I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 566 Natural Disaster Generator

In the dream world.

Kemen used the power of evil gods to peek at the abnormalities of those doors.

At a glance, Kemon saw that every door had a strange twist.

There is not only the distortion of time and space, but also the trace left by someone, which is the inseparable connection of others.

Kemon caught these connections, followed by further gazes, long-term synaesthesia.

Only by spying on who is behind the scenes can Kemen have a chance to turn defeat into victory in the real world, otherwise he will just be led by the nose blindly.

As the peeping time increased, Kemon gradually became aware of the short five-second picture.

The synaesthesia this time has a serious frosted texture, the vision is dim, and the synaesthesia conditions are not good.

Kemon saw a narrow passage, like the corridor of a hotel, with the doors of the hotel rooms in two rows.

In the middle of the aisle, there was a strong man with broad shoulders, with his back facing Kermon's perspective.

"Sect Master, I have returned for atonement." Someone's terrified voice rang in his ears, but Kemeng couldn't see where that person was, and he might be blocked by the back of the strong man in front of him.

"Here is a new task for you."

A man's steady voice came from ahead, and his voice became hoarse.

As he said that, the person named door master had a new bottle out of thin air, and a pure black crystal block was sealed in the transparent bottle.

The black crystal block is not a dead thing, but a living creature. There are extremely small tentacles at the bottom of the crystal mine, slowly twisting and crawling randomly in the sealed bottle.

The breath emanating from the black crystal block reminded Kemeng of the ore disease in the real world.

"This is... a natural disaster generator!" The Redeemer lost his voice, as if some kind of terrible memory had been triggered. From the change in his tone, Kemon could sense his fear.

Five seconds came to an abrupt end here.

Kemen wanted to synaesthete again, but there was no more content. Once again, he could only see the same five-second picture.

After Kemen had no new information, he looked at the thirty-two doors with the vision of the evil god, and analyzed the mystery between the doors through the god-level knowledge in his mind.

Soon, Kermon cracked the mystery between the doors.

But here comes the problem. Kemon cracked it based on the knowledge of evil gods.

After returning, if it involves the knowledge of evil gods, these contents will be forgotten again.

Kemen tried to wake up actively, opened his eyes, and saw everyone with anxious faces.

"What's the matter, Kemon?"

"Have you thought of any clues?"

Kemon patted his head and sorted out the knowledge in his mind for a few seconds.

Kemen can vaguely feel that he knows who is behind the scenes, and also knows the mystery of the thirty-two doors, but when he recalls the secret of the doors, his mind is empty.

At this time, Kemen responded: "When interrogating members of the Frog Club, there was an additional recording recorded by the recording pen. Find it. I remember that the number of the recording pen seems to be 6-4135."

With a serial number, the investigation bureau can check it quickly.

After a while, the file of this pen was called out, and it is currently stored in Whale City. The recording body file is still stored in the recorder, but the copied data is stored in the server of Koi City.

"Transfer the copied data over here." Kemen used his mobile phone to connect to the Internet and issued an order to the network beast.

As these people, it is definitely not that easy to retrieve the data.

Kemeng's hidden authority is much higher than theirs, and in less than five seconds, the network beast has transmitted the data to Kemeng's mobile phone.

Kemen clicked on the play button, and the phone immediately made a rustling electric sound, like someone's roar.

The next second, the elevator roared.

Several investigators listening to the recording subconsciously grunted.

Then the recording file released the dialogue between the Lord of the Golden Gate and the Redeemer, which contains information about the ninety-seventh door, which seems to be the place of redemption.

"You mean, the master behind the scenes is the sect master, but we don't know what the real name of the master of the golden gate is. Did you see the real face in the dream?" Director Shi urged, with a vague sense of expectation on his face.

"No, I only saw the back of the master of the Golden Gate." Kemeng shook his head, sitting on the sofa and stated calmly: "The atoner has already left the customs, it did not die in the place of redemption, and the gate master handed over to him when he left the customs. gave him a bottle containing living black crystal ore, which the Redeemer called the Scourge Generator."

"It's not difficult to speculate that the bizarre flood a few days ago was caused by a natural disaster generator. Of course, I don't need to say more about the ore disease. We need to find the natural disaster generator, or directly find the redeemer."

Kemen stood up, found a table, took out white paper and pencils, and sketched at lightning speed, restoring the bottle, the black crystal ore, the back of the Golden Gate Master, and the corridor scene.

With the sketch, everyone also had a first impression of the back of the Lord of the Golden Gate.

The sketch was scanned onto the computer and sent to the directors of the local bureaus to collect information, and then the network monsters compared the information to find out whether the place where the master of the Golden Gate was located was the corridor of a hotel.

After Kemeng uploaded the picture, he didn't pay much attention to it. He had seen it many times in his dreams, and he couldn't understand any more information. Now he could only deal with the things at hand, such as curing the ore disease.

If it cannot be cured now, try to slow down the spread as much as possible.

Kemeng visited the medical department of the local branch to check the treatment process of ore disease.

A professional in a white coat held a recording tool and showed Kermon the results of hours of testing protocols.

The first option is laser cutting, the second option is frozen fingers, the third option is electrotherapy...

All kinds of tests have been carried out once, and people have exhausted their wisdom and tested all the directions that can be measured.

Even if Kemen participated in it personally, it would not be so meticulous. This is the strength of the team.

"Which method works best?"

"We found that cutting off the damaged part, and then using the spawning item to grow back the cut meat in a short time, can perfectly cure the ore disease." An investigator sighed, "It's just that this kind of fleshy stuff There are not many items, and the side effects are quite troublesome."

"That is to say, the treatment method cannot be mass-produced, and the effective method is to cut off the diseased part directly." Kemeng's expression was not very good, and he knew what the current predicament was, and it was time.

"Did you disperse the crowd?" Kemen turned his head and asked the branch chief beside him.

"The local people have been dispersed. If we can't master the treatment within a day, we can only temporarily move the entire city residents out for a while." The branch chief scratched his hair irritably. Facing this unreasonable supernatural disease, he had no idea clue.

At this time, Kemon understood why the atoner described the contents of the bottle as a natural disaster generator.

In the face of the ore disease that ignores the restrictions of physical isolation, human beings are too small. If this is not a natural disaster, what else can it be.