The police car was the last layer of protection provided by these policemen to Mo Zhenzhen. Although Mo Zhenzhen didn't know the principle and specific situation, since they left the police car to her, it must be of great use.
An Qiaozhen drove into the motorcade and connected to the chain under the command of the police outside. Mo Zhenzhen did not get out of the car from the beginning to the end, and An Qiaozhen was busy working all the time.
Mo Zhenzhen looked at the busy crowd outside the car window like an outsider, and looked at the blue sky from time to time. No one knew what she was thinking.
When everything was done and ready to go, Mo Zhenzhen suddenly took out another plastic bag with almost five kilograms of Yinmu powder in it.
Mo Zhenzhen handed the bag of things out of the car window. All the nearby police officers looked at the bag of things and quickly took it.
After the things were in hand, the policeman who took them came back to his senses.
It was an old policeman. He stared at the bag of Yinmu powder for a while, and finally sighed.
"So you still have it."
The old policeman just sighed, and then began to call the other three commanding policemen to come over, and began to divide the Yinmu powder and send it to the place where they wanted to light the incense.
They wanted to burn incense in more than one place, burning incense in batches to buy more time.
Now that they have these five kilograms of Yinmu powder, they can obviously be more relaxed.
The three policemen quickly stepped forward and divided the bag of Yinmu powder. When the three policemen left without stopping, Mo Zhenzhen suddenly asked the old policeman.
"Can you tell me how you released the souls of the dead?"
The old policeman was originally looking far away in the direction in which the three policemen were leaving. But now after hearing Mo Zhenzhen's question, he was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"Little guy, are you willing to take the public exam after you go out?"
As the old policeman said this, he subconsciously touched his trouser pocket again and again, as if he wanted to take something out, but he came up empty.
Just as the old policeman lowered his head, the sound of a lighter attracted the old policeman's attention.
Mo Zhenzhen in the police car was holding a cigarette and burning it on the flame of the lighter. After a while, the cigarette started to burn. Mo Zhenzhen waved the cigarette to the old policeman, and then put the cigarette in the police car. on the window of the police car.
As the smoke curled up, a cigarette appeared in the old policeman's hand.
The old policeman looked very surprised. He picked it up with a smile and took two strong puffs. As he puffed away the smoke, the old policeman's expression became more nostalgic and comfortable.
"That's it. I haven't smoked it since the day I died."
Ghosts are actually very taboo about telling people how they died, because it will remind them of the pain of death.
But the old policeman talked about it very calmly. He even made a "tsk-tsk" sound twice, puffing away his words and complaining at the same time.
"We all want to live for a long time. If we can't eat or drink, what's the point of living for a long time?"
After taking another deep puff of the cigarette, the old policeman's expression showed a subtle change.
He seemed a little sad, but he suppressed the sadness. He took two more puffs of cigarette, and the smoke blurred his expression.
"They are all a bunch of ignorant kids."
After saying this, the old policeman turned his attention to Mo Zhenzhen again, and said with a smile.
"Do you want to take the public exam? You little girl has quite an idea. Do you want to take the public exam? The income is guaranteed to be good despite droughts and floods. Do you want to give it a try?"
What the old policeman meant was that Mo Zhenzhen was arrogant and had not taken out the five kilograms of Yin Mu powder left earlier. If he took it out at this time, he must have Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.
The old policeman had many guesses about Mo Zhenzhen's thoughts, but those guesses were no longer counted now.
She took out the Yinmu powder and made plans to take people away, so all speculations and suspicions ended here. Mo Zhenzhen was just a hero who sacrificed herself for others. She could obviously escape by herself but chose to take the people who were still alive in the city with her. For others, she is the hero.
The old policeman continued to take a few puffs of cigarette. His eyes were a little red, either from smoke or something else.
"The public examination is actually very good. My daughter is taking the public examination. She wanted to be a police officer but her physical condition was not good enough and she was rejected. She wanted to be a soldier because she was short-sighted. In the end, she jumped high school and wanted to take the public examination. She didn't see her when she was preparing for the college entrance examination. She has that energy, haha.”
The old policeman took several more puffs. Virtual cigarettes have this benefit. As long as the real cigarette is not burned out, the virtual cigarette will always exist.
But even if the old policeman controlled it, such a violent smoking method would still make the cigarette burn quickly.
Before the cigarette went out, Mo Zhenzhen lit another one and inserted it next to the previous one.
The cigarette butt held by the old policeman's fingers suddenly grew a section. The old policeman laughed, touched his eyes and said to Mo Zhenzhen.
"I wish my daughter had half the brain you have... You want to know how we free the soul from the dead? It's actually very simple, we just need to 'capture' him."
Mo Zhenzhen didn't understand. While smoking, the old policeman fumbled around his waist and took off a bright handcuff.
The handcuffs were thrown in through the window opening by the old policeman. Mo Zhenzhen caught them subconsciously, and then she couldn't help but raise her brows.
This is actually a prop, and a very powerful one at that.
The old policeman leaned against the police car and continued to smoke, talking to Mo Zhenzhen while smoking.
"This thing is like a black and white mourning stick. As long as the dead person's hand and mine are brought together, and then pulled, the soul in the corpse can be pulled out."
The old policeman rummaged in his pocket and took out the key to the handcuffs, then threw them in along the crack of the car window.
"I don't quite understand what's going on, and Zhang Qingyue didn't explain it clearly to us. I only know how to use it, but not the rest."
The key was not big, lying quietly in Mo Zhenzhen's hand, making her feel the same strong feeling.
So this key is also a prop.
The old policeman was smoking cigarette fumblingly, as if she had no intention of taking these two things back, so after thinking about it, she put them all close to her body, which was a big gain.
Of course, Mo Zhenzhen did not take advantage of the old policeman.
She rummaged through the bag next to her and took out a bottle of Erguotou and a carton of cigarettes.
As soon as the things were taken out, the old policeman turned his head as if he smelled them. When he saw these two things, the old policeman's eyes lit up.
"Oh, little girl, you are too polite."
After saying he was so polite, the old policeman actually beamed.
