Chapter 622: Wasteland cultivation area

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This security door is the oldest door Kemeng can find, and it is also the only

door that has seen the master of Kinmen show his face all the way.

Kemeng tried the security guard who had been on duty for forty-two years. The

security guard said that this was the place where the door organization used

to train new people to break into disciples, and there were other doors

leading to that area.

However, the security door has not been used since it was opened five years

ago.

Because of the rapid advancement of science and technology in modern society,

surveillance cameras are everywhere, and even his backward second school has

installed cameras.

The security guard deliberately broke a few, but then the camera was repaired

by the maintenance master, or replaced with a new camera, he did not dare to

do too many times, only to reduce the frequency of giving away.

While sending people in, let those who go in give feedback on the situation,

let the door organization know that his door is not suitable for giving away.

After all, every time someone is given away, the person who enters is very

likely to die, and if there are more people missing, he can't hide the facts

as easily as before.

So five years ago, the door organization took into account the difficult

conditions of cameras everywhere, allowing the old man to stop giving people

away, and finally asked him whether he was promoted to disciple.

The old security man’s enthusiasm for promotion has dissipated, and he is too

hard-hearted, afraid of death, and has been dragging on.

The people in the door organization also thought that Jesse Mond was an early

old member of the organization, so he did not close the door and kept the

right to open the door to him.

Maybe the old man wanted to open one day and knocked on the door to get

promoted, but he didn't expect Kemun to break in by chance.

Kemon recalled the old man's experience, closed the door of the security

guard, and the whole world was quiet.

In the blink of an eye, he came to another room.

Here is a dark room with no objects, only the high vents are shining brightly.

According to the old man's memory, this is a wasteland world, with someone

guarding the door.

But it hasn't been given away in five years, there may not be someone outside

the door, and someone who needs a token to call the door organization.

Kemeng didn't use that token. The door organization was in the asylum period,

and suddenly discovered that the door that had not been opened for five years

was suddenly given away. He must be suspicious.

Kemon pressed against the wall, silently feeling the heat distribution outside

the wall.

There are no large calorie creatures.

Ke Meng thought about it, and took out the earthen-like objects from the

storage scarf.

"Earth Escape Headgear"

"Wearing a headgear, you can travel through the ground for ten seconds."

"After use, one-thousandth of your muscle tissue will become hard rock."

Kemon put on his headgear, and the ground under his feet oscillated like

water.

Kemeng held his breath, sank into the water and started a downward diving

position, then slammed his legs, fiddled with both hands a few times,

resurfaced "on the surface", and returned to the ground to take off his

headgear.

As soon as the side effects appear, they are worn away by the power in the

body.

Tuck the headgear into the storage scarf and look at the whole dim sky.

In front of them are dilapidated buildings, a disrepaired commercial street,

old human-powered trolleys, and old shop billboards hung on the walls. The

billboards contain some doctrines related to door organization.

Seeing those words, Kemeng's resistance force moved slightly, eliminating the

mental pollution.

There is a small amount of radiation in the air, which constantly stimulates

the human body, improves the human body's spiritual perception and the ability

of muscle tissue growth and resistance, and contains the hidden stimulation of

the thought of enlightenment.

However, these radiations can't affect Kemeng's body, they are all eliminated

by resistance forces.

Within two minutes of walking into the ruined city, there were a few flies

flying beside him. When the buzzing wings vibrated, there was some kind of

spiritual pollution, which could give people the self-encouraging illusion

that they could successfully promote themselves as disciples.

Kemeng thought slightly, and several flies were cold and stiff, and fell to

the ground like a rock.

There was a crisp and faint sound, and a few flies broke into dozens of pieces

like broken ice.

Kemeng took out the faceless mask, his face changed, his wrinkles grew older,

his body became shorter, and his temperament became a sixty-year-old man.

His clothes were short-sleeved white shirts, and there was no security

uniform.

Kemeng didn't plan to notify the door organization in advance. He was going to

hit the enemy by a wrong hand. The face on his face was just to cover up.

He didn't need to activate the token of the 60-year-old security guard. Just

standing in the middle of the street, Kemeng's eyes flashed countless

historical pictures, providing him with a lot of door organization

information.

One minute later.

Kemeng changed into a stalker's clothes, his breath suddenly disappeared, and

he walked towards the Xiashuigou Street in the Wasteland City.

Along the way, those rusty iron doors, old-time electrical appliances, and

clothes that have accumulated dust on clothes poles for decades all have

stories behind them.

These stories have no sound, only pictures. After sorting them out in my mind,

the answer is ready to come out.

Kemeng already knew where the door was to train people.

Above the sky is the void, Kemenn does not need to use satellites to detect,

the truth has been confirmed through various synaesthetic images.

Only the underground is the hidden place of the door organization.

Xiashuigou Street, the people who used to live here were called this.

The more you go down, the more and more huge pipes on those streets.

These pipelines connect the thermal power plants on the ground. This is not a

dead city. There are still people living in it.

Kemeng can feel the heat of those huge pipes, and the heat is transmitted from

the ground to the underground.

Kemeng quickly found the entrance to the underground street. At the entrance,

there was a human being guarding there, but the gatekeeper's attention was not

guarding the door at all, but holding a book containing spiritual pollution

and quietly reading it.

Kemon carefully senses the body heat of the gatekeeper. The heat in the brain

is about a hundred times higher than that in the body. He should be a disciple

of the gate organization and has the means to alienate the brain.

Next second.

The gatekeeper who just read the book suddenly felt cold all over and could

not speak.

The brain was also frozen, unable to think, and it became dark in front of me,

and I couldn't see what happened behind.

Kemeng's face changed rapidly, his height increased, his waist muscles

slightly shrunk, and he became a gatekeeper. He threw the corpse into the

storage scarf and let the glutinous rice ** inside the scarf help to deal

with it.

Enter the underground street and use the mechanism to open the huge gates.

There is no one behind the door, people are all working underground, and it

has become impossible to pass news of the enemy attack.

After closing the heavy door, the radiation from the wasteland world was

suddenly reduced by a hundredfold, and the harm to humans was not great.

However, there are many times more items containing mental pollution in the

underground street than on the ground. The floor that can be seen everywhere,

in an inadvertent corner, depicts the mental pollution of the door

organization.

After more than three hundred steps down the street, people's voices

increased.

On the first underground block, the two guards saw the "gatekeeper" coming

down ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and they were stunned for a while, and greeted Kemeng

with strange words, probably meaning good evening, why did they come down

suddenly.

Various historical scenes flashed before Kemeng's eyes, and the voices and

content of conversations that appeared here in the past all surfaced in

Kemeng's mind.

To kill, or not to kill, pretending to be the gatekeeper?

Kemon thought quickly, and at the same time he heard the broadcast of the

first block.

"The wasteland time is nineteen o'clock in the evening. People in the first

block, please go to the Holy Land to listen to the teachings of the

disciples."

The ceiling is lined with dense circuits, which are connected to various small

broadcast speakers, and they emit a hoarse bass, with slight mental pollution

in the sound.

This is the disciple training place operated by the door organization.

Promoting to discipleship is at risk of death. They use the number of people

to make up, and over time they form a population gathering place.

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