The strange nature of the pencil scratch the bureau is unclear to the bureau, and this thing seems to have the potential to rise.

"Do you want to test it again, is there an end to its strength rise?" The staff asked.

The limit of the item is the daily test of the testers, but due to the high limit of certain items, it takes a long time to brush.

Drawing a pencil can increase the power of each stroke, and one can't help but think, if there is no limit, let that person keep drawing, how much strength will increase?

"I don't agree, I can't do uncontrollable tests." Director Lei refused on the spot, focusing on stability.

This item is not stable enough, and no matter how high the ceiling is, it is not favored.

Kemon did not object, even if unstable items have the potential to rise, it is not good, and human lives are at stake.

Unless, the person participating in the comparison is very rational and able to resist the confusion in his heart.

Kemeng was a good candidate for testing, so his heart moved, he looked at Director Lei and said, "I'll try it." ”

Director Lei showed hesitation on his face, if others dared to say this, then he must have slapped him and wanted to die? No way!

But Kemon is different, Kemon's rationality is the strongest among the human beings he has ever seen, and no human being is firmer than Kemon's rationality, as if the rational thinking of the whole person has been fixed and will not be shaken by the soul of external objects.

"Are you sure?" Director Lei thought twice and said worriedly.

Seeing the meaning of Director Lei's inquiry, Kemeng knew that Director Lei's heart had loosened, and then he came down to talk about Ke's grasp in his heart, and quickly persuaded Director Lei.

Kemeng sat on the table, thought for a while, and asked the bald tangyuan to sit opposite.

The bald rice balls stuck out their big tongues, with an innocent face, and thought that Kemeng had something good to call it.

"Sit here, wait for me to beat you, don't fight back, understand?" Kemeng patted the dog's head on the dumplings.

Tang Yuan nodded, and then became confused again, always feeling that the master had started to work again.

Every time he saw his master show such an expression, Tang Yuan recalled the old days.

A bad premonition quietly came.

At this moment, Kemon picked up the pencil, and a restlessness of writing rose.

Kemon did not restrain himself and wrote directly under the pen.

At the moment of writing, countless pictures and sounds rush into my mind, causing my brain to fall into a state of momentary crash.

The resistance force kicks in, and Kemon returns to consciousness.

But at the same time, those noisy sounds, cluttered pictures were swept away one after another, leaving nothing.

In the eyes of the outside world, Kemeng suddenly became indescribable, obviously it was still the same face, but with the naked eye, he instinctively felt that he couldn't see clearly, as if an unknown existence was sitting there, not belonging to this time period, nor to this world.

But a second later, the indescribable feeling on Kemon's body disappeared again, Kemeng was still the same Kemon, and what he had just seen and heard seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, which was extremely unreal.

"What just happened?" Several testers who calmed down were originally still in a state of influence from the rational transcript, but after seeing the indescribable effect on Kemeng's body, it was a bit broken, and it was difficult to maintain a calm state.

"The effect is more shocking than that of the tester, does it have different amplification effects in the hands of different people?" Director Lei is highly spiritual, has deeper feelings, and understands more than any tester.

With the same indescribable temperament, the increase effect on Kemeng's body is even higher, why is this, Director Lei fell into deep thought.

At this time, Kemeng put down his pen, "What about the video, let me see it." ”

The staff immediately called up the video they had just recorded and projected it onto the big screen.

Kemon saw that he had just put down his pen in the video, and a strange feeling welled up.

It seems that the face is not that face, but it is not clear what the specific face is.

This is indescribable, indescribable.

What the eyes see is not the same as what the spirit perceives, and it is strange that the investigators are divided between their vision and senses.

At the same time, the higher the spirituality, the greater the sense of division.

What Director Lei saw was a mass of indescribable and disgusting things.

He couldn't tell exactly what it looked like, but he was sure it wasn't human.

When others use pencils, the temperament on their bodies is also very strange, but Kemon's side is more serious.

"It's okay." Director Lei saw that Kemeng was sitting in his seat watching the video like no one else, but he couldn't help but ask.

"It's fine." Kemon shook his head.

Watching the video feels quite scary, after all, it's yourself watching yourself, and that kind of 100% strangeness is not something that anyone can look like usual when they watch it.

"One more time, you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine." Kemon said, and sat back in his seat, just written on paper.

"Huh......" Kemeng looked at the paper on the table, it was his own handwriting.

In a chaotic subconscious state, Kermon only had time to write half a symbol before he woke up.

But Kemon looked at the unfinished font and vaguely felt familiar.

First of all, it's a different language, yes, but Kemon can't remember what it is.

In addition, the font itself has not been written, so it is even more difficult to recall.

"Are you sure?" Director Lei asked again, feeling that the pencil was especially aimed at Kemon.

"Trust me." Kemon said confidently.

The impact just now was instantly cracked by the resistance force, without any stagnation, which proved that Kemeng could resist for a long time.

You must know that Kemeng's current resistance points are already more than 4,000, and he is about to run for 5,000.

The higher the resistance point, the more fleshy it is, and Kemon has nothing to fear.

It always feels too stupid to be safe for so long, and to retreat at the slightest risk, and Kemon doesn't want to do that.

If you don't try, how do you know if you can do it?

Kemon holds the pencil and writes on the paper.

This time, Kemeng deliberately controlled the mobilization of his own resistance power, not so violent, and not rushing up, but must be slowly washed and gently flowed like a stream.

Kemon's idea was wonderful, but the side effect attached to the pencil was like Schrödinger's cat, which failed as soon as it was seen.

"What's going on?"

Kemon withdrew from the unspeakable state again.

This state is very strange, and Kemon is only using a little resistance to keep himself conscious.

But as long as there is a little bit of sobriety, that strange state is gone, and it disappears.

Kemon tested it several times in a row, and gradually understood.

The negative effects of pencil drawing are aimed at the conscious and chaotic consciousness.

As long as the consciousness is clear, it is impossible to fall into the chaotic consciousness.

Kemeng summed himself up and looked at Director Lei stupidly.

"Are you sure this theory is correct?" Director Lei is full of question marks, chaotic consciousness and sober consciousness, consciousness is divided into two types?

"It's not clear about the specifics, it's a bit mysterious." Kemeng shook his head, this kind of thing can only convince himself, if he wants to convince others, he has to analyze and summarize in depth.