This indescribable food made even Ke Meng feel disgusted when he saw it, let alone a smart tape recorder.
The tape recorder stayed in the pot for nearly half an hour, letting it dry for a long time, allowing it to reflect on what it means to respect parents who live and feed themselves.
During this half hour, the black pot lid was put aside to prevent the greedy recorder from being judged as an ingredient by the black pot and reprocessed.
Half an hour later, Kemon came back to look at it again. As soon as the recorder saw it, he begged loudly for mercy, and his humiliating look did not look like he was enduring the torture of disgusting power.
It can be seen that the greed and gluttony in its heart are not as disgusting as the dark cooking pot.
Kemen put on his gloves, took out the tape recorder, covered the dark cooking pot, and stored it in the storage scarf.
When you have time back home, feed it to the big-faced cat.
The big-faced cat will not dislike it. Kemeng believes that it has completely stopped thinking. No matter how disgusting it is, it cannot make it return to thinking.
If the big-faced cat could regain its ability to think... I feel like that 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, if you have that much knowledge, it won't be useless.
When Kemon incarnates as Cthulhu in his dream, he can feel that he contains infinite knowledge.
However, the knowledge with extraordinary power will be very vague after waking up from the dream, so the method of synaesthesia remains.
"You don't eat meat anymore?"
Kemen looked at the old tape recorder. Its body exuded a stench, which was caused by dark food staining its body.
"If you don't want to eat, you won't eat."
Under the camera, the tape recorder's cowardice is fully revealed.
Then a tape recorder was sent to release inaudible frog sounds to a new round of patients. It finally became calm and stopped shouting willfully. It transformed into a diligent 997 employee. It never complained about being tired in front of the boss and worked hard. Meticulous.
Looking at such an obedient tape recorder, the bandaged man couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"What did you feed that guy to make him so addicted?" The bandaged man had just woken up, and he didn't know that Kemen had fed him some indescribable dark food.
"Just a dark dish, do you want to try it?"
"Ordinary dark cuisine doesn't have this effect... Oh, I remembered, that pot." The bandage man's mind popped up with Ke Meng's file records, that new pot.
The growth rate of Kemeng's items is so fast that the number of items owned by one person has already reached double digits.
The bandage man dares to guarantee that Kemeng will break through the hundreds of figures soon.
"That pot, I haven't seen the real thing yet, show me." The bandage man saw that the disobedient tape recorder had been trained to be so obedient, and his heart moved, and he wanted to see the real thing.
Just watching the video, the human senses will definitely not be as impactful as seeing the real thing in person.
Kemeng complied with the wishes of the bandaged male captain and took a picture of the black cauldron while sitting in the storage scarf.
The food in the pot has not been processed yet, just in time for the bandage man to see what real dark cuisine is.
The bandaged man did not lift the pot. He could already smell the aroma of pork, including barbecue, boiling meat, and simmering meat. All kinds of aromas penetrated his nostrils, making him confused.
There seems to be something about this thing.
If nothing else, the scent had given him a strong appetite.
But the bandage man had seen Kemeng’s video and knew that this was an illusion, and it was a wrong signal sent by the brain to convince himself that it really smelled good, when in fact it really stunk.
Before the pot was opened, the bandaged man covered his mouth and nose and slowly uncovered the pot.
The steaming black air surged up, and the indescribable mosaic-like objects twisted in the pot, as if to say: Come on, be happy, there is a lot of time anyway...
The bandaged man subconsciously took a step back, but his firm will made him stand back and forced himself to lower his head to observe the dark food from a closer distance.
The mosaic on the dark food was too blurry. When the bandage man watched the video before, he had wondered whether the dark food itself had a blurring effect on the shooting equipment.
Now using the naked eye to observe closely, this vague feeling has not disappeared.
The closer you get, the mosaic will shrink proportionally to the same level, so that the mosaic from the eye's perspective is always in a low-density blurry state.
"There is no specific form." The bandaged man closed the lid of the pot and realized.
This thing is really indescribable.
Even if you pull your eyes down to a tenth of a millimeter and look directly at that disgusting thing, its characteristics will not change.
Kemen put his dark cooking pot back into his scarf, "By the way, it's about the frog-headed man."
"We will update the second version of the instructions to the outside world and open the conservative treatment plan to the outside world within a certain period of time." The bandage man knew what Kemeng wanted to say.
There are patients in Koi Island, and there are also frog-headed patients abroad.
If those frog-headed patients do not return to being human, aliens will appear among the human group over time.
There is a saying in Koizhou that those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This sentence may not be a 100% accurate creed, but it is applicable in most situations. What the bandage man is afraid of is that these people do not have different hearts, but His appearance is already alien.
I haven't changed my mind now, but if I live for a long time, I will eventually feel unbalanced.
Once the mind is unbalanced, all kinds of small contradictions slowly accumulate until one day, bang, a volcano composed of contradictions erupts.
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."
Now that the diligent 997 recorder has completed this mission for Kemeng, Kemeng naturally has a more relaxed attitude.
With nothing to do, Kemeng edited the video in the computer room of the bureau. After editing, he posted it online. He also accepted the video evaluation task, and the evaluation object was the greedy tape recorder.
The evaluation requirements of the system are relatively simple and do not require special expertise. As long as there is correct evaluation content, it is up to the UP owner to decide which functions of special items should be concealed.
In this round of videos, Ke Meng secretly dropped the files recorded by the tape recorder, which can cure people. This cannot be disclosed casually. Now only the tape recorder and Ke Meng can save people. The treatment efficiency is too low.
Moreover, people in the bureau have tried it. Old-fashioned recorders have memory cards. Once the audio files in them are transferred out, the frog sound effect will be invalid.
So the old tape recorder is unique and cannot be copied.
The recorder can also transfer files, but once the audio files are transferred or processed, the frog body effect will disappear.
Based on this situation, Kemon concluded that transfer or processing will make the original audio file no longer authentic. It is no longer the original sound file, so it does not have that power.
At noon that day.
The Bureau of Investigation released a version 2.0 announcement.
"Major progress!"
"The Bureau of Investigation has developed a method to shorten the treatment time for frog-headed people, so that they no longer need to be isolated for ten years."
"As long as he is isolated for eight years, he can be treated and discharged."
The time was shortened by two years, and the uninformed people of Koizhou shouted that it was awesome, but foreign netizens felt that the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau was telling a joke.
What ten years and eight years are all a lie? I can’t believe a word of it. This bad old man is very bad!
