In the dream world.
Ke Meng used evil god-level power to peek at the abnormalities in those doors.
At a glance, Kemen saw that every door had a strange twist.
There are both distortions of time and space, and there are traces left by someone, which are connections that others cannot break.
Kemon captured these connections and then further gazed upon them, creating long-lasting synaesthesia.
Only by getting a glimpse of who is behind the scenes can Kemeng have a chance to turn defeat into victory in the real world, otherwise he will just be led by the nose.
As the peeping time increased, Ke Meng gradually became aware of the scene in just five seconds.
This time, the synaesthesia had a severe frosted texture, the vision was dim, and the synaesthesia conditions were not good.
Kemen saw a narrow passage, like the aisle of a certain hotel, with doors to hotel rooms on both sides.
In the center of the aisle, there was a strong man with broad shoulders, his back facing Kemon.
"Master, I have come back to atone for my sins." Someone's frightened voice sounded in his ears, but Ke Meng couldn't see where that person was, and he might have been blocked by the back of the strong man in front of him.
"There is a new task for you here."
From the front, a man's steady voice came, his voice hoarse.
As he spoke, a bottle appeared out of thin air in the man named Sect Master's hand. There was a pure black crystal block sealed in the transparent bottle.
The black crystal block is not a dead thing, but a living creature. There are extremely small tentacles at the bottom of the crystal mine, twisting slowly and crawling randomly in the sealed bottle.
The aura emanating from the black crystal block reminded Kemeng of the ore disease in the real world.
"This is... a natural disaster generator!" The Atoner lost his voice, as if it had triggered some kind of terrible memory. From the change in his tone, Kemen could sense his fear.
Five seconds came to an abrupt end here.
Kemen also wanted to synaesthesia again, but there was no more content. Once again, he could only see the same five seconds of synaesthesia.
After Kemen had no new information, he looked at the thirty-two doors with the vision of an evil god, and analyzed the mysteries between the doors through the god-level knowledge in his mind.
Soon, Kemen cracked the mystery between the doors.
But here's the problem? Kemeng cracked it based on the knowledge of the evil god.
After returning, what if the knowledge about evil gods is involved? These contents will be forgotten again.
Ke Meng tried to wake up on his own initiative. When he opened his eyes, he saw everyone with anxious faces.
"How's it going Kemon?"
"Have you come up with any clues?"
Ke Meng patted his head and sorted out the knowledge in his mind for a few seconds.
Kemen could vaguely feel that he knew who was behind the scenes? He also knew the secret of the thirty-two doors. But when he recalled the secret of the door, his mind was empty.
At this time, Kemen responded: "When I was interrogating members of the Frog Society, there was an extra recording recorded by a recorder? Find it? I remember that the number of the recorder seems to be 6-4135."
There is a number, and the Bureau of Investigation can check it very quickly.
After a while, the file of this pen was retrieved. It is currently stored in Whale City. The main recording file is still stored in the recording pen? However, the copied data is stored in the server of Koi City.
"Bring the copied data over." Ke Meng used his mobile phone to connect to the Internet and issued an order to the network beast.
With the identities of these people? It is definitely not that easy to retrieve data.
Ke Meng's hidden authority was much higher than theirs. In less than five seconds, the network beast had already transferred the data to Ke Meng's mobile phone.
Kemen clicked the play button, and the phone immediately made a rustling electric sound, like someone's roar.
The next second? The elevator roared.
Several investigators listening to the recording subconsciously grunted in their throats.
Then the audio file released the conversation between the Golden Gate owner and the atonement? It was mixed with information about the ninety-seventh door, which was suspected to be the place of atonement.
"What you mean is that the mastermind behind the scenes is the sect master, but we don't know the real name of the sect master. Did you see his true appearance in your dream?" Director Shi urged, with a vague sense of expectation on his face.
"No, I only saw the back of the Golden Sect Master." Ke Meng shook his head, sat on the sofa and stated calmly: "The Atoner has already left seclusion, it did not die in the place of atonement, and the Sect Master gave it to him when he came out of seclusion. He gave him a bottle with living black crystal ore in it, which the Redeemer calls a natural disaster generator."
"It is not difficult to speculate that the strange floods a few days ago were caused by natural disaster generators. Naturally, there is no need for me to explain the ore disease. We need to find the natural disaster generator or directly find the atonement."
Ke Meng stood up, found a table, took out a white paper and pencil, and sketched at lightning speed, restoring the bottle, the black crystal ore, the back of the Golden Gate Master, and the corridor scene.
With the sketch, everyone also had a first impression of the back of the Golden Gate Master.
The sketch was scanned onto the computer and sent to the branch directors in various places, who asked them to collect information. The network beast then compared the information to find out whether the place where the Golden Gate Master was located was the corridor of a certain hotel.
After Kemen uploaded the picture, he didn't pay too much attention to it. He had seen it many times in his dream and could no longer synesthetize any more information. Now he could only deal with the matters at hand, such as curing the mineral disease.
If it cannot be cured now, try to slow down the spread.
Kemeng personally visited the medical department of the local branch to check the treatment process of ore disease.
A professional in a white coat held a recording tool and showed Kemeng the results of several hours of testing plans.
The first option is laser cutting, the second option is freezing fingers, and the third option is electrotherapy...
All kinds of tests have been carried out once, and people have exhausted their wisdom and tested all the directions that can be measured.
Even if Kemeng personally participated, he couldn't be so detailed. This is the strength of the team.
“Which approach is most effective?”
"We found that cutting off the damaged part and then using an item to induce the growth of flesh and blood can perfectly cure oriosis." There are not many items, and the side effects are quite troublesome.”
"That is to say, the treatment method cannot be mass-produced. The effective way is to directly cut off the diseased part." Kemeng didn't look good, and he knew what the current dilemma was, which was time.
"Have the crowd been dispersed?" Kemeng turned to ask the branch director beside him.
"The local people have been dispersed. If we cannot master the treatment within one day, we can only temporarily let the entire city's residents move out for a period of time." The branch director scratched his hair irritably. Faced with this unreasonable supernatural disease, he had no idea. clue.
At this time, Kemen understood why the atoneer described the contents of the bottle as a natural disaster generator.
In the face of ore disease that ignores the restrictions of physical isolation, human beings are too insignificant. If this is not a natural disaster, what else can it be.
