I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 278: Tape recorder that eats meat
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The second batch of patients were sent to the Octopus City Investigation Bureau on the same day, accompanied by two pieces of recording equipment.
One of these two special recording equipment is an old-fashioned tape recorder, the other is a recording pen, one large and one small.
The bandage man patted the head of the old-fashioned tape recorder, and smiled at Kemon: "This is 6-0984 in Koi City, a tape recorder that can eat meat. After recording the sound, you need to eat meat. If you don’t eat meat, it will Cover the recorded voice."
When the bandage man shot the tape recorder, the old tape recorder stood still.
Kemeng heard this, took a bag of dried fish from the scarf, took out a dried fish and handed it to the tape recorder
The old-fashioned tape recorder seemed to smell the meat, and a black mouth suddenly cracked on the surface of the machine, biting the dried fish.
It even wanted to bite Kemeng's hand, but Kemeng stopped quickly and it didn't bite.
The dried fish entered the body of the tape recorder, and the machine closed its mouth directly and chewed. Kemon heard the sound of the dried fish being crushed by the masticator.
The machine without digestive organs digests dried fish, which are obviously different species, but there is no sense of disobedience at this moment.
"Magic reality cannot be treated with common sense." Kemon commented in his heart.
Then Kemeng looked at the recorder. The bandage man didn’t have any impression of it. In the end, Director Zhang came out to explain: “The recorder’s number is 6-4135. You can record as usual, but the recording files will be random afterwards. Add a paragraph of embarrassment in other people's homes."
Kemeng touched this recording pen. The barrel is full of yellow, the tip of the pen is pointed, and the tail has an indeterminate breathing light circle setting.
When the aperture is red, it proves that it is recording.
When the white light is in the standby state, the green light is the sound recorded by the recorder is playing.
"Increase embarrassment?... If the embarrassment is a state secret, what if it is the secret of a terrorist organization?" Kemeng held the recorder with curiosity on his face.
"This." The chapters were suddenly choked.
This object was not unearthed here, and he is not very clear, only knows some information on the file.
Both items are level six things, and the level is not high.
High-level recording materials often have strong side effects, or have certain harsh conditions for use, and do not have the conditions for frequent use.
"There is a recording test on it in the file, a total of 10 thousand times, most of which are yellow paint embarrassment, family mischief, business affairs, and some minor troubles." The chapter is just a general rule. Read it roughly.
According to the serial number given by the chapter bureau, Kemeng officially called out the recording of the recording pen. There were indeed 10 thousand recording tests in it, and every recording transcript was recorded.
These recordings cannot be directly listened to by mobile phones. They can only be read on the computer of the Bureau of Investigation to prevent abuse.
Kemon didn't have time to listen to them one by one, and looked directly at the statistical graphs made by the testers. They classified every kind of embarrassment, that is, there were no state secrets or secrets of terrorist organizations.
After a while, Kemeng began to shout frogs to the second round of patients, and all patients and staff were asked to silence.
The staff held special recording equipment in front of Kemeng’s mouth for fear that the recording equipment would not be able to record.
Kemeng opened his mouth and mobilized the spirituality in his body to form an inaudible sound. The throat moved, and the complexion of all the patients changed for a moment.
A few seconds later, the staff saw Kemon closing his mouth, immediately turned off the recording button, and retreated back to another fairly soundproof room.
There are several patients in it, waiting for a recording test.
Normal people can't hear it. Only the owner of the frog mutation gene can hear that sound. The tester waits for Kemon to be in place, put down two recordings, and lets Kemon operate.
Kemeng still wears the fake face, and his right hand is swimming between the old-fashioned tape recorder and the brand new one.
Finally, Kemon pressed the old-fashioned tape recorder, which is relatively stable and will not cause trouble.
The old-fashioned tape recorder opened his mouth wide and wanted to eat Kemeng's hand. Kemeng patted it on the head and handed it a small dried fish backhand.
But the greedy tape recorder is not satisfied, he wants to eat more, opens his mouth wide, and craves more meat.
"Meat, meat, I want meat..." The old-fashioned tape recorder made a thirsty sound, as if I hadn't eaten meat in a few years, and the dried fish couldn't satisfy its desire at all.
The staff immediately pushed a cart with ten pieces of pork on it.
"Meat!" The tape recorder seemed to smell meat, but it had no feet and couldn't move. It could only scream and make a hoarse sound.
Several patients' faces changed when they saw the tape recorder talking.
Patients have watched the video released by the Science Popularization Officer of the Bureau of Investigation, and there are indeed some special items in this world.
But they have lived for decades and haven't seen those objects.
I am scared to see a tape recorder speak with my own eyes.
That thing, why do you keep shouting at meaty meat.
Is the cart carrying human flesh?
People from the Bureau of Investigation said that they were participating in a conservative treatment. Why were there only a few patients at the scene and where did the other patients go?
The inferiority of the number of people makes patients think about it. Mortals are never calm when facing extraordinary things. People who are born with a big heart like Kemeng, on the contrary, are not many.
Several patients sat on the chair, their lips turned pale, very nervous, and also very thirsty.
"Here you are, hurry up and eat, stop calling."
Kemon saw that the patient's expression was not right, and he didn't bother to wrestle with the recorder. He picked up the pork and stuffed it into the **** mouth of the recorder.
The tape recorder chewed the pork bit by bit, eating piece after piece, and when it ate ten pieces of pork, it still opened its mouth and made a meaty sound.
Kemeng patted the disobedient tape recorder with his hand. The tape recorder was not afraid, and continued to make a fleshy sound.
The staff pushed another cart over, and the tape recorder was finally satisfied, and it made a full hiccup.
The old-fashioned tape recorder closed his mouth and began to be silent.
Kemeng sat in the position and listened quietly with his ears, trying to hear his own frog sound on the radio.
The sound of frogs made by Kemun is not the same as the sound of the original sculpture. The sound of frogs in the original sculpture is even worse, possessing evil thoughts that distort human values.
And Kemeng’s voice has eliminated all distracting thoughts~IndoMTL.com~, leaving only the purest homology suppression effect.
In the next instant, there was a roar of patients screaming from the tape recorder.
As the voice of the tape recorder roared, several patients in front of them shook their bodies, their eyes widened, as if they had heard something terrifying.
Next, Kemon felt a slight change from them.
Success, the old tape recorder successfully recorded the sound.
Kimonson breathed a sigh of relief, now the burden on his body can be lighter, and there is no need to croak every day.
"Remove the patient, pay attention to hydration," Kemon said.
"Yes!"
Several staff members helped people away, and the scene was quickly emptied, leaving only two staff members and Kemeng.
Kemeng looked at another recording pen flashing white light, and was about to press the switch of the recording pen, when his finger suddenly stopped on the pen body.