
The difficulty of the configuration itself wasn't high according to the requirements he had in mind, but it was very comprehensive. It involved guidance, transformation, matter, spirit, abyss, turbid flow, and many other angles and layers. Every angle and layer needed to have a specific configuration, and they needed to connect well with each other.
Oh, it would be a bit troublesome to build it out of thin air, but he had a ready-made reference object at hand … … The Bloodsoul Temple seemed to have this kind of multi-layered, multi-angle comprehensive structure. It wouldn't hurt to make a high quality imitation or even directly borrow it.
Of course, it wasn't comprehensive to rely on his brain alone. In the end, he would have to write it down. He would first pull out a logical framework, then he would use the information and examples at hand to fill it in and overcome the checkpoints one by one.
The faster the better … …
Unrestrained laughter came from the other end of the passageway just as he was thinking. A group of men and women were walking in the opposite direction. Some of them looked like they had just finished performing. Their makeup had yet to be removed. Some of them clearly had the appearance of dominators and consumers.
The two sides brushed past each other in this secret passageway. They basically ignored each other. They all had the calm attitude of someone who was very experienced.
But this was only on the surface from Luo Nan's perspective.
From the passageway connecting the club and the backstage of the theater, it could be seen that the organizers of the event were really doing everything they could to provide convenience for the so-called rich and famous to find and capture their prey.
The people who came and went through this passageway could basically be determined. Luo Nan didn't even need to look at the form of their speech. He could already make an accurate judgment from the direction of the turbid flow of the interwoven minds of these people … … Who was truly in heat, who was overflowing with the desires of the lowest rung? Who had ulterior motives, who were engaging in intense high-level mental activities? Of course, there were also those completely numb, walking corpse-like existences.
Luo Nan felt that the various men and women in this passageway could be used as a special example of the desires of the lowest rung. He followed the instructions of the virtual brain to carry out material collection and experimental work. A night's worth of work was enough for him to write a short and concise paper.
He really was prepared to put effort into this. After all, Mo Ya was in this environment.
The group finally reached the end of the passageway. The metal door opened for the second time in a short amount of time after they passed the authorization test. The noisy sounds of people and music on the other side lost their cover. They surged over together with the heat wave and fragrant wind.
Coincidentally, a group of dancers in stage makeup walked past. They had probably just come from the stage, as they were all sweaty and relaxed. When they encountered the special people who came from Tunnel Number 2, some of the more quick-witted ones couldn't help but throw flirtatious glances at them.
But in the blink of an eye, they saw the young man in front of them who still had a childish air. The emotions of surprise and amusement piled up and collided with each other, so much so that after they were more than ten steps away, the sound of laughter rang out again.
Ronan raised an eyebrow.
Huang Bingzhen, the third stage patient, had said a bunch of nonsense in the form of delirium. But there was one point that Luo Nan agreed with: The circle that Mo Ya was in really did have an intense effect of hinting. It made people in and out of the circle think in the most unbearable direction.
Luo Nan wanted to stuff every single member of Mingtang Culture into a sterilizing cabinet when the high-quality idol, Lan Lin, was exposed. This was to prevent Mo Ya from being placed in a dangerous environment. However, Mo Ya's social circle meant that it was impossible.
The turbid flow of the human heart was multicolored. The more dazzling it was, the more turbulent the whirlpool became. Perhaps Luo Nan could isolate the risk of being infected by the Mutant, but the turbid river water that entered and exited the human heart was unstoppable.
If he couldn't block it, then he would think of a way to control it. He would barely be able to bring it into the new topic … … Huh?
Luo Nan's mind was far too divided. He didn't notice the ice-cold and oppressive gaze behind the group of fragrant beauties until they were far away.
The emotions revealed by the gaze were extremely different from those of the frivolous and cheerful girls. It made people feel exceptionally uncomfortable.
It wasn't just Luo Nan. Bamboo Pole and the others by his side were baffled as well. They were all people with keen senses. Before the metal door opened, they had already confirmed that there weren't any threats worth paying attention to on this side. Actually, the source of the gaze couldn't be considered dangerous even now. So much so that when their gazes met, the source of the gaze was even more astonished than Luo Nan and the others.
"Nanster?"
A young manager named Hai Jing was standing on the side of the corridor not too far away from the metal door. He unconsciously called out to Nanster, so much so that the electronic cigarette in his mouth fell out.
Hai Jing was flustered. He managed to protect this electronic cigarette with great difficulty. It seemed that he still had some lingering fear. He lowered his head and bent his waist in a daze for two seconds. When he raised his head again, the gloominess and restlessness in the depths of his eyes disappeared along with his previous panic.
"Nanster, why did you come out here?"
"Brother Hai Jing, what are you doing here?"
These two completely synchronized sentences made Hai Jing chuckle. Luo Nan just so happened to come over. He stood up straight and used his height advantage to smoothly extend his hand. He wanted to rub Luo Nan's head, just like he did when Luo Nan was young.
But in the next second, he felt the pressure of the gazes of the other four adult men and women aside from Luo Nan.
Among them were people he recognized. Qin Yikun and Gao De. These two were nominally Luo Nan's fellow students of martial arts, but Hai Jing was Luo Nan's manager. He often came into contact with security companies. After doing this several times, he understood that this was the position of a bodyguard.
He chuckled, "So it turns out I accidentally got to know a big shot."
Hai Jing's extended hand moved slightly as he sighed. He changed his attitude to that of a brother and patted Luo Nan's shoulder. "If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have needed to worry so much about Mo Ya. You'll definitely be able to handle things better than me."
Hai Jing's action was intimate, but the word "you" carried a bit of mockery. He didn't seem like a smooth and slick manager. Instead, he seemed more like the frivolous and rebellious lead singer from many years ago.
Luo Nan thought of the gloomy gaze from before. It wasn't directed at him, but Luo Nan could more or less guess where the target was. Wasn't it the metal door that had just been opened and then closed?
Though Luo Nan was not present at the scene, he was able to guess a bit about the chaos caused by Shui Yi and the pressure Hai Jing was under. Right now, Hai Jing had most likely figured out the logic behind the situation. That was why he was standing here, rubbing his own emotions.
Hai Jing could only rub his own emotions.
Whether it was the organizer of the event or Huang Bingzhen himself, they weren't people that he, a middle-level employee of an entertainment company, could compete with. Being in this circle meant that he had to endure the crude and direct invasion and mutation of money and power.
Disregarding the fleshly body, the distortion of the soul was the most lethal.
This was what Luo Nan was able to decipher from Hai Jing's roiling emotions. Luo Nan didn't know whether or not he should rejoice for Hai Jing. Hai Jing was able to feel the pain of his soul and feel hatred because of it. This proved that this former lead singer hadn't been completely mutated.
What else could Luo Nan say? He could only ask, "Is the band doing well?"
Hai Jing was certain that Luo Nan already knew about the band and even Shuiyi's private matters with these words. Who told Luo Nan to come through the metal door?
Hai Jing was calm and collected, at least on the surface. He patted Luo Nan's shoulder once more. "They've already entered the preparation area. If you're a bit late, you'll only be able to watch their performance backstage …. Go forward from here and turn left at the first exit. You'll see the evacuation passageway. Even though there are people guarding it, it shouldn't be a problem for a big shot like you. "
Luo Nan went, "Oh," and Hai Jing pushed his shoulder, indicating for him to hurry up.
The problem was that Luo Nan wasn't an ordinary immature youth. He was an ability user who had already awakened. The God Gear and the Body Gear interacted and tempered to form a body and soul structure. Regardless of strength, Luo Nan had already reached or even exceeded the weight of an adult.
Hai Jing's push was completely useless. Instead, it gave Luo Nan the desire to continue talking.
"Brother Hai Jing, there are some things I want to say to you."
Hai Jing was a bit startled. Then he laughed. He withdrew his hand and combed the hair on his forehead. "What does the big shot want to say?"
"I know that you've done a lot for the Mountain Stream Band, Brother Hai Jing. I know that you have high expectations …."
"Are you comforting me?"
"No. I just want to say that the turbid currents of the human heart tend to diverge, but they don't converge. You built a boat on this river and gave your friends a chance. It's an amazing thing, but why do you need to care about what happens next? Don't tell me that after Prometheus steals the heavenly fire, he still needs to cook the food and serve it to every household? "
As he spoke, Zhang Yingying placed her hand on her forehead.
Luo Nan mainly borrowed Bamboo Pole's argument from before. He made some slight changes to it. His intentions were good, but his argument was mysterious and confusing. Did Hai Jing, who hadn't participated in the previous discussion, have to open his skull to understand it?
But what surprised Zhang Yingying was that Hai Jing actually understood after a short moment of stupefaction. He laughed and extended his hands to press down on Luo Nan's shoulders. He moved closer to Luo Nan's ear and whispered, "Actually, I don't need to give everyone a chance. One person is enough to deliver food to the table. "
"I'm afraid I don't like the food you cook."
"You're just a kid … …" Hai Jing laughed again.
But before he could finish speaking, the music on the theater stage, which was separated by a few walls, was cut off. Just a few seconds later, the rhythmic beat of a drum and the strumming of a guitar rang out at the same time. Then the keyboard cut in, outlining a low and deep tune that extended all the way.
Hai Jing sighed, "It's already started. You might be able to hear the chorus if you hurry over."
Mo Ya's strangely hoarse voice was drowned out at this moment. It was completely different from her usual bright and lustrous voice. Luo Nan didn't even hear her lyrics clearly. He was just about to listen attentively when the wristband on his wrist vibrated.
"Hey, boss." Octopus, who had arrived backstage earlier than them, received a call. He bluntly asked, "Did you guys catch that pharmacist yet?"
Luo Nan knew that he was destined to be unable to support his sister today after being interrupted by Octopus. He sighed soundlessly and responded, "Not yet. Didn't you say that we're extracting that person's image data?"
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