I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 278: The Meat-Eating Recorder

The second batch of patients was sent to the Octopus City Investigation Bureau on the same day, accompanied by two recording devices.

These two pieces of special recording equipment, one is an old-fashioned tape recorder, the other is a voice recorder, one big and one small.

The man in the bandage patted the head of the old-fashioned tape recorder, and smiled at Kemon: "This is 6-0984 from Koi City. It is a tape recorder that can eat meat. After recording the sound, it needs to eat meat. If it doesn't eat meat, it will record it. muffled his voice."

Vintage tape recorder stands still while man in bandage taps it.

Hearing this, Kemen took out a bag of dried fish from his scarf, took out a small dried fish and handed it to the recorder.

The old-fashioned tape recorder seemed to smell meat, and a black mouth suddenly opened on the surface of the machine, biting the small dried fish.

It even wanted to bite Kemon's hand, but Kemon withdrew his hand quickly, and it didn't bite.

The small dried fish entered the body of the recorder, and the machine closed its mouth and chewed. Kemen heard the sound of the dried fish being crushed by the chewer.

The machine-digested dried fish without digestive organs is obviously a different species, but at this moment there is no sense of disobedience.

"Magical reality cannot be viewed with common sense." Kemen commented in his heart.

Then Kemeng looked at the recorder. The man in bandage didn't have much impression of it. In the end, Director Zhang popped up and explained: "The number of this recorder is 6-4135, and it can record as usual, but after the event, a section of other people's voice will be randomly added to the recording file. An embarrassment at home."

Kemeng touched the recording pen. The barrel of the pen was yellow all over, with a pointed tip, and a breathing light circle setting on and off at the end.

When the aperture is red, it's recording.

The white light is in the standby state, and the green light is playing the sound recorded by the voice recorder.

"Increase the embarrassment? What if the embarrassment is a state secret, or a terrorist organization's secret?" Kemeng held the recording pen, his face full of curiosity.

"This." Zhang Ju was at a loss for words.

This item was not unearthed here, and he didn't know much about it. He only knew some information on the archives.

Both items are level six things, and the level is not high.

High-level audio-recording items often have strong side effects, or have some kind of harsh use conditions, and do not meet the conditions for frequent use.

"There are recordings and tests on it in the file, a total of 10,000 times, most of which are embarrassing scandals, family affairs, business affairs, and some small troubles." The chapter bureau only roughly read it .

According to the serial number given by the Chapter Bureau, Kemeng called up the record of the recording pen on the official page. There were indeed 10,000 recording tests in it, and each recording was recorded.

These recordings cannot be directly listened to by mobile phones, but can only be read on the computer of the investigation bureau to prevent abuse.

Kemon didn't have time to listen to each of them, and looked directly at the statistical chart made by the testers. They classified every embarrassing thing, but there were no state secrets or secrets of terrorist organizations.

After a while, Kermon started yelling at the second round of patients, and all patients and staff were asked to silence.

The staff held a special recording device and put it in front of Kemeng's mouth, for fear that the recording device would not record it.

Kemen opened his mouth, mobilized the spirituality in his body to form an inaudible sound, his throat moved, and the expressions of all the patients changed instantly.

A few seconds later, the staff saw that Kermon closed his mouth, immediately turned off the recording button, and retreated to another fairly soundproof room.

There were several patients inside, waiting for the taped test.

Normal people can't hear it, and only the owner of the frog gene can hear that sound. The tester waits for Kemon to be in place, puts down two recording items, and lets Kemon operate it.

Kermon still wore the fake face, and his right hand swam between the old-fashioned tape recorder and the brand-new recording pen from the factory.

Finally Kermon pressed the old-fashioned tape recorder, which was more stable and less likely to mess up.

The old-fashioned tape recorder opened its mouth wide, wanting to eat Kemon's hand. Kemon patted its head, and handed it a small dried fish backhand.

But the greedy tape recorder is not satisfied, and wants to eat more, with his mouth wide open, hungry for more meat.

"Meat, meat, I want meat..." The old-fashioned tape recorder made a sound of thirst, as if it hadn't eaten meat for several years, and the dried fish couldn't satisfy its desire at all.

The staff immediately pushed a small trolley, and ten pieces of pork were placed on the trolley.

"Meat!" The tape recorder seemed to smell meat, but it had no legs and couldn't move. It could only howl and make a hoarse voice.

When several patients saw the tape recorder talking, their faces changed.

The patients had watched the video released by the science popularization personnel of the Bureau of Investigation, and there were indeed some special items in this world.

But they have lived for decades and have never seen those items.

Now seeing a tape recorder speak with my own eyes is frightening.

That thing, why do you keep calling it meaty.

Is that little cart carrying human flesh?

People from the investigation bureau said that they were participating in a conservative treatment. Why were there only a few patients at the scene, and where did the rest of the patients go?

The disadvantage of the number makes the patients think wildly. Ordinary people are never calm in the face of extraordinary things. There are not many people who are born with big hearts like Kemeng.

Several patients sat in chairs, their lips turned white, tense, and thirsty at the same time.

"Here, eat quickly, don't bark."

Kemen saw that the patient's expression was not right, so he didn't bother to argue with the tape recorder. He picked up the pork and stuffed it into the big black mouth of the tape recorder.

The tape recorder chewed the pork bite by bite, and ate one piece after another. When it had eaten ten pieces of pork, it still opened its mouth wide and made a meaty sound.

Kemen patted the disobedient tape recorder with his hand, and the tape recorder continued to make a fleshy sound without any fear.

The staff pushed another cart over, and the recorder was finally satisfied and belched.

The old tape recorder shut its mouth and fell silent.

Kermon sat on the seat and listened quietly with his ears, trying to hear the sound of his frogs on the radio.

The sound of frogs made by Kermon is different from the sound made by the original sculpture. The sound of frogs in the original sculpture is even worse, with evil thoughts that distort human values.

And Kemeng's voice has eliminated all distracting thoughts, leaving only the purest homologous suppression effect.

The next moment, the screams of patients came from the tape recorder.

With the roar of the tape recorder, the patients in front of them also shook their bodies and widened their eyes, as if they heard something terrifying.

Then, Kemon felt a slight change from them.

It worked, the old tape recorder managed to record that voice.

Kemeng breathed a sigh of relief, the burden on his body was lighter now, and he didn't have to scream every day.

"Turn the patient away and pay attention to replenishing water." Kemen said.

"yes!"

Several staff members helped him away, and the scene was quickly emptied, leaving only two staff members and Kermon.

Kemen looked at another recording pen that was flashing white light, and was about to press the switch of the recording pen when his finger suddenly stopped on the pen.

It's still two more shifts today, let's go to rest.

Tomorrow four updates.