Chapter 278: Meat tape recorder

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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 the 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 Kemeng: "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 record it. Hold his voice."
When the bandage man tapped 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 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 did not 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.
Machines without digestive organs digest dried small fish, which are obviously different species, but there is no sense of disobedience at this moment.
"Magic reality cannot be treated with common sense." Kemeng 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 afterwards, a random paragraph will be added to the recording file. Family embarrassment."
Kemon touched the recorder. The barrel was full of yellow, the tip of the pen was pointed, and there was an indeterminate breathing light circle on the tail.
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.
"Increase embarrassment?... If the embarrassment is a state secret, what if it is the secret of a terrorist organization?" Kemeng held the recorder with a curious expression on his face.
"This." The chapters were suddenly speechless.
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 are recording tests on it in the archives, a total of 10 thousand times. Most of them are yellow paint embarrassment, family troubles, business matters, and some minor troubles." The chapter bureau is only a rough review. .
Kemeng, according to the serial number given by the chapter bureau, officially called out the recording of the recording pen. There were indeed 10 thousand recording tests in it, and every recording was recorded.
These recordings cannot be directly listened to by mobile phones, but 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. He 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 be silent.
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, mobilized the spirituality in his body to form an inaudible sound, his throat moved, and the complexion of all the patients changed for an instant.
A few seconds later, the staff saw Kemeng closing his mouth, immediately turned off the recording button, and retreated to another room that was quite soundproof.
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 recording objects, and lets Kemon operate.
Kemun still wears the fake face, and his right hand is swimming between the old recorder and the brand new recorder.
Finally Kemon pressed the old-fashioned tape recorder, which was relatively stable and would 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 with the backhand.
However, the greedy tape recorder was not satisfied, and wanted to eat more, with his mouth wide open, and craving more meat.
"Meat, meat, I want meat..." The old-fashioned tape recorder made a thirsty sound, as if it hadn't eaten meat in a few years, and the dried fish couldn't satisfy its desire.
The staff immediately pushed a trolley with ten pieces of pork on the trolley.
"Meat!" The tape recorder seemed to smell meat, but it had no feet and couldn't move, so it could only keep on howling and making a hoarse sound.
The faces of several patients changed when they saw the recorder talking.
The patients have seen the video released by the popular science staff of the Bureau of Investigation, and there are indeed some special items in this world.
But they have lived for decades and have not seen those objects.
Now I see a tape recorder speak with my own eyes, and feel scared.
That thing, why do you keep calling meaty meaty.
Does that cart carry human flesh?
People from the Bureau of Investigation said 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 the patients think about it. Mortals are never calm when facing extraordinary things. People who are born with big hearts like Kemeng are not many.
Several patients sat on the chair, their lips turned white, very nervous, and thirsty.
"Here you are, hurry up and eat, stop calling."
Kemon saw that the patient's expression was not right, and was too lazy 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 and ate piece after piece. After it had eaten ten pieces of pork, it still opened its mouth and made a meaty sound.
Kemeng patted the disobedient tape recorder with his hands, and the tape recorder continued to make fleshy sounds without fear.
The staff pushed another car over, and the tape recorder was finally satisfied with a full hiccup.
The old-fashioned tape recorder closed his mouth and began to be silent.
Kemeng sat there, listening 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 that of the original sculpture. The sound of frogs in the original sculpture is even worse, possessing evil thoughts that distort human values.
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The next moment, the screaming roar of patients came from the tape recorder.
As the voice of the tape recorder roared, the patients in front of them shook their bodies, their eyes widened, as if they had heard something terrifying.
Then Kemon felt a slight change from them.
It succeeded. The old tape recorder successfully recorded the sound.
Kermon let out a sigh of relief, and now the burden on his body can be lighter, and there is no need to croak every day.
"Transfer the patient away and pay attention to hydration," Kemon said.
"Yes!"
Several staff helped the people away, and the scene was quickly emptied, leaving only two staff and Kemeng.
Kemeng looked at the other recording pen flashing white light, and was about to press the switch of the recording pen, when his finger suddenly stopped on the pen.