On the straight mountain road, a group of frightened people decided to call the police immediately and ask someone to help, but who knew that the police were not so easy to report.

After all, in the middle of the night, I received a call claiming that dozens of people were playing the game of 'haunted house exploration' in the abandoned mine at night, and suddenly received a terrorist attack in the dark, and vaguely saw that the attackers seemed to be a group of spiders with human heads, small dwarf monsters and birds of prey with human body and bird heads, and the first feeling of the operator lady of the 110 alarm station was naturally that someone had made a harassing call.

The police call was hung up twice in succession because of this, and when it was connected again for the third time, everyone had to take turns to go into battle, talking to the operator of the alarm station one by one, and repeatedly assured that although what he said was bizarre, it was really a fact that had just happened, and it was by no means drunk or drugged, and it was a waste of public police resources to report false police.

After hearing the earnest assurances again and again, the last warning voice of the 110 operator finally came from the mobile phone, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me make it clear again, your phone has been recorded, if it is really malicious harassment, you may even be investigated for criminal responsibility..."

"Are you deaf or an idiot, do you know that more than 20 people have been killed and disappeared here," the short short-haired girl among the survivors who first asked for the police was already tense to the extreme, and was finally 'ignited' by the distrust and verbosity repeatedly expressed by the operator, and suddenly yelled at the phone out of control: "I want to sue you, accuse you of dereliction of duty."

I don't care about dozens of lives, ask, ask, ask, ask, what do you ask, you slut who plays idiot with ordinary people's tax money..."

In addition to grief and indignation, this hoarse roar also revealed a real despair and fear, and the infected alarm station wiring lady trembled unconsciously.

Intuitively realizing that there might be a serious criminal case on the other end of the phone, her tone immediately became nervous, "This young lady, please calm down, report where you are now, and I will immediately notify the nearby police to be on duty?"

After venting despite a qiē, the spirit of the short short-haired girl has completely collapsed, and she can only walk abruptly;

While cursing and crying with a vague mouth, looking at her like this, the other girls couldn't help but start to cry silently with twitching shoulders.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muzi could only sigh, took the phone from the short-haired girl, and said: "We will walk to the provincial highway immediately on the abandoned mine dirt road outside Tiangong Town on the outskirts of Yuanbei City. ”

"Okay, I've made a note of your location, don't worry, there will be a police officer coming soon, can you wait where you are?" asked the 110 operator.

"I'm afraid this won't work," Zhang Muzi replied expressionlessly: "Now except for me and my friend, all the girls are crying, and I am afraid that something will happen if I continue to stay in the wilderness." ”

"Well, first of all, please pay attention to your own safety and evacuate to a place away from danger as much as possible," the operator of the alarm station said professionally, "I will notify the police on duty of the number of this police number, and they will contact you later, please pay attention to keep the communication open." ”

"Okay, goodbye. Zhang Muzi nodded and hung up the phone, looked at the short short-haired girl who was gradually calming down, and said: "The police will contact the police in a while, can you put your mobile phone on me for the time being?"

"Hmm. The short-haired girl nodded with teary eyes, and the two of them had walked out of the mountain road and came to the wide provincial road cobblestone.

At this time, it was about ten o'clock in the evening, and although the traffic on the provincial road that runs through the whole island was much sparser than the rush hour at noon, it was still a noisy scene of cars coming and going, giving people an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Looking at the cars and motorcycles speeding by on the left and right, and then at the companions around them with complicated expressions, who seemed relieved and sad and dazed, Zhang Muzi said: "There are often motorcyclists racing here who travel at night, and it is easy to have accidents if you stay on the side of the road.

There is a bus shelter about four or five hundred meters to the north, so how about we go there and wait for the police?"

After going crazy and getting rid of the evil demons, Zhang Muzi, who led everyone all the way out of danger, has completely become the backbone of the fugitive team at this moment, and naturally no one objected to what he said.

A piece of limp said, "Okay." After that, everyone took advantage of the moonlight to walk north, walked for a few minutes, and sure enough, they saw a bus stop with a green hard plastic pergola, waiting seats and stop signs on the side of the road.

I didn't feel that my legs were sore and weak when I couldn't see the seat, but when I saw the waiting seat, everyone unconsciously quickened their pace, mustered up their last strength, and almost trotted into the shelter and sat down, and then they all collapsed on the seat in a muddy attitude.

No one spoke for a long time, only heavy wheezing sounded one after another, until the mobile phone in Zhang Muzi's pocket came out, "Baby Mi Mi is about to answer the phone, baby Mi...", Lu Wenhao first opened his mouth to remind the dead friend who looked at the distance in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking: "Fat Mu, the phone is ringing, it should be a call from the police, take it quickly." ”

"Oh. Zhang Muzi was in a trance, came back to his senses, his face hidden in the dark revealed a strange look, he slowly connected the mobile phone, and a man's voice with a cocked tongue immediately sounded in the earpiece, "We are police officers of the Xinbei Branch of the Yuanbei Police Station, may I ask if this number called the police just now?"

"Yes," Hearing this highly recognizable familiar voice, Zhang Muzi hesitated for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you the director of the Tiangong Town Police Station, Wu Tianren?"

Police stations are unique to East Asia, with police stations set up in mainland China under the leadership of the Red Regime, the Republic of China occupying Yuantai Island, the Korean Peninsula, and Nichimaru and Annam.

The fact that the police of this most basic police unit handled the report proved that Zhang Muzi and others' bizarre police calls were accepted, but they were still under strict suspicion from the police.

Because of this, when the young man who heard the reporter say his identity and name, the voice with his tongue cocked on the phone was stunned for a moment, and his tone changed, "What kind of cub are you, so uneasy, the false police report in the middle of the night is deliberately planning to provoke the official, and don't tell the truth quickly." ”

"Uncle Wu, I'm Muzi from Tianxing Palace," Zhang Muzi said in a deep voice: "At noon today, my friends from 'Yuanbei' came to our town for a spring outing, and in the evening, I 'pulled' more than 30 people to explore the abandoned mine pit, and encountered 'dirty things', but less than half of them escaped. ”

As a veteran sergeant who has worked for more than 20 years and has been patrolling the streets of Tiangong Town since the first day of 'going out on an errand', Wu Tianren knows the power of 'Tianxing Palace', and understands that although Zhang Muzi, who is the only descendant of the palace temple, is young and his personality is not very reliable, he is by no means the kind of 'rotten boy' who causes trouble for no reason.

However, in peacetime when there are non-natural disasters, the disappearance of a dozen or twenty people at a time is really enough to make headlines on major radio stations, newspapers and social pages, and even become a serious criminal case in international news.

Therefore, although he had already believed it in his heart, he still confirmed again with a dry voice: "Muzi, this kind of thing will cause ** annoyance, are you sure?"

"100% sure. After Zhang Muzi said in a categorical tone, he sighed, "Uncle Wu, you don't know how much I wish I was talking nonsense, but unfortunately it's not." ”

"Where are you now?" The luck in his heart was completely shattered, Wu Tianren's tone changed, and he asked solemnly.

"Signposted at the bus stop outside town. Zhang Muzi replied.

"You wait, we'll be there shortly. Wu Tianren said and hung up the phone.

Just two or three minutes later, a black and white police car with dazzling police lights on although it did not honk its horn sped out of Tiangong Town, and a brake stopped in front of Zhang Muzi and the others.

The doors on both sides opened, and under the leadership of a man wearing a light gray police uniform, blue cloth pants, and carrying two lines and one star on his shoulder, he was about 50 years old, dark-skinned, and looked like an aboriginal man from Yuantai Island.

Seeing a row of figures sitting on the waiting chairs at the bus stop, the middle-aged police officer rushed to the platform in three or two steps, looked around and asked in a deep voice: "Young man, it's the police who all of you reported together, where is Muzi?"

"Uncle Wu, aren't I right here? Seeing that Wu Tianren couldn't recognize himself, Zhang Muzi raised his hand, stood up and said.

Tiangong Town is just a small place, as a 'celebrity' Zhang Muzi's fat appearance can be regarded as widely known, at this moment seeing his completely different from the previous 'beautiful man' appearance, the four policemen of the town police station couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

"You, you are Muzi, hiss, listen carefully to the sound is a bit similar," stunned for a few seconds, Wu Tianren came back to his senses, looked at Zhang Muzi carefully through the moonlight and the lights of the police car, and said with nine points of suspicion and one point of belief: "If you look carefully at the facial features, there are also some similarities."

But Muzi I met him when I was patrolling at noon yesterday, and his arms are thicker than your thighs, so you could be him?"