Chapter 96: 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, and looked at 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.
　　 Buzzing, 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 between drone reconnaissance and took the honey juice out.
　　 Luo Yuan saw a pot of thick dark brown liquid, which gave people a fascinating feeling.
　　 "This is...honey juice?" Cheng Le said with a weird face when he saw this weird thing.
　　Doctor Liang saw honey juice for the first time, and as expected, the water was full of fascination.
　　 The rattan baskets soaked in honey give people a watery feeling, quite fascinating.
　　 Kemeng borrowed a pistol from the soldier, then took a pair of strange chopsticks from the scarf.
　　 The chopsticks themselves are stained with honey juice. The back half of the chopsticks are normal wooden chopsticks, while the front half gives a feeling of flame burning, but the chopsticks did not catch fire.
The soldiers on the side of 　　 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 gun head.
　　 After soaking the tip of the gun, the tip 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 product of steel. 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 filled 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 a wooden product and has no deterrent effect at all.
　　 But visually, it still looks like steel.
　　 This kind of contradictory fascinating feeling keeps impacting in my mind, telling myself that it is made of wood, but Kemeng knew in his heart that it was definitely not made of wood.
　　 This time, he took the wooden pistol across the boundary again, without any sense of obstruction, and easily penetrated the boundary.
　　 "Success, as long as it is covered with honey, it is a special item." Kemon took the pistol back and handed it to the soldier. The soldier waved his hand to Kemon.
　　 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 the 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 to the front to take pictures, while 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, he finally found a window with no curtains tightened, and shot inside.
　　 No one is 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 lens 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. Out of the bomb installation point.
　　 The manipulator hummed, took out the door-breaking bomb, and installed it at a specific blasting point, which can minimize internal losses.
The 　　 reconnaissance vehicle climbed down the stairs and immediately blasted remotely after reaching a safe position.
boom!
　　 The reconnaissance vehicle heard the blasting sound and drove up to the sixth floor immediately. It saw an opening in the iron gate, and metal lumps scattered on the stairs.
　　 An ethereal cloud of white smoke was suspended at the door, and 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 lens, 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 the feeling.
　　 Kemeng emptied his brain and tried to feel.
　　 One minute later, a certain figure disappeared very quickly.
　　 Something must have happened in this, 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 UAV 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 when 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, the smell of printing became stronger, as if a bunch of brand-new printing paper was slamming into his nose for fear that he could not smell it.
　　 Smelling this rich smell, Kemeng suddenly thought-as if to cover up something?
　　 Is it 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 to snap 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~EbookFREE.me~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 stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Wait a second, I will feel it. If you don't feel it, move."
　　 walked to the printer and listened to the rumbling printing sound, Kemun touched the printer on the spot, closed his eyes and quietly felt 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, and 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 a wrong warning, so he stayed vigilant for stability.
One minute later, the printer was lifted by several big men. 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 to pick up the paper Row.
　　 The moment the printer came out, the sense of isolation brought by the library itself suddenly disappeared.
　　 Soldiers can walk freely and enter the library.
　　 The intercom of the special forces buzzed, and all the staff moved into the library.