It turned out that among people of the same level, there were some who were sharper than others. Similarly, there were also some who were more reserved. If not for Director Mou's order to "cut off the signal," even if the Extraordinary audience had seen through the trick, they wouldn't have exposed the truth in a tone that bordered on losing their composure in public.
In front of the circular conference table, Director Mou spread his hands innocently. Under the high-resolution projection effect, the well-developed hairs on his forearms were clearly visible.
But in the eyes of many, this Extraordinary businessman, who was even more successful than Buhuan Gold back then, had sinister thoughts that were much more complicated than superficial hair.
After being reminded, most of the participants stared at the small "picture-in-picture" area in the upper right corner of the live broadcast and quickly captured the most crucial information.
Captain Jimmy, who had clearly "disappeared," had retreated to a corner of the live broadcast, but the filthy perspective that was presented in the form of a picture-in-picture was still there!
It was still the same blood-colored spots that were twisted and densely woven. There was no entry point for analysis, but it was still changing and had some sort of "vitality." This existence alone had already formed a contradiction with the reality that it had "disappeared". And if combined with the goal that people had been discussing and scheming about, it would quickly transform into a predictable explosive point!
Captain Jimmy had disappeared from this world, but he still existed!
So, where did he exist?
"Zoom in, zoom in!"
People like General Kenney, who had gone crazy, had already begun to bang the table and jeer, demanding that the live broadcast switch the small area of the picture-in-picture back to the main perspective.
His request had not been met. In fact, it was a little presumptuous to obtain more information through a simple live broadcast.
Dr. Pan, for example, had his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He even used the laboratory resources to strip down the transmitted data from the live broadcast and perform corresponding analysis, but he still couldn't find any pattern.
He asked Tian Bang again, and the latter, who was trying to imagine Captain Jimmy's current situation, hesitantly said, "The only thing I can be sure of is that Jimmy's perspective changes greatly, which is completely different from the previous static view of the live broadcast. Extrapolating from normal environmental conditions, he should be moving or even rolling. But if there really is a 'there', a normal environment should be an extravagant hope."
"And then?"
"You're already making wild guesses. How can there be anything else?"
In fact, Tian Bang had other ideas.
The changes in the shape of the blood-colored spots, including the brightness and dimming of the luminosity, and even the ripples caused by the signal interference, there should be some room for further analysis in the future.
Perhaps it would be more appropriate to use the recently popular "configuration" theory?
But no matter what, he had to have firsthand information.
As for where the "first-hand information" was, it obviously depended on the provider of the "livestream service."
If Tian Bang could think of it, the others could as well.
"Chairman Mou, what do you think?" President Abner returned to his usual feminine tone. He was neither too fast nor too slow, showing his respectful attitude.
Director Mou didn't even blink as he replied nonstop, "I've said it before, this is definitely a vile incident. The Apocalypse Laboratory's team stationed in Ban City was hired by the Star Alliance to take on the mission of attacking the cultists. Attacking them was undoubtedly a crime. As partners in all aspects of the Apocalypse Experiment, we will communicate with each other.
We must quickly reach a consensus and take action against this so-called 'Mister Mo' who slaughters the innocent … "
It was rare that President Abner had the patience to listen to his long-winded speech, or maybe it was because Director Mou spoke too quickly, but he finally found a gap to cut in.
"I'm talking about the picture-in-picture."
"Picture-in-picture?"
Director Mou appeared to be "out of sorts" and didn't seem to be following President Abner's train of thought.
The latter smiled and directly pointed it out. "Director Mou, Captain Jimmy's perspective is still there, isn't it? He seems to still exist in a certain 'area' and maintains signal contact with the outside world. Of course, we don't know if this is purely a signal from the equipment or if it's good news that both the human and the computer are still there. But before the results are confirmed, we should. In fact, everyone has more positive expectations … "
Director Mou looked around. Sure enough, there were only two types of people in the virtual venue: those staring at the livestream and those staring at him.
These people cast the so-called "positive expectations" gaze at him. Their eyes were bright and burning.
Speaking of which, when he voted in favor of "sharing the livestream resources," he didn't expect this situation at all.
After a rare second of hesitation, Director Mou followed Abner's rhythm with some reluctance. "It would be great if that's the case, but we don't have the information to support it at the moment …"
President Abner pressed close. "There will be. The Apocalypse Lab should have it. As a comprehensive partner, be it Quantum Corporation, the Deep Blue Lab, or the ability user society, we are all willing to contribute and jointly decipher this information … "
Director Mou's expression was solemn. The wrinkles on his forehead and between his eyebrows formed a cross again as he tried to find his rhythm. "Of course, we wouldn't have provided the corresponding livestream service otherwise. As everyone can see, the price is heavy … Speaking of which, at a time like this, the efficiency must be higher if we directly face the key issues and key people. Pope of the Hundred Collections, what do you think? "
This was an excellent shift of the ball, and the method of blurring the focus was excellent.
The participants began to look in all directions and listen in all directions. At the same time, they paid attention to the size of the livestream as well as the topic of conversation in the venue, for fear of missing a crucial detail.
The Pope of the Hundred Collections was also smiling, but he also took a longer time to respond. "That's why I've been asking for everyone's opinion. Now that things have come to this, is Mr. Mo being driven by a tender heart, or is he trying to declare something? Only by unraveling this riddle will we be able to take corresponding actions later on. Because of Director Mou, the livestream provided by Deep Blue, and the Apocalypse Lab, as well as the collected information and data, we might have found an opportunity to crack this riddle. "
"… …"
Alright, it was back to square one again.
Director Mou was sure that he had been cruelly surrounded, but he couldn't blame anyone else. After witnessing the unexpected harvest of the "picture-in-picture", his greed had arisen on the spur of the moment, and it had aroused public anger.
Again, who would have expected that Mr. Mo would actually make such a big "mistake" and present the place that everyone coveted in front of everyone in such a manner?
It was that "place" without a doubt … right?
Up until now, all the heavyweight conclusions were just "inferences." But the continuous changes in events, although not to the point of being a "solid hammer," were still like the chisels in the hands of craftsmen, knocking down the originally thick and heavy barrier bit by bit, exposing the outline of the truth.
From now on, all that was needed was a little bit of imagination to more or less sketch out the entire truth.
It was precisely this "little bit" that made the high-end people present wary, but it also inevitably stimulated gambling-like expectations.
At times like this, as long as they were a little bit earlier than others …
Captain Jimmy, who was a little bit earlier, and the Apocalypse Lab behind him, thus became the target of everyone's jealousy. Director Mou couldn't cut it in time … and couldn't cut it, so he naturally became the target of focus fire.
Now, apart from throwing up his hands, he could only say some strange words and mock himself. "You've gone around in such a big circle, but you can't even strangle someone to death with a knot. Why bother? Besides, he's right there. Just ask him directly! "
"Ask?"
There was a sudden momentary silence in the virtual venue.
Director Mou's words actually didn't have the effect of "striking a blow to the head." They were just absurd. Would Mr. Mo pay attention to you directly if you asked him directly?
But on further thought, if he didn't pay attention, why would he "openly" expose himself?
For a moment, the venue was filled with hesitation.
A considerable number of them looked at one another, till some one ventured: --
"Why don't we have a talk?"
"Talk about how to take Gong Qi's old life?"
"Shut up, you old bastard!"
"Let's talk about serious business. Who's going to talk?"
At this moment, the operation team's "rescue operation" had already lost its meaning. A few Deep Blue Walkers stopped. They stopped at the scene of the incident with a dignified and awkward posture. Stopping was already like this, so there was no need to mention going forward to talk. If they forced it, it might be another Captain Jimmy.
As for the last person to talk to Mr. Mo, Gotou Masayoshi, he had already died without a complete corpse. The surrounding "Heavenly Nation's people" had also pretty much dispersed. Looking around, there was actually no one suitable to talk to Mr. Mo in the vicinity of the passenger terminal.
"It really isn't easy to find someone. Their status isn't equal." The Pope of Baiji rubbed his bald head and smiled amiably. "Why don't I go ask?"
Someone immediately objected, "Don't! It was so unpleasant just now. It won't look good if we fight again because of a disagreement! "
Of course, the synchronized translation of the participants was, "What if you take the opportunity to secretly give it to him?"
That being said, if the Pope of Baiji wanted to take the initiative to "communicate" with Mr. Mo, no one present could stop him.
Perhaps it had already begun!
In a moment of desperation, someone spoke indiscriminately, "Why don't we let this person participate as well? Let that Luo … … someone pass on a message. "
Fortunately, this person didn't break his brain from the anxiety. He forcefully swallowed the word "Nan" back down. Even so, the expression in Ouyang Chen's eyes behind the smooth lenses made him break out in a cold sweat.
Tian Bang, who was watching the excitement, let out a "heh."
Speaking of Luo Nan, when the situation developed to this degree, the sensitive "speech" came to an end.
The affairs of the world were like this. It was better to have less trouble than less trouble. Previously, the secret of the "alternate space" was guarded to the death. Quite a few people here hated that they couldn't gang up and attack. But once there was a gap, they all thought of playing tricks.
To put it bluntly, they were all people with great families and businesses. They could eat and drink to their heart's content just by opening their mouths. Who would be willing to give up wealth and glory and gamble their lives?
If Mr. Mo had calculated this point and intentionally acted this way, then his methods alone were enough to show his brilliance.
Just as he was pondering, he heard someone shout, "Oh oh, he's looking over again!"
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