"How did you catch a brick phone this time, and how did that hook catch it?" Team Luo was puzzled, the fishing line flew too fast just now, and he threw the phone into the sky with a bang, and took off the spoon in an instant, and he didn't see clearly how the hook spooned the phone.

"You can take a lookback of the files from the speed camera." Kemon took out the temporary house, threw the money on the spot, and then asked Shirley to bring the brick mobile phone into the temporary house, Kemon entered the house, closed the door and immediately moved out the big-faced cat.

Team Luo couldn't enter the temporary house to see the big-faced cat outside, so he could only call the technician and adjust the documents, he wanted to study the fishing rod.

Now the rod is on the ground, but no one can pick it up, only the Adept can pick it up.

With a pumpkin head on top and tears in her eyes, the ghost cat Tang Dome walked straight through the makeshift house, into the house, and out again, as if testing the closed nature of the makeshift house.

Kemeng was distracted by the glutinous rice balls that were worn around, and he couldn't watch the whole time for fifteen seconds.

"You get out." Kemon said sternly.

"Meow meow!" Tang Yuan made a cat meow, very aggrieved, and at the same time, more tears welled up from the black hole's eyes.

Tang Yuan flicked the cat's tail and left the temporary house with his tail through the wall.

Kemon turned his head to stare into the eyes of the big-faced cat, and fifteen seconds later, he officially got the information of the brick's mobile phone.

"Sand Sculpture Netizen Intercom"

"Function: You can communicate with a sand sculpture netizen without the need for an Internet connection."

"The phone can only be used for calls and chats, and has no other functions."

"Requires recharging."

This thing is a small device, with no special side effects, and belongs to the category of those sixth-level things.

"Sand sculpture netizen intercom, this thing is very suitable for white sugar." Kemon muttered.

Thinking about it, Kemon slapped the white sugar from the storage scarf.

White sugar is covered in white hair, and her body is not tall, and she tightens her feathers as soon as she appears on the stage, looking like she is ready to fight.

White Sugar's big black eyes turned around, and when it saw Kemon looking at it, it immediately shrunk its neck and trembled.

I always felt that the master's gaze was not good, and the spirituality of the white sugar sent out a dangerous word, and the sand shook out of the cracks in the feathers.

Kemeng saw the scared look of the white sugar, and said helplessly: "This is a sand sculpture netizen intercom, for you." ”

I haven't seen the "sand sculpture language" of white sugar play an obvious role, maybe I can see the role of sand sculpture language this time.

Bai Sucrose was stunned for a second when he heard the words of sand sculpture netizens.

"Whoa." Kemon couldn't help but say, and shoehorned the brick-sized phone into it.

What else can you do with white sugar, you can only hard-connect.

The sand sculpture netizen intercom is cold in hand, and the mobile phone has not been turned on yet, but Bai Sucrose feels that it is not simple, and there may be a terrifying creature hidden in it.

Stare at.

The gaze of the evil god has not been interrupted, and Bai Sucrose did not dare to resist the will of the evil god, so he could only press the power button.

I pressed the power button of the phone, but there was no response, and the white sugar thought it was broken, and I was happy.

It's so good that I can't even turn on the machine.

"It's out of power, you have to recharge." Kemon opened the door of the temporary house and shouted to the technician, "Is there a power bank?" ”

"Yes!"

"Well, it's also troublesome to get a charging cable." Kemon, Shirley, and White Sugar walked out of the makeshift house, and Kemon turned around to put it away.

The technician brought a power bank and wires, and brought pliers with them.

The charging port of this brick mobile phone is not the mainstream charging port, and a technician needs to pull out the head of the charging head, and then use pliers to get the appropriate wire.

After a minute, the bricked phone was successfully charged.

White Sugar pressed the start button tremblingly, and the feathers on his body kept shaking off the sand.

The sand salt worm quickly crawled out to eat the sand and secreted white fine salt.

The technician was nervous when he saw that White Sugar was so nervous, and he became nervous too.

Is this thing going to explode?

The technician remembered the news that the mobile phone battery would expand and even explode when heated, and his soul trembled, and he hurriedly retreated, away from white sugar and others.

He knows that investigators are national security figures and are responsible for maintaining stability, but they are also the people who are most likely to come into contact with the source of danger.

White Sugar was even more frightened when he saw an unknown "evil god" slipping so far away, and he always felt that this thing was not as ordinary as Kemon said.

Drip.

The bricked phone lit up.

White Sugar craned its neck and didn't dare to look at it, but the evil god's eyes kept watching it, and it didn't dare not look at it, so it could only squint half-squint, looking at the screen of the brick phone with a faint gaze.

"Randomly select a sand sculpture netizen to ......"

The text of the brick phone is the text of another country, the font is very strange, it is a text similar to paw prints, Kemon can't read it, but Bai Sucrose can unexpectedly understand it.

"Whoa!" This is actually a sand sculpture clan!

Bai Susugar's eyes were no longer half-squinted, and his big eagle eyes were round, and there was light in his eyes, and he was attracted by the sand sculpture netizen interlocutor.

Kemeng's gaze also shifted from the white sugar to the brick mobile phone, the sand sculpture clan is the script of the white sugar family, but the white sugar clan does not usually use the sand sculpture script, and generally uses the sand sculpture clan language to dialogue.

"Strange, is it an exclusive item of the White Sugar Clan?" Kemon was aware of it, could it have the function of automatically changing words?

Kemeng stretched out his hand to touch the phone, and the screen of the mobile phone immediately changed to koi language, and Kemeng also understood the words that he couldn't understand.

"I see."

The sand sculpture interlocutor has the function of automatic language translation, which eliminates the problem of language barrier between the two sides of the dialogue.

At this time, the sand sculpture dialogue was randomly selected, and a netizen name "day and night" appeared.

"Hello." A female voice sounded over the interlocom, who didn't understand any language.

White Sugar snorted and greeted the girl.

The pronunciation of white sugar is not human, but the other party can understand it, and it is friendly to communicate with white sugar.

"What species are you, and why do you feel that your voice is a little strange?" The girl wondered.

White Sugar thought about it, and replied straight that he was a sand sculpture.

Kemon didn't touch the intercom with his hand at this time, and he couldn't understand what they were saying.

What White Sugar said, Kemeng understood, but he didn't understand the girl's voice.

Kemon reached out and touched the interlocutor and listened for a moment.

The content of the conversation between the two is not material, it is all meaningless small talk.

Kemeng didn't plan to go in, since there was no danger, let Bai Sugar talk.

At the end of the incident, the Autobots found their own place in society and were finally able to stand up and be a legitimate Autobot.

Even if it becomes a car, there is no need to worry about being inspected or something, there is an investigation bureau on it to protect them, and they will no longer be cowardly.

And the Investigation Bureau also got the social accounts of the Autobots, took over the control of the small group, and sent professional psychologists to the group every day, so that those Autobots in foreign countries would not notice anything.