The paper output of the printer is constantly dispensing, like a perpetual motion machine, and the paper can be dispensed without the need for electricity.

The drone looked at it for a moment, looking at the windows of the other rooms.

After patrolling the first floor, the patrol car reached the staircase and rolled up the stairs on huge wheels.

Buzzing, the patrol car rolled all the way up the stairs on the second floor and continued to patrol.

The drone climbs upwards and looks inside from the window.

While on drone reconnaissance, Kemon remembered something.

His honey was still in his scarf, and in between drone reconnaissance, Kemon photographed the honey out.

Luo Yuan saw a basin of viscous black-brown liquid, giving people a very confused feeling.

"It's ...... Honey? Cheng Le saw this pot of strange things, and said with a strange face.

Dr. Leung saw the honey for the first time, and sure enough, the water was as its name suggested, full of fascination.

The rattan basket soaked in honey gives the feeling of being made of water, which is quite fascinating.

Kemon borrowed a pistol from the soldier and snapped a strange pair of chopsticks out of his scarf.

The chopsticks themselves are stained with a little honey, and the back half of the chopsticks are normal wooden chopsticks, but the front half gives people the feeling of a flame, but the chopsticks are not on fire.

The soldiers on the side glanced at it from time to time, but there was no way, this thing was so strange, and the more you looked at it, the more people doubted their lives.

How could the chopsticks catch fire, obviously there is no flame.

As it turned out, this thing was so fascinating, and Kemon used this strange chopstick to hold the pistol and put it in honey to soak the gun head.

After soaking the head, the tip of the pistol has a mysterious background.

"Wooden guns!" Cheng Le exclaimed.

In the eyes of everyone, the head of the pistol is no longer made of steel, its head is made of wood, and the back half is made of steel.

Kemon walked towards the barrier with the half-finished product, and the tip of the pistol successfully crossed the barrier, but the back half of the pistol got stuck and could not reach out.

Kemon turned back and soaked the whole body of the gun with honey, and after a few seconds, he pulled the pistol out of the honey, and the black-brown honey on the body of the gun slowly disappeared.

When the honey faded, the pistol had a completely different feel, it was just a wooden product, and it was completely deterrent.

But visually, it's still the exterior of steel.

This paradoxical feeling kept pounding in his mind, telling himself that it was made of wood, but Kemon knew in his heart that it was never made of wood.

This time, he crossed the border with a wooden pistol, and there was no sense of obstruction, and he easily passed through the boundary.

"It's successful, it's a special item as long as it's covered with honey." Kemon took the pistol back and handed it to the soldier, who waved his hand and gave it to Kemon.

Kemon looked at the captain, who nodded and said with his mouth: "Tomorrow the shooting range will practice the gun."

"But some parts of the pistol aren't honeyed." Cheng Le analyzed.

"As long as the exterior is coated with honey, the enchantment doesn't detect the inside of the pistol."

"This is the same principle as the scarf storage and transporting people, the ordinary items in the scarf are not blocked by the enchantment, because the enchantment detects the appearance of the scarf, not the inside."

After testing the honey, the car and drone also rose to the sixth floor.

The sixth floor is a huge old book store, with locked windows and wooden bookcases, making it impossible to see what's inside.

The drone circled around the front to shoot while the patrol car stopped in front of the door on the sixth floor because the door was locked.

When the drone went around to the front, it finally found a window that did not tighten the curtains and filmed inside.

There are no people in sight, at least from this point of view, there really are no people.

Several people exchanged ideas and decided to let the reconnaissance vehicle break the door with the blasting method.

The military reconnaissance vehicle carried a small door-breaking bomb, and the footage taken by the reconnaissance vehicle was transmitted back to the ground troops, and the ground troops outside the field pulled the material data of the steel door, analyzed the sixth-story building structure, conducted comprehensive data analysis, and gave the bomb installation point after 30 seconds.

The manipulator buzzes, takes out the door bomb, and places it at a specific blast point that minimizes internal damage.

The reconnaissance vehicle climbed down the stairs and immediately blasted it remotely when it reached a safe location.

Bang!

When the reconnaissance vehicle heard the sound of explosions, it immediately drove up to the sixth floor and saw that the iron door had been blown open, and metal fragments were scattered on the stairs.

An ethereal white cloud of gunpowder smoke was suspended at the doorway, and the reconnaissance vehicle crossed the gunsmoke, switched the thermal imaging function, swept it all over but did not find the heat source, and then turned back to normal photography.

There were shards of metal scattered on the floor, some books had been shaken to the ground, and nothing else.

Looking at the picture in the camera, Kemon felt a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The three investigators next to him also frowned, sensing something, but unable to capture it.

Kemon emptied his brain and tried to feel.

A minute later, a figure vanished in a flash, very quickly.

There must be something going on, but the camera can't magnify the feeling, you need to be there to feel it.

After the drone reconnaissance was completed, the group decided to go to the first floor to move the printer out of the barrier, and then go to the sixth floor to investigate.

"Where did that security guard go, why didn't he find him?" Cheng Le said confusedly.

The drone had scanned it with a thermal imager outside the window, but there was no human heat source.

"You have to be careful when you don't see people, sometimes some people may be related to the birth of special things." Luo Yuan said.

Four investigators and eleven armed soldiers marched into the main hall of the library.

A strange smell filled the air, and as the distance got closer, Kemon finally could smell what it was.

It is the smell of printing paper.

At first, when I was at the door, the smell was not obvious enough, but when I entered the library, the smell suddenly became stronger, and it was difficult to remember it.

When the group came to the door of the staff room of the printing press, the soldier kicked it hard and broke the door open.

Scanning in with a gun, there was nothing strange.

When Kermon stepped into the room, the smell of printing became stronger, as if a pile of new printing paper was straining into his nose, for fear that he would not smell it.

Smelling this rich smell, a thought suddenly popped into Kemon's heart - as if he was covering up something?

Is it hiding something, Kemon looks out over the room with sunglasses, the floor covered in white A4 paper.

The fingers wearing the glove of Juli picked up a few pieces of paper, put them in front of the wings of their noses and sniffed them.

The scout picked up the camera and clicked to take pictures, took pictures of the scene into the camera, and transmitted it to the information operations department of the outside world through the wireless network.

"How does it feel, Amon." Luo Yuan asked.

"Looks like she's covering up something, you." Kemon asked.

"This machine should be the source of the special field." Luo Yuan said how he felt.

Removing it would put an end to this strange field.

Kemeng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Wait a minute, I'll feel it, if you don't feel it, you can move." ”

Walking to the printer and listening to the rumbling sound of printing, Kemeng touched the printer on the spot, closed his eyes and quietly felt the smell of the printer.

The smell grew stronger and stronger, and the sound of printing rang in his ears, giving Kemon a vague glimpse of something.

It was an office where staff members used it every day to print documents.

But as one day began, the staff room was empty, and no one came to work for a long time.

Because no one came to work, no one printed, and this point in time could be a period of home quarantine.

Empty, lonely, unhappy, the printer has a mood and starts to print automatically.

Kemon opened his eyes and ended the synaesthesia.

"It has nothing to do with the sixth floor, probably." Kemon spoke of the intuition that comes with synaesthesia.

However, he didn't say it all, there are exceptions to everything, maybe the printer gives an error warning, so he keeps a hand of vigilance to be steady.

A minute later, the printer was lifted up by several big men, Kemeng supported the printer with one hand with his palm, and then lifted it up and moved it outside the library gate.

The moment the printer came out, the sense of isolation brought by the library itself suddenly disappeared.

Soldiers were free to walk through and enter the library.

The walkie-talkies of the special forces buzzed, and all the staff went out and poured into the library.