I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 119: White sugar
Kemeng waited outside the door for ten minutes, and asked Captain Luo about the printer by the way.
"The printer started printing a few days ago, and the trees disappeared one after another at that time."
Captain Luo explained to Kemeng the problem of resuming work in the library. The resumption of work in the library took place later than everyone thought, so no one was working there at the time.
Of the two security guards, the one in question guards the guard for his colleagues, so the colleagues are also happy and do not go to work.
So the amount of wood consumed by the printer in seven days has been calculated, a total of 360 trees.
Kemeng was a mental arithmetic last time, this time I used the calculator function of the mobile phone to calculate again.
20*60*24=28800.
has a daily output of 28,800 sheets and an annual output of 10 million sheets.
Someone has done data. Starting from the size of a country, this printer consumes a small amount and cannot have a substantial short-term impact on the country. It can completely accommodate it.
But in the city, it is a disaster for trees.
So this printer has been transported to the desert. In the desert area, it stopped printing for a while and stopped printing.
But once it moves out of the desert, it will start printing again.
Oasis trees in the desert area will disappear as a result, but it happens that there are special items of green trees in the seal spots in the desert area. The trees are built every day, forming a perfect pair with the printer, endless looping, and becoming a perpetual motion machine.
As for the side-effects of daily tree-building, Captain Luo is also not clear about it. It is not in the whale market, so it is difficult to inquire.
At this time, the curtains of the interrogation room were opened.
In , there is a neatly dressed investigator surnamed Di, his face is serious, as if nothing happened at all.
He left the interrogation room, and related personnel entered, adjusted the lights, and ensured that the two shadows were kept inside.
Captain Luo came forward to chat with Di Ping, and asked him how he was talking and whether he had found key information.
Di flattened his face and said, "Let’s go to the investigation file. The record of the interrogation has been written into the file in this issue."
This means that the interrogation has been completed, but people are not in the mood to share with you the joy of a successful interrogation.
After all, that’s not a very pleasant thing.
Kemeng couldn’t see the live dance, I don’t know what dance it was, it’s a pity.
Looking back, the Kemon Bureau checked the investigation files of this issue, and finally knew who the other party's sacrifice target was.
made a sacrifice to the great Lord of Shadow, but the Lord of Shadow did not respond to the sacrifice ceremony, so the sacrifice failed.
"Whale County Travel Notes" itself is a special book, which represents the ecology of the whole land in Whale County.
It was stained with blood, causing a **** disaster in Whale County.
At present, people from the Bureau of Investigation are using special items to eliminate disasters and purify "Whale County Travel Notes".
The interrogation ended that night, and it was a bit late.
Kemeng returned to his room and sorted out today's harvest.
took out the long-lost notebook, Kemon turned over and wrote on a new page:
"The members of the Shadow Stream are offering sacrifices to the Lord of Shadow, the ultimate boss of the Shadow Stream organization may be the Cthulhu?"
Kemeng once again drew a sacrificial pattern to sacrifice others, trying to synaesthesia.
He saw two shadows in the interrogation room with his own eyes. They were the initiators of the sacrificial ceremony, and the connection should have deepened a little bit.
This time, Kemon vaguely saw something.
An extremely vague picture emerges. It is the room of the sacrifice ceremony. The blood-stained "Whale County Travel Notes" is placed in the center of the sacrifice ceremony. The two men have fallen on their backs, and the shadows beneath them emerge from the gap. Swim out of the balcony.
The screen ends here.
I saw it as if I didn't see it. Now that the prisoners have been found, what's the point.
Hmm, wait?
Kemeng looked at the pattern on the notebook and stared quietly for two seconds.
Two seconds later, he tore up the page and burned it with a lighter.
"It's crazy. If the other party is really a Cthulhu, once I succeed in synaesthesia, it will only be me who will die." Kemeng was afraid for a while.
I didn't expect it at first, but now I suddenly thought of this, and I felt like I was left behind.
Fortunately, Kemon does not have the truth behind the synaesthetic pattern.
Sometimes, not knowing the truth is also a kind of happiness.
Kemeng is not a Cthulhu in reality. Without Cthulhu’s perverted data, Synaesthetic Cthulhu will not end up any better. The high probability is to accept a lot of chaotic knowledge and then go crazy.
Hmm, wait a minute.
doesn't seem to be a dead end. It was the second level of thought just now, and now he thought of the third level of thought.
In the third-level hypothesis, as long as he does not die suddenly, even if he becomes a lunatic and can sleep.
Kemeng will become Cthulhu in his dream, possessing the personality of an evil god.
Any madness is nothing in his realm.
Kemeng took a deep breath and closed the notebook.
Fortunately, I have dreaming skills as a guarantee, otherwise it would be really dangerous to live in this mysterious world.
Kemeng looked at the sand sculptures in the house. The sand sculptures looked very well-behaved, not daring to make noises, and were cautious.
"Let's give you a name, what can I do?" Kermon stayed, thinking about the name in his head.
glutinous rice **** have something to say, and Wang and Wang barked.
"Wow!"
is called white glutinous rice balls.
Kemeng kicked the ball and rejected the suggestion of naming the glutinous rice balls.
thought for a while, Kemon didn't have a good idea, so he asked the netizen for help.
"Ask, there is a sand sculpture at home, how do I name it?"
Kemeng with a picture.
Kemeng’s fans are very active at the moment, and soon they will post suggestions in the comment area.
"Jade and fish meet rain": "Why don't you call it white sugar? Tangyuan is delicious with sugar~IndoMTL.com~ speechless and collapse": "Bai give it."
"NOThanKyou": "Since there are glutinous rice balls, it's better to call it granulated sugar."
"Uncle Sea Wolf Soup Sweetheart": "Not as good as sandbags."
"Drunk Dream Yiren Gui": "Call a dog egg, it's so exciting."
Kemeng glanced, then gave the sand sculpture a look.
"What do you think?"
The little sand sculpture dare not speak, only whispered.
depends on the master's wishes.
Okay, since the white-haired sand sculpture is so Buddhist, Kemeng is not entangled anymore.
Dogdan, nothing for nothing, Kemon won't take it. He knows that the other party is joking, so he doesn't care.
The same goes for sandbags.
Have you ever seen a sand sculpture with a big sandbag?
Wait, it sounds like that.
looked at the white sand sculpture, about sixty centimeters tall.
There are two kinds of sandbags, one is a throwing toy, and the other is a boxing sandbag.
When boxing or kicking, the big sandbag is a good fitness companion.
But Kemeng chose to deny it, and finally fixed his gaze on sugar or white sugar.
The feathers of the white sand sculpture are white, and the white sugar has a white character as an adjective to describe it more accurately.
"I will call you white sugar from now on. Add some white sugar when eating dumplings, which is very suitable." Ke Meng patted the head of the great white eagle and smiled gently.
White granulated sugar was lost, I don't know what it was, but after a while, it remembered the meaning of white granulated sugar.
white granulated sugar, the color is white and flawless, and it is very sweet. It is often used for cooking, and you can add sugar when eating.
White granulated sugar thought that the owner was going to cook it, so he shook his body subconsciously, and the yellow sand shook from the feathers.