The silver door exudes a sense of ambivalence, something outside is affecting it.

This results in a very strange visual picture.

The silver gate was half-hidden and half-visible in front of Kemon.

Sometimes Kemon remembers it, and sometimes he doesn't remember that there is a door in front of him, and he feels very confused.

Companions were also confused.

Once the door is gone, they forget about it.

Kemeng has a high spirituality, and after the number of times increases, he feels strange.

Pushing the door is a priority, though.

Kemon walked forward, about to walk to the silver door, and his palm was about to touch the silver door.

Fifty centimeters, forty centimeters, thirty centimeters.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted.

"There's something strange about this door, let's stand back and discuss it again." Shi Lao said.

Shi Lao's spirituality was high, and the side effects of using the Mother of Teleportation Stones were still working on him, and he seemed to feel a deeper message.

Kemeng and the others listened to Shi Laoyan, and retreated a hundred meters one after another, and then discussed the matter of pushing the door.

"Someone pushed through the door, I could feel it being pushed through, but I don't know why, the man seemed to be trying to hide the door and not want us to know." Shi Lao frowned and said how he felt.

In terms of spirituality, Shi Lao's spiritual activity is higher than that of Kemeng.

Kemon looked back at the other side, and it was empty, and he saw no door, only a wall that had smashed through a square hole.

After a few seconds, I saw the silver door on the wall again, and there was no sense of disobedience.

You don't remember who opened the door.

Who the hell is that person?

Kemon couldn't remember, he couldn't even think of it.

As if there was no such person in the world, "he" was just a fantasy of Kemon, a person who did not exist.

"The state of the door is very wrong, not so stable, I suggest asking the madman again, but that man is also going crazy, there is a big danger of going crazy, let's decide together." Shi Lao suggested.

In the Kemeng wine jar, the guy who sealed it was the owner of the door, and he knew everything about the door.

It's just that the other party's mental state is really confused, and once he goes crazy, he is very likely to become a super spiritual pollution source, and a few are also radiation city-level pollution sources.

Kemon had never felt this way dangerous, but it was a warning from his own spirit.

"Look at the state first, ask if you are stable, and don't ask if you are unstable." Everyone unanimously agreed to ask, but it also depends on the state, and if the state is not right, they don't ask, and they would rather drag it out than blow it up.

"How many meters are cleared here?" Kemon asked.

"At least a one-kilometer radius of clearance." Shi Lao said.

"It's not enough, plus a one-kilometer radius of the clearance." Kemon said.

"Okay."

The order was quickly issued for the nearby clearance personnel to clear the site quickly.

Kemon took out the forbidden to move the jar, which could seal small objects, theoretically stopping the opponent's time.

Kemeng is waiting for the scene to be cleared, in case the shadow has mental problems after coming out of the altar, there is also a guarantee for the normal people around.

The place they chose was a deserted outskirts, with no buildings, just in case they drove out the trespassers.

"Cleared." Shi Lao's phone rang, and the voice of his superiors came.

Kemeng grabbed the shadow and dragged Zhai Yuquan out.

That crazy and turbulent temperament, Zhai Yuquan did not change, but turned his head, saw the silver door, and let out a hamster-like cry again.

Kemon grabbed his hand and shoved the shadow back.

"No, he's even more excited." Kemon shook his head.

Everyone was suddenly confused and timid.

Before the door opened, everyone was reading the note, and at that time, the silver door was not in such a strange state.

Now the silver gate is half-hidden and half-visible, very unreliable, as if it is going to be blown up.

"Notes, notes, what's going on with our notes?" Kemon jerked his head up, sensing an anomaly.

Dozens of minutes have passed, why only now do you think of the anomaly of the note.

Kemon remembers very well that he was not in the habit of writing notes warning himself not to open the door, that this was what happened, and that every one of his companions wrote notes.

"I don't remember either, but I'm sure I volunteered to write a note to remind myself." Shi Lao took out his note and glanced at it.

Kemon also pulled out his own note.

Boom.

Everyone handed over their notes and put them on the ground, leaving them to observe and find differences.

Everyone's handwriting is different, not from the same person.

However, Kemon felt that there were some strange blank areas left in these notes, and the words were not corrected.

"Wait, I'll do a round of dream synaesthesia." Kemon said.

"Well, yes."

Kemon fell asleep, in fact he was a little sleepy.

He fell asleep very quickly, and he fell asleep all at once.

He in turn synaesthesia himself wrote notes, as well as the silver door.

The fog broke through, and Kermon saw a picture of the classified image quality.

On the note, it was written: "Don't enter after 60 seconds, and don't open the door if Shijun doesn't return." ”

However, Kemeng clearly remembered that in reality, there was no "If Shijun does not return, don't open the door".

Then the silver gate also saw it.

It is full of the charm of knowledge, attracting Kemeng to open it, as if by opening it, you can learn more knowledge.

In front of the silver door, there was a vague person.

Kemon couldn't see through it, but looking at the unbandaged man's body, Kemon could feel that he was an acquaintance.

Who the hell is it?

Kemeng couldn't remember it clearly, but as his gaze lengthened, Kemeng had a flash of inspiration, combining the name of Shijun recorded on the note with the fallen figure in front of the silver door.

It's Shi Jun, a bandage man, an S-class member of the Investigation Bureau!

Kemon remembered, remembered it all.

Kemon immediately looked at himself and forcibly woke up.

However, after waking up, the memories in his mind were forcefully erased.

Kemon opened his eyes in confusion, and the crowd gathered around.

"Well, do you see anything?"

"Like...... I forgot. Kemon's face changed slightly, how could he forget.

Unless, this is knowledge that only evil gods can know!

After returning to reality, he has no way of knowing as a mortal.

"What then?" Shi Lao couldn't make up his mind.

Is the door still open, or is it not open?

"I won't open it for the time being, but I want to touch the door for further synaesthesia." Kemon stood up and didn't give up.

The main thing is that I don't want to have long nights and dreams.

And the door didn't give me a feeling of extreme danger, it just felt weird.

"I'll just touch the door and feel it." Kemon said.

Everyone talked about it a few times and felt that it was risky, but just touching the door should be fine.

Shi Lao held one of Kemon's arms, ready to teleport away at any moment.

Kemon stepped forward, two steps at a time, three steps at a time, getting closer and closer to the silver door.

The closer I got, the faster the thirst for knowledge deepens, as if there is world-destroying knowledge hidden behind the door.

"Resistance +0.1!"

The distorted sense of desire is also a mental interference, and the resistance power surges, and the screen continues to swipe.

Even if Kemeng doesn't push the door, the wool is also a pure earning, which makes Kemeng's motivation to touch the door more sufficient.

However, when he touched the door, Kemon's foot also seemed to have kicked something, soft, not the texture of a steel door, but like a kick in the waist.