I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 96: The lonely printer

　　The paper outlet of the 　　 printer continuously ejects paper, like a perpetual machine that can eject paper without electricity.

　　The drone looked for a while, inspecting the windows of other rooms.

　　The patrol car patrolled the first floor and came to the stairs, using huge wheels to roll up the stairs.

　　 humming, the patrol car rolled all the way up the stairs on the second floor and continued to patrol.

　　 The drone climbed up, looking inside from the window.

　　 During the drone reconnaissance, Kemon remembered one thing.

　　His honey juice was still in his scarf, and Kemon took advantage of the interval of drone reconnaissance to photograph the honey juice.

　　 Luo Yuan saw a pot of thick dark brown liquid, which gave people a very fascinating feeling.

　　"This is...honey juice?" Cheng Le said with a weird face when he saw this weird thing.

　　 Liang saw honey juice for the first time, and the water was full of fascination as the name suggests.

　　The rattan baskets soaked in honey give people a feeling of being made of water, which is quite fascinating.

　　 Kemeng borrowed a pistol from the soldier, and then photographed a strange pair of chopsticks from the scarf.

　　 The chopsticks themselves are stained with honey juice. The back half of the chopsticks are normal wooden chopsticks, but the front half gives a feeling of flame burning, but the chopsticks did not catch fire.

　　The soldiers on the side glanced at them from time to time, no way, this thing is too strange, the more you look at it, the more you doubt your life.

　　How could the chopsticks catch fire? There is obviously no flame.

　　 It turns out that this thing is so fascinating. Kemun used this strange chopsticks to hold the pistol and put it in the honey to soak the tip of the gun.

　　After soaking the spear head, the spear head of the pistol appeared in a mysterious background.

　　 "Wooden gun!" Cheng Le exclaimed.

　　 In the eyes of everyone, the tip of the pistol is no longer a steel product. Its tip is made of wood, and the back half is made of steel.

　　 Kemeng took this semi-finished product and walked towards the barrier. The gun head of the pistol successfully crossed the barrier, but the back half of the pistol was stuck and couldn't reach out.

　　 Kemeng turned back and soaked all the gun body with honey. After a few seconds, he pulled the pistol out of the honey, and the dark brown honey on the gun slowly disappeared.

After the 　　 honey juice fades, the pistol feels completely changed. It is just a wooden product and has no deterrent effect at all.

　　 But visually, it still looks like steel.

　　 This kind of contradictory fascinating feeling kept hitting in my mind, telling myself that it was made of wood, but Kemeng knew in his heart that it was definitely not made of wood.

　　 This time I took the wooden pistol to cross the boundary again, without any sense of obstruction, and easily penetrated the boundary.

　　 "It's successful, as long as it is covered with honey, it is a special item." Kemeng took the pistol back and handed it to the soldier, who waved his hand to Kemeng.

　　 Kemeng looked at the captain, and the captain nodded, lip-synching: Practice guns at the shooting range tomorrow.

　　 "But some parts of the pistol are not coated with honey." Cheng Le analyzed.

　　"As long as the outside is coated with honey, the barrier does not detect the inside of the pistol."

　　"This is the same as the principle of scarf storage and transportation. The ordinary items in the scarf are not blocked by the barrier, because the barrier detects the appearance of the scarf and does not check the interior."

　　After testing the honey juice, the car and drone also rose to the sixth floor.

　　 The sixth floor is a huge collection of old books. The windows are locked and covered by wooden bookcases, so you can't see the contents.

　　 The drone went around to take the picture, and the patrol car stopped in front of the door on the sixth floor because the door was locked.

　　 When the drone went around to the front, I finally found a window with no curtains tightly closed, and shot inside.

　　 No one was seen, at least from this point of view, there is indeed no one.

　　 Several people exchanged ideas and decided to let the reconnaissance vehicle break the door by blasting.

　　The military reconnaissance vehicle carried a small door-breaking bomb, and the footage shot by the reconnaissance vehicle was sent back to the ground troops. The ground troops outside the field pulled the material data of the steel door, analyzed the structure of the sixth floor, and conducted comprehensive data analysis. The bomb installation point is given in seconds.

　　 The manipulator hummed, took out the door-breaking bomb, and installed it at a specific blasting point. This blasting point can minimize internal losses.

The 　　 reconnaissance vehicle climbed down the stairs and immediately blasted it remotely after reaching a safe position.

　　bang!

The 　　 reconnaissance car heard the blasting sound and drove up to the sixth floor immediately. It saw a hole in the iron gate and metal lump fragments scattered on the stairs.

　　 An ethereal cloud of white smoke was suspended at the door. The reconnaissance car crossed the gun smoke, switched the thermal imaging function, scanned it again without scanning the heat source, and then switched back to the normal camera.

　　 There were metal fragments scattered on the floor, some books were shaken to the ground, and there was nothing else.

　　 Looking at the picture in the camera, Kemon felt a strange feeling, but couldn't tell what was there.

The three investigators next to 　　 also frowned, feeling something, but couldn't capture that feeling.

　　 Kemeng emptied his brain, trying to feel.

　　 One minute later, a certain figure disappeared very quickly.

　　 Something must have happened in it, but the lens cannot magnify this feeling, so I need to go to the scene to feel it.

　　After the drone reconnaissance was completed, everyone decided to move the printer out of the barrier on the first floor, and then investigate on the sixth floor.

　　 "Where did the security guard go, why didn't he find him?" Cheng Le asked in confusion.

　　The drone once scanned the window with a thermal imager, but did not see the human heat source.

　　 "Be careful not to see people. Sometimes some people may be related to the birth of special things." Luo Yuan said.

　　 Four investigators and eleven armed soldiers marched together into the main hall of the library.

　　 A weird smell filled the air, and as the distance got closer, Kemon finally smelled what it was.

　　 is the smell of printing paper.

　　 At first, when I was at the door, the smell was not obvious enough. When I entered the library, the smell suddenly became stronger. It was hard to remember.

　　 Everyone came to the door of the staff room of the printing press, and the soldier kicked it and broke the door directly.

　　 glanced in with a gun, nothing strange.

　　 Kemeng stepped into the room, and the printing smell became stronger, as if a bunch of brand-new printing paper was hitting his nose hard, for fear that he could not smell it.

　　 Smelling this rich smell, Kemon suddenly thought-as if to cover up something?

　　 is hiding something? Kemeng wears sunglasses and looks at the whole room. The floor is covered with white A4 paper.

　　 Fingers wearing Juli gloves picked up a few pieces of paper, put them in front of the nose and smelled them.

　　The scout picked up the camera and snapped a photo, took the scene into the camera, and transmitted it to the outside information warfare department through the wireless network.

　　"How do you feel~IndoMTL.com~Amon." Luo Yuan asked.

　　 "It seems to be covering up, what about you." Kemon asked.

　　 "This machine should be the source of the special field." Luo Yuan said his feelings.

　　 move it away, and you can end this strange field.

　　 Kemeng was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded: "Wait a second, I will feel it. If you don't feel it, I will move."

　　 walked to the printer and listened to the rumble of printing. Kemon touched the printer on the spot, closing his eyes and quietly feeling the smell of the printer.

　　The smell became stronger and stronger, and the noise of printing rang in his ears, which made Kemon vaguely see something.

　　 That is an office, and employees use it to print documents every day.

　　 But with the beginning of a certain day, the staff room was empty, and no one went to work for a long time.

　　Because no one comes to work, no one prints it. This time may be the period of home isolation.

　　 Empty, lonely, unhappy, the printer has emotions, and starts printing automatically.

　　 Kemeng opened his eyes and ended this synaesthesia.

　　 "It has nothing to do with the sixth floor, probably." Kemun said the intuition brought by synaesthesia.

　　 But he didn't say everything enough. There are exceptions to everything. Maybe the printer gave an error warning, so he stayed vigilant for stability.

　　 One minute later, the printer was lifted by several big guys. Kemeng supported the printer with one hand and moved it outside the library gate. The printer kept ejecting paper during transportation, and several people behind him stooped all the way. Pick up paper and follow along.

The moment 　　 the printer came out, the sense of isolation brought by the library itself suddenly disappeared.

　　The soldiers can walk freely and enter the library.

　　 The walkie-talkies of the special forces buzzed, and all the staff rushed into the library.