The second group of patients was sent to the Octopus City Investigation Bureau on the same day, along with two pieces of recording equipment.

These two special pieces of recording equipment, one is an old-fashioned tape recorder and the other is a voice recorder, one large and one small.

The bandage man patted the head of the old-fashioned tape recorder and smiled at Kemeng: "This is 6-0984 in Koi City, a tape recorder that eats meat, and after recording the voice, it needs to eat meat, and if it doesn't eat meat, it will cover the recorded voice." ”

When the bandage man shoots the tape recorder, the old-fashioned tape recorder is stationary.

Hearing this, Kemon took out a bag of small dried fish from his scarf, pulled out a small dried fish and handed it to the tape recorder

The old-fashioned tape recorder seemed to smell meat, and a black mouth suddenly cracked open on the surface of the machine, biting the small dried fish.

It even tried to bite Kemon's hand, but Kemon quickly retracted and it didn't.

The small dried fish entered the body of the tape recorder, and the machine closed its mouth and chewed it, and Kemon heard the sound of the dried fish being crushed by the chewer.

The machine without digestive organs digests small dried fish, which is obviously a different species, but at this moment there is no sense of disobedience.

"Magical reality cannot be viewed with common sense." Kemon commented in his heart.

Then Kemeng looked at the recorder, the bandage man had no impression of it, and finally Director Zhang jumped out and explained: "The number of this recorder is 6-4135, and it can be recorded as usual, but a random paragraph of other people's troubles will be added to the recording file afterwards." ”

Kemeng touched the voice recorder, the barrel was yellow, the tip of the pen was pointy, and there was a breathing ring setting that was on and off at the end.

When the aperture is red, it's recording.

White light is in standby mode, and green light is playing the sound recorded by the voice recorder.

"Increasing trouble? …… What if someone's affair is a state secret, but what if it is a secret of a terrorist organization? Kemon pinched the recorder, his face full of curiosity.

"This." Zhang Ju was speechless.

This item was not unearthed by him, and he doesn't know very well, only some information from the archives.

Both items are sixth-level things, and the level is not high.

High-grade recording-oriented items often have strong side effects, or have some kind of harsh conditions of use, and do not have the conditions for frequent use.

"There are recordings and tests of it in the archives, a total of 10,000 and 1 times, most of which are yellow paint troubles, family troubles, business matters, and some small fights." The chapter bureau is only a rough and cursory review.

According to the serial number given by the chapter bureau, Kemeng officially called up the recording of the voice recorder, which indeed had 10,000 and 1 recording tests, and each recording record was recorded.

These recordings cannot be listened to directly on mobile phones, but can only be accessed on the bureau's computers to prevent anyone from misusing them.

Kemon didn't have time to listen one by one, and looked directly at the statistical charts made by the testers, who classified every kind of trouble, that is, there were no state secrets, or secrets of terrorist organizations.

After a while, Kemon began shouting frogs to the second round of patients, and all patients and staff were asked to silence them.

The staff held a special recording device and put it in front of Kemeng's mouth, for fear that the recording equipment would not be able to record it.

Kemeng opened his mouth and mobilized the spirit in his body to form an inaudible sound, his throat moved, and the faces of all the patients changed for a moment.

After a few seconds, the staff saw Kermon shut his mouth, immediately turned off the recording button, and retreated to another room that was quite soundproof.

There were several patients inside, waiting for a recording test.

Normal people can't hear it, only the owner of the frog mutation gene can hear that sound, the tester waited for Kemon to be in place, put down two recording items, and let Kemeng operate it.

Still wearing that mask, Kemon swam his right hand between an old-fashioned tape recorder and a brand-new voice recorder.

Eventually, Kemon pressed the old-fashioned tape recorder, which was relatively stable and would not cause trouble.

The old-fashioned tape recorder opened its mouth to eat Kemon's hand, and Kemon patted it on the head and handed it a small dried fish with his backhand.

However, the greedy tape recorder is not satisfied, and wants to eat more, with its mouth wide open, thirsting for more meat.

"Meat, meat, I want meat...... "The old-fashioned tape recorder made a thirsty sound, as if it hadn't eaten meat in years, and the small dried fish couldn't satisfy its desire at all.

The staff immediately pushed a small cart, and ten pieces of pork were placed on the small cart.

"Meat!" The tape recorder seemed to smell meat, but it had no legs, it couldn't move, it could only howl vigorously, and it made a hoarse sound.

Several of the patients' faces changed when they saw the tape recorder talking.

The patients have seen the video released by the science popularization personnel of the Investigation Bureau, and there are indeed some special items in this world.

But they had lived for decades and had not seen those objects.

Now I see a tape recorder speak with my own eyes, and I feel scared.

That thing, why do you keep shouting meat and meat.

Is that little cart carrying human flesh?

The people from the Investigation Bureau said that they were involved in a conservative treatment, why were there only a few patients at the scene, and where did the other patients go?

The disadvantage of the number of people makes the patients think crankily, mortals are never calm in the face of extraordinary things, and there are not many people like Kemon who are born with big hearts.

Several patients sat in chairs, their lips white, nervous, and thirsty at the same time.

"Here you go, hurry up and eat, don't scream."

Seeing that the patient's expression was wrong, Kemon didn't bother to talk to the tape recorder, picked up the pork and stuffed it into the tape recorder's big black mouth.

The tape recorder chewed the pork one bite at a time, eating one piece after another, and when it had eaten ten pieces of pork, it still opened its mouth wide and made a meaty sound.

Kemon slapped the disobedient tape recorder with his hand, and the tape recorder was undaunted and continued to make fleshy sounds.

The staff pushed another cart over, and the tape recorder was finally satisfied, and there was a full burp sound.

The old-fashioned tape recorder closed its mouth and began to be silent.

Kemon sat in his seat, listening quietly with his ears, trying to hear his own frog sound on the radio.

The frog sound made by Kemeng is not the same as the sound made by the original sculpture, and the frog sound in the original sculpture is even worse, and it has evil thoughts that distort human values.

And the voice made by Kemeng has eliminated all distractions, leaving only the purest homologous suppression effect.

In the next moment, the screams of patients could be heard on the tape recorder.

As the voice of the tape recorder roared, several patients in front of them also shook their bodies and widened their eyes, as if they had heard something terrifying.

Then, Kemon felt a faint change in them.

It worked, and the old-fashioned tape recorder managed to record that sound.

Kemeng breathed a sigh of relief, the burden on his body could be lighter now, and he didn't have to croak every day.

"Transfer the patient away, and take care of hydration." Kemon said.

"Yes!"

Several staff members helped the people away, and the scene was quickly emptied, leaving only two staff members and Kemon.

Kemon looked at another recorder that flashed white, and was about to press the switch of the recorder when his fingers suddenly stopped on the pen.