"I know that the white mist is made up of a thick Yin Qi, and there are ghosts in the white mist."

Mo Zhenzhen calmly interrupted the policeman's words, and then repeated her question again.

"Can I lead people through the white fog, comrade policeman, can you gather the living people in the city and evacuate with me?"

"How are you going to prove that what you say is true?"

"Give me your dates and names of birth, death, and death."

Instead of believing in Taoist priests, Mo Zhenzhen prefers to believe in the ability of police comrades.

Even if she can't be sure what every police officer thinks, and can't be sure whether their beliefs are still loyal, Mo Zhenzhen is still more inclined to the police.

After all, her request is not too much, the number of ghosts in the city is already a lot, and there should not be many people left who are still alive, in this case, let them go, as long as there are still some good thoughts in their hearts, they should be considered.

The policeman on the other side consulted with his colleagues, and then reported their dates and names of birth and death.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't hang up the phone after writing it down with a piece of paper, she put the phone against the wall on the offering table, then pasted the written paper on the wall, took a new incense bowl, poured some incense ash into it, and then she took a tael of yin wood powder and pinched it into a tower shape and lit it.

After lighting the yin wood powder, she began to incense the policemen again.

There are a total of twelve people, and Mo Zhenzhen has taken incense twelve times, and every time she goes up, she silently recites the name and date of birth and death on the paper in her heart.

These policemen obviously did not receive a good offering after they died in the line of duty, and the incense burned very quickly, and she was just about to insert the next one, and the previous one was almost burning.

A group of people came down, and when she picked up the phone again, the police officer over there was obviously much more relaxed and excited.

"Is that the way you are talking about these incense? Do you want to lure away the ghosts in the white mist? This will indeed buy you time, but the white fog is so thick that the living cannot see anything when they enter it, and it is easy to get lost...... Where are you? We're going to pick you up, you come to the police station, we'll make a plan! ”

As police officers, they obviously have to be more sensitive, Mo Zhenzhen hasn't said what they want to do, they have already understood what Mo Zhenzhen meant, and someone behind them has already started to talk about it, and their tones are very excited.

This time, Mo Zhenzhen calmly reported her address, and then continued to put away the phone and began to continue to incense them.

Of course, when she put on the incense, she didn't forget to give Li Sanya a copy, not only the incense, but also the yin wood powder.

If it were another player, it would never have been done.

Mo Zhenzhen got a lot of yin wood powder, but it was actually a consumable that could not be regenerated.

It is really a waste to burn this for Li Sanya, who has no response at all, but he can't stop Mo Zhenzhen's brain from turning too fast, and now he has completely transformed from an atheist to a superstitious element.

After accepting the setting of the supernatural, Mo Zhenzhen's standards for dealing with the world were also applied to the ghosts.

Mo Zhenzhen believes that when things come to an end, cramming Buddha's feet will inevitably not be as good as three incense sticks a day.

What's more, the owner of the white windmill is Li Sanya, and now that the world is not scientific, who can guarantee that Li Sanya will not be able to enjoy it? Who can guarantee that this white windmill and Li Sanya will have nothing to do with it?

Mo Zhenzhen's starting point is utilitarian, and the purpose is just to live in this dangerous world, and still live well.

Mo Zhenzhen had just finished offering incense, and there was a knock on the door of their house.

An Qiaoqi, who had already returned from counting the supplies and was guarding behind Mo Zhenzhen, heard a knock on the door, first glanced at Mo Zhenzhen, and only after getting Mo Zhenzhen's nod and confirmation did she go to open the door.

Standing outside the door was the policeman who had spoken to Mo Zhenzhen before, a total of twelve people, standing outside the door in a neat and complete manner.

They came quickly and quietly, this is also normal, ghosts are also ghosts, Mo Zhenzhen just finished giving them incense, they can quickly find it by following the fragrance, this is the ability of ghosts.

To be honest, the scene of twelve expressionless policemen standing outside the door is still a bit scary, at least An Qiaoqi subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and then pulled out a smirk, especially obediently let go.

"Hello police uncles, do you want to come in?"

This sentence made these policemen laugh, and the policeman standing at the front looked at An Qiaoyan twice, and then quipped.

"What, you're An Qiaoyan, the one who lives in a mental hospital?"

After all, he is professionally trained, Mo Zhenzhen's phone number is bright, even if they didn't pay attention at first, and then so many professional police officers surrounded him for so long, how could this kind of bright clue not be turned out?

The police didn't mention this matter on the phone because there was something more important, and now they casually mentioned it, one is to joke, and the other is to remind them that their identities (black households) they already know, but because of the urgency of this situation, they will not be held accountable as living people, so they don't have to be afraid.

An Qiaoqi laughed twice, looking a little silly, and then she also asked.

"Then, has my unassuming brother been caught?"

When she asked this, many policemen raised their eyebrows and paid more attention to her.

The policeman at the head laughed and said as if he was talking about family life.

"No, your brother is quite powerful, and he is very alert, and he is still outside, and he doesn't answer our phone calls."

The meaning of this is that they called An Gonghui and got through, but then he didn't answer, and they didn't find An Gonghui, so there may be no way to bring An Gonghui with them this time to send the living away.

An Qiaoyan didn't know if she understood the meaning of the policeman's words, she just said with a smile.

"It's okay, if you can't find it, you can't find it, what an adult, he can take care of himself."

With that, there were already several young policemen who wanted to ask questions.

As police officers, they are more sensitive in this regard, and they are keenly aware of An Qiaoqi's 'malice' towards her brother, as if An Gonghui can't catch up with the opportunity to leave, she is more gloating.

It's just that they didn't say these questions in the end, because the leading policeman stepped into the door with his feet raised first, and then said with a smile.

"Come in, come in, it's the same here, if you can send the masses out, it's better to send them early."

Yes, the most important thing now is to send the people who are still alive, and everything else is trivial!

When the police entered the door, Mo Zhenzhen turned around with a smile at this time.

She turned her back to the offering table, and the incense curled on the table, and the policemen took a deep breath in unison, almost uncontrollably, and the curling smoke disappeared, and the incense inserted in the incense bowl was also much less.

Their expressions were visibly soothed, and it was only then that their faces became tired.

Even if you become a ghost, you can't bear more than a month of high-intensity work.

In order to protect the remaining living people, they searched for the zombies hiding in the corners and eliminated them day and night.

That is, ghosts, they move fast, they don't need to sleep and they are more energetic, and the living don't dare to do that.

But even if it's a ghost, it's tiring.

They did not continue to enjoy the incense after relenting, but began a detailed analysis of the matter of sending the living away.

It was only before they opened their mouths that Mo Zhenzhen asked a very crucial question.

"Can you guarantee that you're all for the good of the living?" Mo Zhenzhen asked more tactfully whether their beliefs were still the same, and the twelve people were silent for a moment, and finally the leading policeman said with a smile.

"There are sixteen of us in the police department, including forensic doctors." Then why did only twelve of them come? "In this case, it is normal for some people to waver in their beliefs, but I can assure you that we really want to send the people who are still alive away."

The leading policeman didn't elaborate, but he also pointed out Mo Zhenzhen's guess.

In fact, some of these twelve people may think it's good to be a ghost and don't want to die.

But the people who have this kind of thinking are not all bad people, the idea of the twelve of them at this moment is unified, they want to send the people who are still alive away, and they don't want more people to be hurt.

Mo Zhenzhen's gaze swept over the faces that were either young and immature, or middle-aged and steady, and finally nodded.

She trusted the judgment of these people, after all, the police were more professional in this regard than ordinary people like her.

Then Mo Zhenzhen told them.

"I'm from the Li family in Hongjube Village, and I don't know if you have heard of our village, our village is also a big family in Shili and Eight Townships, and there is an ancestral hall in the clan, and the ancestors enshrined in the ancestral hall are also big names in history......" Mo Zhenzhen didn't tell these policemen about her white windmill, but pulled up the Li family.

It's not that Mo Zhenzhen is not honest, but that Mo Zhenzhen knows it clearly.

It's true that they want to send people away, but they may not be willing to let Mo Zhenzhen bring people back!

“…… Every child born in our Li family will be given a talisman, which will be burned to ashes for us to drink when we become adults, and then we will find our way home, no matter how far away. ”

Mo Zhenzhen paused, and then showed a wry smile.

"I didn't believe this kind of thing before, thinking it was feudal superstition. But now that I'm stuck in this kind of place, I suddenly have a sense of where my home is going. ”

Saying that, Mo Zhenzhen closed her eyes and felt it, and her body involuntarily adjusted her direction and made a confirmed movement.

"It's over here, I can be sure that my house is over there, there is our Li family's ancestral hall over there, and that side is the direction of my house, I will never admit it!"

This is a chattering thing, but after the twelve policemen exchanged their eyes, they all agreed with Mo Zhenzhen's statement.

After all, just now, they also experienced the positioning of burning incense, after all, they have only been dead for more than a month, and they are still a group of new ghosts, so they were fooled by Mo Zhenzhen, and the trust level is as high as 80%!

"Are you sure what you're saying is true? This is no child's play, and if you can, we'd 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 can't come in reverse, which means that I can only take people away, and I can't go back."

At this time, a young policeman blurted out a question.

"Wouldn't it be okay to tie a rope around you?"

Mo Zhenzhen shook her head, and then said very seriously.

"I also know a little bit about the white mist, there are some stories in the clan that have been handed down to scare children, the fog is dangerous, and you can't go back in the fog."

The little policeman frowned, closed his mouth tightly, and did not speak.

Mo Zhenzhen's words about being able to discern the direction in the fog can be regarded as solving the problem of easy getting lost in the white fog, and this seemingly risky plan has the possibility of implementation.

Mo Zhenzhen took out a box of yin wood powder, and as soon as this thing was taken out, almost all the policemen's eyes fell on the box.

Mo Zhenzhen sent the box forward and handed it directly to the leading policeman standing in front of him.

"This is a special incense made by our clan, used to make offerings to our ancestors, and it has a great attraction to ghosts, and you should have tasted it before."

The leading policeman nodded, and then opened the box, most of the box of yin wood powder, weighing it should be more than a pound.

"Is that all?"

Mo Zhenzhen nodded and said very seriously.

"That's all."

Okay, let's get the plan in order.

These policemen are more thoughtful in planning than Mo Zhenzhen, because they are local policemen and know much more about the city than Mo Zhenzhen, and they are ghosts, and they are more aware of any dangers in the city.

For example, the overly powerful zombie that suddenly appeared today has a strong sense of presence because it is strong, and they can feel that the zombie is in this community, which makes them very vigilant.

And this feeling will also allow them to avoid this powerful zombie.

The final plan was finalized two days later, before the police left, they specially told Mo Zhenzhen not to leave the house, close the windows and close the door in the past two days, and don't open the door to anyone, if they come, they will call Mo Zhenzhen, except for them, no one knocks on the door outside to give a response, and don't knock on the door.

After determining that Mo Zhenzhen had hope of leading the living away, her personal safety was also raised to the highest priority.

After sending away outsiders, An Qiaoqi was finally able to ask the question in her heart.