In the dream world.

Kemon used the power of the evil god level to peek into the anomalies of those doors.

At a glance, Kermon saw that each door had a strange twist.

There is not only the distortion of time and space, but also the traces left by someone, which are the ties that others cannot break.

Kermon captures these connections and then gazes further, for a long time synaesthesia.

Only by peeking into who is behind the scenes, Kemon has a chance to turn defeat into victory in the real world, otherwise he will only be blindly led by the nose.

As the time of peeping grew, Kermon gradually understood the image of just five seconds.

This time, synaesthesia has a serious frosted texture, the field of vision is dim, and the synaesthesia conditions are not good.

Kemon saw a narrow passageway, like the aisle of a hotel, with hotel room doors on both sides.

In the center of the aisle, there is a strong man with broad shoulders, with his back to Kemon's perspective.

"Master, I've come back from atonement." Someone's frightened voice rang in his ears, but Kemon couldn't see where the man was, probably blocked by the back of the strong man in front of him.

"There's a new assignment for you."

Ahead, a man's calm voice was heard, and his voice was hoarse.

As he spoke, the person named the door master had an extra bottle in his hand, and a pure black crystal block was sealed in the transparent bottle.

The black crystal block was not a dead thing, but a living creature, and there were extremely small tentacles at the bottom of the crystal ore, slowly writhing, crawling around in the sealing bottle.

The aura emanating from the black crystal block instantly reminded Kemon of the ore disease in the real world.

"It's ...... Scourge Generator! The Atonement lost his voice, as if triggering some terrible memory, and from the change in his tone, Kemon could sense his fear.

Five seconds came to an abrupt halt.

Kemon also wanted to have synaesthesia again, but there was no more content, and once again, he could only see the same five-second picture.

After Kemeng had no new information, he looked at the thirty-two doors with the vision of an evil god, and analyzed the mysteries between the doors through the god-level knowledge in his mind.

Soon? Kemon cracks the mystery between the doors and the doors.

But here's the problem? Kemon was based on the knowledge of the evil god to crack it.

After going back, if it comes to the knowledge of evil gods? Again, these things will be forgotten.

Kemon tries to wake up on his own initiative? When I opened my eyes, I saw everyone with anxious faces.

"How's it going, Kemon?"

"Any clues?"

Kemon patted his head? Organize the knowledge in your head for a few seconds.

Kemon could vaguely feel that he knew who was behind it? Do you know the mystery of the thirty-two doors? But when he remembered the secret of the door, his mind was empty.

At this time, Kemon responded: "When I interrogated the members of the Frog Society before, there was an additional recording from the transcript? Find it out? I remember that the number of the voice recorder seems to be 6-4135. ”

There is a number, and the investigation bureau investigates it quickly.

After a while, the file of this pen was called up, and it is currently stored in Whale City, and the recording body file is still stored in the voice recorder? However, there is replicated data stored in the servers of Koi City.

"Bring up the copy data." Kemon connected to the Internet with his mobile phone and issued a command to the cyber beast.

In the capacity of these people? It's certainly not that easy to retrieve data.

Kemon's hidden authority is much higher than theirs, less than five seconds? The cyber beast has sent data to Kemon's phone.

Kemeng clicked the play button, and the phone immediately made a rustling electric sound? Like someone's roar.

The next second? The elevator roared.

Several investigators listening to the recording subconsciously grunted in their throats.

And then the recording file released the conversation between the Golden Gate Lord and the redeemer? Mixed with the information of the ninety-seventh door, the place of suspected atonement.

"You mean, the mastermind behind the scenes is the master of the door, but we don't know what the real name of the master of the Golden Gate is, have you seen the true face in your dreams?" Director Shi asked, with a vague sense of anticipation on his face.

"No, I only saw the back of the Golden Gate Lord." Kemon shook his head, sat on the sofa and calmly stated: "The redeemer has already exited the customs, it did not die in the land of atonement, and the master of the gate handed him a bottle when he left the customs, the bottle contains living black crystal ore, and the redeemer calls this thing a natural disaster generator." ”

"It is not difficult to speculate that the bizarre flood a few days ago was caused by a natural disaster generator, and I naturally don't need to say more about the ore disease, we need to find the natural disaster generator, or directly find the atonement."

Kemeng stood up, found a table, took out a blank paper and pencil, and sketched at lightning speed, restoring the bottle, the black crystal ore, and the back of the Golden Gate Lord, and the corridor scene.

With the sketch drawing, everyone also has a first impression of the back of the Golden Gate Lord.

The sketch was swept to the computer and sent to the bureau chiefs of various sub-bureaus, so that they could collect information, and then the Internet beast would compare the information to find out if the place where the Golden Gate Lord was located was the corridor of a certain hotel.

After Kemon uploaded the picture, he didn't pay too much attention to it, he had seen it many times in his dreams, and he couldn't synaesthesia more information, and now he could only deal with the matter at hand, such as curing the ore disease.

If it can't be cured now, try to slow down the spread as much as possible.

Kemon visited the medical department of the local branch to check on the treatment process for ore disease.

A professional in a white lab coat held a recording tool and showed Kemon the results of several hours of testing protocols.

The first option is laser cutting, the second is frozen fingers, and the third is electrotherapy......

All kinds of tests have been carried out once, and people have exhausted their wisdom to test all the directions that can be measured.

Even if Kemon personally participated, he couldn't do it so meticulously, which is the strength of the team.

"Which method is most effective?"

"We found that cutting off the damaged part and then using the spawned items to grow the cut meat back in a short period of time can perfectly cure ore disease." One of the investigators sighed, "It's just that there aren't many flesh-producing items like this, and the side effects are quite a headache." ”

"In other words, the treatment cannot be mass-produced, and the effective way is to cut off the diseased area directly." Kemon didn't look very good, and knew what the current predicament was, it was time.

"Did you disperse the crowd?" Kemeng turned his head and asked the sub-chief beside him.

"The local population has been dispersed, and if we can't grasp the cure in a day, we can only temporarily let the whole city move out for a while." The sub-chief scratched at his hair irritably, and he had no clue in the face of this unreasonable paranormal disease.

At this point, Kermon somewhat understood why the redeemer described the contents of the bottle as a scourge generator.

In the face of the ore disease that ignores the restrictions of physical isolation, human beings are too small, this is not a natural disaster, what can it be.