I am your natural enemy

In the afternoon, Feng Yao left the funeral parlor. He was busy with the follow-up to what happened last night.

Zhang Laoxi signed the document given by Feng Yao and left happily. What he received was the expert fee given by the Lieyang Department, and several magical weapons were scrapped in the process. Considering Zhang Laoxi's contribution this time, These magic weapons, Lieyang Department, will all be reimbursed, and there is a high probability that they will be given better ones.

In addition, what happened this time can earn you a lot of merit, and you can also go to the Lieyang Department to exchange for some good things.

Everyone had left, and Wen Yan was left alone, counting the hair on his legs in the unit.

After stimulating Yang Qi and dispelling the Yin and Cold Qi entrenched in his body, he began to sweat hotly after being under the sun for two minutes.

He hid in the small office of the cremation department and used the air conditioner. Lao Zhang, who loved popular science, looked gloomy and lay motionless on the small bed, with a talisman taped to his forehead.

He came face-to-face with a walking zombie last night and accidentally inhaled a bit of the zombie aura inspired by the wooden armor mask. However, he reacted quickly and put the talisman used to control the walking zombie directly on his head and controlled it. The corpse poison spreads.

Now that the poison has been detoxified, Lao Zhang is still a little worried and keeps sticking to it.

But Wen Yan always felt that Lao Zhang was taking advantage of the situation and would not interfere with today's affairs.

Before sending the client to the Luxury Furnace, Lao Zhang was worried. He was going to go, but he heard that Feng Yao was busy with other things and did not come with him. The Lieyang Department did not send any extra people, so Lao Zhang fell head over heels. On the small bed, he put a talisman on his forehead and continued to lie down.

Anyway, he doesn’t know anything and doesn’t care about anything.

Wen Yan even felt that it would be more difficult for the fake Mo Zhicheng to fool a veteran like Lao Zhang than to fool an ordinary person working in Lieyang Department.

Sure enough, at four o'clock, a customer who ordered a luxury furnace came to find someone to calculate the auspicious time. Lao Zhang, who had been lying dead for a day, immediately came back to life with full health.

After finishing this, it was exactly 5:30. Lao Zhang changed into work clothes and got off work on time.

Everyone in the unit gradually left work. The curator came to the old office building with his hands behind his back, opened the security door, and took a look around. When he looked through the window, he saw a man standing in one of the offices. Behind the cabinet, a jumping corpse with legs exposed, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Young people are really brave!

He didn't know what Wen Yan did, but Wen Yan had greeted him and was able to control the zombies to live peacefully. He also acquiesced to this matter, and now he could only continue to pretend not to know.

When he came to the entrance and looked at the employee rules, he actually agreed with some of Wen Yan's ideas.

Every code here was actually constantly changing in the past, advancing with the times, and slowly became a code.

Nowadays, after years of precipitation, things remain unchanged and follow the rules completely. It is obvious that they cannot keep up with the speed of change.

He has experienced the period when dozens of employee codes were formed here, and now he is willing to take risks and make some changes.

But the premise is that on the surface, he cannot know what Wen Yan is going to do. Even if things develop differently from expected one day, there will be any trouble. As an uninformed leader, Wen Yan is currently the only one who can enter the old age. Ice warehouse employees, there is room for pulling.

If he takes the lead in doing this and becomes the leader, the nature will be different.

The curator read the employee rules carefully, turned around, took out something the size of a button, and stuck it on the side of the entrance mirror.

"This thing is connected to my mobile phone. It is the latest high technology. If anything happens, you can contact me through this thing. The password is Tianming."

Lao Wang in the mirror stared at the curator with a sullen face.

"Are you just letting it go? You've always been the one who sticks to the rules."

The curator stared at the employee rules on the wall and said slowly.

"I just re-read the employee code of conduct, very carefully, very carefully. I am also very sure that, in theory, no one has violated any of the above."

Lao Wang stared at the curator, but the curator looked calm, his face did not turn red, his heart did not beat, and his eyes did not dodge.

After looking at each other for a full minute, Lao Wang suddenly grinned.

"Lao He, don't let that young man end up like me. I really admire him now. Just like you when you were young, you had many ideas and were brave enough to do things."

"You mean that I am now pedantic and don't know how to adapt?"

"You said this, I didn't."

"snort."

The curator snorted coldly and left with his hands behind his back.

Lao Wang in the mirror watched the curator leave, then turned to look at the office where the jumping corpse was hidden, with a smile on his face.

When Wen Yan first came here, he actually looked down on the new young man, who didn't understand anything, and was in a hurry when something happened, so he didn't bother to show up. But this time, Wen Yan's approach impressed Lao Wang.

If you don’t understand, you can teach slowly, and if you don’t know how, you can learn slowly. But if you don’t have the courage and will just stick to the rules like the curator, or like the old fritter, hiding when things happen, then you will be hopeless.

When it was time to get off work, Wen Yan got off work as usual and went with the appointed moving company to move today!

The community he lives in is an old community with a lot of tenants and a lot of strangers coming and going. It is not safe for him, and it is also unsafe for the residents here.

Now Feng Yao has arranged a new residence. There is a small villa area at the junction of the city and the suburbs. Before the city expanded northward, this was considered a suburb. Only in this kind of place could there be land to build a villa area.

But then various random rumors spread that this place was once a execution ground and that this place was once a cemetery, which made the local people who were particularly concerned about these things feel a little worried.

Then, a rich man really believed this and bought a house to use as a ghost house...

But no one expected that the fatal blow would not be this. When planning the sewer pipes, they failed to plan it properly. Once, it rained heavily and the sewage overflowed, making the place stink.

This incident had a greater impact than other random rumors.

As a result, this place has been built for ten years, and the occupancy rate is less than one-third. The second-hand housing price, including the two parking spaces that come with it, is about the same as the price of a building with the same area plus two parking spaces.

This is where Wen Yan is moving now.

This is considered accommodation arranged by the Lieyang Department, or a villa. With his current conditions, it naturally cannot be a particularly good place.

Wen Yan was quite satisfied. The two-and-a-half-story single-family house was out of print now. It had been simply decorated and you could live in it with just one bed.

After everything was moved in and put away, he had time to take a good look at the house. In fact, everything was quite good. Although the decoration was a little outdated, the details were quite good and the quality was very good. Nothing was broken. .

He wandered all the way to the third floor, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, and came to the terrace. The first thing he saw was the windows of the neighbor's house behind. Each window was hung with black curtains.

The satisfied smile on Wen Yan's face suddenly froze.

He works in a funeral home, so he doesn't know what it is.

Now he finally understood why a single-family villa with good furnishing materials and everything looking good would be his turn.

Because the rumors turned out to be true. A rich man really bought a house here to use as a ghost house, and it was right behind his house.

The number of words per chapter in the public issue is small, and I’m actually not used to it. After it was released, each chapter started at four to five thousand.