The paper outlet of the printer continuously outputs paper, like a perpetual motion machine, which can output paper without electricity.
The drone watched for a while, inspecting the windows of other rooms.
After patrolling the first floor, the patrol car came to the stairs and rolled up the stairs with huge wheels.
Humming, the patrol car rolled all the way up the stairs on the second floor and continued to patrol.
The drone climbs up and looks in through the window.
During drone reconnaissance, Kermon remembered one thing.
His honeydew was still in the scarf, and while taking advantage of the drone's reconnaissance, Kemon took pictures of the honeydew.
Luo Yuan saw a pot of viscous dark brown liquid, which gave people a very confused feeling.
"This is... honey juice?" Cheng Le asked with a strange expression when he saw this weird pot.
Dr. Liang saw honey juice for the first time, and the water was as the name suggests, full of fascination.
The rattan basket soaked in honey juice gives people a feeling of water, which is quite fascinating.
Kermon borrowed a pair of pistols from the soldier, and then took out a pair of strange chopsticks from the scarf.
The chopsticks themselves were dipped in a little honey sauce. The second half of the chopsticks is a normal wooden chopsticks, but the first half gives people a feeling of burning flames, but the chopsticks are not on fire.
The soldiers on the side glanced at it from time to time, there was no way, this thing was too strange, the more people looked at it, the more people doubted life.
How could the chopsticks be on fire? There was no flame.
Facts have proved that this thing is so fascinating, Kemen used this strange chopstick to hold the pistol, and soaked the tip of the gun in the honey juice.
After soaking the tip of the gun, a mysterious background appeared on the tip of the pistol.
"Wooden gun!" Cheng Le exclaimed.
In the eyes of everyone, the head of the pistol is no longer a product of steel. Its head is made of wood, and the rear half is made of steel.
Kemen took the semi-finished product and walked towards the barrier. The pistol head successfully passed through the barrier, but the rear half of the pistol was stuck and could not be stretched out.
Kemen turned back and soaked the whole body of the gun in the honey. After a few seconds, he pulled the pistol out of the honey, and the dark brown honey on the gun gradually disappeared.
After the honey faded, the feeling of the pistol changed completely. It was a wooden product and had no deterrent effect at all.
But visually, it still has the appearance of steel.
This kind of contradictory feeling of mystery kept pounding in his mind, telling himself that it was made of wood, but Kemen knew in his heart that it was definitely not made of wood.
This time, I took the wooden pistol and crossed the boundary again, without a sense of hindrance, and easily penetrated out of the boundary.
"Successful, as long as it is covered with honey, it is a special item." Kemen took the pistol back and handed it to the soldier, who waved his hand to Kemon.
Kemeng looked at the captain, who nodded and mouthed: Tomorrow we practice shooting at the shooting range.
"But some parts inside the pistol are not coated with honey." Cheng Le analyzed.
"As long as the outside is coated with honey, it's fine. The barrier doesn't detect the inside of the pistol."
"This is the same as the principle of scarf storing 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 the drone also rose to the sixth floor.
The sixth floor is a huge collection of old books. The windows are locked and covered by wooden bookcases, so you can't see what's inside.
The drone circled to the front to film while the patrol car stopped in front of the sixth floor door, which was locked.
When the drone circled to the front, it finally found a window with the curtains not drawn tightly, and shot inside.
No one was seen, at least from this perspective, there really was no one.
Several people communicated and decided to let the reconnaissance vehicle break through the door by blasting.
The military reconnaissance vehicle carried a small door-breaking bomb, and the footage captured by the reconnaissance vehicle was sent back to the ground troops. The ground troops outside the field pulled the material data of the steel door, analyzed the structure of the sixth floor, and conducted comprehensive data analysis. Thirty seconds later, the Out of the bomb installation point.
The manipulator buzzed, took out the door-breaking bomb, and placed it at a specific blasting point, which could minimize internal losses.
The reconnaissance vehicle climbed down the stairs and immediately exploded remotely after reaching a safe location.
boom!
The reconnaissance car heard the sound of the explosion and immediately drove up to the sixth floor, and saw that the iron door was blasted open, and metal fragments were scattered on the stairs.
A misty cloud of white gunpowder smoke hovered at the door. The reconnaissance car passed through the gunpowder smoke, switched on the thermal imaging function, scanned it once and failed to find the heat source, and then switched back to normal shooting.
There were scattered metal shards on the floor, some books had been shaken to the ground, but nothing else.
Looking at the picture in the camera, Kemen felt a strange feeling, but couldn't tell what it was.
The three investigators next to him also frowned, feeling something, but couldn't capture that feeling.
Kemon emptied his mind and tried to feel.
A minute later, a certain figure flashed away, very quickly.
Something must have happened here, but the lens cannot magnify this feeling, so I need to go to the scene to feel it.
After the drone reconnaissance, everyone 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 the security guard go, why didn't he find him?" Cheng Le asked confused.
The drone once scanned the window with a thermal imager, but no human heat source was seen.
"Be careful when you don't see people, sometimes some people may be related to the birth of special objects." Luo Yuan said.
The four investigators advanced together with eleven armed soldiers and entered the main hall of the library.
A strange smell filled the air, and as the distance got closer, Kemon finally smelled what it was.
It's the smell of printing paper.
When I was at the door at first, the smell was not obvious enough, but when I entered the library, the smell suddenly became stronger, and it was hard not to remember it.
When everyone came to the door of the staff room of the printing press, the soldier kicked the door open.
Glancing inside with a gun, there is nothing strange.
Kemen stepped into the room, and the smell of printing became stronger, as if a pile of brand new printing paper was freshly pressed into his nose, for fear that he would not be able to smell it.
Smelling this strong smell, Kemen suddenly had a thought in his heart—as if he was covering up something
Is it covering up something? Kemen is wearing sunglasses and looking at the whole room, the floor is covered with white A4 paper.
Fingers wearing Juli gloves picked up a few pieces of paper, put them in front of their noses and smelled them.
The scout picked up the camera and clicked to take pictures, captured the scene in the camera, and transmitted it to the outside information operations department through the wireless network.
"How do you feel, Amon?" Luo Yuan asked.
"It seems to be covering up something, what about you?" Kemen asked.
"This machine should be the source of the special field." Luo Yuan expressed his feeling.
Removing it will end this strange field.
Kemeng froze for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Wait a minute, I'll feel it, and move if you don't feel it."
Walking to the printer, listening to the rumbling sound of printing, Kemon touched the printer on the spot, closed his eyes and felt the smell of the printer quietly.
The smell became stronger and stronger, and the noise of printing rang in his ears, making Kemen vaguely see something.
It was an office, and the staff used it to print documents every day.
But as the day began, the staff room was empty, and no one came to work for a long time.
Because no one comes to work, no one prints. This time point may be the period of home isolation.
Empty, lonely, and unhappy, the printer has emotions and starts to print automatically.
Kemon opened his eyes, ending the synaesthesia.
"It has nothing to do with the sixth floor, probably." Kemon said the intuition brought by synaesthesia.
But he didn't say enough, there are exceptions to everything, maybe the printer gave an error warning, so he kept his vigilance in order to be safe.
A minute later, the printer was lifted up by several big men. Kemen supported the printer with one hand and moved it outside the library gate. OK.
The moment the printer came out, the sense of isolation brought by the library itself suddenly disappeared.
Soldiers can walk freely and enter the library.
The intercom of the Special Forces buzzed, and all the staff were mobilized and poured into the library.