I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 284 Announcement of Type 2.0

This indescribable food made even Kermon feel disgusted when he saw it, let alone a wise tape recorder.

The tape recorder stayed in the pot for nearly half an hour, and let it hang out for a long time, allowing it to reflect on what it means to respect parents for food and clothing.

During this half hour, the black pot lid was put aside to prevent the greedy tape recorder from being judged by the black pot to reprocess the ingredients.

Half an hour later, Kermon came back to look at it again. The recorder begged for mercy as soon as he saw it, and his humble appearance didn't look like he was tormented by the disgusting force.

It can be seen that the greed and gluttony in its heart are not as disgusting as the dark cooking pot.

Kemon put on his gloves, took out the tape recorder, covered the dark cooking pot, and put it in the storage scarf for storage.

When I go back and have time, I will feed it to the big-faced cat.

The big-faced cat will not dislike it, Kemon believes that it has completely stopped thinking, no matter how disgusting it is, it cannot make it return to thinking.

If Big Face could regain its ability to think... feels like that would be a pretty amazing event.

With a great deal of knowledge, it is possible to bring a great deal of ability.

Even if there is no ability to increase, having such knowledge will not be useless.

When Kemon incarnated as Cthulhu in his dream, he could feel that he contained an infinite amount of knowledge.

However, the knowledge with extraordinary power will be very vague after waking up from the dream, so the synaesthesia technique remains.

"Don't you eat meat?"

Kermon looked at the old-fashioned tape recorder. Its body exuded a stench, which was the dark food stained on its body.

"If you don't eat, don't eat."

Under the shooting of the camera, the cowardice of the tape recorder is fully displayed.

Then, a tape recorder was sent to release the inaudible frog croaking to the new round of patients. It finally became peaceful, no longer willful and yelling meat, and turned into a hard-working 997 employee. Meticulous.

Looking at such an obedient tape recorder, the bandage man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What did you feed that guy, so addicted?" The bandage man just woke up, and he didn't know that Kemon had fed him an indescribable dark food.

"Just a dark dish, do you want to try it?"

"Ordinary dark dishes don't have this effect... Oh, I remembered, that pot." The bandaged man's mind popped out Kemon's file records, that new pot.

The growth rate of Kemon's items is so fast that the number of possessions of a person has already become double digits.

The man in the bandage can guarantee that Kermon will break through triple digits in the near future.

"That pot, I haven't seen the real thing yet, show me." The bandage man saw that the disobedient tape recorders had been trained so obediently, and his heart moved, wanting to see the real thing.

Just watching the video, the human senses must not be more impactful than watching the real thing on the spot.

Kermon complied with the wish of the bandaged male captain, and patted the black cauldron out of the storage scarf.

The food in the pot has not been processed yet, just to show the man in the bandage what real dark cooking is.

The man in the bandage didn't remove the pot, he could already smell the smell of pork, roasted meat, boiled meat, stewed meat, all kinds of smells penetrated into his nostrils, making him puzzled.

There seems to be something about this thing.

This scent, among other things, had already whetted his appetite.

But the man in the bandage had watched Kermon's video, and knew that it was an illusion, and it was a wrong signal from his brain, convincing himself that it was really smelly, but in fact it was really smelly.

Before boiling the pot, the bandaged man covered his mouth and nose, and slowly uncovered the black pot.

Steaming black air surged up, and the indescribable mosaic-shaped object twisted its body in the pot, as if saying: Come on, be happy, there is a lot of time anyway...

The man in the bandage took a step back subconsciously, but his firm will made him stand up again, and forced himself to lower his head to observe the dark dishes at a closer distance.

The mosaic on Dark Cuisine's body is too blurry. The man in the bandage had thought about it when he watched the video before. Could it be that Dark Cuisine itself had a blurred effect on the shooting equipment.

Now with the naked eye to zoom in close to observe, this vague feeling really has not disappeared.

The closer you get, the mosaic will shrink in proportion to the same level, so that the mosaic in the eye's perspective is always in a low-density fuzzy form.

"There is no specific shape." The man in the bandage put the lid back on the pot and realized.

This thing is really indescribable.

Even if you pull your eyes to a tenth of a millimeter and look directly at that disgusting thing, it will not change its characteristics.

Kemon put the dark cooking pot back into the scarf, "By the way, it's about the froghead."

"We will update the second version of the instructions to the outside world, and open the conservative treatment plan to the outside world within a certain period of time." The man in the bandage knew what Kemen wanted to say.

There are patients in Koi Island, and there are also frog-head patients abroad.

If those frog-headed patients don't return to humans, over time, there will be aliens among the human population.

There is a saying in Jinlizhou that people who are not of our race must have different hearts. This sentence may not be 100% accurate, but it is applicable in most cases. The appearance is already a heterogeneous person.

I haven't changed my mind now, but after living for a long time, I will eventually feel unbalanced.

Once the heart is unbalanced, all kinds of small conflicts slowly accumulate, until one day, bang, the volcano composed of contradictions erupts.

"Well, sorry to bother you."

Now that the hard-working 997 recorder has completed this mission for Kemeng, Kemeng's mentality is naturally a little wider.

With nothing else to do, Kemen edited in the computer room of the bureau, and posted them online after editing. By the way, he received the evaluation task of the video, and the evaluation object was the gluttonous tape recorder.

The evaluation requirements of the system are relatively simple, and no special expertise is required, as long as there are correct evaluation content, it is up to the UP owner to decide which functions of the special items are to be concealed.

This round of Kemeng's video is hidden. The files recorded by the tape recorder can cure people.

And the people in the bureau tried it. The old-fashioned tape recorder has a memory card. Once the audio files in it are transferred out, the effect of the frog sound will be invalid.

Therefore, the old-fashioned tape recorder has only one copy and cannot be copied.

The recorder can also transfer files, but the frog body effect will disappear once the audio files are transferred or processed.

According to this situation, Kemen deduces that the transfer or processing will make the original audio file no longer original, it is no longer the original sound file, so it does not have that kind of power.

It was noon that day.

The Bureau of Investigation released the 2.0 version of the notice.

"Major progress!"

"The Bureau of Investigation has researched to shorten the time of the frog-head man's treatment plan, and there is no longer a need for closed isolation for ten years."

"As long as you are closed and isolated for eight years, you can be treated and discharged."

The time has been shortened by two years, and the unknowing Jinlizhou people shouted awesome, but foreign netizens feel that the Special Affairs Investigation Bureau is telling a joke.

Ten years and eight years are all entrusted, you can't believe a word, the old man is very bad!

Exam 3 tomorrow, everyone guesses whether I can pass or not.

It's open. It's open.

No bet guessing.