It stands to reason that the emotions of the person who went up to cry were absorbed, and he should not come back with a depressed face.

After an investigation by a psychiatrist, it turned out that it was not what everyone imagined.

People who have cried for half an hour feel as if they have lost something in their hearts, feel very empty, wonder if they have lost the ability to be sad forever, and then feel bad and look very dull.

Tested by professionals, they still have the ability to feel sad and have not lost their ability to be sad.

At present, there are not many emotional items in the Whale City Investigation Bureau, only the crying photos are actively sad.

Other objects are emotionally driven objects that cannot actively generate emotions, just like a psychic fruit tree needs to be watered by others with emotions.

So these rounds of watering personnel are all crying personnel, and after crying, there is a feeling of emptiness, feeling that something has been lost.

At this time, Director Lei came over and told Kemeng the level of the psychic fruit tree.

"There have already been people who have tested the effect of the spirit fruit, and 26 gnostic people can be raised to 67, and the effect is very obvious." Director Lei said happily.

"Your psychic fruit tree is rated as a level 4 thing, which negates the contribution required for the storage scarf."

"If you fancy a treasure in the bureau, you can open your mouth, and if it passes, you can use the new item to earn contribution points and taste it back."

Director Lei proposed a very friendly exchange model, which can be regarded as bartering.

Kemon didn't refuse, in fact, he had what he wanted now, but he didn't know if it was in the Bureau of Investigation.

"Do we have any special things in the bureau that handle sand?" Kemon asked.

Director Lei smiled, and knew what he wanted to ask as soon as he heard Kemeng speak, "You're bothering your sand sculpture pet." ”

Indeed, it would be troublesome to let it shake non-stop.

"There is something to deal with sand." Director Lei pondered.

"What kind of thing?" Kemon wondered.

Director Lei used the tablet to enter a number and bring up "6-1893".

When Kemon saw the number 6-1893, he immediately thought of the number 6-0064 of the Great Power Gauntlet.

The serial numbers of special items are basically in order, and level 6 items are the most mediocre class.

However, the Juli Gloves were not lined up in order, but cut into the queue and landed No. 64.

Because the special item at the No. 0064 position of the sixth-level thing at that time was destroyed, it was an abandoned useless file, so the Juli Glove was parachuted into the No. 64 position.

Kemon looked at what Director Lei had given, and the 6-1893 data was as follows:

"Sand Salt Bug"

"Feeding conditions: only eat sand, every day if you don't eat sand, you will scream with hunger, and the sound is weird."

"Feature: Pull out salt."

It is very simple to explain, in addition to the Nth round of feeding records, the appetite of the sand salt worm has no end and can eat sand all the time, and the salt pulled out is edible salt grade salt, which is white and flawless, and has no harmful impurities.

"This thing ......," Kemon was slightly moved.

Although its characteristics are a bit like that, people with mental disabilities probably don't like it, but it is better than being able to handle sand.

The conversion ratio of sand salt insects is not one to one, and it takes ten kilograms of sand to convert 100 grams of salt by weight.

"With your merits, you can directly change it, and the requirements for sixth-level things are not high." Director Lei said.

Kemon has two exploits in capturing members of the Shadow Stream, and another wave is directly cracking the elevator case, and his accumulated merits are enough for him to permanently replace a sixth-level thing.

Of course, there are some good things in the sixth level of things, and the contribution value required will be different, but this is not a problem for Kemon.

Kemeng finally changed, and it didn't matter if the salt produced by the sand salt worm was eaten or not, the main thing was to help clean the environment at home.

After a while, Kemon received a transparent pet box, and the white sand and salt worm was lying in the box, like a caterpillar, with a curled body.

Before leaving the Bureau, Kemon received news that the sprouted psychic fruit trees would be transported to the desert area and made into special paper by a printer.

After leaving the bureau, Kemon drove to an open wilderness area, set up a camera, and experimented with his ideas.

The sand sculpture of white sugar will drop sand when flying, which is suitable for shooting a video of hunting curiosity.

White sugar first came to the wild, and before that, it had lived in the yellow desert and had never seen anything other than greenery.

Of course, modern architecture is also a product of something it has never seen before.

Kemeng first gave instructions on how to fly, and then White Sugar spread its wings and took off on the spot.

Tiny yellow sand shook off from the cracks in the white sugar feathers, and it looked very special as if it were raining.

White sugar is like a rain plane, but it does not rain, but sand.

Tang Yuan stood in place to watch the play, looking up at the white sugar from time to time, and lowering his head to play with his mobile phone.

Kemon quietly stood beside Tangyuan, watching what it was playing.

When I looked at my phone, it turned out that Tangyuan was playing with the king of pesticides.

A few hairs of Tang Yuan each control the touch screen pen, like a multi-handed spider to control every key button on the mobile phone screen, and then control the hero to rush the tower and slash people in the game, and finally be killed by the defense tower and the enemy together.

"If you rush the tower 1V1 like this, you will be beaten by the tower, which is equal to 2V1, and people will definitely not be afraid of you." Kemon prompted.

Tang Yuan snorted, I see.

When Tang Yuan first played this game, he didn't know how to play it yet, so he played it all by feeling.

At this time, Kemon saw the words in the chat box on the phone screen:

"Brainless to send the tower?"

"If you don't know how to play, go and fight the man!"

Tang Yuan naturally saw those words, and some of them could already be understood, but they were not as thorough as white sugar.

Tangyuan wanted to type, but didn't know what to type.

Typing is a threshold, not pinyin, and the voice input function does not support dog language recognition, only handwriting input is easy to use.

But easy to use does not mean fast, the input speed is not enough pinyin, five strokes input method is fast.

Tang Yuan played with his mobile phone and had already begun to think about practicing a pinyin input technique, or learning Wubi or other methods.

At this time, the white sugar flew in the sky, flapped its wings, looked at the endless blue sky, and wondered if it could slip away.

After all, the attention of the evil god is on the phone.

White sugar thought about it, but still didn't escape.

The reason is simple, if the evil god wants to catch it back, it will be absolutely effortless.

After flying for a while, the grass all over the ground was a patch of yellow sand, and Kemon used a close-up lens to capture the details of the grass, which were all materials.

In the distance, three backpackers were walking in the mountains and forests, and suddenly they looked up and saw a white bird flying, and the white bird was covered with a yellow sand curtain, which was raining non-stop.

"What's that?"

"It's a special animal, I remember the official said, if you find a special creature and report it to the state, you can get a reward." One backpacker was overjoyed.

"Why do you report it, don't you catch it and raise it yourself?" The other man wondered.