Meng Bao'er replied cautiously, for fear of getting into trouble again, but she didn't have an ID card! Hey, she was really reincarnated and didn't read the yellow calendar, and she was unlucky to urge the ghost to die.

"Comrade policeman, this room is just me and my daughter, the two of us forgot to take the key when we went out, and my husband didn't come back, so I found a place to make do with a night, and my ID card is locked at home, can you make it convenient and accommodating?"

Meng Bao'er made it up very reasonably, and the police comrades also believed it a little, but the system was there, and they couldn't help it, "If you don't have an ID card, go back to the police station with us!"

Meng Bao'er almost didn't vomit blood, and ran to the police station three times a day? What kind of life is this? Is it possible to be targeted by Grandpa of the Declining God?

At this moment, someone in the corridor suddenly shouted: "It's on fire, it's on fire, put out the fire." ”

The police didn't have to think much about it and ran towards the place where the fire was burning, Meng Bao'er quickly picked up the little mango and ran out, but the stairs were just near the source of the fire, and there was already a fire there at the moment, and there was a thick smell of smoke wafting over. Most of the rooms in this building are separated by wooden boards, and once a fire breaks out, the fire will be uncontrollable.

Seeing that the fire was about to burn, Meng Bao'er took the little mango and retreated back into the house. The few policemen who rushed over to put out the fire just now have also retreated at this moment, so naturally they don't have time to ask Meng Bao'er for their ID cards at this time.

"You two come out quickly, let's find a way together!"

Meng Bao'er felt that these policemen were not bad people at the moment, so she followed them in the opposite direction of the fire.

Little Mango lay on Meng Bao'er's shoulder, looked at the fire not far away, remembered that someone outside was on fire just now, and asked curiously, "Mom, what is on fire?"

As she walked along with the crowd, Meng Bao'er explained, "When something is on fire, it's on fire! ”

"Will we be burned too?"

Meng Bao'er looked at the innocent eyes of the little mango, and replied firmly: "No!"

At this time, everyone had run to the end of the third floor, none of the rooms on this floor had windows, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor were all made of wooden planks, and everyone seemed to be facing the fear of death at the moment.

Only the little mango does not understand what death is.

The fire is getting closer and closer, Meng Bao'er can already feel the feeling of the skin on her body being burned, and more importantly, it has been covered with thick smoke, and she has been choking and coughing for a long time when she takes a breath.

Meng Bao'er really regretted it, it didn't matter if she died, but what about the little mango? Why should she take a gamble and not take the little mango home? What should she do now?

Little Mango was about to be suffocated by the smoke at this moment, and said softly with the last bit of strength: "Mom, I'm about to be burned, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll save you!"

After Meng Bao'er finished speaking, she quickly put down the little mango, stacked her hands up and down, hanging them on her chest, concentrating, chanting the spell lightly, a red light converged between her hands, slowly getting bigger, until the entire space was filled with red light, and in the next moment, everyone was taken out of the fire and lay on the road.

At this time, it was late at night, the road was deserted, Meng Bao'er didn't have time to care about the others, picked up the little mango and ran towards the hospital.