This special item recorder is different from the old recorder in front, it will randomly add some embarrassing things into the audio file.
Before the recording, the staff has transferred the previous audio files in the recording pen to the mobile hard disk for safekeeping, ensuring that there will be no previous audio files in it.
Kemeng's fingers lightly touched the recording pen, and with just a light touch, that wonderful feeling surged up.
There seems to be an ominous atmosphere coming from this recording pen, which makes people feel a little uneasy.
Even Kermon felt uneasy, which didn't seem to be a good sign.
When it wasn't recorded before, it didn't have this ominous air.
"Go out for a while, this one needs to re-evaluate the danger level." Kemen waved his hand and drove away the group of not-so-experienced staff.
Fighting against hidden information requires specialized personnel. For example, the bandage man is not only a high gnome, but also has contact with much more hidden information than ordinary people, so he is resistant to this kind of thing.
The two accompanying staff members were originally handymen. They looked at each other and were at a loss. They nodded and exited the door until the orders from their superiors came from the earphones.
After a while, the bandaged man, Director Wu, and Director Lei entered the room at the same time.
The expressions of the three of them were slightly serious, as if they realized that something was wrong, and this recorder might have recorded dangerous personal embarrassment that hadn't been recorded a thousand and one times.
"Here, come and feel it too." Kemon pushed the pen out, and he hasn't played the recording inside yet, so that everyone can have a new understanding of it.
The man in the bandage held the recording pen first, looked at the dim white light circle, and frowned secretly.
Director Wu and Director Lei at the side took out the spiritual fruit and gnawed slowly one bite at a time.
Now there are a lot of psychic fruits in the bureau, and many people have broken through the original full psychic value because of this, and can hear a lot of hidden messages.
But relatively, the more you know, the more risks you will face. Unless you have something rational by your side, it will be difficult to keep your heart.
Director Wu and Director Lei were both ready, eager to try, wanting to feel something from it.
Kemon personally sits in the town, and if there is danger, he will definitely not let them listen. Since he chooses to let them feel it, the additional things recorded in the recorder should be within their acceptable range.
A minute later, the man in the bandage handed the recording pen to Chief Wu, letting him feel it too.
Then the man in the bandage communicated with Kemon, "This thing seems to have recorded very dangerous information. It doesn't feel simple. It involves evil special items."
"There was no such probability in the previous 10,000 times. This is considered a lottery."
The two chatted casually. Two minutes later, Director Wu and Director Lei completed the pen test respectively, and both felt a strong tendency of malice from the recording pen.
"I think of the word claustrophobic space." Director Wu judged from his own experience.
"I didn't think of anything, I just thought it was a bloody secret." Director Lei shook his head.
"Get ready for the rational special item, I'm going to open it." Kemeng pressed the recording pen, ready to turn on the play button.
The feeling that this recording pen gave Kemon was not that kind of very strong thing, so it should be fine.
The three men in bandages took out the copy of rationality from the storage props. This is the most commonly used rationality prop in the bureau at present, and it is durable.
Kermon clicked the play button, and the breathing light circle of the recorder changed from white to green.
A moment of silence passed, and the voice of patients screaming came from the voice recorder.
Up to this point, everything is normal and nothing abnormal.
In the tenth second, which is the recording segment that should have been stopped, the green breathing light of the recorder did not end, and the sound changed to a rustling electric sound.
This is the daily basic operation of the recorder. Start with the rustling electric sound, and after a few seconds, some people's embarrassing stories will be played.
These embarrassing stories may be pornographic jokes, or other secrets, such as the secret of arms reselling.
"Shushasha—"
The sound of rustling electricity sounded in the room and kept reverberating, as if hearing the roar of someone.
In the next second, the current sound disappeared, and the sound of machine starting came from the recorder, buzzing in the ears of the four of them.
"This is..." The man in the bandage had a vague feeling that it was a very familiar voice.
"Elevator?" Kemon took the lead in expressing his inner inspiration.
When Kemen pointed out the word "elevator", everyone felt it and nodded.
"It's the sound of the elevator!"
With the sound of the recording pen, the sound of the elevator door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps, as if walking into the elevator.
A husky man cursed incessantly.
Another person in the elevator heard heavy breathing, and the more he breathed, the heavier he breathed.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
The other party's heavy breathing also affected Director Lei, Director Wu, the man in bandages and others who were present. They felt that their own breathing had become a student, and there seemed to be a mountain on their shoulders, unable to lift their heads.
What kind of pressure is this
Unknown, confused, and full of illusion at the same time, it is difficult to resist because the opponent is stronger.
There was an inexplicably depressing atmosphere in the air.
Director Lei rolled his throat and scratched his arm with his hand.
Director Wu frowned, his expression unnatural.
The bandaged man had a bandage on his face and couldn't see any expression.
In the recorder, after the hoarse man finished cursing, he said in an ultimatum order:
"The ninety-seventh door."
"Atonement!"
With a ding, there was a crisp sound like a key bouncing off the ground from the recorder.
Another man made a terrified voice:
"Yes, Master of the Golden Gate."
Da da.
The man left, and the elevator door slowly closed.
Ding sound.
The elevator doors closed completely and began to sink.
Listening to the sinking sound of the elevator, everyone also felt that the soles of their feet were floating, experiencing the stages of overweight and weightlessness.
The man stuck in the elevator sobbed, muttering to himself as if in a daze:
"Can't go, can't go, can't go..."
Listening to this muttering, everyone felt that his emotion seemed to have shifted from fear to resistance.
The sound of picking up the keys was clearly audible in the recorder, and then the elevator door dinged again.
The elevator door hummed open.
When everyone still wanted to know what the next sound was, the room was silent for a while, as if the mute button had been pressed.
The breathing light of the recorder turns from green to white, and returns to the standby state.
The depressive atmosphere disappeared, as if what I just heard was just an auditory hallucination and never happened.
After Director Lei finished listening, he subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands. He obviously didn't feel heavy mental interference, but he felt like he ran a few laps of the track and field.
Director Wu also heaved a sigh of relief, it was strange to say it, it was obviously not scary, but when I heard it, I felt flustered, it felt unusual, but there was an inexplicable feeling, I didn't feel scared in my heart, and I wasn't anti-human. idea.
He frowned and said, "This, it doesn't seem scary."
The information that exists secretly often causes a splitting headache, and I can't wait to stuff my brain with all kinds of anti-human society knowledge.
"After all, its function is only to record someone's embarrassing things, so don't be too embarrassing about the recorder." The bandaged man gave Director Wu a white look.
"I'm just a little regretful. I thought it was hidden information, so I was looking forward to it in vain, haha." Director Wu said with a dry smile. Naturally, his status is not as high as that of the S-rank boss, so he can only apologize.
Kemon propped his elbows on the table, put his hands together against his chin, made a thoughtful look, and analyzed:
"There is a secret existence, and it doesn't necessarily mean that it is always in a terrifying posture."