'This glove is nice, but it's mine now!' ’

Luan Zhao was very happy and was about to get the gloves, but he didn't want to make a change.

The two gloves stood up from the ground like two little people, and then hid to the side in twos and threes.

Immediately afterward, the two gloves spread five fingers, and a mouth appeared in each palm, spitting out something continuously.

Gold rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings...

These are all stolen goods stolen by the young man today, and one of them is very familiar to Luan Zhao, which is the big gold chain he borrowed from Mao Youdao!

"It's... Want to run? ”

Sure enough, after the gloves vomited these things, they quickly fled in the direction of the mouth of the alley.

"Come back to Lao Tzu!"

Luan Zhao would never allow this to happen, and he chased after him with an arrow step, and quickly grabbed the two gloves with one hand.

The glove may have some kind of misunderstanding about him, and opened his two mouths, revealing his thin fangs to bite him, making Luan Zhao subconsciously let go of them.

"Yard, look for death!"

Luan Zhao adhered to the principle of 'since I can't get it, then no one can think of it', aimed at the two gloves and pulled the trigger.

Syllable! Syllable!

Two gunshots rang out, and two bullets pierced the glove directly.

The glove that had been hit began to slow down, and after three shakes, the two of them had not taken a few steps before they lay down one after another, not moving.

"I would have lit the moon with my heart, but the bright moon shone on the ditch, alas..."

Walking up to the two gloves, Luan Zhao shook his head and sighed.

This glove has a will of its own, and it belongs to the [Demon Category] Weird, and because it poses little threat to humans, it belongs to the [Regular Level].

It is a pity that they should have become their own form, but they resolutely refused to abandon the darkness and turn to the light.

Just when he sighed, Goldfinger moved, and gave a message prompt in his consciousness: [Do you grab it? 】

This type of strange thing is more strange than weird, and it can even kill the plunder?

Luan Zhao was shocked, and his face immediately appeared happy.

Yes, he defines his ability to grab with his golden finger as devouring and plundering, which is quite apt.

'OK, grab it for me. ’

His consciousness chose to be sure.

Then the two gloves turned to powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissipating with the wind.

The last harvest had strengthened his spiritual strength, so much so that his perception was much stronger now than before.

Therefore, he could clearly feel that a new and unfamiliar force poured into his body from the void, merging into every corner of his body.

'Space, this is the power that belongs to space, a trace of space origin? Or rather... Authority! ’

Luan Zhao instinctively understood what this power was and how to use it.

This spatial origin has been integrated with me, equivalent to a part of my body, an organ that I can use only by expending physical strength and spirit.

Because of the weakness of this spatial origin, I only have one skill that I have already formed, and that is to open up space, open up a space where non-living objects can be placed, or carve out space in dead things to make things like storage equipment.

As for other abilities, I need to comprehend and study them myself, and the more I obtain this spatial origin, the more conducive it is to developing new abilities, and the stronger my ability will be..."

Luan Zhao fell into ecstasy.

This harvest was even more exciting than the first time he got it!

The information that I instinctively obtained was definitely not given by the Goldfinger Scepter, but by the original origin of this silk space.

The source of division, the scattered authority, their desire to become one wholeness again, and now they are a part of him, but this urgency and desire remains, even to the soul and flesh, urging the body to find it!

"I see, maybe I'm guessing wrong, but I seem to see the one-sided truth, hahahaha..."

Luan Zhao first muttered to himself, and then couldn't help laughing.

The crouching thugs behind him looked at each other.

Sensing that the opportunity was coming, Brother Scar, who was locked in handcuffs, gave the young man a look, and the latter understood and stood up quietly.

"Why, haven't you seen anyone happy?"

Unexpectedly, Luan Zhao turned around and looked at them.

"Yo, who told you to stand up?"

Luan Zhao had a long eye behind him, and he had already seen it, but he still asked.

"Ahem, legs, leg squatting numb."

The young man told lies.

"Squatting, isn't it?"

Luan Zhao walked in front of him, and the young chrysanthemum tightened and swallowed his saliva violently.

But Luan Zhao didn't move him, but smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood today, I forgive you, but you..."

looked at Brother Scar, and instantly turned cold.

"I, I, big brother, you see, I'm locked..."

Scar shivered and raised his hands with an embarrassed smile, his hairs standing on end as if he was being targeted by some kind of beast.

"Ahh

"You still want to run away, don't you, run and I'll take a look, huh? Run, you, why don't you run? ”

"Big brother, I was wrong, wrong, ahhhh

'Splitting muscles and wrong bones', this is the joking name of this kind of joint technique by Luan Zhao's comrades-in-arms when he was in the army in the past.

When the amphibious reconnaissance company conducted anti-torture training, they did not suffer less, and they did not use it less on their comrades-in-arms, and they became extremely proficient in this after a long time.

In less than two minutes, Scar was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his tongue sticking out, and his face was full of lovelessness.

Luan Zhao said disdainfully: "Bah, I don't have the strength to be beaten, so I still come out to be a black club with this kind of ability?" ”

Brother Scar cried silently, leaving two lines of tears.

All the thugs around them were silent and shivering, and they all lowered their heads like ostriches.

After teaching the dishonest goods a lesson, Luan Zhao took out his mobile phone and was about to call the police, when he suddenly stopped.

He thought about it for a moment and dialed Mao Youdao's phone number.

After a while, the cat was connected.

I heard the voice of the opera in my ears: "Silk ~~~Your Excellency~~Jing~Wen~Chapter..."

Luan Zhao's forehead darkened, and his brain instantly made up the picture:

A fat big orange, lying on a rocking chair, wearing eyes, listening to the play, while playing with small paws, his tail swaying constantly.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Mao Youdao picked up the mobile phone, and his loud voice drowned out the sound of opera.

Luan Zhao asked, "Brother Mao, aren't you in the Haitian Club?" ”

"Oh, I changed my taste today, and I came to the teahouse to listen to the music, and the lyrics are really good. By the way, I remembered when you said that you were in the clubhouse, and that morning, Technician 18 and Technician 25 asked me where you were going, and asked me for your contact information. It's okay, boy, tsk, the majesty is a little lower than that of my brother, and you're still playing..."

"Brother Cat, Brother Cat, I have something important to do, you hurry up, solve the case, and I killed the weirdness."

Luan Zhao hurriedly stopped his nonsense.

"What a weird crime?"

"Absolutely."

"Oh, it's good to solve it, then if you want to go back, go back first, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

"No, it's a big benefit for you to come over!"

"Huh? Where you are, I'll be there right away. ”

After putting down the phone, Luan Zhao sighed slightly.

This time it's over, I know I shouldn't have coveted him for a treat.

The cat has a big mouth, and it is estimated that he will have to say everything, and I am afraid that he will be judged in the bureau in the future...