I am your natural enemy

In the past few decades, Decheng Funeral Home has been rebuilt twice, which many people know. Of course, many people know that the reason for the reconstruction is that the existing equipment buildings can no longer keep up with the changes in demand.

The first expansion was based on this reason, and the second expansion was based on the installation of a luxury furnace system.

But in fact, every time it was out of control and ran wild, and every time it was late at night, so Decheng Funeral Home was only open between sunrise and sunset, and the rest of the time it was closed.

Even if there was no out-of-control situation, it was just manifested at night, not before sunset.

This time it was obviously different, and the curator was particularly worried that Wen Yan would come at this time, and something big might happen.

After waiting for a long time, there was no other change. The curator remembered what Wen Yan said at the end. This time it really had nothing to do with Wen Yan, and it was unreasonable to blame Wen Yan.

The curator reported the situation here, and personally checked the place except the old ice storage, and contacted Lao Wang again. After confirming that there was no big problem, he closed the door and left.

Except for those who had left work early, only Zhang from the cremation department was left waiting for the last customer to come out.

Wen Yan didn't come, but Pei Tugou, who was introduced by Wen Yan, worked diligently. As for this person, if he was a little bit good, there was no need to worry too much, and if he was not good, ordinary people could handle it.

At least in the past few months, the number of problems in Decheng Funeral Home was almost zero, plummeting to the bottom year-on-year. Against the background of the accelerated recovery of spiritual energy this year, this data was very eye-catching.

Seeing that this month was coming to the end of the month and the end of the year, the curator was a little anxious.

Before, it could be said that every time Wen Yan came, there was something wrong. At least this was supported by data and some metaphysics, but he felt that this was just because he had not found a perfect explanation, not just blind superstition.

And there was no incident, but the curator was worried that this was going to be a big one. Today, he was scared and thought that there would be another out-of-control situation. He had made preparations to transfer as many people as possible and sacrificed here today.

Now that everything is safe and sound, the curator is not in a hurry to go back. He sat in the car, looked at the unit, and called his family.

Listening to the family members chattering, they wondered if it was time for dinner, and they said they would not come back for dinner today.

The curator sighed as he listened to them.

"I wanted to fight for the treatment of a martyr's family member for you, but there was no chance."

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then he stopped chattering and said one sentence.

"Go home for dinner after get off work. I steamed spareribs and made soup today."

The curator sat in the car and looked at the unit for another hour, but there was no movement. The mobile phone had also sent a notice that the crematorium was temporarily closed for three days for maintenance and renovation. The families of customers who had made appointments could be transferred to other funeral homes for free.

The road leading here has now been closed, because the weather forecast predicts that there will be heavy rain in the next few days, and there is a risk of landslides and falling rocks on the mountains on the roadside, and the danger is now being cleared.

On the way back, the curator could even see some large and small stones scattered on the road, and there were risk warning signs on the road, placed in the middle of the road, and there were various warnings a few dozen meters away.

Seeing these stones, drivers passing by will automatically detour and take other roads.

There are already several emergency plans for Decheng Funeral Home.

If there is no better way, Decheng Funeral Home would have moved long ago.

On the other side, Wen Yan also received a message, which was directly given to him by the headquarters.

A picture, in the picture, in a forest, a seven or eight meter high skeleton arch, rising from the ground, the surrounding trees all collapsed and died. From the photo, it can be seen that behind the lonely skeleton arch, it is pitch black, and the feeling of depression can be felt without going to the scene in person.

There is also a time stamp on the photo.

In addition to this photo and the incident in the Northeast, there was another incident at almost the same time, with an error of no more than one minute, and Decheng Funeral Home also had unusual movements.

Later, the skeleton arch disappeared, and the unusual movements of Decheng Funeral Home also disappeared, and the time error was no more than one minute.

Wen Yan was silent after seeing these messages.

The curator must not know these messages, otherwise he would definitely not talk to him properly.

Because the person captured in the northeast was the one who attacked him in the underworld before.

But that guy was obviously silenced, and he made a big fuss in order to not leave the body.

The other party used some unknown method to summon a skeleton archway and swallowed the man directly.

The skeleton archway has a great probability of affecting the Decheng Funeral Home. The time of appearance and end is basically completely consistent, and the probability of coincidence is not high.

More importantly, according to the description of the person who took action at that time, it was indeed similar to the feeling when the abnormality occurred in the Decheng Funeral Home.

This has brought up a serious new problem.

When the abnormality occurred in the Decheng Funeral Home in the past, did someone also summon the skeleton archway by unknown method? So there was a resonance at the Decheng Funeral Home?

Or when the abnormal situation in the Decheng Funeral Home appeared, it did not mean that there was a resonance every time?

These cannot be verified for the time being, but the things summarized and concluded in the past have become a bit like the turkey theory, and the credibility has begun to plummet.

Wen Yan looked at his phone and saw the notice that Decheng Funeral Home had suspended business.

Obviously, before it was confirmed, Decheng Funeral Home would be difficult to open to the public. The only thing it might have to do was the orders of the Lieyang Department.

Wen Yan thought about it and called Feng Yao.

"Are you busy?"

"No, what's the matter, tell me."

"It's okay if you're not busy. I found some work for you. I'll send some ghosts to you."

"What's the matter?"

"It's the ghosts who attacked me before. The conscious ones have been sent away, and the rest should be unconscious."

"Okay, as long as you don't send them to the headquarters!"

Wen Yan looked at the sky and didn't rush to leave. He had a meal at home, went to play with his stupid son, and waited until it was completely dark before going out.

He went to Yuzhou via the Luosha Ghost Market. The Luosha Ghost Market was as lively as before at night.

At this point, the ghosts selling soup noodles had already set up their stalls, and the soup was already cooked, waiting for customers to come.

Wen Yan has been here quite often. Even if people who have stayed here for a long time don't know Wen Yan, they know him and that he is a friend of Prince Zhu.

Wen Yan walked through the Luosha Ghost Market and looked at the various ghosts who were still living. He felt much more intimate, just like when he went to the market before, some people were selling all kinds of things, and some were selling food and drinks. At that time, the roujiamo for 1.5 yuan and the mutton soup for 2.5 yuan a bowl were no longer seen.

Passing by the teahouse, this is still the most lively place in the Luosha Ghost Market. There are ghosts bragging and chatting here at any time. Sometimes when someone is happy, they will invite everyone present to have a drink. This has become a trend.

When Wen Yan passed by, there were not many people inside. It was not the peak time at midnight. For ghosts, this moment was equivalent to the morning market.

Wen Yan passed by, and Mai Conggui, who had been squatting here, saw Wen Yan, and his eyes immediately lit up, and he immediately left the teahouse from another direction.

He knew that Wen Yan was going in this direction, most likely to go to Yuzhou, so he left the door first and waited outside.

When Wen Yan passed by, he still greeted the guards here and exchanged a few words.

When he came out, he heard Mai Conggui sticking his head out of the corner and meowing like a cat.

Wen Yan looked and saw that this was his informant Mai Conggui. This guy had given him intelligence several times, and they were all very important. Now, regardless of whether there is important intelligence or not, Wen Yan will give him a salary every month, like an extra subsidy, and when there is intelligence, he will give him extra money.

Wen Yan looked around and pointed to another corner.

"Boss, I got some information these days."

"Tell me about it."

"The day before yesterday, I heard about the ghost god of wealth, but I didn't care about it at the time. Those guys were all wiped out by the Lieyang tribe.

But yesterday, I heard this word again, and there was also a temple and so on, and I felt something was wrong.

Today I specifically squatted on that ghost and listened carefully, and I really heard something.

That guy seems to have been recruited by someone. I heard that the benefits are not bad. He will go to work in the next two days.

So far, no one cares. You can see that he is in a good mood."

"Huh? Are there many people recruiting ghosts now?" Wen Yan first caught this information. Being able to recruit in Luosha Ghost Market at least proves that this is not a particularly rare thing.

"Since the Lieyang Department of Guanzhong County began to recruit ghosts, many ghosts have been recruited.

Some people have tried to recruit ghosts to work. I heard that several ghosts with special abilities have been recruited.

Yesterday, a programmer ghost who used to drink here every day and lived a day without any special talents was also recruited.

That guy was generous for once and treated me to a delicious meal."

"Get to the point."

"Originally, I didn't care too much about this kind of thing. These days, if not every day, there will always be a lucky person every two days.

But the ghost I heard about, I met him today, he was in a very good mood Bad.

He said he was ready to go to work and work hard for others.

Suddenly someone informed him that he didn't need to go. The person who informed him told him that the company had closed down and the boss was gone.

Of course, he didn't have to pay back the one-month salary in advance, and it was just considered as lost wages.

This guy was a little dissatisfied and said a lot.

He said he was going to work hard in the northeastern border. He had borrowed a lot of money, and now it was gone, and he had only one month's salary to send beggars.

He said he was going to do another job and promote it to the local ghost god of wealth, otherwise he couldn't pay the money back. "

Wen Yan didn't ask Mai Conggui how he got the news, he just asked.

"Do you know what that guy's name is? Is he a person who can open a bank account?"

"Yes, he has a bank card. This guy took advantage of the Guanzhong County policy before. Although he was not recruited separately, he did work once before and had a record, so now he also has a bank card, but it's not the same as a living person. "

Mai Conggui told Wen Yan a name, and then told him his appearance, height, dress, etc.

Wen Yan nodded. With a name and a bank card, it would be easy.

According to Mai Conggui, this ghost should be one of the ghosts recruited at the beginning. This guy got a good deal, got a registered identity, and was able to open a bank card of his own.

"Anything else? Where does he take the job of the ground promotion he mentioned?"

"I don't know about that, but there is such a job. They said they dare not promote it to living people, so they promote it here.

Everyone knows that the ghost god of wealth has just been sanctioned, and now it is obviously showing up again.

I don't know why these guys are like cockroaches, and they can't be killed."

"Please help me find out about this, and prioritize your own safety."

"Okay, boss."

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and transferred a sum of intelligence fees to him directly in front of Mai Conggui.

Mai Conggui thought that the ghost god of wealth was still the one that was sanctioned, but Wen Yan knew as soon as he heard it that this time it was a local one.

Say they are bold, they don't seem to rely on living people at all.

Say they are low-key, they have even started to use the ground promotion.

It's amazing, the ground promotion personnel have appeared.

Are they low-key or radical?

After saying goodbye to Mai Conggui, Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and asked the black box to check it. Sure enough, there was such a person, one of the ghosts in the large group of extras when Wen Yan recruited extras.

There are transfer records, but only one transfer exceeds three digits, 22,000, to a shell company in the northeast.

But it doesn't matter. If we find the clue, we won't have to worry about finding the person.

I asked Black Box to check it, but it couldn't be directly traced in the records. People will have to check it in person.

But the person who was traced and the place where he was located reminded Wen Yan of what happened last night.

Because this place is the city where the Ma's ancestral hall belongs.

You can't blame Wen Yan for thinking too much.

Wen Yan just passed on this information and didn't care about it anymore. The Lieyang tribe is much better at investigating these things than him.

All the way to the Lieyang tribe in Yuzhou, Wen Yan put a cold and black jade carving on the table, and the whole room instantly began to emit a chilling chill.

Feng Yao looked at the jade carving and his face changed slightly.

"What kind of big ghost is this?"

"There aren't any, they are all ordinary, not strong, and basically unconscious."

"How many of them are there to have such a strong Yin Qi?!"

"I haven't counted them, two or three hundred, or three or four hundred, the ghosts that attacked me, you can handle them as you see fit. According to my current guess, these ghosts are either victims or were tricked.

I guess they were all tricked, after all, if the ghost disappeared, no one would report it missing."

"..."

Feng Yao took a look and felt a little overwhelmed. There were hundreds of ghosts, how could he handle them? If he checked them one by one, the workload would be too heavy.

"No, I'll send them to the headquarters."

"Forget it, brother, it won't be that serious. Leave them here, I'll handle it." Feng Yao sighed, and if he asked Wen Yan to send a pair of ghosts to the capital, it would be fun.

"Let me ask you something. Do you know about the Decheng funeral home? Is that place considered a territory?"

"Yes, no. To be more specific, I'm not very clear. When Minister Cai was here, he told me that some things are not good to know. The moment you know, you will start to fall into danger. The literal meaning of danger, not the symbolic meaning."

Wen Yan was not too surprised by this answer. He checked it himself. He didn't have enough authority to find out the truth.

Even if he used a black box to check, the black box only told him that this was a top-secret document and he was not qualified to view it, not even the file name.

At the same time, a meeting was being held in the headquarters.

The two deputy ministers, plus the heads of other relevant departments, were all present.

The director nodded to the secretary next to him, and the secretary distributed the meeting documents.

"There are a lot of documents. You can take a look first."

The documents ranged from Fan Zeyun who surrendered himself, to the ghost market case that was destroyed that year, to the ghost god of wealth, the local ghost god of wealth, to the Ma's ancestral hall found this time, and to the last skeleton archway.

There are dozens of names involved, and all these things are linked together.

Just when everyone looked solemn, the head of the headquarters looked at what Wen Yanxin sent and asked the secretary to reprint the documents.

This time, Decheng Funeral Home was added.

The head of the headquarters crossed his fingers on the table and looked at everyone with a gloomy face. Ten minutes later, when the head of the headquarters saw everyone looking up, he slowly spoke.

"The situation is already very serious.

You should all know what is in Decheng Funeral Home.

Even if you are not a very knowledgeable person, you should know the significance of its existence.

If it is completely out of control, it will not be a matter of life and death for the people of the city.

It is a more serious and more difficult to control chaos than the Great Wilderness.

Now it is almost certain that someone can use some methods to resonate there.

Now, related matters are listed as the first priority.

Who is in favor and who is against."

The head of the headquarters spoke slowly, but his tone was word by word, and he could not refuse.

Everyone present fell silent.

If it was just a case from decades ago, they could discuss it.

Even if it was just one of them, it could still be discussed.

But all these things are connected together, and the fact that something strange happened at the Decheng Funeral Home before sunset yesterday is the final straw.

There is no room for negotiation.

"Agree."

"Second."

"Second."

Everyone raised their hands, no one had any objections.

After the meeting, the Lieyang Department began to move. In recent months, except for events related to the world boss, nothing was listed as the top priority by the headquarters.

And events related to the world boss are because according to the rules of the doomsday computer, only things that may cause large-scale biological extinction and complete collapse of order can be called world bosses.

After the meeting, the head of the headquarters returned to the office. He did not rush to make arrangements. He first called Wen Yan and asked Wen Yan to come.

More than an hour later, Wen Yan appeared in the head of the headquarters office.

"It's so late, the head of the headquarters is still working overtime?"

"Don't be funny, I have something serious to talk to you about."

"You say."

"What do you think about the person being silenced this time?"

"Is he afraid that we can find out something by following the clues?"

"That's all? Think about it carefully." The head of the headquarters asked again with a smile.

Wen Yan put away his playful smile, thought about it seriously, and said after careful consideration.

"It seems that he was trying to cover up that he had peed in his pants, so he peed directly in his crotch."