prisoner in the door

"I know that the white mist is formed by the accumulation of thick Yin Qi, and there are ghosts in the white mist."

Mo Zhenzhen interrupted the policeman calmly, and then repeated her question again.

"I can lead people through the white fog, comrade police, can you gather the living people in the city to evacuate with me?"

"How do you prove that what you say is true?"

"Give me your birth and death dates and names."

Instead of believing in Taoist priests, Mo Zhenzhen is more willing to believe in the ability of comrades in the police.

Even if she wasn't sure what every policeman thought, whether their beliefs were still loyal, Mo Zhenzhen still preferred the police.

After all, her request is not too much. There are already a lot of ghosts in the city, and there should not be many people left alive. Under such circumstances, let them go, as long as they have some kind thoughts Everyone should think about it.

The policeman on the opposite side discussed with his colleagues, and then reported their birth and death dates and names.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't hang up the phone after taking notes with paper, she put the phone against the wall on the altar, then pasted the written paper on the wall, took a new incense bowl, poured some incense ash into it, and then took A tael of yin wood powder was pinched into a tower shape and then ignited.

After lighting the yin wood powder, she began to burn incense for the policemen.

There were 12 people in total, and Mo Zhenzhen offered incense twelve times in total. Every time she did it, she silently recited the names and dates of birth and death on the paper.

These policemen had obviously not received good offerings after they died in the line of duty, and the incense burnt very quickly. As soon as she was about to insert the next one, the previous one was almost burned.

After a group of people took turns, when she picked up the phone again, the police over there were obviously relaxed and agitated a lot.

"Is this incense the way you said? You want to lure away the ghosts in the white mist? This will indeed buy you time, but the white mist is so thick that living people can't see anything when they enter it, and it's easy to get lost...you Where? We'll pick you up, you come to the police station, we'll make a plan!"

As policemen, they obviously need to be more sensitive. Before Mo Zhenzhen said what she was going to do, they had already understood what Mo Zhenzhen meant, and someone behind the scenes had already started talking about it, and the tone was very excited. .

This time, Mo Zhenzhen reported her home address calmly, then continued to put away the connected phone, and continued offering incense to them.

Of course, she didn't forget to give Li Sanya a share when burning the incense, not only the incense, but also the yin wood powder.

If this is replaced by other players, they will definitely not do this.

The Yinmu powder that Mo Zhenzhen got seems to be a lot, but it is actually a non-renewable consumable.

Burning this to Li Sanya, who didn't respond at all, is really a waste, but Mo Zhenzhen couldn't stop her thinking too fast, and now she has completely converted from an atheist to a superstitious person.

After accepting the setting of ghosts, Mo Zhenzhen's standards for dealing with people also apply to ghosts.

Mo Zhenzhen believes that holding on to Buddha's feet when things come to an end is definitely not as good as three sticks of incense every day.

What's more, the owner of the white windmill is Li Sanya, the world is unscientific nowadays, who can guarantee that Li Sanya won't enjoy it?Who can guarantee that this white windmill is okay with Li Sanya?

Mo Zhenzhen's starting point is utilitarianism, but her goal is to live in this dangerous world, and to live well.

Mo Zhenzhen had just finished offering incense when there was a knock on the door of their house.

An Qiaozun, who had already counted the supplies and came back to guard behind Mo Zhenzhen, heard the knock on the door, and looked at Mo Zhenzhen first, and then she opened the door after receiving Mo Zhenzhen's nod for confirmation.

Standing outside the door were the same policemen who had been talking to Mo Zhenzhen before. A total of 12 people stood outside the door neatly.

They came quickly and silently, which is normal, ghosts are also ghosts, just after Mo Zhenzhen finished offering them incense, they could find them quickly by following the scent, this is the ability of ghosts.

To be honest, the scene of the twelve expressionless policemen standing outside the door was a bit scary. At least An Qiaozhe swallowed subconsciously, then made a smirk, and moved away obediently .

"Hello police uncles, do you want to come in?"

Uncle made these policemen laugh at this sentence, the policeman standing in the front looked at An Qiaoxun twice, and then joked.

"Why, you are An Qiaoxi, the one who lives in the mental hospital?"

After all, she was professionally trained, and Mo Zhenzhen's phone number was shining brightly. Even if they didn't pay attention at first, how could such bright clues not be found after so many professional policemen surrounded her for so long?
The police did not mention this matter on the phone because they had more important matters, but now they casually mentioned such a sentence, firstly, as a joke, and secondly, to remind them that they already knew their identities (black households), but because of The situation is urgent this time, as living people, they will not pursue it, so don't be afraid.

An Qiaoxi laughed a few times, looking a little silly, and then she also asked a question.

"Then, has my unfulfilling younger brother been caught?"

When asked this question, many policemen raised their eyebrows and paid more attention to her.

The policeman in the lead laughed and talked like a family chatter.

"No, your brother is quite powerful, and he is also very alert. He is still outside now, and he doesn't answer our calls."

What this means is that they called An Gonghui and got through, but later he stopped answering, and they couldn't find An Gonghui. Hui.

An Qiaoxun didn't know if she understood what the policeman meant, she just said it with a smile.

"It's okay, if you can't find it, you can't find it. How old is he, he can take care of himself."

Having said that, several young policemen wanted to ask questions.

Those who are policemen are more sensitive in this aspect. They are keenly aware of An Qiaoxun's "maliciousness" towards her brother. It seems that An Gonghui can't catch up with the opportunity to leave, and she is more gloating.

It's just that they didn't say these questions in the end, because the leading policeman stepped into the door first, and then said with a smile.

"Come in, come in, and talk here is the same. If you can send the masses out, it's best to send them out early."

That's right, the most important thing now is to send out the people who are still alive, everything else is trivial!
When the police came in, Mo Zhenzhen turned around with a smile on her face.

She turned her back to the altar, and the incense wafted from the altar. The policemen took a deep breath almost uncontrollably, and the smoke disappeared, and the incense in the incense bowl was also missing a lot.

Their expressions were visibly relieved by the naked eye, and it wasn't until then that their faces showed fatigue.

Even if he became a ghost, he couldn't bear the high-intensity work for more than a month.

In order to protect the remaining living people, they searched for the zombies hiding in the corners day and night to eliminate them.

That is to say, ghosts can move fast, don't need to sleep and have more energy, which living people dare not do.

But even if it is a ghost, it will be tiring.

After they took a break, they didn't continue to enjoy the incense, but started a detailed analysis of the matter of sending the living away without stopping.

It was only when they opened their mouths that Mo Zhenzhen asked a very crucial question.

"Can you guarantee that you are all for the good of the living?" Mo Zhenzhen asked tactfully whether their beliefs were still there. The 12 people were silent for a moment, and finally the leading policeman said with a smile.

"There are 16 people in our police station including forensic doctors." Then why only twelve of them came? "In this situation, it is normal for some people to waver in their beliefs, but I can guarantee that we really want to send the people who are still alive."

The leading policeman didn't elaborate, but pointed out Mo Zhenzhen's guess.

In fact, some of these 12 people may think that being a ghost is good, and they don't want to go to the rebirth.

But those who have this idea are not all bad people. The 12 of them have a unified idea at this moment. They want to send away the people who are still alive, and they don't want more people to be hurt.

Mo Zhenzhen's eyes swept across the young and immature faces, or the middle-aged and steady faces, and finally nodded.

She believed in the judgment of these people. After all, compared with ordinary people like her, the police were more professional in this regard.

Then Mo Zhenzhen told them.

"I come from the Li family in Hongzao Village. I don't know if you have heard of our village. Our village is also a big family in Shili Baxiang. There is an ancestral hall in the family. The ancestors enshrined in the ancestral hall are also famous people who have left history..." Mo Zhenzhen Instead of telling these policemen about her white windmill, she brought up the Li family.

It's not that Mo Zhenzhen is being dishonest, but that Mo Zhenzhen knows it clearly.

It's true that they wanted to send her away, but they might not be willing to let Mo Zhenzhen bring her back!
"...Every child born in our Li family will get an amulet. When they become adults, this amulet will be burned to ashes for us to drink. After that, no matter how far away, we can find our way home."

Mo Zhenzhen paused, and then showed a wry smile.

"I didn't believe this before, thinking it was a feudal superstition. But now that I'm trapped in this kind of place, I suddenly feel the direction of my home."

Speaking of which, Mo Zhenzhen closed her eyes and felt for a while, her body involuntarily adjusted her direction, and made a confirmation movement.

"It's right here. I can be sure that my home is over there. There is our Li family's ancestral hall over there. That is the direction of my home. I will never admit it wrong!"

These words were babbling, but after exchanging glances with the twelve policemen, they all agreed with Mo Zhenzhen's statement.

After all, just now, they also experienced the positioning of burning incense. After all, they have only been dead for more than a month, and they are still a group of new ghosts. They were fooled by Mo Zhenzhen just like that, and their trust level was as high as 80.00%!

"Are you sure what you said is true? This is not a child's play. If possible, we would like you to try it first."

Mo Zhenzhen shook her head after hearing this.

"No, I also want to prove it to you, but I can only sense that the direction of home cannot be reversed, which means that I can only lead people away, and cannot go back."

At this moment, a young policeman blurted out a question.

"Isn't it okay to tie a rope around your body?"

Mo Zhenzhen shook her head, and said seriously.

"I also know a little bit about the white mist. There are some stories passed down in the clan to scare children. The mist is dangerous. You can't go back in the mist."

The little policeman frowned tightly, shut his mouth tightly, and stopped talking.

What Mo Zhenzhen said about being able to distinguish directions in the fog can be regarded as solving the problem of getting lost in the white fog, and this seemingly risky plan has the possibility of being implemented.

Mo Zhenzhen took out a box of Yinmu powder, and as soon as it was taken out, almost all the policemen's eyes fell on the box.

Mo Zhenzhen sent the box forward and handed it directly to the leading policeman standing in front of him.

"This is a special incense made by our family. It is used for offering sacrifices to our ancestors. It is very attractive to ghost bodies. You should have tasted it before."

The leading policeman nodded, and then opened the box. Most of the box was filled with Yinmu powder, which should be more than a catty.

"Is that all?"

Mo Zhenzhen nodded and said seriously.

"That's all."

Well, then we can organize the plan.

The planning ability of these policemen is more comprehensive than that of Mo Zhenzhen, because they are local policemen, and they know more about the city than Mo Zhenzhen, and they are ghosts, so they are more careful about any dangers in this city. I know it well.

For example, the overly powerful zombie that suddenly appeared today has a strong sense of presence because of its strength. They can feel that zombie is in this community, which makes them very vigilant.

And this feeling also allows them to evade this powerful zombie.

The final plan was finalized two days later. Before the police left, they specifically told Mo Zhenzhen not to leave the house, to close the windows and doors for the next two days and not to open the door to anyone. If they came, they would call Mo Zhenzhen. Don't answer even knocks on the door outside, and don't let anyone knock on the door.

After confirming that Mo Zhenzhen had the hope of leading the living away, her personal safety was also raised to the top priority.

After seeing off the outsiders, An Qiaoxun was finally able to ask the question in her heart.