I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 119 White Sugar

Kemeng waited outside the door for more than ten minutes, and asked Captain Luo about the printer by the way.

"The printers started printing a few days ago, and the trees disappeared around that time."

Captain Luo explained to Kemon the issue of the library's resumption of work. The library's resumption of work was later than everyone thought, so no one was working in it at that time.

Among the two security guards, the security guard in question stood guard for his colleague, so the colleague was happy to be free and did not go to work.

So the amount of trees consumed by the printer in seven days has been calculated, a total of 360 trees.

Kemen did the calculation in his head last time, but this time he used the calculator function of his mobile phone to do the calculation again.

20*60*24=28800.

The daily output is 28,800 sheets, and the annual output is 10 million sheets.

Someone made the data, starting from the size of a country, the consumption of this printer is not large, it cannot have a substantial short-term impact on the country, and it can fully accommodate it.

But in the city, it is a disaster for green trees.

So this printer has been transported to the desert. In the desert area, after printing for a while, it shut down and stopped printing.

But once it's out of the desert, it starts printing again.

The oasis trees in the desert area will disappear because of this, but it just so happens that special items with green trees are sealed in the desert area. Trees are built every day, forming a perfect pair with the printer, infinite loop, and becoming a perpetual motion machine.

As for the side effects of daily tree-building, Captain Luo is not too clear about it. It's not in Whale City, so it's hard to find out.

At this time, the curtains of the interrogation room were pulled open.

In the room, there is a well-dressed investigator named Di, with a serious face, as if nothing happened.

He left the interrogation room, and relevant personnel entered and adjusted the lights to ensure that the two shadows were locked inside.

Captain Luo went up to chat with Di Ping and asked him how the conversation was going and whether he had obtained any key information.

Di Ping said with a sulky face, "Everyone, let's go to the investigation file. The interrogation record has already been written into this issue's file."

This means that the interrogation has been completed, but people are not in the mood to share the joy of the successful interrogation with everyone at the moment.

It wasn't very pleasant after all.

Kemen was not able to see the live dance, and he didn't know what kind of dance it was, which was a bit regretful.

Looking back, the Kermon Bureau checked the investigation files of this issue, and finally knew who the other party's sacrifice target was.

A sacrifice was made to the great Shadow Lord, but the Shadow Lord did not respond to the sacrifice ceremony, so the sacrifice failed.

"Travel Notes of Whale County" itself is already a special book, representing the ecology of the entire land of Whale County.

It was stained with blood, resulting in a bloodbath in the Whale County area.

At present, people from the Investigation Bureau are using special items to eliminate disasters and purify "Travel to Whale County".

It was a bit late to end the interrogation that night.

Kemen returned to his room to sort out today's harvest.

Taking out his long-lost notebook, Kemon flipped through it and wrote on a new page:

"The members of Shadow Stream are offering sacrifices to the Lord of Shadows. Is the ultimate leader of the Shadow Stream organization suspected to be an evil god?"

Kermon drew another sacrificial pattern for sacrificing others, trying to understand the synaesthesia.

He saw the two shadows with his own eyes outside the interrogation room. They were the initiators of the sacrificial ceremony, and the connection should have deepened a little.

This time, Kemon vaguely saw something.

An extremely blurry picture emerges, which is the room of the sacrificial ceremony. The blood-stained "Whale County Travel Notes" is placed in the center of the sacrificial ceremony. The two men have already fallen on top, and the shadows under them are out of the body, swimming from the gap to the balcony outside.

The screen ends here.

It's like seeing it as if you didn't see it. Now that the prisoners have been found, what's the point.

Um, wait?

Kermon looked at the pattern on the notebook and stared at it quietly for two seconds.

Two seconds later, he tore up the page and burned it with a lighter.

"It's crazy. If the other party is really an evil god, once I succeed in synaesthesia, it will be me who will die." Kemen was afraid for a while.

I didn't think of it at first, but now I suddenly think of it, and I feel like I have survived a catastrophe.

Luckily, Kermon doesn't have the truth behind the synesthesia pattern.

Sometimes, not knowing the truth is also a kind of happiness.

Kemen is not an evil god in reality. Without Cthulhu's perverted data, the fate of the synesthesia evil god will not be much better. There is a high probability that he will accept a lot of chaotic knowledge and then go crazy.

Well, wait a minute.

It doesn't seem to be a dead end. It was the second level of thinking just now, and now he thought of the third level of thinking.

In the third layer of assumptions, as long as he didn't die suddenly on the spot, even if he became a lunatic, it would be fine if he could sleep.

Kemen will become Cthulhu in the dream, possessing the personality of the evil god.

Any kind of madness is nothing in His domain.

Kermon took a deep breath and closed the notebook.

Fortunately, there is a dream skill as a guarantee, otherwise it would be really dangerous to live in this mysterious world.

Kemeng looked at the sand sculpture in the room. The sand sculpture looked very well-behaved, not daring to make a sound, and cautious.

"Let me give you a name, what should I choose?" Kemeng paused, thinking about the name in his mind.

Tangyuan wanted to say something, but kept barking.

"Wow!"

It's called white glutinous rice balls, which fits the occasion.

Kermon kicked the ball and rejected the suggestion of naming the glutinous rice balls.

After thinking for a while, Kemeng didn't come up with a good idea, so he asked netizens for help.

"Ask, there is a sand sculpture at home, how to name it?"

Kemon attached a picture.

At present, Kemeng's fans are very active, and they put suggestions in the comment area after a while.

"Jade and Yu Yu Yu": "Why don't you call it white sugar? The glutinous rice balls are delicious when added with sugar."

"Speechless and collapsed": "For nothing."

"NOThanKyou": "Since there are glutinous rice balls, why not call them sugar."

"Uncle Haizong Wolf Tang Tianxin": "It's not as good as sandbags."

"Drunk Dream Yirengui": "Call me a dog, how exciting."

Kemeng glanced at it, and then gave the sand sculpture another look.

"how do you feel?"

The little sand sculpture didn't dare to speak, and could only scream in a low voice.

It's all up to the owner.

Well, since the white-haired sand sculpture is so Buddhist, then Kemeng is not entangled anymore.

Kemon wouldn't take dog eggs, free stuff, etc. He knew the other party was joking, so he didn't care.

The same goes for sandbags.

Have you ever seen a sand sculpture the size of a sandbag?

Wait, that sounds like that.

Looking at the white-haired sand sculpture, it is about sixty centimeters tall.

There are two types of sandbags, one is a throwing toy, and the other is a boxing sandbag.

When boxing or kicking, the large sandbag is a good fitness companion.

But Kemon chose to deny it, and finally locked his eyes on the two names of granulated sugar, or white granulated sugar.

The feathers of Baimao Sand Sculpture are white, and the word Baisang has an extra word of white as an adjective, which makes the description more accurate.

"I'll call you white sugar from now on. It's very appropriate to add some white sugar when eating glutinous rice balls." Kemeng patted the big white eagle's head and smiled gently.

In the confusion of white sugar, it didn't know what it was, but after a while, it remembered the meaning of white sugar.

White granulated sugar, white and flawless in color, very sweet, commonly used in cooking, and sugar can also be added when eating.

Bai Granu Tang thought that the owner was about to cook it, so he subconsciously shook his body, and the yellow sand fell from the feathers with a clatter.

I miscalculated the printer data. When doing multiplication, I accidentally multiplied to 3600. My pot is currently corrected to 28,800 sheets.