Kemen stopped pushing the door, and his spiritual warning immediately disappeared, as if there was no danger.
"The Gate of Infinity, another infinite gate, are there endless doors for the Gate Organization?" The Director-General expressed a sad feeling, as if it would be difficult to defeat the Gate Organization this time.
"There shouldn't be too many people in the Gate Organization. Their development model is different from Shadow Stream." Kemeng closed the doors and walked out of the corridor.
"Shadow Stream can possess people like crazy. It doesn't matter if they develop offline members. It's better to say that their global sacrifice plan requires the participation of many Shadow Stream members to complete." The director analyzed.
"What about sect organizations? How do they develop offline members?"
The director sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling silently.
"Knowledge, only those who are thirsty for knowledge can become disciples." Kemen sat on the sofa and expressed his feelings.
The director changed his sitting position, "What about those who are thirsty for power?"
"Those who are thirsty for power but also thirst for knowledge beyond human beings should be the talents that the organization is craving for." Ke Meng closed his eyes, wanting to have synaesthesia, but he didn't know what synaesthesia was, and he was very confused.
The answer to the infinite door of synaesthesia is only whether the door is behind the door or the toilet door.
Even if you synesthetize in a dream, the answer is probably the same.
Without actually opening the door to infinity, synaesthesia cannot predict what is behind it.
"There's a guy waiting for me behind the door," Kemon said.
"so?"
"Do you think the Ice-Blood Explosion plus the instantaneous energy draw can kill it instantly?" Kemeng looked at his palms. The feeling of controlling energy and lowering the temperature was really powerful and made him extremely intoxicated.
If it weren't for the resistance, he wouldn't have dared to use his skills like this.
"No, what if its energy density is too high and you can't bear the reaction?" The director shook his head.
"No, I can personally confirm how high its energy density is?"
"How is it possible? Once you open the door, the person who was prepared in advance will definitely arrest you first... Wait, do you have a way?" The director was suddenly startled. Kemeng's words did not sound like random nonsense. His sixth sense It can be clearly felt that Kemeng's words are very confident.
Where does this confidence come from?
Is it from his invincible physical body?
No, no, this is definitely not the reason, the director denied in his heart.
At this time, when the director still wanted to ask, Kemeng had already fallen asleep under hypnosis.
The glutinous rice balls rolled in. It was patrolling around here, smelled the owner's breath, and rolled over.
Ten minutes later, Kemon woke up.
"What can we do?" The director suspected that Kemeng had just used dream synaesthesia to predict the risks of his trip.
"Time props." Kemeng didn't want to say more to avoid any surprises.
"What?" The director-general suspected that he was deaf, but seeing Kemeng's confident look? His expression changed from confusion to surprise.
Time props!
These four words carry too much weight.
Isn’t it true that there are no time props in the Investigation Bureau? But the things that can be used to challenge are really invincible.
Especially in response to this kind of well-prepared trap, the Investigation Bureau has no countermeasures for the time being.
Kemen walked to the door of Infinity and took a deep breath.
Did he enter a dream just now? Sensed the Infinity Gate? He saw a vague person behind the Infinity Gate, but he couldn't see the true face behind it, and he didn't know what kind of trap the enemy had prepared waiting for him.
You must open this door with your own hands and see what is behind the door before you can further synesthesia.
Kemeng has a time prop that can pause the time in the 100-meter area for three seconds.
These three seconds are enough for Kemon to decide the outcome.
Kemen took out the fake time pocket watch from his storage scarf. Just looking at the pocket watch, he could feel that time was distorting. He couldn't see clearly where its pointer was pointing, and he didn't know whether its pointer was rotating.
The director on the side also turned his attention to the time pocket watch. His eyes seemed to be controlled. He couldn't help but stare at the time pocket watch.
Kemen turned the pocket watch to the other side to prevent the director from seeing the hands. Only then did the director regain consciousness.
"This watch is too strong. The mental interference it naturally emits has already trapped me." The director patted his head. His mental resistance was not as high as that of Ke Meng, and he was slightly distracted.
"Director, please go outside. If something happens, it may affect you." Ke Meng advised.
The director wanted to stay and watch the battle and tried his best to persuade Kemeng, but Kemeng refused and asked Shirley to come over and drive them away.
"Director, remember to arrange for someone to conduct camera observations a hundred meters away from me in a straight line."
What else could the director do? Shirley could only force him away.
"Hundred meters, right?" The director's voice came from outside the house.
"Yes, 100 meters." Kemen shouted from the distance, "Call me when you are ready. I will start to push the door."
"OK!"
After waiting for five minutes, the director called and said, "The observation equipment is in place."
"Copy that." Kemen hung up the phone.
At the gate of the community, there are many guns and cannons. They are all things that the investigators took out from the storage tools. By the way, they mobilized the surrounding investigators to come and participate in the observation.
inside the house.
Only Kemeng himself, Tangyuan and Shirley were left inside.
Tangyuan is on the left, Shirley is on the right, and Kemeng is standing in front of the door, holding the doorknob in his left hand and the stopwatch button in his right hand.
As soon as his mind moved, his own spirituality was inspired by Kemeng's will and gathered towards his left hand.
Change the direction of the door and open it from outside to inside.
When the spiritual hand was formed, his own spirituality once again issued a strong warning. Once he opened the door, he would encounter a powerful trap.
What's the trap?
Ke Meng's mind flashed with lightning, and he pushed hard with his left hand to open a gap, and light poured in from the door.
The sense of crisis warning suddenly rose to the extreme.
That's not a death crisis, it's a containment crisis!
Kemeng had a strong feeling that his body had been locked by something behind the door. No matter if he ran into the void or to the ends of the earth, it could catch him.
This is a space-type containment object!
It was also at this moment that Kemeng's finger completely pressed the stopwatch.
Time stopped instantly, there was no sound from anything, and there were no moving pictures.
Outside the door, the director was pacing left and right, worried. However, he paused as soon as his right foot was halfway up in the air. His eyelids were half blinked, and his eyes were glazed over without any movement.
Outside the old community, the investigators patrolling the ground stood still, like petrified sculptures.
But outside the community, that is, at the boundary a hundred meters away from Kemeng, time is still flowing and the air is still flowing.
The flying insect flew from the time flow area into the time stagnation area, and its vibrating wings suddenly stopped at the boundary line, violating the laws of physics.
This community has been classified as a strictly controlled area, and no rushing cars or crowds enter here, so no ordinary person knows that time has stopped here.
