prisoner in the door

The police car was the last layer of protection these policemen gave to Mo Zhenzhen. Although Mo Zhenzhen didn't know the reason and the specific situation, since they left the police car to her, it must be of great use.

An Qiaoxun drove into the convoy, and was chained up under the command of the police outside. Mo Zhenzhen didn't get out of the car from the beginning to the end, and An Qiaoxun was always busy.

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, which contained about five catties of Yinmu powder.

Mo Zhenzhen handed the bag out through the car window, and the nearby policemen all stared at the bag, and then quickly took it.

When the item was in hand, the policeman who picked it up 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 busy divide the Yinmu powder and send them to the place where they wanted to burn incense.

There is not only one place where they want to burn incense. They burn incense in batches to buy more time.

Now that they had five catties of Yinmu powder, they were obviously more relaxed.

The three policemen hurriedly stepped forward to divide the bag of yin wood powder, and when the three policemen left without stopping, Mo Zhenzhen suddenly asked the old policeman a question.

"Can you tell me, how did you release the souls of the dead?"

The old policeman was originally looking at the direction the three policemen were leaving, but now after hearing Mo Zhenzhen's question, he was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"Little guy, are you willing to take the public examination after you go out?"

As the old policeman said, he subconsciously touched his trouser pocket again and again, as if he wanted to take out something, but it was empty.

Just as the old policeman was bowing his head, the sound of the lighter 'book' attracted the old policeman's attention.

Mo Zhenzhen in the police car was holding a cigarette and was burning it on the flame of the lighter. After a while, the cigarette was lit. on the window of the police car.

As the smoke curled up, another cigarette appeared in the old policeman's hand.

The old policeman seemed very pleasantly surprised, he picked it up with a smile and took two sips hard, the old policeman's expression was filled with nostalgia and comfort while he was puffing.

"That's the one. I haven't smoked it since the day I died."

Ghosts are actually very taboo to tell people how they died, because it will remind them of the pain of death.

But the old policeman was very frank when he talked about it, and he even made a couple of 'tsk tsk', swallowing and complaining.

"I want to live for a long time. I can't eat or drink. What's the good of living for a long time?"

Taking another deep breath of the cigarette, the old policeman's expression changed subtly.

He seemed a little sad, but this sadness was suppressed by him. He took two more puffs of cigarettes, and the smoke blurred his expression.

"They're 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 test of a public? You little girl is very thoughtful. Do you want to take the test? Drought and flood guarantee income and welfare are good, do you want to try it?"

What the old policeman meant was that Mo Zhenzhen had a heart, and if she didn't take out the Yinmu powder left over from the five catties, she would definitely have a small heart in her heart when she took it out at this time.

The old policeman had many guesses about what Mo Zhenzhen was thinking, but those guesses are no longer counted now.

She took out the Yinmu powder, and made plans to take people away, so all speculation and doubts stop here, Mo Zhenzhen is just a self-sacrificing hero, she obviously can escape by herself, but she chooses to take the living people in the city For the others, she is the hero.

The old policeman continued to take a few puffs of cigarettes, his eyes were a little red, like smoke, but also like something else.

"The public examination is actually pretty good. My daughter is taking the public examination. She wanted to be a policeman but her physical condition was not good enough. She has that energy, hehe."

The old policeman smoked a few more puffs. The virtual cigarettes have this kind of benefit. As long as the real cigarettes are not burned out, the virtual cigarettes will always exist.

It's just that even if the old policeman controls it again, such a violent inhalation method will still make the smoke burn quickly.

Before the cigarette was extinguished, Mo Zhenzhen lit another cigarette and inserted it next to the previous one.

The cigarette butt that the old policeman was holding between his fingers suddenly grew a knot. The old policeman laughed, touched his eyes and told Mo Zhenzhen.

"If only my daughter had half the brains of yours... You want to know how we liberate the soul from the dead body? It's actually very simple, we just need to 'capture' him."

Mo Zhenzhen didn't understand. While smoking a cigarette, the old policeman groped around his waist and took off a glaring handcuff.

The old policeman threw the handcuffs in through the window, Mo Zhenzhen subconsciously caught them, and then couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

This is actually a prop, and it is also a very powerful prop.

The old policeman leaned against the police car, continued to smoke, and talked to Mo Zhenzhen while smoking.

"This thing is like a black and white mourning stick. As long as the dead man's hand and mine are close together, and then pulled, the soul in the corpse can be pulled out."

The old policeman fumbled in his pocket, took out the key to the handcuffs, and threw them in along the crack of the car window.

"I don't quite understand what's going on, and that Zhang Qingyue didn't explain it to us clearly. I only know how to use it, and I don't know anything else."

The key was not big, and it lay quietly in Mo Zhenzhen's hand, which made her feel the same strong feeling.

So this key is also a prop.

The old policeman was smoking a cigarette, as if he didn't intend to take these two things back, so after thinking about it, she put these two things close to her body, which was a major gain.

Of course, Mo Zhenzhen didn't take advantage of the old policeman either.

She rummaged through the bag beside her, and took out a bottle of Erguotou and a pack of cigarettes from it.

As soon as the things were taken out, the old policeman turned his head as if he had smelled them. When he saw these two things, the old policeman's eyes lit up.

"Oh, little girl, you are so polite."

Speaking politely, the old policeman actually smiled.