prisoner in the door

This report was only reported in local newspapers, and Mo Zhenzhen suddenly realized that it should be about the local police station.

She looked at both sides of the report carefully, and finally her eyes fell on the name of the reporter who reported the news——Chen Jiamei.

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Mo Zhenzhen ate this meal for about an hour, barely finished the noodles, only a few chopsticks for the fish, and a large bowl of cucumbers.

At the checkout, the aunt was very enthusiastic, without Mo Zhenzhen saying, she took out a plastic bag and packed all Mo Zhenzhen's unfinished food.

Carrying a plastic bag, Mo Zhenzhen took a parasol and walked around the neighborhood. She didn't see the newsstand that the aunt was talking about, but only saw a waste collection station nearby.

Mo Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment, then walked in anyway.

This waste collection station should be converted from a residential building. The area inside is small, and there are many sundries piled up. An old man is busy working in it, and because of his age, his movements are not smooth.

He didn't notice that Mo Zhenzhen stood at the door for a long time, and was absorbed in cleaning up piles of newspapers scattered on the ground.

"Grandpa, can you show me these newspapers?"

Mo Zhenzhen's sudden voice caught the old man's attention, he straightened up slowly while supporting his waist, looking at Mo Zhenzhen with blank eyes.

"What did you say, girl?"

The old man's ears are not very good, and he couldn't hear Mo Zhenzhen's voice clearly.

Then Mo Zhenzhen said it again.

The old man didn't refuse, he nodded and moved away, signaling Mo Zhenzhen to watch it by himself.

The old man's newspapers are all old newspapers. He was lucky enough to receive this batch from a certain unit. The time span of the newspapers is just over a month.

Mo Zhenzhen put the packaged food in her hand to a corner beside her, then squatted down and rummaged through it.

There is no need to search carefully, these newspapers are accumulated day by day, so the time is right.

……

Mo Zhenzhen stayed with the old man until the sunset. She didn't read the old man's newspaper in vain. Before leaving, she left 20 yuan. The old man seemed a little embarrassed when he saw the money, but finally accepted it.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't take anything with her when she left, not the newspaper, nor the bag of packed food.

She was thinking things along the way.

According to the timeline, Mo Zhenzhen sorted out the information she got today.

First of all, the city has not been very good for more than a month.

A lot of things happened this month. Several rabies patients suddenly appeared, and the armed police were dispatched to arrest them.

The city issued an order to arrest wild cats and dogs more than half a month ago. This order is still in force today, and the wild cats and dogs in the city have disappeared.

There have been many vicious attacks on blood donation vehicles in the city, medical staff were injured, and the fresh blood in the blood donation vehicles was destroyed.

A large hospital in the city was ordered to rectify. It is said that there was a serious fire problem, and it has been closed until now, which has affected the medical treatment of the people in the city...

There are many such things. This month, the city issued many policies and orders, which seem to be unrelated, but so many orders issued in one month have been used to this day, which in itself is a connection.

Again, this is unreasonable.

It's not that there's anything unreasonable about these orders, but that this kind of cover-up makes people feel unreasonable.

As a government agency that manages a city, under normal circumstances, it will not issue such mandatory orders continuously and intensively.

Mo Zhenzhen can only think of urgency in such a continuous and intensive way of giving orders, and the crisis needs to be controlled urgently.

But the reports in the newspapers were slack, and Mo Zhenzhen felt that the city was peaceful, and it didn't seem like any major event had happened.

If it weren't for the sudden convulsions of the city's managers, Mo Zhenzhen could only think of one explanation, that is, the crisis was suppressed under the storm, and someone deliberately maintained the current situation.

The more careful the investigation, the more Mo Zhenzhen felt that the matter was not simple.

It seems that there is a crisis silently covering the city. Someone has noticed it and quickly started to suppress it. However, judging from the information reported in the newspaper, this crisis has not been resolved.

If it wasn't for the fact that the player couldn't leave the mission location, Mo Zhenzhen would have wanted to drive away overnight.

This is not Hongzao Village. This is a city with a population of more than 20. The security force here is complete, and the forces of all walks of life are united. It can make such a big city unstoppable. Can this be a trivial matter?

Moreover, the point that Mo Zhenzhen cares most is that not all newspapers have reported these things. If there is only one newspaper that reports the most comprehensive reports, and these reports occupy a very small half, it seems to be mentioned casually. One thing is average.

Moreover, the editor and reporter of these reports are the same person - Chen Jiamei.

She wanted to leave, but she couldn't help it. She was a player, and even if she knew that there was something important going on, she could only die and stay.

Mo Zhenzhen felt a little upset, but she didn't forget to go to the grain and oil store when she got home. She bought [-] catties of rice, [-] catties of flour, and [-] barrels of oil.

Because of the large quantity, the little brother who sells grain and oil is willing to deliver the goods to the door.

Then she went to the vegetable market again and bought fifty catties of eggs, fifty salted duck eggs, five catties of white sugar, five catties of rock sugar, and some salt.

If it weren't for sugar, which is a restricted item and cannot be bought in excess, Mo Zhenzhen really wanted to buy it and store it for a hundred catties.

The little brother from the grain and oil store helped her to deliver these things upstairs. It was almost dark when she returned home, and the enthusiastic little brother was sent away. Mo Zhenzhen went around the house as usual to make sure that there was no one else in the room. Finally, he rolled up his sleeves and started working.

She needs to bake more sugar cakes that can be prevented. It doesn't matter whether there will be a crisis in this city, and it doesn't matter whether these cakes can be used later, it is always good to prepare early.

……

When Mo Zhenzhen was preparing supplies at home, An Gonghui was cleaning up the room in 25-3 of Building 1.

An Qiaozun was not idle either, she was cleaning up the kitchen, talking to An Gonghui about Mo Zhenzhen while cleaning up.

"I don't know how the beautiful young lady is doing now, has she found a place to live, will she sleep outside... Oh! When I think that the young lady will go home like a cat, my heart aches!"

An Qiaozun covered her chest while talking, her round face wrinkled into a ball, it could be seen that she was really distressed.

An Gonghui, who was mopping the floor, remained silent, but gave her a blank look.

At this moment, An Qiaozi got angry when she saw An Gonghui waving in front of her, and she opened her mouth to scold him.

"It's all you, why didn't you help me find Miss Sister if you were so smart! You insisted on bringing me to live in a 'haunted house'!"

An Gonghui still didn't speak, An Qiaoxun became more and more angry when he thought about it, and the steel wool ball in his hand flew towards him.

An Gonghui seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. When the steel wool ball was thrown towards him, he subconsciously dodged for a while, but he couldn't dodge it, and was hit on the back by the steel wool ball stained with detergent.

He glanced back at the part of his clothes that was covered with foam, but he didn't care about it. He silently picked up the steel wool ball that fell on the ground, and then explained to An Qiaoxun.

"She's not as useless as you think." The first time she entered the world inside the door, she got two identity cards, and any old man with some mission experience would understand what this meant.

This means that a player solo killed the boss in the world inside the door!

So An Gonghui didn't think it was necessary to go out and find the other party. He might be even stronger than the two of them.

An Qiaozun was unhappy when he heard An Gonghui's words, and retorted with his arms akimbo.

"What's wrong with my young lady? If you are amazing, you don't need protection? If you are amazing, you won't meet bad guys? If you are amazing, you can make money out of thin air? The second time, Miss Sister encounters the composite world. I don't know where she is now, and if she will encounter any trouble."

The more An Qiaozun talked, the more worried she became, but An Gonghui felt that An Qiaozun was worrying unfoundedly.

He tossed the steel wool back and continued mopping the floor.

"Instead of worrying about her, you might as well prepare the food quickly. For safety's sake, we have to prepare ten days' worth of food at once this time."

An Qiao curled her lips and looked at the flour bag at her feet, still dissatisfied.

"How can this be enough for ten days?"

this point?How could fifty catties of flour not be enough for them to feed for ten days?

An Gonghui turned his head and ignored her, while An Qiao let herself be thought about, still worrying about her beautiful lady.