Chapter 284: 2. Zero Announcement

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This indescribable food even felt disgusting when Kemeng saw it, let alone a

smart tape recorder.

The tape recorder stayed in the pot for nearly half an hour and left it to dry

for a long time, letting it reflect on what it means to respect your parents.

During this half an hour, the black pot lid was placed aside, so that the

greedy tape recorder would not be judged by the black pot as reprocessed

ingredients.

Half an hour later, Kemon came back to see it again, and the tape recorder

yelled for mercy as soon as he met, and his low-pitched look didn't look like

he was suffering from disgusting power.

It can be seen that its inner greed and gluttony can't compare to the nausea

of a dark cooking pot.

Kemon put on his gloves, took out the recorder, covered the dark cooking pot,

and put it in the storage scarf.

When you are free, you can feed it to the big-faced cat.

The big-faced cat will not dislike it. Kemun believes that it has completely

stopped thinking, no matter how sick it is, it can't let it return to

thinking.

If the big-faced cat can regain the ability to think... it feels like it would

be a pretty amazing event.

A lot of knowledge may bring a lot of abilities.

Even if you don't have the ability to increase, having such knowledge will not

be useless.

When Kemon became Cthulhu in his dream, he could feel that he contained

infinite knowledge.

However, those knowledge with extraordinary powers will be very vague after

awakening from a dream, and will remain with synesthetic techniques.

"Stop eating meat?"

Kemon looked at the old-fashioned tape recorder, and its body exuded a

stinking smell. It was dark food on its body.

"Don't eat, don't eat."

Under the shooting of the lens, the voice of the tape recorder is fully

displayed.

Then I sent a tape recorder to release the inaudible frog croak to the new

round of patients. It finally became safe, no longer arrogantly shouting

fleshly, incarnate as a diligent 997 employee, not crying tired in front of

the boss for a moment, and working hard. Meticulous.

Looking at such an obedient tape recorder, the bandage man couldn't help

rolling his eyes when he saw it.

"What did you eat for that guy, so addictive?" The bandage man just woke up

and didn't know that Kemon had fed him an indescribable dark dish.

"Just a dark dish, do you want to try it?"

"Ordinary dark dishes don't have this effect... Oh I remember, that pot."

Kemun's file record popped out of the bandage man's mind, the new pot.

Kemeng's item growth rate is so fast that the number of possessions of one

person has become double digits.

The bandage man dared to pack a ticket, Kemon will soon break through the

hundreds.

"That pot, I haven't seen the real thing, let me see it." The bandage man saw

that the disobedient tape recorder was tuned so obediently, and his heart

moved, he wanted to see the real thing.

Just watching the video, the human senses must be more impactful than watching

the real thing on the spot.

Ke Meng satisfies the wishes of the bandage male captain and pats a black

cauldron in his storage scarf.

The food in the pot has not been processed yet, just to show the bandage man

what a real dark dish is.

The bandage man did not uncover the pot. He already smelled the scent of pork,

roasted meat, boiled meat, braised meat, and all kinds of scents penetrated

into his nostrils, making him confused.

This thing seems to be something.

This scent has already given him a strong appetite, not to mention anything

else.

But the man in the bandage had watched Kemeng's video and knew that it was an

illusion and a wrong signal from his brain, convinced himself that it was

really fragrant, in fact it was really smelly.

Before boiling, the bandaged man covered his mouth and nose and slowly

uncovered the black pot.

The black air surged upwards, and the indescribable mosaic-like object twisted

its body in the pot, as if saying: Come on, be happy, anyway, there is a lot

of time...

The bandage man took a step back subconsciously, but his firm will made him

stand back again, and forced himself to lower his head to observe the dark

food from a closer distance.

The mosaic on the dark food is too blurry. The bandage man thought about it

when he watched the video before. Could it be that the dark food itself has a

blurring effect on the shooting equipment.

Now when I pulled it up close with my naked eyes, the fuzzy feeling did not

disappear.

The closer you get, the mosaic will shrink in proportion to the same level, so

that the mosaic in the eye's perspective is always in a low-density fuzzy

form.

"There is no specific body." The bandage man closed the lid and realized.

This thing is really beyond description.

Even if you pull your eyes to 0.1 millimeter and look directly at the

disgusting thing, it will not change its characteristics.

Kemon took its dark cooking pot back into his scarf, "By the way, about the

froghead."

"We will update the second edition of the instructions to the outside world

and open conservative treatment plans to the outside world within a certain

period of time." The bandage man knew what Kemon wanted to say.

There are patients in Jinlizhou, and there are also frog head patients abroad.

If those froghead patients don't return to humans, over time, aliens will

appear among the human population.

There is a saying in Jinlizhou that people who are not from my race must have

different hearts. This sentence may not be a 100% accurate creed, but it is

applicable in most cases. What the bandage man is afraid of is that these

hearts have no different hearts, but The appearance is already a different

kind of person.

I haven't changed my mind now, but after living for a long time, I will

eventually feel unbalanced.

Once the mind is unbalanced, various small contradictions slowly accumulate,

until one day, bang, a volcano composed of contradictions erupts.

"Well, trouble you guys."

Now that the diligent 997 tape recorder completes this mission for Kemeng,

Kemeng naturally has a broader mindset.

Having nothing to do, Kemeng edited it in the computer room of the bureau and

posted it to the Internet after the cut. By the way, he received the video

evaluation task. The evaluation object was the gluttonous tape recorder.

The evaluation requirements of the system are relatively simple, no special

professionalism is required, as long as there is the correct evaluation

content, which functions to conceal special items are determined by the UP

owner.

This round of Kemeng's video can cure people by concealing the files recorded

by the recorder. This matter cannot be disclosed casually. Now only recorders

and Kemeng can save people. The efficiency of treatment is too low.

And the people in the bureau have tried it. The old tape recorder has a memory

card. Once the audio file inside is transferred, the effect of the frog sound

will be invalid.

Therefore, the old-fashioned recorder is unique ~www.mtlnovel.com~ cannot be

copied.

The recorder can also transfer files, but the audio file also appears once

transferred or processed, the frog body effect will disappear.

According to this situation, Kemun inferred that the transfer or processing

will make the original audio file no longer original, it is no longer the

original sound file, so there is no such power.

At noon that day.

The Bureau of Investigation released a version 2.0 notice.

"Major progress!"

"The Bureau of Investigation has researched to shorten the treatment plan for

frogheads, and no longer need to be closed for ten years."

"As long as the isolation is eight years, it can be treated and discharged."

The time has been shortened by two years. The unknowing people of Jinlizhou

shouted loudly, but foreign netizens felt that the Special Affairs

Investigation Bureau was telling a joke.

What ten years and eight years are all trusts, and I can't believe a word, the

old man is very bad!