Chapter 283: Rectify the greedy tape recorder

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Kemon didn't touch it. As usual, he took out the big-faced cat and stared at it.
Strange knowledge has increased!
"Petrified Stone"
"When the physiological skin surface touches it, stony skin is automatically formed on the skin surface."
"Side effects: the stony skin gradually proliferates to the whole body, and the thinking becomes slower."
"After cessation of contact, the stony skin remains for one or two days. The remaining time depends on the individual's ability to metabolize."
After reading its information, Kemeng finally knew what a petrified stone was.
Simply put, it is to add a layer of stone skin to enhance the ability of defense, but the price is that the thinking becomes slow.
Kemon thought about it, so he tried it himself.
Just tap the surface of the stone with a finger, and the stone skin immediately appeared on the finger.
The surging resistance force in the body is fighting against the power of petrification, but this thing does not fade so easily.
The items sacrificed by the player believers in this period are items in the 100th level area. Kemun's resistance power can not eliminate the negative effects in an instant, and the skin of the fingers is still petrified.
Letting go of his fingers, Kemeng squeezed the skin of the stone with the other. The texture of the stone was very obvious.
As for thinking, it doesn't feel much. Maybe the thinking has been dull, but Kemon can't detect it.
Kemon felt nothing wrong with his spirituality, so he ignored it for the time being.
Put the stone in the storage scarf, which can later be used as an insulator generator.
Speaking of it, I haven't been too busy recently, and I haven't been free to shoot videos.
After Kemon came into contact with petrified stones, he realized that the resistance was not enough.
In the game, the maximum level is 999.
And Cthulhu's resistance is 100 million, an astronomical number.
Kemon will not directly match the data with the evil Cthulhu. That is unrealistic. Cthulhu is a god-level person, not a height that can be reached in a short while.
Kemeng patted the white sugar, "You said, what is good for the new video?"
As an authentic sand sculpture netizen, the white sugar acridine made an exclamation mark on his forehead and his body stayed in place.
The white granulated sugar's eyeballs turned rapidly, and the Cthulhu himself asked about it. If he couldn't answer it, the consequences...maybe very serious.
The white sugar shook his body, and the yellow fine sand shook from the feathers.
It called several times and made a simple opinion.
You can take pictures of the meat-eating tape recorder and feed it indescribable food.
Kemeng listened, with a slightly surprised expression.
This little sand sculpture can be taught by a child.
How did you come up with such an idea? Is it the sand sculpture netizens? Or is it the original idea?
"Nice idea." Kemeng smiled and commented, making the white sugar so excited that his heart was beating, reaching the target of 250 beats per minute.
The meat-loving tape recorder is currently in the octopus branch. If Kemon wants to use it to make videos, he has to lie down in the investigation bureau.
A new wave of patients arrived at the Bureau of Investigation. Kemon ate breakfast and rushed directly to the Bureau of Investigation.
In the investigation bureau, the chapter bureau has gone back to rest and has not yet gone to work.
Director Lei was there. He was an who rushed over from the Whale Market. Director Wu felt that if Ke Meng was placed in the Octopus Market, he would be abducted by Lao Zhang, so Director Pai Lei kept an eye on him, and don't let his family pick the corner.
"You want to feed that tape recorder?"
Director Lei couldn't laugh or cry after hearing Kemeng's request.
But Kemeng’s opinion is not unreasonable. Now the meat-loving tape recorder is becoming more and more excessive, eating more and more meat, and the two carts of meat can no longer satisfy its appetite.
In the past, the Bureau of Investigation did not feed it so diligently. When it was not in use, it would eat ashes directly in the storage room and press the bottom of the box without anyone interested.
This time, the staff gave him big fish every hour. The tape recorder was already eating it, it was overwhelmed, and it floated, thinking that the Bureau of Investigation could not do without its recording function.
Kemeng and Director Lei came to the suppression treatment site together. As soon as they walked through the door, they heard the voice of the tape recorder: "Meat, meat, I want meat!"
The mouth of the tape recorder is not big. Due to the size of the machine, its mouth is not open, but its appetite is getting too much.
A trolley enters the room to provide meat for the tape recorder.
Pork prices are rising in the country, and there are no special items that produce pork automatically.
Even if there is an item that automatically breeds pigs, the price may be exchanged from another place. It is hard to say the gains and losses.
After the tape recorder finished eating the meat and released the inaudible frog sound to the patients, the tape recorder opened its mouth and shouted meat.
Kemeng took out a black cauldron. The pot itself has no special temperament. It looks unpretentious and has no bright spots.
The new pork was delivered to the treatment room, Kemeng opened the lid, put all the meat in the black pot, and closed the lid.
Hum rumbling.
It sounded like the sound of a drum washing machine.
The tape recorder continued to shout meat, not knowing what he would encounter next.
As the black cauldron vibrated, an alluring fragrance came out from the lid.
This scent is not a real scent, but Kemeng’s own spirituality smells the scent, which is similar to the synaesthetic sense of smell, illusory and misty.
Even Kemon feels savory, not to mention the greedy carnivorous tape recorder, its mouth opened to the limit that the surface of the machine can open.
"Meat, meat, meat—"
Its voice is full of greed and gluttony desire, endless, as if there is no end.
Kemon didn't know if it had a sense of smell, so he gently lifted the recorder, and then uncovered the black pot, and suddenly threw the recorder into the indescribable black pot.
The tape recorder's mouth opened wide, and I looked forward to it very much. At that moment, the thrust of the man pushed it into the pot.
It is full of joy. There is such a good person in this world, and he puts it in the pot instead of feeding it piece by piece.
To be honest, it prefers to eat on its own, but the body can't move and can only be helped by others.
Entering the dark and indescribable pot~EbookFREE.me~ There is a trace of hesitation in the recorder, and it feels not very good.
But the emotions of greed and gluttony ravage the heart, and the tape recorder desperately eats the meat of the mouth before talking.
After chewing two bites quickly, the tape recorder's mouth suddenly stopped.
A strange and disgusting smell rose from the body of the recorder, hovered, and sublimated, making the recorder feel more disgusting.
The tape recorder had never eaten anything so disgusting, and vomited in front of Kemeng, all in the pot.
It is a very strange ingredient, it is difficult to describe, the whole body is black, twisted around like tentacles, and it has strange eyes.
The tape recorder is surrounded by a bunch of strange food. They don't eat the tape recorder, but move their tentacles so quietly, which makes the tape recorder feel sick from the heart.
"Don't eat, don't eat, I don't eat!"
After a few seconds, the tape recorder finally couldn't stand it, and the soul roared.