Kemen already knew about the bandage man.
"The zero-level items on my body, once the information is known, will become just like me, with extremely low sense of existence, or even zero."
"The two of them definitely don't want to know, Kemen, do you want to know, but I don't have a second copy of this bandage."
"We still have things in the bureau that are similar to improving the sense of presence, but they are all owned, and there are no new ones for the time being." The bandage man said.
The zero-level item on the bandage man is very special. Just knowing the information will reduce his sense of existence.
If one day, the information about the bandage man is erased from the whole world, Na Kemeng may be the first person to feel something strange.
Because to erase the sense of existence, we must attack other people who know about it and erase their memories in their minds.
If Kemon's resistance is high enough, he can resist this erasure effect and leave the memory of the bandage man behind.
"Let me think about it." Ke Meng fell into deep thought.
A sense of presence.
This kind of thing has both advantages and disadvantages.
"How much will it reduce the sense of existence if you only know a little bit?" Kemen asked.
"Know a little bit? I can't quantify this, because its core information can be explained in a few sentences." The bandaged man shook his head.
"What about you, why don't you want to know?" Kemeng is actually a little wary. In the future, he may be able to use the power of resistance to offset the sense of existence and erase the stress, but now he cannot completely erase it, so he has concerns.
The main concern is about evaluation videos. If there is no sense of existence, what is sent out will not be viewed by people, the evaluation task cannot be completed, the resistance power cannot be increased, an infinite loop is formed, and the upward path of system flow is blocked.
"There is currently nothing in China that enhances your sense of presence. Amon, think about it. Without a sense of presence, it would be so bad. Others will not remember you, and any footprints you leave will not be known to anyone." The man said.
Another big boss, who is good at escaping, said slowly: "It doesn't matter that he can be remembered by the world now, but that is based on the special bandage to help enhance the sense of existence."
"You don't have a bandage. Once you know the information about that thing, the traces you left will not be known to anyone. Even if you touch people intentionally and hurt them intentionally, they still won't know your existence, and the whole world will forget you. "
"Do you want to live in a world where only you know who you are?"
The S-class boss Shi Lao said and shook his head, "I don't want to live in such a world anyway."
"Actually, the key is that there are no new items with a sense of presence." The bandage man pointed out the key point.
"Evil people should like these side effects very much." After hearing this, Ke Meng also put away his curiosity.
If you hurt others, they still won't know who hurt you. It's too BUG.
Bandage Man has a bandage on his body, so when he hurts others or touches others, others can know.
If there were no bandages, even if Shijun committed serial murders and locked people in small dark rooms to torture them, the injured would still not know who did it.
Terrible level zero items.
Then, the last S-class boss, Shi Ankang, began to introduce himself. He was a fifty-year-old middle-aged man with gray hair. Others often called him Mr. Shi.
"My zero-level item is good at space transfer. If you are in trouble inside, I will transfer you as soon as possible."
"If there is enough time, I will also transfer you two." Shi Ankang looked at the fuming man and the bandaged man.
The feeling of differential treatment is particularly obvious. Kemeng's priority is the first pick, and they are the second pick.
The flaming man and the bandage both nodded and said in unison: "I have no objection."
"Space transfer?" Ke Meng asked curiously.
It will take some time to fly to Octopus City, so ask carefully. The more you understand, the more at ease you will feel on the battlefield.
"That's right, this item can take people to space transfers, the distance is not limited. Any place you have been to, you can travel back in your mind. It also has nearly infinite storage space. I flew into the sky on the first trip. The moon is just used to reduce life span, and this is how my hair turns gray."
"It can produce teleportation stones. The teleportation stones we usually give you to save your life are born from it."
The original Shi Ankang had black and shiny hair. He had also taken some powerful exotic fruits, and his physical fitness was stronger than that of a national-level athlete.
However, after using the three time rules, his body has become older. During the physical examination, the various organ indicators of his body were like the average for a sixty-year-old man.
This zero-level item is highly functional and does not have strong offensive power.
As Shi Lao said, this item is top-notch in terms of escape.
The teleportation stone was born from it. As the mother of teleportation stones, her achievements in space are extraordinary.
The production capacity is first-class and strategic. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an important weapon of the country. After all, it can produce teleportation stones.
The four of them chatted for a while on the plane, and Kemeng shared what items he had on him so as not to scare them by suddenly taking them out.
Not long after, Kemeng and others arrived at Octopus City.
The four of them were in front of the Gate of Infinity, waiting for a moment.
The Bureau of Investigation has no intention of sending low-level investigators in because that would be disrespectful of the lives of low-level personnel.
Ke Meng took a deep breath, his thoughts and spirituality surged, gathering into the five fingers of his palm.
"Push it into the door." Kemeng thought to himself.
The spiritual hand gently pushed the door open, as if a faint light appeared on the fingers.
A layer of light also appeared on the red wooden door, and the door opened with a creaking sound.
Behind the door, there is no longer a repetitive red wooden door.
Ke Meng's heart beat slightly. Could it be a series of orange stars in science fiction buildings?
The next second, Ke Meng's heart calmed down a little.
Behind the door is a wet swamp.
The grass is pointed and pointed, protruding from the green-black swamp, full of green.
Big dewdrops slid down the grass blades, and black shadows wandered quietly in the swamp, making strange sounds.
Thick gray fog shrouded above the swamp, only five meters away from the swamp floor.
"The world behind the door turns out to be like this." Ke Meng was a little disappointed that it was not Orange Star.
If it were Orange Star, Kemon would have many ideas.
This includes but is not limited to logging into the virtual game "World" as a player to see what your identity is after entering the game.
"It turns out it's a swamp, so we need to change our equipment."
"Amon, close the door and we'll test the air for toxic components," the bandaged man reminded.
Before opening the door, the bandaged man had untied two bandages and placed his palms on Kemeng's shoulders to ensure that Kemeng had no sense of presence and reduce the probability of being discovered by the enemy.
Ke Meng grabbed the hole in the red wooden door and closed the red door.
The red door closed quietly, isolating the two worlds.
The opening of the red wooden door turned pitch black again.
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