This simplification is outrageous

After a moment.

bang~

The sound of something falling to the ground sounded.

The patrolman turned quickly, only to find it was just a trash can.

Is it a mouse?

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

In the toilet shrouded in gray light in the distance...Suddenly, a head appeared.

The patroller's pupils shrank suddenly.

An old man with a dry face, hollow eyes, and no vitality appeared in front of him.

The patrolman clenched the long knife in his hand and retreated. His purpose was to protect the survivors, not to kill the ghosts.

However, when he turned around, the clothing store behind where dozens of people had gathered was already empty.

When I looked back, there were no old people next to the toilet, but only a moldy and damp wall.

The patrolman's heart sank, and his face suddenly changed!

hallucinations!

It's the ghost body!

Second-order strange spirit!

Ghosts with special abilities!

……

Inside the clothing store...

When everyone saw the patroller leaving with a flashlight, they seemed to disappear.

Long time no see.

1 minutes……

5 minutes……

10 minutes……

They were a little panicked, because in the past few days, the patrol outside had never left them for so long.

"You... tell me, is something going to happen?" An aunt in a red dress and a red scarf wrapped her whole body tightly and said in a panic.

There was silence in the corner.

Everyone swallowed involuntarily.

"Should... probably not?" A young man replied uncertainly.

"Made, I knew there was a conspiracy!"

"Maybe they gave up on us! I just said that the people from the Security Bureau are unreliable. I've never heard of this shitty department." The man in the floral shirt began to analyze.

For a moment, an atmosphere of fear spread because of the man's words.

Tread~

There were muffled footsteps.

Everyone trembled with fright.

A figure flashed outside the glass door, not the patrolman.

But an old man.

"Are there any survivors?"

A hoarse voice came from outside the shop, but everyone did not reply, but put their hearts into their throats.

Could this be that kind of thing?

Immediately afterwards... There were a few more footsteps outside.

I don't know when, more than a dozen figures appeared at the door.

……

The scene was once suffocating and desperate!

Ah ~

Suddenly, there was a scream from the people in the shop, breaking the silent night.

"Damn it, you're crazy, what's your name!" A few people on the side shouted angrily.

"There are... there are mice!" The screaming woman showed a frightened expression.

For a moment, everyone was speechless, cursing this woman in their hearts.

"So you are here!"

The old man's voice came, and the glass door was pushed open... The group of people outside the door walked in, and found everyone huddled in the corner.

Baso~

It was very dark around, and under the light of a few flashlights, everyone could clearly see the uninvited guest who broke in!

A group of survivors?

Just why aren't you wearing a red shirt?

"Friends, we are here to take you home." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand.

Everyone in the corner glanced at each other, but didn't step forward, they remembered what the patrol said.

Never make physical contact with anyone!

Including loved ones!

Suddenly...the lights kept scanning the crowd, the old man stopped and straightened up.

The tone was a little cold: "You...why are you wearing red clothes!"

"Don't you know that the red clothes are the first target of the foreign spirits?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The old man pointed out.

The crowd looked.

I don't know when the originally dark streets became brightly lit.

There was a roar of engines.

Then a helicopter appeared outside, and the searchlight hit the glass of the shopping mall, emitting a dazzling light, which made people unable to open their eyes for a while.

"The wartime special operations team would like to remind everyone not to wear red clothes!"

"The red clothes are the conspiracy of the foreign spirits."

"Don't, don't wear red clothes!"

"The ghost will give priority to killing the target in red."

"The Security Bureau has been captured by alien spirits!"

"..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the helicopter was constantly promoting.

After a long time, the old man said in a deep voice, "Is there a person who claims to be a patrol here?"

Everyone didn't react, apparently they hadn't digested the information they just saw.

"My family, I can tell you responsibly that you have been cheated!"

"The Security Bureau has been occupied by the spirits, so we set up a wartime special operations team to rescue you. It was the spirits who posted the message in red before, and you were all used by the spirits..."

The old man explained, and then pointed to the outside world.

The helicopter flew back again!

A staff member in uniform appears above.

Holding a trumpet in his hand, he kept repeating a sentence.

"Survivors, please pay attention, the Security Bureau has been captured by spirits. If you meet someone who claims to be a patrol, don't believe what they say. They are all spirits..."

"..."

Everyone is even more confused, who is the ghost?

Is it the patrolman in red or the member of the special operations team who said not to wear red.

Who is the alien spirit?

For a while, everyone's minds were buzzing.

Two weeks ago, they were ordinary people who didn't know anything, and now... a lot of information was stuffed into their minds crazily and rudely.

Who is the ally?

What's wrong with this world?

terrible!

Chapter 87 Special spirits with hallucinations

Depression, panic, despair, helplessness... and other negative emotions are filled here, making people feel suffocated!

It's like falling into an abyss.

pop~

A hand stretched out.

Everyone's spirits were shocked.

In their minds, they subconsciously recalled the sentence that the patrolman had always emphasized, don't touch anyone!

Everyone swallowed their saliva, and their bodies kept shaking.

ten seconds later.

Nothing seems to happen.

"Bah, sure enough... that patrolman is lying to us, and said that if we encounter it, we will be possessed and die...Dah... am I doing well?"

The man in the shirt wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"You are a smart person, and you were not deceived by that cunning ghost." The old man grabbed the shirt man's hand and said with a smile.

"I'm very happy that someone can see through the conspiracy of those ghosts who claim to be patrollers." The old man praised.

For a moment, the man in the shirt showed a proud face, looking triumphantly at the blind crowd who were "deceived".

"That's right, that's right, I suspected that patrolman early in the morning, and even blocked the signal to prevent us from talking loudly, and every time I was warned, I was asked to wear a red shirt... there is indeed a problem!"

The man in the shirt firmly grasped the old man's hand and did not let go, as if he had finally found the organization.

……

Huh?

Suddenly, the old man let out a surprised sound, and then looked outside... a puppet of himself lost contact outside the "brightly lit" street.

"Friend, come home with us!" The old man frowned.

"Ah, yes, yes, I still have a big deal to discuss, so I don't know if it's okay to delay for a few days..." The man in the shirt patted his forehead and said.

"Fang Man, what are you still doing? Take off your red clothes and let's go together!" The man in the shirt said to a beautiful young woman in the crowd.

This woman was a member of the opposite sex that he took down during this time.

These stupid ordinary people are fine, but this woman must be taken away.

"But, didn't the patrolman say before that without his words, no one can leave here?" The young woman said weakly.