Chapter 119: White sugar

　　 Kemeng waited outside the door for ten minutes, and asked Captain Luo about the printer.
　　 "The printer started printing a few days ago, and the trees gradually disappeared 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.
　　 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.
　　206024=28800.
　　 The daily output is 28,800 sheets and the annual output is 10 million sheets.
　　 Someone has done data. Starting from the size of a country, this printer does not consume much, and cannot have a substantial short-term impact on the country, and it can completely accommodate it.
　　 But placed 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, but it happens that there are special items of green trees in the seal spots in the desert area. They are built every day and form a perfect pair with the printer, which loops endlessly and becomes a perpetual motion machine.
　　 As for the side effects of daily tree-building, Captain Luo is also not quite sure 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.
Inside 　　, there is a neatly dressed investigator surnamed Di, his face is serious, as if nothing happened at all.
　　 He left the interrogation room, and the relevant 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 said with a stinky face, "Everyone, 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, it’s not very pleasant.
　　 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 that night ended, 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 with his own eyes outside the interrogation room. They were the initiators of the sacrifice ceremony, and the connection should have deepened a little bit.
　　 This time, Kemeng saw something vaguely.
An extremely vague picture emerges as the room for 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 under them swim out of the gap to the balcony. outer.
　　The screen ends here.
　　 Seeing it is like not seeing 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 synesthetic 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 be any better off. The high probability is to accept a lot of chaotic knowledge and then go crazy.
　　 Well, wait.
　　 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 not a problem in his realm.
　　 Kemeng took a deep breath and closed the notebook.
　　 Fortunately, I have dreaming skills as a guarantee, otherwise it is really dangerous to live in this mysterious world.
　　 Kemeng looked at the sand sculptures in the room. The sand sculptures looked very well-behaved, not daring to make any noise, and were cautious.
　　 "Let's give you a name, what can I do?" Kermon stayed, thinking about the name in his head.
　　 The glutinous rice have something to say.
　　 "Wow!"
　　 is called white glutinous rice dumplings, it should be the scene.
　　 Kemeng kicked the ball and rejected the suggestion of naming the dumpling.
　　 After thinking for a while, Kemon didn't have a good idea, so he asked the netizen for help.
　　 "Ask, there is a sand sculpture in the house, how do you 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~EbookFREE.me~ speechless and collapse": "Bai give it."
　　 "NOThanKyou": "Since there are glutinous rice balls, it is better to call it granulated sugar."
　　 "Hai Zong Lang Shu Tang Sweet Heart": "Not as good as sand bags."
　　 "Drunken Dream Yirengui": "Call Gougan, how exciting."
　　 Kemeng glanced, then gave the sand sculpture a look.
"how do you feel?"
　　 Xiao Sha Diao dare not speak, only whispered acridine.
　　 depends on the master's heart.
　　Well, since the white-haired sand sculpture is so Buddhist, Kemeng is not entangled anymore.
　　 Googdan, white give it or something, Kemon won't take it, he knows 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 really sounds like that.
　　 looked at the white-haired 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 Kemun 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. It's a good match." Ke Meng patted the head of the big white sculpture and smiled gently.
　　 In the confusion of white sugar, I don't know what it is, but after a while, it remembered the meaning of white sugar.
　　 White sugar, the color is white and flawless, and it is very sweet. You can also add sugar when cooking and eating.
　　 The white granulated sugar thought that the owner was going to cook it, and shook his body subconsciously, and the yellow sand shook from the feathers.