The printer's paper outlet continuously outputs paper, just like a perpetual motion machine, which does not require electricity to output paper.
The drone watched for a moment, checking the windows of other rooms.
After patrolling the first floor, the patrol car came to the stairs and rolled up the steps on its huge wheels.
Buzzing, the patrol car rolled all the way up the stairs to the second floor and continued patrolling.
The drone climbs up and looks out the window.
While conducting drone reconnaissance, Kemon remembered something.
His honey juice was still in his scarf. Taking advantage of the drone reconnaissance, Kemeng took pictures of the honey juice.
Luo Yuan saw a basin of thick dark brown liquid, which gave people a very fascinating feeling.
"Is this...honey juice?" Cheng Le said with a strange expression when he saw this strange thing in the basin.
Dr. Liang saw honey juice for the first time. As expected, the water was as its name suggests, full of mesmerizing feeling.
The rattan basket soaked in honey gives people the feeling of being made of water, which is quite fascinating.
Kemen borrowed a pair of pistols from the soldier, and then took out a pair of strange chopsticks from his scarf.
The chopsticks themselves were stained with a little honey juice. The back half of the chopsticks were normal wooden chopsticks, but the front half gave people a burning feeling, but the chopsticks did not catch fire.
The soldiers on the side glanced at it from time to time, but they couldn't help it. This thing was so strange. The more they looked at it, the more people doubted their lives.
How could the chopsticks catch fire? There was obviously no flame.
It turns out that this thing is so fascinating. Kemeng used this strange chopstick to hold the pistol and soaked the gun tip in honey.
After soaking the gun tip, a mysterious background appeared on the pistol tip.
"Wooden gun!" Cheng Le exclaimed.
In the eyes of everyone, the gun head of the pistol is no longer a steel product. Its gun head is made of wood, and the back half is made of steel.
Kemen walked towards the barrier with this semi-finished product. The tip of the pistol successfully passed through the barrier, but the back half of the pistol was stuck and could not be extended outward.
Kemen turned back and soaked the entire gun body with honey. After a few seconds, he pulled the pistol out of the honey, and the dark brown honey on the gun slowly disappeared.
After the honey faded away, the feeling of the pistol completely changed. It was just a wooden product and had no deterrent effect at all.
But visually, it still has the appearance of steel.
This contradictory and confusing feeling kept pounding in his mind, constantly telling himself that it was made of wood, but Kemen knew in his heart that it was definitely not made of wood.
This time I used the wooden pistol to cross the border again. There was no obstruction and I could easily cross the border.
"Successful. As long as it is covered with honey, it is a special item." Kemeng took the pistol back and handed it to the soldier. The soldier waved it to Kemeng.
Kemeng looked at the captain, who nodded and mouthed: Practice shooting at the shooting range tomorrow.
"But some parts inside the pistol are not coated with honey." Cheng Le analyzed.
"As long as the outside is covered with honey, the barrier will not detect the inside of the pistol."
"This is the same as the principle of storing and transporting scarves. Ordinary items inside the scarf are not blocked by the barrier, because the barrier detects the appearance of the scarf, not the inside."
After testing the honey juice, the car and drone also ascended to the sixth floor.
The sixth floor is a huge old book collection. The windows are locked and covered by wooden bookcases, so the contents inside are not visible.
The drone circled around to film the front, while the patrol car stopped in front of the sixth-floor door because it was locked.
When the drone circled the front, it finally found a window with the curtains not tightened and took pictures inside.
No one was seen, at least from this angle, there was really no one.
Several people talked and decided to let the reconnaissance vehicle break the door using blasting methods.
The military reconnaissance vehicle carried a small door-breaking bomb, and the footage captured by the reconnaissance vehicle's camera was transmitted back to the ground troops. The ground troops outside the site pulled the material data of the steel door, analyzed the sixth-floor building structure, conducted comprehensive data analysis, and provided a report thirty seconds later. Exit the bomb installation point.
The manipulator buzzed, took out the door-breaking bomb, and placed it at a specific blasting point, which could minimize internal losses.
The reconnaissance vehicle climbed down the stairs and immediately blasted remotely after reaching a safe location.
boom!
The reconnaissance vehicle heard the explosion and immediately drove up to the sixth floor. It saw a hole in the iron door and metal fragments scattered on the stairs.
A misty white cloud of gunpowder smoke was suspended at the door. The reconnaissance vehicle passed through the gunpowder smoke, switched to the thermal imaging function, scanned it once and found no heat source, and then switched back to normal photography.
There were scattered metal fragments on the floor, and some books had been knocked to the ground, but there was nothing else.
Looking at the scene in the camera, Ke Meng felt a strange feeling, but he couldn't explain what it was.
The three investigators next to him also frowned and felt something, but they couldn't capture the feeling.
Ke Meng emptied his mind and tried to feel.
A minute later, a certain figure disappeared very quickly.
Something must have happened here, but the lens cannot amplify this feeling. You need to go to the scene to experience it.
After the drone reconnaissance was completed, everyone decided to go to the first floor to move the printer out of the boundary, and then go to the sixth floor to investigate.
"Where did that security guard go? Why couldn't he be found?" Cheng Le asked confused.
The drone scanned the window with a thermal imager and found no human heat source.
"Be careful when you don't see people. Sometimes certain people may be related to the birth of special objects." Luo Yuan said.
The four investigators and the eleven armed soldiers advanced together and entered the main hall of the library.
A strange smell filled the air, and as the distance got closer, Kemen finally smelled what it was.
It's the smell of printing paper.
At first, when we were at the door, the smell was not obvious enough. Once we entered the library, the smell suddenly became so strong that it was difficult not to remember.
When everyone came to the door of the printing press staff room, the soldier kicked it hard and broke the door open.
I glanced inside with my gun, but there was nothing strange.
When Kemen stepped into the room, the printing smell became stronger, as if a pile of brand-new printing paper was being pushed into his nose, for fear that he would not be able to smell it.
Smelling this strong smell, Kemeng suddenly had an idea in his mind - what was he trying to cover up?
Are you trying to cover up something? Ke Meng wore sunglasses and looked at the entire room. The floor was covered with white A4 paper.
He picked up a few pieces of paper with his fingers wearing giant gloves, put them in front of his nose and smelled them.
The scout picked up the camera and took pictures, captured the scene into the camera, and transmitted it to the outside information operations department through the wireless network.
"How do you feel, Amon?" Luo Yuan asked.
"It seems like you are covering something up, what about you?" Ke Meng asked.
"This machine should be the source of the special field." Luo Yuan expressed his feelings.
Removing it would end this strange field.
Ke Meng was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Wait a moment, I'll sense it. If you don't feel it, move it."
Walking to the printer, listening to the rumbling printing sound, Ke Meng touched the printer on the spot, closed his eyes and quietly felt the smell of the printer.
The smell became stronger and stronger, and the printing noise rang in his ears, making Kemen vaguely see something.
It was an office, and employees used it to print documents every day.
But as one day began, the staff room became empty, and no one came to work for a long time.
Because no one comes to work, no one prints. This may be a period of home isolation.
Empty, lonely, and unhappy, the printer got into the mood and started printing automatically.
Kemen opened his eyes and ended this synaesthesia.
"It has nothing to do with the sixth floor, probably." Kemen said the intuition brought about by synaesthesia.
However, he didn't say everything. There were exceptions to everything, and the printer might give an error warning, so he kept a vigilance on his side for the sake of stability.
A minute later, the printer was lifted up by several big men. Kemeng held the printer with the palm of his hand and carried it outside the library door. During the transportation, the printer kept outputting paper, and several people behind him bent down to pick up the paper. OK.
The moment the printer came out, the sense of isolation brought by the library itself suddenly disappeared.
Soldiers can walk freely and enter the library.
The Special Forces intercom buzzed, and everyone was mobilized, pouring into the library.
