The second batch of patients were sent to the Octopus City Investigation Bureau on the same day, along with two pieces of recording equipment.
These two special pieces of recording equipment are an old-fashioned tape recorder and a recording pen, one large and one small.
The bandaged man patted the head of the old-fashioned recorder and smiled at Kemeng: "This is 6-0984 from Koi City, a recorder that can eat meat. After recording the sound, it needs to eat meat. If it doesn't eat meat, it will record it. I held my voice and held on."
The old tape recorder stood still as the bandaged man slapped it.
Hearing this, Kemeng took out a bag of dried fish from his scarf, pulled out a dried fish and handed it to the recorder.
The old-fashioned tape recorder seemed to smell the smell of meat. A black mouth suddenly opened on the surface of the machine and bit the small fish dry.
It even wanted to bite Kemon's hand, but Kemon stopped quickly and it didn't bite.
The dried fish entered the body of the recorder, and the machine closed its mouth and chewed it. Kemeng heard the sound of the dried fish being crushed by the chewer.
The dried small fish digested by a machine without digestive organs is obviously a different species, but there is no sense of incompatibility at this moment.
"Magical reality cannot be treated with common sense." Ke Meng commented in his heart.
Then Kemeng looked at the recorder. The bandaged man had no impression of it. Finally, Director Zhang came out and explained: "The number of this recorder is 6-4135. It can record as usual, but a piece of other people's music will be randomly added to the recording file afterwards. A family embarrassment.”
Ke Meng touched the recording pen. The pen barrel was all yellow, the tip of the pen was pointed, and there was a breathing light circle setting on the tail that flickered on and off.
When the aperture is red, it proves that it is recording.
When the white light is on, it is in standby mode, and when the green light is on, it is playing the sound recorded by the voice recorder.
"Add more embarrassing things?... What if someone's embarrassing things are state secrets? What if they are the secrets of a terrorist organization?" Ke Meng held the recording pen in his hands, his face full of curiosity.
"This." Zhang Ju was speechless.
This item was not unearthed here, and he didn't know much about it. He only knew some information from the files.
Both items are level six, and their levels are not high.
High-level recording items often have strong side effects, or have certain harsh conditions for use, and are not suitable for frequent use.
"There are recording tests on it in the file, a total of 10,001 times. Most of them are embarrassing incidents involving yellow paint, family troubles, business matters, and some petty troubles." Zhang Bureau only read it roughly. .
Based on the serial number given by the chapter bureau, Ke Meng officially called up the recording record of the recording pen. There were indeed 10,001 recording tests in it, and every recording transcript was recorded.
These recordings cannot be listened to directly on mobile phones and can only be accessed on the computers of the Bureau of Investigation to prevent misuse.
Kemeng didn't have time to listen one by one, and looked directly at the statistical chart made by the testers. They classified every embarrassing thing, but there were no national secrets or secrets of terrorist organizations.
After a while, Kemon started shouting frog sounds to the second round of patients, and all patients and staff were asked to be silent.
The staff held a special recording device and placed it in front of Kemeng's mouth, for fear that the recording device would not be able to record anything.
Kemen opened his mouth, mobilized the spiritual energy in his body to form an inaudible sound, his throat moved, and the expressions of all the patients changed instantly.
A few seconds later, the staff saw Kemen closing his mouth, immediately turned off the recording button, and retreated to another fairly soundproof room.
There are several patients inside, waiting for a recording test.
Normal people couldn't hear it. Only frog gene owners could hear that sound. The tester waited for Kemon to be in place, put down two recording items, and let Kemon operate it.
Kemen still wore the fake face, and his right hand moved between the old tape recorder and the brand-new recording pen.
Finally, Kemen pressed the old-fashioned tape recorder, which was relatively stable and would not cause trouble.
The old-fashioned tape recorder opened its big mouth and wanted to eat Kemeng's hand. Kemeng patted its head and handed it a small dried fish with its backhand.
However, the greedy tape recorder was not satisfied and wanted to eat more. He opened his mouth wide, thirsting for more meat.
"Meat, meat, I want meat..." The old tape recorder made a thirsty sound, as if it hadn't eaten meat for several years, and the dried fish couldn't satisfy its desire at all.
The staff immediately brought a small cart with ten pieces of pork on it.
"Meat!" The recorder seemed to smell the smell of meat, but it had no legs and could not move. It could only howl in a hoarse voice.
Several patients' faces changed when they saw the tape recorder talking.
The patients have watched the video released by the investigation bureau’s science popularization staff, and it turns out that there are indeed some special items in the world.
But they have lived for decades and have never seen those items.
Now I see a tape recorder talking with my own eyes, and I feel scared.
That thing, why do you keep calling it Rourourou?
Is that little cart carrying human flesh?
The people from the investigation bureau said they were participating in a conservative treatment. Why were there only a few patients at the scene? Where were the other patients?
The disadvantage in numbers makes the patients think wildly. Mortals never have a calm mind when faced with extraordinary things. There are not many people like Ke Meng who are born with big hearts.
Several patients sat on chairs, their lips turned white, they were nervous and thirsty.
"Here you go, eat quickly and stop barking."
When Kemen saw that the patient's expression was not right, he was too lazy to argue with the tape recorder. He picked up the pork and stuffed it into the big black mouth of the tape recorder.
The recorder chewed the pork bite by bite, eating one piece after another. After it had eaten ten pieces of pork, it still opened its mouth wide and made a meaty sound.
Kemen slapped the disobedient tape recorder with his hand. The tape recorder was not afraid and continued to make fleshy sounds.
The staff pushed another cart over, and the recorder was finally satisfied and made a burping sound.
The old tape recorder closed its mouth and became silent.
Kemen sat in his seat and listened quietly with his ears, trying to hear his own frog sounds from the radio.
The frog sound made by Kemon is different from the sound made by the original sculpture. The frog sound in the original sculpture is even worse and has evil thoughts that distort human values.
The voice produced by Kemeng has eliminated all distracting thoughts, leaving only the purest homologous suppression effect.
The next moment, the screams and roars of the patients came from the tape recorder.
As the voice of the recorder roared, several patients in front of them also shook their bodies and widened their eyes, as if they heard something terrifying.
Then, Kemen felt a faint change from them.
It worked, and the old-fashioned tape recorder successfully recorded the sound.
Kemen breathed a sigh of relief, now the burden on his body was lighter and he didn't have to cry every day.
"Transfer the patient away and pay attention to hydration." Kemeng said.
"yes!"
Several staff members helped the person away, and the scene was quickly cleared, leaving only two staff members and Kemeng.
Ke Meng looked at another recording pen that was flashing white light. He was about to press the switch of the recording pen when his fingers suddenly stopped on the pen.
