Change rooms and do it again.
This time, Shirley relaxed the pressure and adjusted the pressing speed to a suitable speed, so that the keyboard would no longer bear unbearable pressure.
Kemeng was on the side to help with timing and see if he could get pet bodyguards or the like to help complete the task.
Shirley typed very quickly. After all, she had already memorized a passage outside and could just code the words step by step.
Kemen squatted aside and waited until the number of words gradually reached more than 1,900 words. He was highly concentrated and put down his mobile phone, looking only at Shirley and his laptop.
19,990 words, 19,999 words, 20,000 words!
With a ding sound, the little black room was unlocked!
Shirley herself, who was sitting on the chair, disappeared instantly.
Then Kemeng looked at the empty computer desk and looked around, except that he was the only one left.
"enmmmm..." Kemeng was silent for ten seconds.
Shirley went out, but Kemon didn't.
He got it.
The small black room counts people per person, so Shirley coded as many words as she could. She completed the coding task, but this had nothing to do with Kemeng.
Ke Meng patted his scarf again and called out glutinous rice balls.
"You use dog hair to tap on the keyboard, and I will read next to you. Read one paragraph and you write another. Don't tap too hard or too fast." Kemeng warned.
"Wow!" Tangyuan said he understood.
Then Kemeng recited a thousand words on the spot, and Tangyuan's dog hair flew away as he typed on the keyboard, finishing the thousand words without damaging the keyboard.
"Get out of the way, it's my turn." Ke Meng put away the glutinous rice balls and touched the keyboard, intending to be the receiver of the glutinous rice balls.
However, the laptop seems to have an intelligent recognition function, and the text on the coding software instantly clears and disappears, as if it does not exist.
Ke Meng stared at the screen without moving. He had already thought of this and was not panicking.
Ke Meng was not in a hurry to go out. He was looking for loopholes in the small dark room. After all, a hundred reincarnations were too scary. If there were no loopholes to exploit, Ke Meng was not going to admit his master in person.
"Here you go, touch the keyboard with your dog hair."
Tang Yuan stretched out his dog hair to type on the keys, and Ke Meng also put his fingers on the keyboard to see who the little black room recognized.
At this time, the coding software locked the screen and I couldn't press a single word.
Kemeng and Tangyuan both had a flash of inspiration in their hearts, and they understood some kind of truth.
A computer can only allow one intelligent being to code.
Kemeng put the glutinous rice balls into his scarf. Although only one creature was allowed to code, the creatures in the storage space were able to be taken out by Kemeng, which in disguise showed that there was a loophole in the small dark room.
Ke Meng quickly coded 20,000 words and returned to the door on the second floor in the next second.
Looking inside the storage scarf, the glutinous rice balls were indeed inside and had been taken out.
But Tangyuan did not complete the task of coding. It is still a task of 10,000 words. If you want to exploit loopholes and not code, you have to get into other people's storage props to avoid the fate of coding.
After Kemen finished the test, he took Shirley and left here.
The next day, members of the demolition brigade of the Bureau of Investigation arrived at the scene.
Ke Meng supervised the scene and watched as the demolition team dug out the foundation of the entire small building and lifted a house into the air.
They want to use special storage props to stuff the dark room inside, otherwise they won't be able to transport the dark room to Koi City.
"Strange, why can't it be put in?" The people in the demolition team were stunned. They raised their hands to lift the four-story house, but they couldn't fit it into the storage props.
He spent most of his time, touching it with his spiritual power, and chanting spells with his mouth, but it was all in vain. The storage props seemed to be inaudible.
"What's going on?" Ke Meng came over and asked about the situation.
"Team Ke, I can't seem to fit this thing."
"How about you give it a try?" the person in charge of the demolition brigade asked cautiously.
Kemen waved his scarf without hesitation and patted the mud layer of the foundation of the four-story building.
"Take it!" Ke Meng urged in his heart.
The method of storing storage scarves is to align an item with a contact surface, and at the same time use consciousness to accurately calibrate it.
But this time, the storage scarf failed.
Kemen frowned and silently used his spiritual perception to sense the state of the storage scarf.
Can't accept it.
The target object is above it, and the storage space cannot accommodate the target object.
The storage space is not compatible with the target object.
Three thoughts flashed through Kemeng's mind. Kemeng tasted the product and explained to the people in the demolition team: "The space of the small black room is quite special, and space items cannot be stored in it."
"ah?"
"Then what should I do? I have never encountered such a situation."
"Yes, even zero-level items can be stored in storage props. Could it be that it already has an owner?" someone speculated.
Many special items can be contained by storage props. The people in the demolition team are used to using storage props, and this is the first time they see items that cannot be contained.
Generally speaking, objects with owners will express a strong sense of rejection, but if the storage props are strong enough, they can also be forcibly contained.
The storage props in the hands of the demolition brigade captain are not ordinary items. They have powerful containment capabilities. They can trap no matter what kind of ferocious monster they are. They can also contain heavy pollutants to prevent them from seeping out.
For example, Kemeng's storage scarf is full of space gaps. If large contaminants are installed inside the scarf, mental pollution is very likely to seep out.
"It doesn't recognize its owner." Kemeng shook his head, "If this thing had an owner, it wouldn't appear on the street..."
Once the small black room recognizes its owner, it can be hidden in the host's consciousness without taking up any space, which is very powerful.
"Why?" The demolition brigade captain was puzzled and showed an inquiring expression.
Ke Meng shook his head and did not elaborate. The evaluation level of the small black room has not yet been released, but Ke Meng believes that the potential of the small black room is very huge and can contain great terrors.
Of course, if the coding speed of Da Terror is fast, it will have to be passed several times.
"Okay, but I found out that the tenant on the second floor seems to be missing. Captain, do you have any clues inside?" The demolition team leader still believed that the small dark house had an owner, and its owner was the tenant on the second floor.
Ke Meng had not studied it carefully before, but when he heard the demolition team leader mention the tenant, he frowned and recalled: "In the small dark room, every room has the same layout, and I didn't see the tenant. "
"If you want to see people alive, if you want to see corpses, I suspect that the owner of the small dark room has escaped." The demolition team leader still insisted on his idea and focused his suspicion on the original tenants on the second floor.
Ke Meng took out his mobile phone and retrieved the file of the tenant on the second floor. The tenant was an Internet writer and had been coding for a few years, but there was no recent travel record of him. Even the surveillance cameras on the nearby streets did not capture him. The only surveillance camera that showed his face was five days ago, when he was eating at a pink shop, and he was not seen since.
In addition, he also has a task of breaking the news, but it has not been completed. Recently, there has been a phenomenon of interruption.
The break time happens to be the day when passers-by bump into the invisible wall.
Ke Meng had a vague feeling that he had died suddenly and became the subject of the rules of the small black room.
