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Having hurriedly ended the communication with his mother, He Yuanzhi ran in small steps, heading in the direction Zhai Weiwu called him.

How complicated can the layout of a nursing home be?

Relatively private call places, that is, the end of the corridor, the stairway, and the elevator room. Because of this, He Yuanzhi just ran out of the corner of the stairs and ran into a person head on, who was also on the phone:

"Yes, it's over there, just send me the coordinates..."

Hearing this voice, He Yuanzhi was also a little confused: Isn't this the protagonist he talked with his mother just now, Mr. Ronan?

Obviously, Mr. Ronan should have also taken a fancy to this private calling place. Maybe he should watch him go in first. It is not easy to rob him before calling from outside.

Heyuanzhi also didn't run for a while, nor did he stay. When he was in a daze, Ronan stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, motioning him to play with Zhai Weiwu, ah, it should mean doing homework.

Heyuanzhi was also hypnotized. He walked over there in a daze. He vaguely heard Ronan saying, “It’s not convenient to ask now. They tried their best to make me forget about it, so I won’t take it out again. People... I'll go and worship by myself next week."

Even if the maturity of Heyuan Zhiye is higher than that of his peers, it is difficult to judge what Ronan is talking about when there is insufficient information.

At this time, almost all the people on the corridor of the nursing home had something to do with Mr. Ronan. He Yuanzhi had only walked a few more steps, and the fat Mr. Mo Peng touched his head, and said that he was going to make an excuse for being immortal.

Sure enough, the customs of Hancheng are very different from those of Xiacheng, and he has to adapt one by one.

"Don't bully people." Mr. Ronan's call was very short, and he followed him.

He Yuanzhi also turned around hurriedly and bowed his bow seriously, apologizing for his previously unknown behavior.

Mo Peng didn't respond at all. Instead, he clenched his fist very seriously. It was the hand that touched Heyuan Zhiya's head just now. He flicked two vigorously and clicked again in the air. It should be following some kind of them. Invisible picture logic.

A second later, Mo Peng waved his arm vigorously and screamed, "Doublekill!"

While yelling, he reached out again to touch Heyuan Zhiye's forehead, Ronan patted his hand, "What are you doing?"

"Those who see have a share, those who see have a share." Mo Peng smiled from ear to ear, "The Ten Days of Wilderness Expansion Experience quota, thanks to this little brother, double share, don't miss the wrong way, this experience card I'm here for you!"

"Well, shouldn't it be given to Zhi?"

Mo Peng blurted out: "What games do children play! Ah, I mean, Wilderness Ten Days is a special tutoring level, and children under 13 years old can't touch it."

"..."

At this time, He Yuanzhi also decided to play the role that his naive peers should have. Doesn't it mean that Mr. Ronan can't distinguish his cousin's clumsy acting skills?

But then again, this should be a birthday present, right?

Half a second later, Ronan responded with the same inferior acting skills and lines: "Sheng, brother's sincerity, and Ji Ya's blessing, I have accepted."

Heyuanzhi also showed an innocent smile at the right time, and Mo Peng also smiled happily, really happy: "I sent it to you, and I have to remember this affection when I look back, and take me to fly!"

Ronan, who has left a brilliant record in the real world of Frost River, has a big deal about this: "No problem, the hero seat will go."

"I remember it!"

After the award for acting comparable to a golden broomstick, Ronan patted Mo Peng's arm and went to the room where his grandfather was.

Later, Mo Peng had already made up for the mistakes made just now: "Zhi Ye, that adult is not good at playing games, my brother..."

He Yuanzhi also corrected him seriously: "You are my elder, Mr. Mo Peng."

"Hey, Zhiya, you have been lazy for too long!"

In the voice of Zhai Weiwu's "senior brother-like" command to Heyuan Zhiye, Ronan checked the freshly obtained electronic experience card and pretended not to see it. The purchase date of the experience card was yesterday.

He laughed again, flipped his palm in the long sleeve of the T-shirt, and when he came out again, there was already an old notebook. He came to the outside of Grandpa's room, but did not immediately push the door in. He only looked at the situation in the house from the glass window in the middle.

Inside, my aunt and Moya were talking and chatting with Grandpa's Aunt Hong Hong to understand the situation.

Ruiwen stood quietly on one side...Well, I was with Zhai Weiwu just now. When did you come in?

Uncle Mo Haihang, lying on the **** chair on the other side, had already squinted and fell asleep.

As for the grandfather who passed away early today, he was on the balcony outside, chatting with the repairman without a word. Under his feet is the kingdom of God, the new building blocks built today. Of course, he won’t delay his warmth in the afternoon. Dozing off in the bright sun.

Watching this scene, Ronan looked down at the old notes in his hand, shook his head, clamped the thing under his ribs, and then turned and left.

He walked through the corridor to the attached open-air platform on this floor. The platform was also on the sunny side. In this position, his eyes were better, and he could see the calf of the grandfather almost buried in the building blocks on the balcony of the ward.

"To say, this is considered a security hazard. I once considered changing the room for the old man, but considering the adaptability problem, I didn't have to toss it anymore." Someone came over while talking.

Ronan turned his face and said hello with a smile: "Brother Octopus."

The person here is Zhang Yuliang who works in the nursing home, um, let him be more used to octopus. This neuropharmaceutical expert, dressed in white clothes, copied with both hands, walked slowly over, stood side by side with Ronan, and followed Ronan's gaze.

"You didn't go in just now?"

"Finally, at the beginning, I hid in the crowd and stepped in half a foot. It's birthday, don't make trouble."

Octopus opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the phrase "You are also the birthday star today". Since Ms. Luo Shuqing and others have worked hard to take advantage of this special day to engage in family activities, and deliberately conceal the fact that Ronan is the client, so as not to have bad associations, why should he break it?

Well, Ronan doesn't need him to be smart either.

"The old man is still excited when I see you?"

"Basically."

"Because he sees how terrible you are?" Octopus was of course joking.

Ronan nodded without knowing, "It should be like this."

"Huh?"

Ronan didn't answer immediately, only asked: "Is Grandpa still in that state these days?"

"Well, it's been bad for a while, so I look up to the sky at every turn, especially on cloudy days. Fortunately, the sun is shining in Xiacheng these days..."

Ronan glanced towards the sky, and agreed: "Yes, it's okay."

Octopus always felt that these words lacked sincerity, so he hesitated for a moment, and still said: "Nanzi, consult with me privately."

"So polite..."

Octopus lowered his voice: "You're welcome. The situation is so sensitive now that we are'distortion-handling'."

"what?"

"Isn't it? At the summit meeting, you insisted on distinguishing distortion from the X-factor that causes extraordinary power. This is a delineation!"

The octopus's hand has been taken out of his pocket and spread out to make a balance: "Should I deal with the distortion first, or explore the plane first? The Internet will be noisy during this time. But don't worry, we in the medical industry must be standing by you. Here!"

"...I thank you!" Ronan rolled his eyes, and at the same time he understood what the octopus wanted to ask. "You want to talk about the'radiation source'."

"To be precise, it is the current objective environment and the impact on everyone's practice. Is there really such an approaching external factor?" Octopus looked curious.

"The'trend line' of Lord Miqi is a false proposition in my opinion. However, the trend of environmental changes is undeniable." Ronan paused, and the topic shifted a little bit. "I went to see You Lao yesterday. He His body is getting worse, and my grandfather is like that. I was thinking that they actually have something in common."

Octopus blinked.

"You are always a psychic, so you don't need to mention the ability of telepathy. And I think that grandpa is also very sensitive, or that he has specialization on a special level, and can receive information outside the dimension of ordinary people's perception... …I think so now."

Ronan's thoughts were expanded from the special induction device of magneto-optical mica-now he is washed back and forth every day by a huge flow of information beyond his ability to understand, and he knows the suffering of it.

In terms of verbal logic alone, Ronan’s words are not difficult to understand. Octopus can associate more from this: “So, the physical condition of the old man, including the current condition of Mr. You, is indeed related to that ‘radiation source’?”

"This factor is not ruled out. Of course, there will be poor analysis, overload and downtime in the follow-up."

Ronan flipped through the old notes at hand, looking at the content that was destroyed and filled in by the chaotic lines. This is a special item that disturbed the situation not long ago. Many people think it has amazing secrets and corresponding value.

Ronan didn't want to correct anything, because he didn't completely decipher the information inside. But he was convinced that he was more qualified to judge than everyone on earth.

Grandpa definitely does not have extraordinary powers. After the mental symptoms appear, his body bones are much weaker than normal people. It's just such a fragile body, which is likely to carry extremely dense and extremely deadly horrible information - Ronan, who has rich experience in overload, can completely imagine the consequences.

The current, including Luo Yuandao of the year, certainly didn't have the altar spider web used by Ronan to undertake screening information. What's more, the pressure of quantity is not the ultimate problem. The most terrible thing lies in the level and structure.

He was able to perceive this trace from the records in the notebook:

It is like a storage device with limited space, and a large number of highly compressed files are copied into it, which is already full, and it is necessary to decompress it.

Machines can be down, can be restarted, how can people be?

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