I am your natural enemy

Seeing that Wen Yan seemed a little confused, the curator took him to the sign with employee rules.

“Behind every code here, there is a lesson. If you violate it, there will be no serious consequences.

But if you lose the bet, the consequences may be more serious than you can imagine.

Do you think that what happened this time was obviously not a coincidence, so why did I still arrange it this way? "

Wen Yan glanced at the director in surprise. He did not understand a little bit, but the director did not dare to explain it in the funeral home at this time.

He thought for a while and found only one answer.

“The lesser of two evils.”

"Yes, I really still don't understand why a mere zombie can move around in the old icehouse.

But he only took away the wooden armor mask and did not cause other changes.

Then I will continue to handle it according to the established rules.

My first goal is not to solve the current problem, but to prevent it from expanding.

At the same time, I am the curator, and I have the obligation to protect your safety, at least during working hours.

You may still be able to handle the matters at the hospital before, but you don't want to take risks with these matters within the funeral home.

More specifically, I can’t tell for a moment, and I can’t say it at this point in time in the funeral home. "

Wen Yan nodded, indicating that he understood.

His idea is actually more simple and crude. If there is a problem, just solve it.

But it was obvious that the curator had different ideas and different angles from him. The curator had to ensure that in the process of solving the problem, he would not explode another big problem.

Wen Yan followed the director out of the old office building and looked at the funeral parlor shrouded in shadow.

He probably understood that there must be a big problem here that went beyond wooden armor masks or restless customers.

He and the curator walked out and caught up with the client, who was still faltering. It had been a long time, but the client still hadn't walked through the middle courtyard.

The curator's cell phone also vibrated at this time.

…

On the national highway three kilometers away from the funeral home, a train of large cargo trucks stopped here. There were no more trucks coming, because some drivers who got the news had already taken a detour to other places.

At this moment, a newly arrived large truck from behind did not wait in line, but directly stepped on the accelerator and rushed over.

A fully loaded truck weighing dozens of tons rushed towards me while stepping on the accelerator. No one dared to stop it, and it was impossible to stop it. They could only watch the truck rush away.

"Someone charged the card..."

…

In Duanzhou, two to three hundred kilometers away, Cai Qidong looked at the chemical plant in the distance with his face sinking like water.

Fierce gunshots continued to explode in the distance, and occasionally lightning flashes could be seen, and the strong Yang Qi could be felt exploding.

Behind it, the modified engineering vehicle was slowly advancing, and the high-power headlights on the roof glowed with blazing light, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

The scorching breath of light caused the surrounding air to become slightly distorted, and the weeds seemed to be about to be ignited.

There are three Taoist priests in the rear who have set up a Dharma altar. One of them has a solemn face, steps on the Beidou Qiyuan Gang Steps, holds a Dharma sword, and recites the scriptures and edicts, attracting the energy of the burning sun and continuously blessing them.

Runes shimmered on all the weapons and vehicles here, and the boxes of ammunition were constantly infected by the heat of the sun.

The remaining two Taoist priests gathered in piles of rice and chanted extradition scriptures to dispel their resentment and hostility. The rising incense smell turned into a long bridge and fell into the chemical plant.

On the side of the chemical plant, in a sewage pool, the water rippled, and figures formed from the sewage kept crawling out and rushing forward.

Unfortunately, they were all suppressed and defeated not far away by the ferocious firepower. Under the scorching heat of the sun, the gloomy atmosphere here was constantly being evaporated and defeated.

This is what the Lieyang tribe is best at. What they are least afraid of is the various evil things occupying the place. If they can't push them away, it just means they don't have enough firepower.

On the contrary, those weird things that are relatively hidden, not trapped in one place, or have strong individual strength are what the Lieyang Department finds more troublesome.

Cai Qidong had a sullen face, and a report of new information came from the headset.

In Decheng Funeral Home, there is a strange walking corpse that can actually walk out of the old icehouse.

There is also a big truck rushing outside, the direction is the direction of Decheng Funeral Home.

Today, when they were tracing the Duanzhou Chemical Plant, they found records about soul-eating beasts. At the same time, a closed sewage pool began to pour out a large number of ghost things.

Very early on, he had been mentally prepared for the Soul-Eating Beast's information to be leaked. After all, large-scale operations require more and more people, and it is impossible to keep them completely confidential.

But the incomplete record found in the chemical plant today showed that the record appeared less than a day later than he knew about it.

In other words, the information was not leaked after he came to Nanwu County and started mobilizing a large number of people, but the information was leaked before.

This is the most serious.

Either someone among those present at the time leaked the information.

Either someone has some special ability, or a special foreign object has stolen this information.

Or, there is a last slim possibility that after the soul-eating beast arrived, it was discovered by the people here. After all, this place is indeed within the range of the arrival.

Cai Qidong guessed that the record he could find was probably done intentionally by the other party. Unfortunately, he did not dare to bet that his first mission when he came to Nanwu County was to deal with the Soul-Eating Beast.

The tragic situation in the southern hemisphere is vividly visible. Just from the description, it can be seen that the soul-eating beast is more than one level more powerful than the Balrog.

Matters related to the Soul-Eating Beast must be the first priority. At present, the damage to Decheng Funeral Home is still within control, at least the priority is definitely not enough.

He could tell at a glance that the people who caused trouble at Decheng Funeral Home must be the same group as those here, and that could only be the case.

People can do things regardless of the consequences and gamble, but he can't.

…

The curator answered the phone and exchanged information on the current situation.

He frowned, glanced at the old man who was still walking towards the door, and then quickly ran towards the door.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw from a distance a loaded truck with its headlights on, roaring from the left.

The big truck smashed through a bunch of railings outside, broke two trees, roared past the gate of the funeral home, and then rushed hundreds of meters away, directly into the fields on the roadside.

The heavy truck loaded with pressure and the strong wind were still whistling at this moment.

The curator stood there, his face ashen.

If the driver hadn't pulled the steering wheel slightly at the end, the big truck would have crashed into the funeral home door at an angle.

This is a naked threat.

Either everyone takes a step back, or next time, they crash into the funeral parlor and cause a scene.

The curator stood at the door, waiting quietly for the walking corpse to come out.

Wen Yan followed the wooden armor walking corpse beside him, neither too close nor too far away. The walking zombie paid no attention to anyone and just focused on walking out with the wooden armor mask.

When the broken neck of the walker slowly recovered and he finally reached the gate, Wen Yan finally heard clearly what the walker had been mumbling indistinctly from a few meters away.

"I want to help my son...I want to help my son..."

The moment he heard these words, Wen Yan suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

The vague and repeated words were plain and simple, but there was a determination that seemed to be done even if the tongue was bitten off.

There seemed to be a flash of light passing through Wen Yan's mind.

Not him, not the curator, not even the people from the Lieyang Department, no one had ever thought that this matter might be related to the old man's son.

Because when the old man went out for a walk on the first night, the Lieyang Department had already checked. The old man’s three children were all normal. All traces and records showed that they were normal people. They had never had any contact with each other at home. There were no traces of abnormal things, so there was no problem with the old man's death. There were witnesses who watched the old man miss the mark and roll down the stairs.

Something began to appear in Wen Yan's mind. Yesterday, he heard from his colleagues that the old man's youngest son was a local ride-hailing driver.

A face appeared in his mind, a face with rimless glasses and a kind smile.

"My dad also left yesterday, and the funeral will be held there tomorrow."

"Do you need me to wait for you?"

Wen Yan took a breath, there was no mistake, it was him!

He recalled everything that had happened when he arrived.

This guy was definitely waiting near his house on purpose, and even knew that he had a habit of hailing a ride when he went out.

It's so late, and there aren't many taxis on the street. They've already collected their cars, and almost all the online taxi drivers have taken a break. As long as you're nearby and you go to the funeral home in the early hours of the morning, that guy is basically the only one who can pick you up. to order.

Even if something unexpected happened and he didn't get the order, he would definitely have a backup plan.

And this guy must know a lot. He doesn't need to keep an eye on the funeral home. He only needs to confirm the early morning time. Wen Yan is in a hurry to go out and goes to the funeral home to confirm that something happened at the funeral home.

After picking him up, this guy took him as a driver to the funeral home, and there would be no obstacles on the way.