This indescribable food makes even Kimon feel disgusted when he sees it, let alone a wise tape recorder.

The tape recorder sat in the pot for nearly half an hour and hung for a long time, allowing it to reflect on what it means to respect one's parents.

During this half hour, the black pot lid was set aside, so that the greedy tape recorder would not be judged by the black pot as a ingredient for reprocessing.

Half an hour later, Kermon came back to look at it, and the tape recorder begged for mercy as soon as they met, and it didn't look like it could withstand the torture of the nauseal force.

It can be seen that the greed and gluttony in its heart are not as disgusting as the dark cooking pot.

Kemon put on his gloves and took out the tape recorder, then covered the dark cooking pot and put it in a storage scarf to store it.

When I get back and have time, I will feed it to the big-faced cat.

The big-faced cat won't be disgusted, and Kemon believes that it has completely stopped thinking, and no matter how disgusting it is, it can't get it back to thinking.

If the big-faced cat can regain its ability to think...... It felt like it was going to be quite an amazing event.

A lot of knowledge, it has the potential to bring a lot of ability.

Even if you don't have the ability to amplify, with that knowledge, it won't be useless.

When Kermon incarnates Cthulhu in his dreams, he can feel that he has an infinite amount of knowledge.

However, those knowledge with extraordinary powers will be very vague after waking up from a dream, and the synaesthesia technique will remain.

"Don't eat meat anymore?"

Kemon looked at the old tape recorder, its body emitting a foul smell that was the dark food that had been on its body.

"If you don't eat it, you won't eat it."

Under the shooting of the camera, the cowardice of the tape recorder is fully revealed.

Then send a tape recorder to release the inaudible frog chirping sound to a new round of patients, and it finally became peaceful, no longer shouting at willfulness, incarnated as a diligent 997 employee, not shouting tired in front of the boss for a moment, working hard and meticulously.

Looking at such an obedient tape recorder, the bandage man couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw it.

"What did you give that guy to eat, so addicted?" The bandage man had just woken up, unaware that Kemon had fed him unspeakable dark food.

"Just a dark dish, do you want to try it?"

"Ordinary dark cuisine doesn't have this effect...... Oh I remember, that pot. The bandage man's mind popped up with Kemon's archives, the new pot.

Kemon's items are growing so fast that a person's number of holdings has become double digits.

The bandage man dares to pack a ticket, and Kemeng will soon break through the hundreds.

"That pot, I haven't seen the real thing yet, show me." The bandage man saw that the disobedient tape recorders were all adjusted so obediently, and his heart moved, wanting to see the real thing.

Just watching the video, the human senses must not be as impactful as watching the real thing on the spot.

Kemon fulfilled the wishes of the bandaged male captain and slapped the black cauldron out of the storage scarf.

The food in the pot hasn't been processed yet, just in time for the bandage man to see what real dark cuisine is.

The bandage man didn't lift the pot, he could already smell the aroma of pork, there was the aroma of roasted meat, boiled meat, stewed meat, and all kinds of fragrances penetrated into his nostrils, making him confused.

This thing seems to have something.

The scent, if nothing else, had already made him have a strong appetite.

But the bandage man had seen Kemon's video and knew that it was a delusion, and that it was a false signal from the brain, convincing himself that it was really fragrant, when in fact it really stinks.

Before boiling the pot, the bandaged man covered his mouth and nose and slowly uncovered the black pot.

The soaring black gas gushed up, and the indescribable mosaic-like object writhed in the pot, as if to say: Come on, be happy, there is a lot of time anyway......

The bandage man subconsciously took a step back, but his firm will made him stand back, and forced himself to lower his head and close the dark cuisine.

The mosaic on the dark cuisine is too blurry, and the bandage man thought about it when he watched the video before, whether it was the dark cuisine itself that had a blurring effect on the shooting equipment.

Now that I have pulled it closer with the naked eye, this vague feeling has not disappeared.

The closer you get closer, the mosaic shrinks in proportion to the level, so that the mosaic in the perspective of the eye is always in a low-density blurred form.

"There is no concrete form." The bandage man closed the lid back and realized.

This thing is really indescribable.

Even if you pull your eyes to a millimeter and look directly at that disgusting mass, it won't change its character.

Kemon tucked it back into his scarf, "That's right, Froghead's business. ”

"We will update the second edition of the instructions to the outside world, and open the conservative treatment plan to the outside world for a certain period of time." The bandage man knew what Kemon was trying to say.

There are patients in Koi Island, and there are also frog-headed patients abroad.

If those frog-headed patients do not return to humans, over time, there will be outliers among the human community.

There is a saying in Koi Island, non-my race will have different hearts, this sentence may not be a 100% accurate creed, but it is applicable in most cases, the bandage man is afraid of these people who have no different hearts in their hearts, but their appearance is already different.

I haven't changed my mind now, but after living for a long time, I will eventually be unbalanced.

Once the mind is unbalanced, all kinds of small contradictions slowly accumulate, until one day, bang, a volcano composed of contradictions erupts.

"Well, I'm sorry for you."

Now that there is a diligent 997 tape recorder to accomplish this mission, Kemon naturally has a more liberal mentality.

With nothing to do, Kemon edited in the bureau's computer room, cut it and posted it on the Internet, and by the way, he received the evaluation task of the video, and the evaluation object was the greedy tape recorder.

The evaluation requirements of the system are relatively simple, and there is no need to be particularly professional, as long as there is the correct evaluation content, and the functions of the special items are concealed by the UP owner himself.

Kemon's round of video can be treated by hiding the files recorded by the tape recorder, this matter cannot be made public casually, now only the tape recorder and Kemeng can save people, and the treatment efficiency is too low.

And the people in the bureau have tried it, the old tape recorder has a memory card, and once the audio file in it is transferred out, the frog sound effect will be invalid.

So the old tape recorder is unique and cannot be copied.

The voice recorder can also transfer files, but the audio file also appears, and once it is transferred or processed, the frog effect will disappear.

Based on this situation, Kemon deduced that transfer or processing would make the original audio no longer original, it would no longer be the original sound file, and therefore would not have that power.

Noon on the same day.

The Bureau of Investigation released a version 2.0 announcement.

"Significant progress!"

"The Bureau of Investigation has worked out a shortening of the treatment plan for frogheads, and there is no longer a need for 10 years of confinement."

"As long as you are locked down and isolated for eight years, you can be treated and discharged."

The time has been shortened by two years, and the unwitting people of Koi Island are shouting, but foreign netizens feel that the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau is telling jokes.

What ten years and eight years, it's all trust, I can't believe a word, the bad old man is very bad!