Chapter 582: Resting time

　　 Kemeng stopped pushing the door, and his spiritual warning disappeared immediately, as if there was no danger.
　　 "The door of infinity, another door of infinity, are the doors of the door organization endless?" The director-general felt sad, as if it was difficult to fight the door organization this time.
　　 "There should not be too many people in the door organization. Their development model is different from that of Shadow Stream." Kemun closed the doors and walked out of the corridor.
　　 "Shadow streams can be madly possessed. It doesn't matter if you develop offline members. It is better to say that their global sacrifice plan requires the participation of many shadow stream members to complete." The chief director analyzed.
　　 "Then the organization, how do they develop offline members?"
　　 The director sat on the sofa and looked at the ceiling in silence.
　　 "Knowledge, only those who desire knowledge can become disciples." Kemun sat on the sofa and said how he felt.
　　 The director changed his posture, "Where is the person who is hungry for power?"
　　 "Aspiring not only for power, but also for knowledge that transcends human beings, such people should be the talents that the organization desires." Kemeng closed his eyes and wanted synesthesia, but he didn't know what synesthesia was, so he was confused.
　　 The infinite door of synaesthesia, the answer is only the answer to the toilet door behind the door.
　　 Even in the dream, the answer is probably the same.
　　 Before opening the door of infinity, synesthesia cannot predict what is behind it.
　　 "There is a guy waiting for me behind the door," Kemon said.
"and so?"
　　 "You said that the explosion of ice and blood plus the instantaneous pumping of energy can kill it instantly?" Kemeng looked at his palm. The feeling of controlling energy and lowering the temperature was really powerful and made him extremely drunk.
　　 If it weren't for resistance, how could he dare to use skills like this?
　　 "No, what if its energy density is too high and you can't bear the reaction?" The director shook his head.
　　 "No, can I personally confirm how much energy density is?"
"How is it possible, once the door is opened, the person who prepared first will definitely arrest you first...Wait, do you have a way?" The chief was shocked. Kemeng's words didn't seem like random nonsense, his sixth sense I can clearly feel that Kemun is very confident.
　　 Where does this confidence come from?
Does 　　 come from his strong and invincible body?
　　 No, no, this is definitely not the reason, the Secretary denied it in his heart.
　　 At this time, when the secretary wanted to ask, Kemon was already hypnotized and fell asleep.
　　 The glutinous rice rolled in. It patrolled around here, smelling the master's breath, rolled over.
　　 Ten minutes later, Kemeng woke up.
　　 "What is the solution?" The director suspected that Kemun had just used his dream synesthesia to foretell the risk of his trip.
　　 "Time props." Kemon didn't want to say more, to avoid any accidents.
　　 "What?" The Director-General suspected that he was deaf, but seeing Kemon's confident appearance, his expression changed from confusion to surprise.
　　Time props!
　　 The weight of these four words is too big.
　　 It's not that there are no time items in the Bureau of Investigation, but things that can be used to challenge are really lost.
　　 Especially in response to this well-prepared trap, the Bureau of Investigation has no countermeasures for the time being.
　　 Kemeng walked to the door of the Infinite Gate and took a deep breath.
　　 He entered a dream just now, and he felt the gate of infinity. He saw a faint person behind the gate of infinity, but he couldn't see the true face behind him, and he didn't know what trap the enemy had prepared waiting for him.
　　 must personally open this door, and see what is behind the door in order to be able to communicate further.
　　 Kemeng has time props that can pause the 100-meter area for three seconds.
　　 These three seconds are enough for Kemon to decide the outcome.
　　 Kemeng took out the fake time pocket watch from the storage scarf. Just by looking at the pocket watch, you can feel the time twisting. He can't see exactly where its pointer is pointing, or whether its pointer is moving.
The bureau chief beside 　　 also turned his eyes to the time pocket watch. His eyes seemed to be controlled, and he couldn't help but stare at the time pocket watch.
　　 Kemeng turned his pocket watch to the other side, preventing the director from seeing the pointer. Only then did the director regain his consciousness.
　　 "This watch is too strong, and the mental interference that it naturally emits has made me sink in." The chief patted his head, his mental resistance is not Kemongau, and his mind is slightly lost.
　　 "Director, go outside, in case of an accident, it may affect you." Kemeng persuaded.
　　 The director wanted to stay and watch the battle, and tried his best to persuade Kemeng, but Kemeng refused to agree and asked Shirley to come over and drive people.
　　 "Director, remember to arrange for someone to take a camera observation 100 meters away from me."
　　 What else can the Director do, Shirley can only force her away.
　　 "Hundred meters, right?" The director's voice came from outside the room.
　　 "Yes, one hundred meters." Kemeng shouted from the air, "Call me when you are ready, and I will push the door."
"Row!"
　　 After waiting for five minutes, the director called, "Observation equipment is in place."
　　 "Received." Kemon hung up.
　　 The gate of the community is lined with long guns and short cannons, all of which the investigators took out from the storage and props. By the way, the investigators around were mobilized to participate in the observation.
　　In the house.
　　 only Kemeng himself, as well as glutinous rice and Shirley are left in it.
　　 Tangyuan is on the left, Shirley is on the right, Kemon stands in front of the door, holding the doorknob with his left hand and the stopwatch button with his right.
　　 After a thought, my spirituality was inspired by Kemeng's will, and it gathered towards the left hand.
　　 Change the direction of the door and open from outside to inside.
　　 When the hand of spirituality is condensed, one's own spirituality once again sends out a strong warning, once the door is opened, one will encounter a powerful trap.
　　 What is the trap?
　　 Kemeng’s mind flashed in his mind~EbookFREE.me~ Pushing hard with his left hand, opened a gap, and light poured from the door.
　　 The sense of crisis warning suddenly rises to the extreme.
　　 That is not a death crisis, but a containment crisis!
　　 Kemeng has a strong feeling that his body has been locked by the thing behind the door, whether it is running into the void or running to the end of the world, it can catch itself.
　　 This is a space-based containment object!
　　 Also at this moment, Kemeng's finger completely pressed the stopwatch.
　　 Time stopped in an instant, there was no sound in everything, and there was no dynamic picture.
　　 Outside the door, the Secretary pacing left and right was worried, but he stopped when his right foot was halfway up in the air, and his eyelids were half-blinked, his eyes were frozen, without any movement.
　　 Outside the old community, the investigators patrolling the ground also stood still, like petrified sculptures.
　　 But outside the community, at the boundary one hundred meters away from Kemeng, time is still flowing, and air is still flowing.
　　 Flying insects flew from the time flow zone into the time stagnation zone, and the vibrating wings suddenly stopped at the boundary line, violating the laws of physics.
　　 This community has been designated as a severely controlled zone. There are no rushing cars and people entering here, so no ordinary people know that time here has stalled.
　　
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