When an emergency occurred, Zhang Muzi's mentality became meticulous when he calmed down when he encountered a major event was fully demonstrated. Without waiting for the two police officers to speak, he whispered in a gloomy face: "Police Officer, I want to go to the waste ore in front to worship, so I came here."

"Worship," the police officer knew that after the lifting of the lockdown, many relatives of missing persons rushed to the abandoned mines to burn paper for sacrifices, but the whole family came in crying. There was no reason why a teenager hired a driver to drive a truck to come, so he asked suspiciously: "Young man, do you hire a driver alone to drive a truck to worship?"

"After the incident, my grandfather entered the intensive care unit. My parents are now staying in the hospital. The other relatives have died long ago. What can I do if I don't come by myself?" Zhang Muzi said expressionlessly: "The back compartment of this truck was bought in the fishing market early this morning. The seafood and paper money used for tribute can't be loaded without trucking."

"Seafood..." The tall policeman was stunned and said disbelief: "Don't you use three animals to pay tribute? Who would use a 'Toragu' seafood to worship?"

"Now, people use the 'chicken leg bento' as sacrifices and burn incense, let alone seafood," Zhang Muzi curled his lips and said, "As for the many sacrifices, I am willing to do so, is it illegal?"

He heard the last sentence and was very 'superior'. The tall policeman's face turned cold and forgot to ask Zhang Muzi's name and said directly: "It's not a violation of the law, but we need to check your rear compartment."

"More than 20 people have disappeared. You policemen are not busy handling the case, but instead have to check the victim's sacrifices. Why is it 'enough'?" Zhang Muzi was stunned and said with a sinister face: "Check it, check it. Anyway, you are going to give the 'dead' things. If you are disrespectful and messed up, you will naturally be retribution."

Hearing this, the tall policeman suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "Young man, do you know that your words just now were threatening with words to hinder the police from performing official duties. I can arrest you."

"Add me," Zhang Muzi said in a disdainful tone that a rich family and ignorant child was not changed at all, "Because I came to worship the victims of the missing case, you insisted on checking the sacrifices, I said, "If you are disrespectful, you will be retribution." Do you want to arrest me?

OK, if you have sex, you can handcuff me. I can spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy sacrifices and spend ten times the money to hire a lawyer. At that time, I will be convicted of obstructing official duties, or you will be stripped of your police uniform for abuse of your power."

"You, you..." The tall policeman was so excited that his face turned red, but he had nothing to say for a moment. After all, the reason for arrest such as "threatment of verbal threats to hinder the police from performing official duties" was too subjective, and it was extremely difficult to convict the suspect. He said this just now, but he saw that Zhang Muzi was young and too arrogant, and wanted to scare him and enjoy his mouth.

What's more, the entire Yuanbei Police Department, and even Yuantai Island police, have been criticized by the media and the public as incompetent because of the "Disappearance of the Tiangong Town Abandoned Mine" for five days after the incident, and they have no clue at all. They say that they are simply wasting taxpayers' money.

In this case, if the family members of the victim worshipper were really arrested, no matter what the reason, it would inevitably add fuel to the fire and cause a huge negative impact.

The short and fat policeman on the side saw that his colleague was in a dilemma and was afraid that he would really get upset in anger. He hurriedly persuaded him: "Guohao, Guohao, let's go check the rear compartment.

The main thing is important, the main thing is important." He forced the tall policeman's arm to run behind the truck.

After opening the iron door and checking, the two found that in the rear compartment, there were indeed boxes of dark paper, which were packed with broken ice and sea fish in special cartons. Finally, they had to believe Zhang Muzi's words, clasped their hands together and said, "Don't disturb me for routine business, don't disturb me, don't disturb me...", and jumped out of the compartment.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, the tall policeman, who was still a little angry, muttered: "It's so weird. I'm burning so much money to pay homage. I don't know what these rich children think.

There are also this truck of sea fish, and I will see him 'displaying' in a while."

"Guohao, don't care what he thinks and how he puts the tables," the short and fat policeman on the side persuaded: "Even if he is so funny and exhausted, as long as he doesn't violate the law, it doesn't matter to us. Don't always treat yourself as a 'pioneer of justice'.

You are still punished with a "admonition" on your back. If you cause trouble, you will be removed from your post."

Hearing this, the tall policeman looked dark, shook his head and sighed, and said nothing, and returned to the police car in shame. The short and fat policeman walked back to the front of the car, and said to Zhang Muzi with a smile on his face: "Young man, the inspection has been completed, everything is normal. Go and worship, and you will be mourning and changing your tribute."

"Mr. Police, is your attitude of being the 'people's nanny'?" Zhang Muzi said calmly on the surface, but a big rock fell to the ground in his heart. He imitated the tone of the victim's family and asked with concern: "Is there any clues in the disappearance case?"

"Look at your young age, you came here to worship for the sick adults at home. It's hard to hide it. To be honest, I really don't know if there are any clues in the past two days of the disappearance case," the short and fat policeman hesitated for a moment, turned around and pointed to the direction of Tiangong Town and said: "My colleagues and I are dealing with a massacre in front of the town, which happened yesterday.

The location where these two cases occurred was too close, so we felt that there might be some connection, so we came to the waste mine.”

"The massacre of the family, where is the massacre of the family?" Zhang Muzi asked in surprise.

"The town in front is Tiangong Town." The short and fat policeman said casually.

Hearing this answer, Zhang Muzi felt a little nervous and was filled with questions in an instant, but was afraid that he would reveal flaws if he asked again, so he shook his head calmly and said, "It's missing again, it's annihilation again, this place is really evil." He hoped that the police would take the initiative to tell him the information about the victim of the family murder case.

However, the short and fat police officer was determined that he was just an ordinary boy who was a little irritable and irritable, and came to the scene to pay tribute to his relatives. He nodded and said, "It's so weird." Then he took the police car and left.

Looking at the police from the rearview mirror, Zhang Muzi felt very upset inside. He was a little confused. Is the family massacre that occurred in Tiangong Town and he had some connection with him? Could it be that the remote control of the waste mine was completely subject to his consciousness, but when he had no time to take care of it, he would be caused by the "gray paste" controlled by biological instinct.

When Zhang Muzi couldn't help but feel a little trembling when he thought that there might be a few more people, or the neighbors he was familiar with died because of the monster made by the "gray paste". At the same time, a feeling of hunger suddenly rose from his abdomen, causing him to clench his fists and twitch and lean on the seat.

"Zhang, Mr. Zhang, are you okay?" After personally experiencing the police, Xu Yayun, who knew that he had been misunderstanding his employer, had just started the car when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhang Muzi's abnormality and asked in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter that it's hypoglycemia. Just eat something later," Zhang Muzi said with a reluctant smile: "Mr. Xu, you've been driving, don't worry about me."

"Hyperglycemia, I have this problem when I am hungry, so I always carry milk candy," Xu Yayun said, taking out two pieces of candy from her pocket and handing it to the employer, "I have a little sweet taste in my mouth, and I won't feel sad right away."

"Thank you, but my hypoglycemia is different from what you get. It's not that easy to get better." Zhang Muzi took the candy with a wry smile and peeled it into his mouth. "By the way, Mr. Xu, when you arrive at the waste mine, please dump the car into the mine cave, and then wait for me outside for a few minutes. After worshiping, we will leave."

"Bump the car into the mine..." Xu Yayun was stunned when he heard such a strange request.

"Yes, look at the mine, it's big," said Zhang Muzi, while he was speaking, had already driven into the waste mine. He pressed his stomach tightly and pointed to a dark corridor hundreds of meters away, and said in a trembling voice: "It's enough to pour the 'mobile' into it."

After several days of trouble with the police, the missing family and friends, the abandoned mine cave was no longer a rare sight. Although the railway tracks on the ground have not changed, the iron mine carts on the tracks have been thrown into the base of the mountain. Instead, they are countless paper money, ingots, incense, candles, black and gray all over the ground, as well as scattered dishes, fruit and vegetable offerings.

Seeing this messy scene of "silent objects" everywhere, Xu Yayun couldn't help but secretly fight a cold war. After unwilling to pour the car into the mine, he immediately pushed the door and got out of the car and ran out of the gloomy tunnel.

Zhang Muzi, who also jumped out of the truck, staggered towards the depths of the corridor. At the same time, dozens of monster shadows that were struggling to push a huge, trembling gray oval meat ball slowly uphill appeared in his mind.

The underground tunnels under the mine were interlaced, radiating dozens of miles in a radius, and were laid flat and buried in a mud pit for the road. It was enough to allow the "gray paste" to escape the search and rescue team's search. After that, two days left. Early this morning, Zhang Muzi used his thoughts to sense human spiders, dwarfs and other monsters, and cooperated with his actions to slowly push the "gray paste" to the mine entrance. At this time, it happened that he was close to success.

As he tried his best to open the iron door of the back box of the "mobile car", the gray meat ball slowly rolled behind him from the darkness.

Then more than a dozen dwarfs rushed out from the back of the meat ball, jumped into the truck car on all sides, and used their sharp claws, teeth, hands to tear them, and smashed them into pieces. They pushed the paper money out of the carriage and piled them on both sides of the "mobile car".

After that, they put down the "cargo board", jumped back to the back of the gray meat ball, and worked hard to push the meat ball with their companions, rolling it into the truck compartment.

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Chapter completed!