Kemon stopped pushing the door, and his spiritual warning disappeared immediately, as if there was no danger.

"Infinite Gate, another Infinite Gate, is the door of the Gate Organization endless?" The chief of the bureau showed a sad feeling, as if it was difficult to fight through the organization this time.

"There shouldn't be too many people in the Door Organization, and their development model is different from that of Shadow Stream." Kemon closed the doors one by one and stepped out of the hallway.

"Shadow Stream can be wildly possessed, and it doesn't matter if you develop offline members, it's better to say that their global plan of sacrifice requires the participation of many Shadow Stream members to complete." The director of the General Directorate analyzed.

"What about the door organizations, how do they develop offline members?"

The director sat on the couch and looked at the ceiling in silence.

"Knowledge, and it is the one who thirsts for knowledge that becomes a disciple." Sitting on the couch, Kemon spoke out how he felt.

The director changed his seat, "What about the people who thirst for power?" ”

"A person who desires both power and knowledge beyond human beings should be the kind of talent that the organization is looking for." Kemeng closed his eyes, wanted synaesthesia, but didn't know what synaesthesia was, and was very confused.

The answer to the infinite door of synaesthesia is only the answer of whether it is behind the door or the toilet door.

Even if you have synaesthesia in a dream, the answer is probably about the same.

Without actually opening the door to infinity, synaesthesia means cannot foresee what lies behind it.

"There's a guy waiting for me behind the door." Kemon said.

"So?"

"You said that the ice blood explosion plus the instantaneous energy pumping, can you kill it instantly?" Kemeng looked at his palm, the feeling of controlling the energy and lowering the temperature was really very powerful, and he was extremely intoxicated.

If it weren't for the strength of resistance, how would he dare to use his skills like this.

"No, what if its energy density is too great for you to withstand the reaction?" The Director shook his head.

"No, I can personally confirm how dense it really is?"

"How is it possible, once the door is opened, the person who is prepared first will definitely arrest you first...... Wait, do you have a solution? The director was startled, Kemon's words didn't seem like casual nonsense, and his sixth sense could clearly feel that Kemon's words were very confident.

Where does this confidence come from?

Is it from his invincible flesh?

No, no, it's definitely not this reason, the director denied it in his heart.

Then? When does the director still want to ask? Kemon had already been hypnotized to sleep.

Tangyuan rolled in, and it patrolled around here? Smell the owner's breath? Roll over.

Ten minutes later, Kermon woke up.

"What the hell is going on?" The director suspected that Kemon had just used dream synaesthesia to divinate the risks of the trip.

"Time props." Kemon doesn't want to say more? Avoid surprises.

"What?" The chief suspect that he is deaf, but look at Kemon's confident appearance? His expression shifted from bewilderment to surprise.

Time Props!

The weight of those four words is too great.

Isn't there no time prop in the Bureau of Investigation? But what can be used to fight is really invincible.

Especially in response to this kind of prepared trap, the Bureau of Investigation has no means of countermeasures for the time being.

Kemon walked over to the Infinity Gate and took a deep breath.

He just went into a dream? Synaesthesia with the Infinity Gate? He saw a person looming behind the Infinity Gate, but he couldn't see the true face behind it, and he didn't know what kind of trap the enemy had prepared for him.

You have to open the door with your own hands and see what's behind the door to further synaesthesia.

Kemon has a time prop and is able to pause the 100-meter area for three seconds.

These three seconds? It was enough for Kemon to decide the winner.

Kemon took out the fake time pocket watch from the storage scarf, just looking at the pocket watch? Can you feel time distorting, and you can't see where its hands are pointing? I don't know if its hands are turning.

The director on the side also set his eyes on the time pocket watch, and his eyes seemed to be controlled? I couldn't help but stare at the time watch.

Kemon turned his pocket watch to the other side? Don't let the director see the pointers? It was only then that the director regained consciousness.

"This watch is too strong, and the mental distractions that naturally emit can already trap me in." The director patted his head, his mental resistance was not as high as Kemeng, and his mind was slightly out of shape.

"Director, you go outside, in case of an accident, it may affect you." Kemon persuaded.

The director wanted to stay and watch the battle, and tried his best to persuade Kemon, but Kemeng refused to agree, and asked Shirley to come and drive people away.

"Director, remember to arrange for someone to conduct camera observation 100 meters away from me in a straight line."

What else can the director do, he can only be forcibly taken away by Shirley.

"100 meters, huh?" The director's voice was heard outside the house.

"Yes, 100 meters." "Call me when you're ready, and I'll start pushing the door." ”

"Okay!"

After waiting for five minutes, the director called, "The observation equipment is in place." ”

"Roger." Kermon hung up.

The door of the community, long guns and short cannons, are all things that the investigators took out from the storage props, and by the way, the surrounding investigators were mobilized to come over to participate in the observation.

Inside the house.

Only Kemon himself, as well as Tangyuan and Shirley, were left inside.

Tangyuan is on the left, Shirley is on the right, and Kemeng is standing in front of the door, holding the doorknob in his left hand and the stopwatch button in his right hand.

As soon as his mind moved, his own spirituality was inspired by Kemon's will and converged towards his left hand.

Change the direction of the door and open it from the outside to the inside.

When the spiritual hand is condensed, one's own spirituality once again sends a strong warning that once the door is opened, it will encounter a powerful trap.

What is the trap?

Kemon's mind flashed, and he pushed hard with his left hand, opening a gap, and light poured through the door.

The sense of crisis warning suddenly rose to the extreme.

It's not a death crisis, it's a containment crisis!

Kemon had a strong feeling that his body had been locked by something behind the door, whether it was running into the void or running to the ends of the earth, it could catch itself inside.

This is a space-type containment!

It was also at this moment that Kemon's fingers completely pressed the stopwatch.

Time stopped instantly, there was no sound or motion in anything.

Outside the door, the director who was pacing left and right was worried, but as soon as his right foot was halfway into the air, he paused, his eyelids blinked halfway, his eyes were frozen, and he didn't make any movement.

Outside the old neighborhood, the investigators patrolling the ground also stood still, like petrified sculptures.

But outside the community, a hundred meters away from Kemon, time is still flowing, and the air is still flowing.

The flying insect flies from the time flow zone into the time stagnation zone, and its vibrating wings come to an abrupt halt at the boundary line, violating the laws of physics.

The neighborhood has been zoned as a heavily restricted zone, and there are no cars and crowds of people entering the area, so no ordinary person knows that time has stood still here.