I am your natural enemy

On his first day at work, the curator played GG in front of him.

Wen Yan had never thought of encountering such a situation before.

He quickly calmed down, thinking about what the curator said before he fell to the ground, and how to deal with this situation. He did not dare to help the curator up rashly, but first reached out his hand, touched the curator's carotid artery, and confirmed The curator didn't hang up, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he bent down, put it under the curator's armpit, and pulled the curator outward while tilting his head and holding his mobile phone between his hands to make a call.

After retreating less than two meters, he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Wen Yan."

He looked back and saw no one.

But then, he saw at the end of the long corridor, reflected in the double-sided mirror at the entrance, a skeleton that looked like it had been sealed with wax, rushing toward him.

In the blink of an eye, he vaguely saw a mummy, as skinny as a skeleton, with a layer of wax covering its body, already face to face with him.

After the mummy jumped on him, he just felt a chill running from his head to the soles of his feet, and then watched the mummy pass through his body like a phantom.

The mummy paused, seemingly surprised, then turned around and pounced on the unconscious curator.

A gleam of light flashed on the curator's body, and his ill-fitting suit had a few tears, revealing old banknotes inside.

Every time the mummy touched the curator's body, Wen Yan could vaguely see a flicker of light and bounce it away.

Seeing this weird scene, Wen Yan's heartbeat accelerated wildly, but he felt an inexplicable "Ah, I understand" feeling in his heart, which was combined with the feeling of panic after encountering something weird.

At least, when he looked at the large banknotes piled seamlessly in the middle of the curator's suit, he could understand that the curator was definitely not hiding his personal money.

No wonder the first rule of the employee code is that you are not allowed to tell ghost stories. It turns out that there is such a thing!

It turns out that money has this effect!

His mind was filled with wonder, panic, enlightenment, and excitement. After his heartbeat accelerated wildly, and when he slowly calmed down, he was even a little eager to try.

When the mummy phantom pounced on the curator again, Wen Yan thought of his dream.

This scene has appeared before him, so his ability must not be fake, right?

After thinking for a moment, he pointed at the mummy phantom and shouted.

"I'm Dad Xie."

The next moment, a message came to his mind.

"The first inherent ability 'I am your father', the current progress is 1%."

At the same time, the mummy phantom paused and slowly turned to look at Wen Yan.

The flickering and blurry phantom quickly solidified in Wen Yan's eyes, turning into a hideous and terrifying wax mummy.

Two red lights suddenly ignited in the dried eyes of the mummy, and the stiff face trembled slightly, turning into a furious and ferocious look.

With the low roar of "ho ho", the speed of the mummy phantom increased again and directly hit Wen Yan.

Wen Yan only felt a chill that was much stronger than the first time, and the phantom of the mummy passed through his body again.

When he turned around, he saw the phantom of the mummy, which seemed to have lost its mind, with red light in its eyes. It was like a wild beast, constantly crashing into and tearing apart.

Wen Yan couldn't touch the mummy phantom, and the mummy phantom couldn't touch Wen Yan.

He stood there, just looking at the crazy mummy phantom, which continued to go crazy, and he kept shivering.

"I'm not your father-killing enemy. Every injustice has its own debtor. You..."

Hearing the key word "Father", the mummy phantom became even more crazy, as if it would never give up until Wen Yan was torn into pieces.

Wen Yan wanted to run, but his body seemed to be frozen, a little numb, and his face turned pale.

Now there's good news, he really does have special powers.

But there is bad news. This ability seems to be different from what he understands.

He seemed to have completely angered this mummy phantom. This guy seemed to have lost his mind and would not stop until he was beaten to pieces.

A few minutes later, the curator woke up leisurely. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Wen Yan's face was pale, his eye sockets were black, and he was shivering from the cold. The mummy phantom was attacking Wen Yan crazily, but even Wen Yan's hair was missing during the whole process. Didn't touch it...

Even when the curator woke up, the mummy phantom didn't even look at the curator.

The curator opened his eyes slightly and glanced around cautiously. He sighed as he looked at the strange situation in front of him.

"It's a disgrace to capsize in the gutter."

He looked down at the torn suit on his body, took off the suit, and threw the suit away when the mummy phantom rushed out again.

The suit rotated, wrapping the mummy, and a faint light shone frequently on the suit. The mummy twisted and trembled, as if it was electrocuted.

But its eyes were still staring at Wen Yan, and it didn't pay any attention to the curator.

Seeing that the shining halo on the suit was rapidly weakening, the curator's face became sullen.

"Lead it inside, quickly."

As soon as the curator opened his mouth, Wen Yan immediately thought of what happened to the curator just now.

Is there something inside that makes the curator jump on the street, and can it also make this mummy jump on the street?

He wanted to run, but he felt so cold that his hands and feet were numb and he couldn't run at all.

"I...I...I'm almost freezing..."

He moved tremblingly, and the mummy was trembling like an electric shock. It still pursued him as if facing the enemy who killed his father.

The curator walked behind the mummy, waved his hand, and slapped it on the suit, causing the suit to wrap the phantom of the mummy and fly towards Wen Yan.

Wen Yan watched the mummy wrapped in a suit flying towards him, gritted his teeth, stretched out his arms, and hugged the suit wrapped in the suit.

The curator followed closely behind, stepped forward and kicked Wen Yan in the butt.

Wen Yan took advantage of his strength and rolled on the spot, holding the suit and rolling inside.

But just after rolling out two meters, he saw the phantom of the crazy mummy disappearing into a puff of smoke, leaving only the suit on the ground.

At this time, the surrounding environment was slightly distorted, and Wen Yan saw a line on the ground, moving two meters towards him from the end of the corridor.

The suit just fell behind the line.

"Xiao Wen, do me a favor and bring me my coat."

"oh……"

Wen Yan picked up the curator's suit.

The curator stared at the ground, watching Wen Yan cross the line without any reaction, and couldn't help but smile.

After getting the suit back, the curator stopped wearing it and folded it up to hide the exposed large banknotes.

Before Wen Yan, who had his head full of questions, could ask, the curator came to the line.

"The boat capsized in the gutter, and I didn't expect that this thing came in at some point, and that it could use this kind of illusion to fake the real thing.

I originally planned to tell you these things later, after all, it is necessary for work.

Behind this line is the old icehouse. No one is allowed to enter except Lao Wang who is keeping watch at night.

Otherwise, if you cross the line, you will pass out.

You young people with strong receptive abilities should be able to understand what I am saying, right? "

"I understand." Wen Yan nodded repeatedly.

After experiencing these things, Wen Yan would not be surprised if the curator said that he was some kind of hidden master, a disciple of Maoshan, and a descendant of the Lin family.

Moreover, he felt that it would be better for him to memorize the employee rules completely later, preferably by memorizing them backwards and turning them into instinct.

"Do you still want to ask why you are not unconscious?"

"kindness."

"In the old saying, you are a soulless person, but you are still alive. But this is what is said in legends and stories. According to those records, your soul should be completely integrated with your body and cannot be separated. It is probably equivalent to being born Seats without souls, so they won’t be taken away from you, do you understand?”

"understood."

Wen Yan was still a little disappointed in his heart. He probably understood why he just met with a few people yesterday and asked some casual questions, but was immediately led to sign a bunch of documents and quickly joined the staff.

It turns out that it’s not that he has a good resume, or that there is a shortage of people here, and he wants everyone.

The curator explained a few more words, but Wen Yan was still trembling.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. You can go outside and bask in the sun. There is nothing you need to do these days. You need to get familiar with it first and get more sun. What happened today is considered a work-related injury and you will be subsidized."

Wen Yan left the old building shivering. The sun had completely risen outside. He sat on a chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun, and gradually felt a little warmth.

He kept thinking about what happened just now in his mind. What happened in the past two days, it seemed that the world was really different from what he thought.

It turns out there really is x, something strange.

That unit recruits new people every year, with high bonuses and good benefits. Is it because the dangers here are actually very high?

…

In the old building.

The curator walked to the mirror at the entrance and tapped the mirror heavily with his finger.

The curator in the mirror immediately changed his face.

"Don't... don't, Lao He, please be gentle and smash it harder."

"When did this thing sneak in? You also used illusions here to trick me into crossing the line. Old Wang, you are not good at reading. If I hadn't been lucky this year and met Xiao Wen, I would have really Maybe the boat capsized in the sewer, and then the body will stink here and people will laugh at it for decades."

"I really don't know. I guarantee you, nothing has gotten past me in the year I've been here."

The curator nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

"That's right. This year, no one has been close to the old icehouse. Maybe a year ago, this thing was hidden here waiting for an opportunity."

The curator shook his head and said nothing more. He looked at his suit and left muttering.

"The boat capsized in the gutter. Hey, this coat is so expensive. Hey..."

In the yard, Wen Yan was basking in the sun and still digesting the information. He accepted it quickly and even felt that it was normal for this kind of thing to happen here.

He thought about the soulless person mentioned by the curator and thought about his dream.

He is a soulless person. Was his soul devoured by that soul-eating beast?