When I looked down, I saw a stranger lying on the ground, his arms and legs unbanded, and his torso unbandaged.

He was lying on his side in front of the door, and if he didn't take a step forward, he wouldn't have kicked him.

Looking at him, the resistance power of Kemeng's body surged, as if he remembered something.

"What are you looking at?" Shi Lao dragged Kemeng's hand and dragged him back.

The foot left the bandage man, but the man did not disappear, and Kermon remembered something.

Memories slowly come flooding up.

Remembered, Kermon remembered.

"It's Shi Jun, hurry, he's in danger."

……

The bandaged man opened his eyes, coughed, and slowly got up.

A group of people around rushed up and asked with concern, "Is Shi Jun okay?" ”

"What's on the other side of the door, I see your jade pendant broken."

However, the bandage man looked at everyone with a confused face: "Who are you?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was suffocated, and no one spoke.

His body is not in serious trouble, it is better to say that he is healthier than before.

It's just that this opening sentence scared everyone.

Amnesia?

Kemon couldn't think of this term coldly.

The atmosphere of the cold field lasted for a full ten seconds.

The bandage man had amnesia, but the basic language function was still there, he stood up straight, looked around, and seemed to be looking for someone he knew: "Who are you and why don't you speak?" ”

However, none of them were people he knew.

"You guys, you guys won't want to kidnap me, will you?" The bandage man frowned, but then he shook his head again, "No, no, you're not kidnappers. ”

Kemon sighed.

Ten seconds, spirituality is enough to feel the mental state of the bandage man.

Shi Jun's mental state was very stable, even terrifyingly stable, without the slightest abnormal fluctuation.

Moreover, the bandage man's spiritual perception also maintained an extremely high level, and it seemed that it was not damaged.

How does spirituality feel?

It's like connecting hearts, saying he's tall, that's high, and Kemon feels like that.

"I'm going to call the police, don't block me!" The bandage man shouted, trying to push the crowd out of the way.

"You can go, but there is something from my bureau, so I can't get it back until you recover your memory."

The man on fire said, his hands were quick, and he pinched a bracelet on the bandaged man's body, which was a storage prop.

"Why, it's mine!" Bandaged man grabs the bracelet.

However, the man who is on fire won't let the other party take it, and the zero-level items are still inside.

No zero-level item can be placed on an amnesiac person.

In the event that the first class is exposed abroad, no one in the Investigation Bureau can afford to take this responsibility.

The other investigators also knew the seriousness of the incident, and the zero-level items could not be lost, so they immediately took out special items, showed their might, and took away the bracelet.

"Everyone is watching here, this item is placed here, I won't take any of the things inside, and I'll wait for the General Administration to send someone to get it back." The man on fire said.

He knows the horror of zero-level items, and once they are taken out, everyone will become people with zero sense of existence.

If there is amnesia, no one will remember them.

Everyone has no bandages, and it is impossible to be kicked by Kemeng like the bandage man, and he will be discovered.

"We can't touch the things in here, once we see the appearance, we will all disappear, no matter how many people kill thousands of people, no matter who kicks everyone, no one will know about our existence."

The man on fire once again told the bandage man about the dangers of the storage prop, which is a super bomb.

The Burning Man didn't want to touch the bracelet at all, but as an S-Class member, he had to take responsibility for not letting the contents of it leak out.

"Yes!" The crowd responded.

The bandage man didn't answer, and shouted there, "That's my stuff, give it back to me." ”

Shi Jun has a feeling that there are very important things in it, which cannot be known to others, nor can they be taken out.

Although the man on fire understood the danger of the bracelet, Shi Jun felt that such a thing was too dangerous to let them be in danger.

"You go back to the Koi General Bureau to rest, we won't abandon you until you regain your memory." Shi Lao sighed.

He was heartbroken by the loss of a general.

Fortunately, it is not that the root of life is lost, and there is still a chance to save.

The bandage man doesn't understand and is still fighting.

Kemon struck the bandaged man with a knife and knocked him unconscious.

"I recommend giving the Dream Pillow a treat." Kemon didn't think of a good idea for the time being.

"Hmm."

Everyone waited on the spot, and the man on fire contacted the General Bureau directly, while Kemon turned to look at the door again.

The silver door finally ceased to loom over, and it stood there with great clarity, exuding a heavy aura that beckoned Kemon to open it.

In the back of his heart, a voice drove him.

There are countless knowledge hidden in it, the knowledge of evil gods, the knowledge of games, the knowledge of Orange Star's technology, the knowledge of special items, endless, as long as he wants to know, push open the door, and he can learn.

Kemon did not believe it and rejected the absurd request made in his heart.

He knew that it was the temptation of the door, and he could not believe it.

"This door will not be opened for the time being." Kemeng's heart was awe-inspiring, and after thinking twice, he broke the thought of opening the door.

When the bandage man opened the door, he carried several items that increased mental resistance.

But the object department was shattered, and the bandage man ended up with amnesia, and if he hadn't been kicked by Kemon, he might have been lying there for a long time.

Kemon was withdrawn, and the door was retrieved by investigators.

On the side of the General Bureau, knowing that the bandage man had amnesia, he immediately designated the fire man, Shi Lao and another S-level boss, and the bandaged man returned to the General Bureau with his storage props.

The General Administration does not send people, because there are already many S-class members around Kemon, and the General Administration believes that they can bring things and people back.

The silver "door" was directly sealed by the Investigation Bureau, ready to be brought back to the General Bureau for further research.

Kemon finished his work and went home to rest.

Before going to bed, Kemon took out a small notebook and made a memo.

He had never experienced amnesia from anyone around him, and today was the first time, but it left a very deep impression on him.

Gotta take note of something and leave a mark on them.

"This book,Can you resist that kind of power?" Kemon touched his notebook, stunned.

This notebook exudes an aura of terror, as if every word in it is a terrifying magic spell that has the power to destroy the Blue Star.

However, its mysterious aura comes from something called "honey".

Kemon's honey still has a lot of stock, and it hasn't been used lately, so it's put in a storage scarf and pressed to the bottom of the box.

Rustle.

Kemon recorded a few lines.

"There is a mysterious organization behind the door, tentatively called the door organization, which seems to have something to do with knowledge."

Kemon thought of the script in the tragic script, which was a reference to Mrs. Chen's youth.

The man who is not afraid of interrogation seems to be very scared when he encounters the script of the sea of questions.

Now that man is still being temporarily detained by Kemon, the Investigation Bureau believes Kemeng's character, and asks him to use the temporary tube to prohibit the movement of the wine jar and seal the man.

Kemon has a shadow catcher, and is indeed the best choice to guard the shadow creatures.

Kemon now thinks of the reference object of the script of the title, and vaguely feels that the two may be connected.