"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 calmly interrupted the policeman, 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 dates of birth and death and your names."
Rather than trusting Taoist priests, Mo Zhenzhen preferred to trust the abilities of police comrades.
Even if she wasn't sure what every police officer was thinking and whether their beliefs were still loyal, Mo Zhenzhen still preferred the police.
After all, her request is not excessive. 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 there are still some good thoughts in their hearts. Everyone should consider it.
The policeman opposite discussed with his colleagues and then actually reported their dates of birth and death and their names.
Mo Zhenzhen didn't hang up the phone after writing it down with paper. She put the phone against the wall on the altar table, then posted the writing paper on the wall, took a new incense bowl, poured some incense ash into it, and then took out One tael of Yinmu powder was made into a tower shape and then lit.
After lighting the Yinmu powder, she started to incense the policemen again.
There were twelve people in total. Mo Zhenzhen burned the incense twelve times in total. Each time she burned the incense, she silently recited the names and dates of birth and death on the paper in her heart.
These police officers obviously did not receive good worship after they died in the line of duty. The incense burned very quickly. Just as she was about to insert the next one, the previous one was almost burnt.
A group of people came down, and when she picked up the phone again, the policeman over there was obviously much more relaxed and excited.
"Are these incense the method you mentioned? Do you want to lure away the ghosts in the white mist? This can indeed buy you time, but the white mist is so thick that a living person cannot see anything when entering it, and it is easy to get lost... You Where else? We'll pick you up, come to the police station, and we'll make a plan!"
As police officers, they obviously need to be more alert. Before Mo Zhenzhen said what she was going to do, they already understood what Mo Zhenzhen meant, and there were people behind the scenes starting to discuss it in a very excited tone. .
This time, Mo Zhenzhen calmly reported her home address, then continued to put away the phone that was on, and continued to offer incense to them.
Of course, she didn't forget to give Li Sanya a portion when she burned the incense. Not only the incense, but also the Yinmu powder was burned.
If it were another player, they would definitely not do this.
The Yinmu powder Mo Zhenzhen received seemed to be a lot, but it was actually a consumable item that could not be regenerated.
Burning this to Li Sanya, who had no response at all, was really a waste, but Mo Zhenzhen couldn't help but her mind was spinning too fast, and now she had completely converted from an atheist to a superstitious person.
After accepting the setting of the supernatural, Mo Zhenzhen's standards for how to behave were also applied to ghosts.
Mo Zhenzhen believed that cramming for help at the last minute would not be as good as burning three sticks of incense every day.
What's more, the owner of the white windmill is Li Sanya. In today's unscientific world, who can guarantee that Li Sanya won't be able to enjoy it? Who can guarantee that this white windmill has nothing to do with Li Sanya?
Mo Zhenzhen's starting point is utilitarian, but her purpose is just to live well in this dangerous world.
Mo Zhenzhen had just finished lighting the incense when there was a knock on their door.
An Qiaoxuan, who had returned from counting the supplies and was standing behind Mo Zhenzhen, heard the knock on the door. She looked at Mo Zhenzhen first, and then opened the door after receiving Mo Zhenzhen's nod of confirmation.
Standing outside the door were the police officers who had spoken to Mo Zhenzhen before. There were twelve people in total, standing neatly outside the door.
They came very quickly and quietly, which is normal. Demons are also ghosts. Mo Zhenzhen had just finished offering incense to them, and they could find them quickly by following the scent. This is the ability of ghosts.
To be honest, the scene of twelve expressionless policemen standing outside the door was still a bit scary. At least An Qiaoxuan swallowed subconsciously, then put on a silly smile and got out of the way obediently. .
"Hello police uncles, do you want to come in?"
This sentence made the policemen laugh. The policeman standing at the front looked at An Qiaoxuan twice, and then joked.
"Why, are you An Qiaoxuan, the one who lives in the mental hospital?"
After all, they were professionally trained. Mo Zhenzhen's phone number was obvious. Even if they didn't pay attention at first, there were so many professional police officers surrounding her for such a long time. How could such obvious clues not be uncovered?
The police didn't mention this matter on the phone because there were more important things, but now they mentioned it casually, firstly as a joke, and secondly to remind them that they already knew their identity (undercover), but because of The situation this time is urgent, and as living persons they cannot pursue it, so they should not be afraid.
An Qiaozhen laughed twice, looking a little silly, and then she also asked.
"Then, has my unlucky brother been caught?"
When she asked this question, many police officers raised their eyebrows and paid more attention to her.
The policeman at the head was smiling and talking as if talking about everyday things.
"No, your brother is quite powerful and alert. He is still outside now and he has not answered our calls."
What this means is that they called An Gonghui and got through, but then he stopped answering, and they couldn't find An Gonghui. Therefore, they might not be able to take An Gong with them when sending a living person away this time. Hui.
An Qiaoxuan didn't know whether she understood what the police meant, she just said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter. If you can't find it, then you can't find it. He's grown up, he can take care of himself."
As soon as he said this, several young policemen wanted to ask questions.
Police officers are more sensitive in this regard. They are keenly aware of An Qiaoxuan's "malice" towards her brother. It seems that An Gonghui cannot catch up with the opportunity to leave, and she is more gloating about his misfortune.
But they didn't say these questions in the end, because the leading policeman stepped through the door first, and then said with a smile.
"Come in, come in, it's the same as talking here. If we can send the masses out, it's best to send them out early."
Yes, the most important thing now is to send the people who are still alive out, everything else is trivial!
When the police came in, Mo Zhenzhen turned around with a smile.
She turned her back to the offering table, and the aroma was lingering on the offering table. The policemen all took a deep breath almost uncontrollably. The curling smoke disappeared, and the incense inserted in the incense bowl was also missing a lot.
Their expressions were visibly relieved, and it was only then that their faces showed signs of fatigue.
Even if I become a ghost, I can't endure more than a month of high-intensity work.
In order to protect the only remaining living people, they searched for the zombies hiding in the nooks and crannies day and night to eliminate them.
That is to say, ghosts move fast, don't need to sleep and have high energy. Living people would not dare to do this.
But even if you are a ghost, you will still be tired.
After they calmed down, they did not continue to enjoy the incense, but started a detailed analysis of the matter of sending the living people away without stopping.
Just when they opened their mouths, Mo Zhenzhen asked a very crucial question.
"Can you guarantee that you are all doing this for the sake of living people?" Mo Zhenzhen asked tactfully whether their beliefs still remained. The twelve people were silent for a moment, and finally the leading policeman said with a smile.
"We have a total of sixteen people in the police station including forensic doctors." Then why did only twelve of them come? "Under such circumstances, it is normal for some people to waver in their beliefs, but I can guarantee that we sincerely want to send away the people who are still alive."
The leading police officer did not elaborate, but he also pointed out Mo Zhenzhen's guess.
In fact, there may be some among these twelve people who think it is good to be a ghost and do not want to go to the afterlife.
But people who have this idea are not all bad people. The twelve of them have the same idea at this moment. They want to send away those who are still alive and do not want more people to be harmed.
Mo Zhenzhen's eyes swept across the faces, which ranged from young and immature to middle-aged and steady, and finally nodded.
She believed in the judgment of these people. After all, compared with ordinary people like herself, 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 one in eight villages. There is an ancestral hall in the family, and the ancestors enshrined in the ancestral hall are also important people who have left a lasting name in history..." Mo Zhenzhen Instead of telling the police about her white windmill, she talked about the Li family.
This is not because Mo Zhenzhen is not honest, but because Mo Zhenzhen knows it clearly.
It is true that they want to send people away, but they may not be willing to let Mo Zhenzhen bring people back again!
"...Every child born in our Li family will receive an amulet. When we grow up, this amulet will be burned to ashes for us to drink. After that, no matter how far away we are, we can find our way home."
Mo Zhenzhen paused, then showed a wry smile.
"I didn't believe this before, thinking it was feudal superstition. But now that I'm trapped in a place like this, I suddenly feel the direction of home."
As she spoke, Mo Zhenzhen closed her eyes and felt for a while, then her body adjusted its direction involuntarily and made a confirmation movement.
"It's right here. I can be sure that my home is over there. There is the ancestral hall of our Li family over there. That is the direction of my home. I will never admit it wrong!"
This was a confusing statement, but after communicating with each other with their eyes, the twelve policemen all agreed with Mo Zhenzhen's statement.
After all, they had experienced burning incense just now. After all, they had only been dead for more than a month, and they were still a group of new ghosts. They were fooled by Mo Zhenzhen, and their trust level was as high as 80%!
"Are you sure what you said is true? This is not a child's play. If possible, we would like to ask 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 the direction of home and cannot go in the opposite direction. That means I can only take people away and cannot go back."
At this time, a young policeman blurted out and asked.
"Wouldn't it be better to tie a rope around you?"
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, closed his mouth tightly, and stopped talking.
What Mo Zhenzhen said about being able to identify the direction in the fog solved the problem of being easily lost in the white fog. This seemingly risky plan became feasible.
Mo Zhenzhen took out a box of Yinmu powder. As soon as she took it out, almost all the policemen's eyes fell on the box.
Mo Zhenzhen moved the box forward and handed it directly to the leading policeman standing in front of her.
"This is a special incense made in our clan. It is used to offer offerings to our ancestors. It has a great attraction to ghost bodies. You should have tasted it before."
The leading policeman nodded, and then opened the box. Most of the box contained Yinmu powder, which weighed more than a kilogram.
"Is that all?"
Mo Zhenzhen nodded and said seriously.
"That's all."
Okay, then we can organize the plan.
These police officers have more comprehensive planning capabilities than Mo Zhenzhen, because they are local police and know the city much better than Mo Zhenzhen. Moreover, they are ghosts, and they are more aware of the dangers in the city. Know everything.
For example, the overly powerful zombie that suddenly appeared today had a strong sense of presence because of its power. They could feel that the zombie was in the community, which made them very vigilant.
And this feeling also allows them to avoid 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. They should close the windows and doors for two days and not open the door to anyone. If they came, they would call Mo Zhenzhen. Except for them, no one would be allowed to leave the house. Don't answer any knocks on the door, and don't knock on the door.
After it was determined that Mo Zhenzhen had the hope of leading the living people away, her personal safety was also raised to the highest priority.
After seeing the outsider away, An Qiaoxun was finally able to ask the questions in her heart.
