Master of the Stars

The ink hula la flew into the air. As a cameraman, it also took away the live view of the reef beach.

It flies close to the coastline, half of the shot is jagged reefs, and half is foamy waves.

The twisted lines completely blur the boundary between movement and static in the dynamic picture created by low-altitude and high-speed flight. Seeing a lot, it seems that the world in front may be rolled up in the whistling sound of air currents and waves at any time.

To be honest, this is definitely the first-rate audio-visual enjoyment.

Especially in the immersive mode of virtual reality.

But at this time Zhong Man just wanted to say:

It's a transition again!

You guys who play live, don't always engage in this one!

Matching Zhong Man's mood, ZM's live broadcast room is in a very paradoxical atmosphere. The starting point of this atmosphere is probably Dragon Qi's resolute and decisive leap over the cliff.

The visual presentation will not completely destroy everyone's common sense: it is not Superman who flew directly, or is it still following the action of gravity?

Sliding down against the rock wall, even the back and palms are dirty. What Lao Tzu saw in the movie is much cooler than this...you are so tall!

How can live broadcasts and movies be the same?

A guy who looks no different from us except for being taller and more handsome. He joked with us a second, and then just jumped down...

He quickly stood firm, found a foothold, and acted at will in such a dangerous environment, and casually communicated with others without incident.

But here, everyone's heart that fell together has fallen into the absurd cloud, and it still can't be found...

Therefore, a considerable number of people in the live broadcast room still seriously do not believe their eyes, trying to find the correct answer in line with their common sense.

But what's the use of that pale logical chain?

Of course, there are other people who are much more capable of psychological endurance, or after displaying the military-standard inner armor of Dragon Seven yesterday, and strangely intercepting the off-road vehicle of the Thai super boss, they have already done enough psychology. Construction.

"Seven brothers are definitely not mortals!"

"The special forces start, the super soldier is the foundation."

"Dark Blue Walker, I understand, don't think Lao Tzu is from the country!"

"I want to say: young man, it fits your personality..."

Emotion in the live broadcast room gradually ebbs, and the speeches become more and more enthusiastic. Many people talked there, seemingly unaffected.

Zhong Man admired a little.

Anyway, she was a little annoyed when she heard those concepts that seemed to understand but not understand. I feel that the experience points and milestones I have gained from exploring the world over the years are suddenly at the risk of going backwards or even clearing.

However, looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, Zhong Man was relaxed a lot.

Actually, most people in the world are not fools. Born in the age of distortion, they are all threatened by highly destructive, highly pathogenic aberrant species. In recent years, I have also seen Deep Blue Walkers conquering cities in the wilderness. News and documentaries, and the gossip of the transformed people and the infected people who jump into the field from time to time...

Of course, a substantial rendering of cultural and entertainment works must be added.

Everyone is actually very tolerant of some "surreal" elements. In many cases, just respond to the call, cooperate with the mainstream, and be an ostrich with a stuffy life.

Once you really meet, do you really cover your ears, close your eyes and shout "I don't believe I don't believe I don't believe"?

In any case, the world moves forward at its inherent rhythm.

The only difference is that Zhong Man used to think he could predict. Now she has given up this idea, although it severely stripped her sense of security...

She resigned herself to lying on the bed and used the immersive mode to plunge into the continuous rendering of the live camera.

Ink is quickly approaching the suspected shipyard complex on the coastline. Looking over from the sky, it looks a little lacking in vitality. Only a small part of the factory area is lit, and most of the area is immersed in darkness.

However, when the ink is still tens of meters away from the factory area, there is a bright beam projected from the edge of the factory area, which is a high-power searchlight commonly used in military bases.

The ink reacted very quickly, and a quick settlement dodged it.

In the live broadcast room, the emotional barrage of "Oh oh oh, I was found" is emerging again. It is true that the words and deeds of Long Qi and Ronan in the front are too many to associate with the words and deeds. Many people have already sketched them in their minds. The exciting scene of entering the military base.

But then, the searchlight was automatically turned off.

The ink changes direction slightly, staggers the coastline, and flies toward the northwest. On the extension of its flight path, a piece of light was shining, reflecting the rather grand entrance area of ​​the shipyard.

From the high-altitude perspective of the ink, you can see that a vehicle is piercing the darkness of the factory area and hurriedly arriving at the gate. There were a few people in the car, obviously waiting for someone.

These people are all dressed in military uniforms, but they seem to be tense, and they rarely communicate with each other.

Soon someone next to him passed by and said something in his ear. The head of the head raised his head subconsciously, and made a direct eye to the ink. The specific facial details can't be seen clearly, but at that moment, the figure of that person is obviously stiff.

"Alas!"

Someone in the live broadcast room made a long voice with subtle meaning.

At this time, several people at the gate approached together, and the height of the ink also dropped suddenly. The wings spread, slowed down, and landed smoothly on Ruiwen's slender shoulders.

Yes, the three of Ronan arrived.

How long has it been since, in such "road conditions", the speed is comparable to that of a bird?

Has it been edited, or is it true?

The audience in the live broadcast room has too late to think about it.

They were more dazed by the solemnity and open doors of the shipyard gang to greet them.

Hear that after a military salute, the person in charge was overly solemn and respectful and called: "Mr. Luo, you are welcome to inspect and guide the work at Dongbin Shipyard."

Sneak in late at night?

What about the hot scene?

Ronan said he was going to the shipyard, but in that situation, who would have thought it would be this way!

"Yesterday was the third gate security, today is the near defense army."

"Maybe tomorrow we will see Mr. Vampire giving a speech in the Global Council of the Star Federation."

"Tsk tut, privileged class."

"Is this the level that I, a little grass man, should see?"

"Why didn't you say this yesterday?"

"Is it too late to poke my eyes?"

Under the complex meaning of the live broadcast room and the endless wave of barrage, Ronan replied the first sentence politely:

"Come hastily, it's causing you trouble..."

This sentence is normal, but the second sentence has a strange taste: "The ship that just sailed out is not like a warship."

The scene entered a super awkward atmosphere that a three-year-old child could perceive.

He is still the head of the shipyard, forcibly maintaining a smile and serious attitude: "That's it, Mr. Luo, that is a freighter that was repaired by the shipyard in the factory area. It has already left the port for Jicheng."

"Jicheng?"

Long Qi mumbled beside him, wondering if he remembered what he said with his mouth open not long ago.

Ronan nodded, did not ask any more, only said: "Shall we go to the scene?"

The person in charge nodded first, but hesitated for a moment, and said dumbly:

"Mr. Luo."

"Um?"

"You know, this is a military zone, and we don't have authorization for external media."

The person in charge was two seconds late, but still tried his best to keep his smile and voice steady, and said that sentence: "So live broadcast this matter..."

Although he didn't say everything, the meaning was still very clear.

Ronan also replied very quickly: "Of course, I know. The ink will always be outside, and we won't shoot, anyway, it won't be too long."

The person in charge was relieved, and the following military salutes were much brighter: "Then, Mr. Luo, please come with me."

Ronan turned his head and struck a cross with Ink.

As he said, the latter flapped its wings again, and the camera swung back, letting it pass the interior view of the shipyard, sticking to the edge of the factory area, and flew towards the sea, accommodating the late-night seascape, and that one. A freighter going away.

It coincided with the half-round gibbous moon rising eastward, and just lifted a few minutes from the junction of sea and sky, the sea was shimmering, and the distant freighter was reflected in a silhouette, quite picturesque.

There was a sigh in the live broadcast room.

Someone probably got up and started spraying immediately: "Don't broadcast live if you can't afford it!"

No one responded, and there were countless barrages of "the heroes in front walking well" afterwards.

Most people are quite content with live content that goes deep to this level. It's a pity not to enter the shipyard, but it also gets rid of the risk of "self-stabbing eyes", isn't it?

Moreover, everyone has enough time to discuss while watching the scenery-of course, the live broadcast room is not suitable for in-depth discussions. Please go out and turn right. That is the function of forums and exchange groups.

In the East Asian cultural circle, it is "watching visitors", and it also has a wealth of experience and history accumulated in it. For example, everyone here is very suitable to play a few rounds together haha:

"Military port, freighter, haha!"

"Close to the defense forces, haha!"

"I feel like a fool, haha!"

"How many tons can I bear?"

"There is a bright moon on the sea, haha ​​on the horizon."

"Hey, it's foggy, haha!"

"It's not fog, it's cloud hahaha!"

Just now a refreshing night scene was suddenly blurred. The gibbous moon that had just popped its head was drowned behind the clouds in a blink of an eye.

There was still wind on the sea, perhaps the wind blowing clouds, pushing down the heavy clouds and adhering to the sea. The visibility of the surroundings dropped sharply. Soon, the largest cargo ship on the sea was also submerged in the clouds.

"Is there rain on the forecast?"

"The storm is coming!"

The flying ink was not afraid of it, waving dark wings that were not suitable for strong wind, and dancing up and down in the wind and waves. For a while, outside of the live broadcast footage, there were clouds and mist coming across the face. Soon the footage was also stained with water droplets, causing a group of netizens who were almost following the airsick to wonder if the crow was blown by the wind and mist. Heading, I will plunge into the sea in the next second.

All of a sudden, the live broadcast room shouted:

"Miss Ruiwen, come and take care of your cameraman."

"Be sober boy! You are a crow, not a petrel!"

"There is a demon wind on the ground. This trip is very unfavorable. I mean, that freighter should return to Hong Kong as soon as possible!"

In the chaos, the ink flying stopped suddenly, and it quacked twice, as if to declare a victory:

I don’t know when, it actually "landed" again, but it was caught by the thick claws, not on the edge of trees, rocks or other buildings on the land, but an antenna contaminated with damp water vapor...

Located at the upper end of a freighter sailing on the sea.