Tables, chairs, benches, bed sheets and pillows. There are not many things that can be picked up in the small rental house, but Zhou Zhe has tried them all and has a lot of fun.

Finally, I have a few experiences:

1. The maximum distance of the gloves is no more than ten meters. The farther the distance, the weaker the control force, and it will fall directly after more than ten meters.

2. The power of the glove is the same as that of the controller. That is, the force the controller uses, the force the glove will also be used - but it will decrease due to the distance.

3. The fineness of gloves can be the same as the fineness of controlling fingers. But if you control movements that you cannot do, gloves cannot do it either.

4. When using gloves, it seems that extra energy and energy will be consumed, but not much is consumed.

After summarizing these four points, Zhou Zhe controlled the gloves to fly back with satisfaction: "No, it's a treasure after all, so he must have a name, so he will call you 'Xu Ling Gloves' in the future."

Xu Ling Gloves spontaneously put them back on their hands, and Zhou Zhe suddenly felt a little touched. He noticed an impulse similar to buying a chess box during the day today, but it was much stronger.

What do you want to do again...

Zhou Zhe thought about it, let go of control, and prepared to see what this spiritual treasure wanted to do.

It shouldn't be a dangerous thing, otherwise Tang Meng would definitely remind him.

The glove flew out of his palm, then turned around and floated in front of Zhou Zhe, with four fingers together, raised his thumb up, and swayed up and down.

"You are... going to shake hands with me?"

Zhou Zhe was so amused that he reached out and held the gloves together.

However, as soon as he touched, he immediately felt a strong force coming from his gloves. Although it didn't hurt, it tightly clamped his right hand, making it impossible for him to pull it away.

Zhou Zhe shook it twice and found that he could not get rid of the glove at all. Instead, after stopping, his right hand was shaken up and down by the glove, as if he was really shaking hands with an invisible person.

After about ten minutes, Xu Ling Gloves finally stopped and he flicked back to Zhou Zhe's right hand.

Zhou Zhe suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart, and he felt that the time when the Void Glove shook hands with him seemed to be similar to the time he used.

He seemed to have realized something.

It turns out that using spiritual treasures comes at a cost?

If it were these strange things before, Zhou Zhe would have been surprised for a long time. But after learning about the things about the dream world from Tang Meng, he felt much more self-bearing. Even if he faced the chess cups he played and the gloves he shook hands with, he could still remain calm.

Compared with the infinite heavens in the dream world of immortals and gods, these little strange things are just like Er.

Sitting back to the table, Zhou Zhe picked up the mask again.

The mask's black cloth and black rope looks like an ordinary product. However, there is a white circle on the inside of the mask and a crossed fork in the middle.

Zhou Zhe took the mask into the pool and cleaned it up. He didn't bother with it... well, he just disliked this thing that had been used by others. Maybe there was the killer's tone!

After washing it seven or eight times in a different way, Zhou Zhe felt barely able to accept it. He wrung the moisture on the mask hard. Although it was still a little wet, it could at least work.

As before, Zhou Zhe felt his spirit flowing towards the mask and quickly established a subtle connection.

Standing in front of the mirror, Zhou Zhe looked at himself in the mirror, looking forward to what effect would be.

A minute has passed.

Nothing happened.

If Zhou Zhe hadn't clearly felt that his energy was wafting, he would have thought that he was wearing an ordinary mask!

But it seems that there is no change.

I seem to have become a little handsome in the mirror?

Zhou Zhe quickly shook his head.

It’s just a psychological effect that I feel handsome when I wear a mask.

But what is the real function of this mask? Could it be that Tang Meng was joking? But the feeling of the passing of spirit just now was not false.

After waiting for another minute, nothing happened. Zhou Zhe sighed and prepared to take off the mask.

Although I can't figure out what the effect of this mask is, you can first see what the cost of using this thing, so that you may be able to reversely introduce some things.

But after touching it, I found that the mask seemed to be growing on my face and could not be taken off at all.

“****!”

Zhou Zhe wanted to say something swearing, but found that he could not make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Two minutes later, Zhou Zhe finally took off his mask and looked at himself in the mirror, looking at him with a constipation.

The price of using this thing for two minutes is to continue wearing it within two minutes and unable to speak?

No wonder the killer didn't even scream from beginning to end. Could it be that this is the reason?

Sighing, Zhou Zhe hung his mask on the clothes rack and went directly to eat to replenish his exhausted energy.

Garbage mask! He didn't even want to name it. Let's wait and ask Tang Meng next time. He has rich experience and may know how to use this thing.

Zhou Zhe lay on the bed and looked at the full moon outside the window.

The moon seemed to be particularly round in the past two days... I muttered in my heart, Zhou Zhe closed his eyes and entered the dream world directly.

The neighbor next door didn't dream today, so Zhou Zhe simply thought about how to get up the immeasurable heaven above.

After thinking for a long time, I found that there was only one way, that is, walking...

With a black man in his hand, he calmed down the black fog and his journey was quite stable. Zhou Zhe walked up step by step, and saw countless colors of light spots shining along the way, and many were even close to him. But when he thought of the power left by the immortal gods in the immeasurable heaven above his head, perhaps there were clues of his thoughts, he restrained his mind and focused on it.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhou Zhe felt exhausted and even felt a little unstable.

A sudden vibration came from his wrist, accompanied by a harsh alarm, which directly pulled Zhou Zhe out of the dream world.

On the big bed, Zhou Zhe rolled his eyelids and pressed the alarm on his hand. He felt that although his body was not uncomfortable, his head was drowsy and as sticky as if it was filled with paste.

Looking at the bright sky outside the window, I used the quilt to hold my head hard and continued to fall asleep.

......

Looking at the huge salted egg yolks that sank half the horizon outside the window, Zhou Zhe sat up and twitched his mouth.

This is...day and night are completely reversed.

I just got out of bed and was about to get something to eat, but the door suddenly got knocked.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Zhou Zhe narrowed his eyes and quickly picked up the gloves next to him and put them on his hands. At the same time, he poured out all the pieces left in the chess cup and held them in the palm of his hand.

"Who?"

"Public Security Bureau, detect the case."

Outside there was a calm middle-aged man's voice.

The Public Security Bureau is an institution established directly in various places to maintain social stability and prevent, investigate and stop criminal activities that violate the laws of the kingdom. The one under its jurisdiction, the one with the most contact between ordinary people is the detective brigade.

This brigade is responsible for collecting and investigating criminal intelligence and investigating relevant personnel involved in the case. All citizens of the Kingdom are obliged to cooperate with the investigators' inquiries and investigations - this is also an entry written in the Cangzhao Kingdom Code.

But Zhou Zhe still dared not relax. After opening the door, he took a step back vigilantly.

There were two people outside the door. The man in the leader was indeed a middle-aged man wearing a national-shaped face in a security suit, and behind him was a young man in the same uniform.

Judging from Zhou Yuan’s memory, there is nothing wrong with the clothes of the two people in front of him.

But Zhou Zhe's pupils shrank slightly.

He has seen the middle-aged man in front of him!

Not in reality, but in dreams!

The second person who was swallowed by the black tiger was the lonely peak of the sea of ​​clouds.
Chapter completed!