This special item recorder is different from the old tape recorder in that it randomly adds a few things to the audio file.

Before recording, the staff has transferred the previous audio files in the voice recorder to the mobile hard disk for safekeeping, ensuring that there will be no previous audio files in it.

Kemon's fingers touched the recorder lightly, and with just a slight touch, that wonderful feeling came over him.

This recorder seems to have an ominous aura that makes people feel slightly uneasy.

Even Kimon was upset, which didn't seem to bode well.

It didn't have this ominous aura when it wasn't recording before.

"You guys go out for a while, this one needs to be reassessed." Kemon waved his hand and chased away the less experienced staff.

To fight against hidden information, you need a special person, such as the bandage man, who is not only a high-level gnostic, but also has much more hidden information than ordinary people, and is resistant to this kind of thing.

The two accompanying staff members were originally miscellaneous, and the two looked at each other, helpless, until the order from their superiors came from the headphones, and they nodded and exited the door.

After a while, the bandage man, Director Wu, and Director Lei entered the room at the same time.

The three of them had slightly serious expressions, as if they realized that something was not going well, and that the recorder might have recorded a dangerous personal affair that had not been recorded in 10,000 and 100 times.

"Well, you guys can feel it too." Kemon pushed the pen out, he hadn't played the recording yet, so that everyone could get a new idea of it.

The bandage man held the recorder first, looked at the dim white aperture, and frowned secretly.

Director Wu and Director Lei on the side took out the spirit fruit and slowly gnawed it one bite at a time.

Now there are a lot of psychic fruits in the bureau, and many people have broken through the original full psychic value because of this, and they can hear a lot of hidden information.

But on the other hand, the more you know, the more risks you have, and unless you have a rational object, it is difficult to keep your heart.

Director Wu and Director Lei were both ready, and their hearts were eager to try something, wanting to feel something from it.

Kemeng himself was in charge, and if there was danger, he would definitely not let them listen, and since he chose to let them feel it too, the extra recorded things in the recorder should be within their acceptability.

A minute later, the bandage man handed the recorder to Director Wu and asked him to feel it too.

Then the bandage man and Kemeng communicated, "This thing, it seems to be recording very dangerous information, it doesn't feel simple, it involves evil special items." ”

"There is no such probability in the first 10,000 and 1 times, this is considered a lottery."

The two chatted casually, and two minutes later, Director Wu and Director Lei completed the pen touch test respectively, and both felt a strong tendency to malice from the recorder.

"I think of the word claustrophobia." Director Wu judged through his own experience.

"I didn't think of anything, I just thought it was a bloody secret." Director Lei shook his head.

"Prepare the rational special items, I'm going to go." Kemon pressed the recorder and prepared to turn on the play button.

The impression that this recorder gives to Kemon is not something very strong, so it should be fine.

The bandage man took out the rational transcript from the storage prop, which is the most commonly used rational prop in the bureau at present, and it is durable.

Kemon clicked the play button, and the voice recorder's breathing light circle changed from white to green.

There was a moment of silence, and the voice recorder sounded the screams of the patients.

By this point, it was all normal, and there was no abnormality.

In the tenth second, which was supposed to be aborted, the recorder's green breathing light did not end, and the sound turned to a rustling electric sound.

This is the basic daily operation of the recorder, starting with a rustling current sound, and after a few seconds, it will play some people's troubles.

These things may be yellow jokes, or they may be other secrets, such as the secret of arms resale.

"Rustle—"

The rustling of electricity echoed through the room, as if someone was hearing a roar.

In the next second, the current sound died down, and the sound of the machine starting came from the recorder, buzzing in the ears of the four.

"This is ......" The bandaged man had a vague feeling, a very familiar voice.

"Elevator?" Kemon was the first to speak his inner inspiration.

Kemeng pointed out the word elevator, and everyone felt something and nodded.

"It's the sound of the elevator!"

With the clink of the recorder, the sound of the elevator door opening sounded, followed by the sound of footsteps, as if entering the elevator.

A hoarse man cursed incessantly.

Another person in the elevator was breathing heavily, and the more he breathed, the heavier he became.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

The sound of the other party's heavy breathing also affected Director Lei, Director Wu, the bandage man and others present, and they felt that their breathing had also become students, and their shoulders seemed to be pressed by a big mountain, and they couldn't raise their heads.

What kind of pressure is this?

Unknown, confused, and at the same time full of illusory, making it difficult to resist because the other party is stronger.

In the air, there was an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere.

Director Lei rolled his throat and scratched his arm with his hand.

Director Wu's brows were furrowed, and his expression was unnatural.

The bandaged man had a bandaged face and couldn't see his expression.

In the recorder, after the hoarse man finished scolding, he said with an order to give an ultimatum:

"Ninety-seventh door."

"Atonement!"

With a ding, there was a crisp sound from the voice recorder similar to the rebound of a key on the ground.

Another man made a frightened voice:

"Yes, Lord of the Golden Gate."

Da-da-da.

The man left, and the elevator door slowly closed.

Ding.

The elevator doors closed completely and began to sink.

Everyone listened to the sound of the elevator sinking, and they also felt that the soles of their feet were floating, and they experienced overweight and weightlessness.

The man in the elevator sobbed and muttered to himself like a demon:

"Can't go, can't go, can't go......"

Listening to this muttering, everyone felt that his emotions seemed to shift from fear to resistance.

The sound of picking up the key is clearly audible in the recorder, followed by another clatter of the elevator door.

The elevator doors rumbled open.

When everyone still wanted to know what the next sound would be, the room was silent for a long time, as if pressing the mute button.

The breathing light of the voice recorder turns from green to white and turns back to standby.

The oppressive atmosphere disappeared, as if what had just been heard was just an auditory hallucination that had never happened.

After listening to this, Director Lei subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, obviously feeling not very heavy mental interference, how could he feel like he had run a few laps of the track and field.

Director Wu also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it was strange to say, it was obviously not terrifying, but when he listened to it, he was panicked, and it felt unusual, but there was a feeling that he couldn't explain it, he was not afraid to his heart, and he didn't have anti-human thoughts.

He frowned and said, "This, it doesn't seem scary. ”

Secretly existing information often makes my head split, and I want to stuff my brain with all kinds of anti-human social knowledge.

"After all, its function is just to record someone's troubles, don't be too embarrassed by the voice recorder." The bandage man gave Director Wu a blank look.

"I'm just a little regretful, I thought it was a secret information, and I looked forward to it in vain, haha." Director Wu said with a dry smile, his identity is naturally not as high as that of an S-level boss, so he can only laugh.

Kemon propped his elbows on the table, put his hands together on his chin, made a contemplative look, and analyzed:

"Secretive existence doesn't necessarily mean that you are in a state of terror all the time."