Ronan didn't know that someone was paying close attention to his every move. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have the extra energy to pay attention to it.
His condition is very bad: hunger, pain, itching, hallucinations, these negative elements that originally existed have only increased, not decreased, as time goes by, and they have gradually merged into corrosive poisonous fire.
Driven by an invisible force, the internal organs, limbs and bones move erratically.
The so-called "invisible force" is exactly the ghost that Ronan discovered through visualization.
Today's ghost is no longer a "mosquito-like" body. It controls the poisonous fire, flows deep in Ronan's flesh and blood, swallows the essence at all times, grows and strengthens, and continues to exert more and more interference on Ronan, forming a
An effect similar to "blocking":
Whenever Ronan tried to meditate, enter a calm state, and study the origin of ghosts carefully, strong interference from the physical and even mental levels would come roaring in and forcefully blast them out.
If this continues, Ronan will be consumed by the ghost sooner or later, counting only the energy consumed to enter the state of concentration and the backlash of failure.
The ghost has also been trying to stir up Ronan's emotions.
Just like the conflict with Li Xuecheng, when Ronan almost killed Li Xuecheng with fatal psychological hints, the ghostly laughter clearly echoed in his ears.
It's really just a little bit away from breaking the strings of reason.
Ronan also remembered that when his palm was pressed against Li Xuecheng's throat, the other person's fear and despair melted into the flesh and blood, forming a billowing heat wave, rushing in. However, it was destined to be a passing turbid current, not only
It failed to be used by him, and even took away some of his energy, and finally disappeared - but you can imagine where it went!
The ghost is using this method to grow rapidly and squeeze Ronan's living space step by step.
Ronan's current mood is naturally not very good.
But upon closer inspection, this feeling is largely a bad experience in which old memories have been disturbed, causing sediment to appear.
He was very dissatisfied that he had lost his temper just now because of the notebook...well, because of the imitation paper soft screen.
This shouldn't be the case!
The imitation paper soft screen has been with him for five years, and he has become accustomed to forgetting everything except its actual functions. But where did that violence and impulse come from? How did the trance-like thoughts come out after that?
Is it because the genes from someone are hidden deep in the flesh and blood?
That coward?
hehe!
Ironically, the active interference of the ghost gave Ronan a good explanation, so that he actually felt a little subtle relief.
It all comes down to ghosts... things are simpler.
The blockade interference of the ghost has indeed caused a lot of trouble. But why do we have to go all out to break the blood?
Ronan entered the state of concentration, hoping to use that state to further understand the ghost, contact it, capture it, and destroy it. The ghost's obstruction and interference confirmed that the idea was correct.
In Ronan's opinion, those who are single-minded should be ghosts. If you want to understand something, you don't have to go through "sedation".
Ronan has a more direct approach:
A pen and a piece of paper!
Over the years, he has collected character materials, described surrounding scenes, made numerous on-the-spot sketches, and captured the characteristics of others. His writing may not be organized, but he has already developed first-class sensitivity.
Now, all he needs is to make a special "self-portrait"!
The lines flow down from the tip of the pen, stacking up layer by layer, intertwining with each other. The mind is at a distance, focused and relaxed, smooth and agile, and there is a tendency to get out of control.
In a sense, hand-drawing is freer than visualizing.
The visual graphics seem to come out of thin air, but in fact they are very rigorous and must be kept in sync with the spirit of the form and cannot be added or subtracted at will.
But the sketches on white paper are different. They come from reality, but they can also be separated from reality. They can use virtual, fantasy, and symbolic brushwork to describe a certain idea or concept and completely liberate inspiration.
Grandpa could use hand-drawn graphics to express the mystery of "Format Theory" back then. Now Ronan can also use a similar method to describe and explain the changes that have happened to him.
When this change falls on paper, it can even be deduced, and one step ahead, forming a small draft in advance of the "big work".
Therefore, Ronan painted a prison that never existed in reality to symbolize the most prominent thoughts in his mind at the moment.
It was the first time in his life for Ronan to be imprisoned. The novel experience naturally connected to the first sentence of the sixteen-character mantra:
My heart feels like a prison.
Ronan believed that the sixteen-character mantra must be some kind of interpretation of the "Format Theory" by his grandfather. Among them, "Prison, Furnace, Mirror, Country", etc., were even direct expressions of the format levels. According to the sequence, "Prison"
The format may be an advancement of "container".
Therefore, he referred to the cold and cramped confinement room, used free and smooth writing, picked up the looming inspiration, and even the more wonderful "qi machine", and built his own wonderful architecture on the paper.
Of course he knew that many of the prison structures he drew were fantasy and might not be used in the "format", but as long as he had that clue of inspiration, it was enough.
As for the distorted pictures, it is easier to explain, because the pictures reflect the reality. The power to distort the architecture comes from the interior of the building.
That invisible ghost is the instigator.
He couldn't see the ghost, but he could indirectly experience its existence through the distorted picture.
The more elements presented in the pen, the closer the "self-portrait" is to reality.
At this moment, Ronan's thoughts on the tip of his pen were as one, indistinguishable from each other, as if they were inseparable. The imaginary world of nothingness, like a picture scroll, was re-opened in front of Ronan. The regular tetrahedron outlined by silver wire and its
The inner cut and the outer circumference of the sphere are clearly presented and overlap with the "prison" on the paper to form a wonderful picture.
It doesn't matter if he can't enter the samadhi state, he can restore the samadhi state here.
In fact, once it reappears, it proves that Ronan's state of mind has eliminated external interference, and the ghost's actions will no longer be meaningful.
Ronan kept writing and his mind had returned to a calm state.
The ghost that had been causing disruption and destruction was caught off guard and finally showed its strange appearance!
Outside of the visual graphics, other colors seeped into the originally empty darkness. This is a depressing dark red, like a fire struggling in the ashes. It interpenetrates and blends with the darkness, and together they form a slightly
Shows blurry outlines.
This thing is swimming in the darkness, sticking to the visualization graphics, trying to penetrate inside... and has already penetrated a considerable part.
If it were anyone else, it would have taken some time to even find out the boundaries of this monster. But Ronan could recognize its image at a glance:
Burn the shadow!
During the "earthquake" in the R&D area, it was this phantom that loomed, roared, and almost killed Ronan. Since then, it has been invisible and difficult to trace.
Ronan also left its image on the drawing software.
If he hadn't encountered the "True Destiny" thing, Ronan would have been in school at this time, checking information, trying to find any clues about it. How could he have imagined that this guy was in such a state, in his consciousness
Wandering around, blending with his flesh and blood!
Ronan did not stop writing, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, I'm laughing, I'm laughing!" Lieutenant Colonel Lu shouted, feeling extremely ashamed and thinking that he must have been infected by Ronan to make such a fuss.
Zhang Yingying was also very curious about Ronan's current state of mind. Unfortunately, the surveillance screen was destined not to detect Ronan's inner voice. On the other hand, in the surveillance room, a "beep" sound sounded, the door opened, and someone strode in.
Zhang Yingying looked back curiously and saw that the man was wearing a straight azure slim-fitting uniform without any military rank. He looked out of place with the "deep space gray" space military uniforms in the room.
Lieutenant Colonel Lu turned his head and saw the person coming, frowned slightly, and soon smiled again. He took a step forward and said with a smile: "Assistant Yan, how is the search going?"