I am your natural enemy

When Wen Yan returned home, he immediately began to search for all kinds of abnormal things. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, he found only a few false words.

I finally found one that looked real, and when I saw the end, I found a line of text.

"If you want to see the follow-up, please log in to the Chinese website of the terminal and search..."

Wen Yan was speechless.

He gave up looking for these unreliable ones and started searching for things related to Decheng Funeral Home.

At least the staffing can be found directly.

The curator is He Jian, and he has been working here for most of his life.

Wen Yan looked for the old Wang mentioned by the curator, but there was currently no one named Wang.

When I found the historical records from last year, I found a person named Wang, but he had passed away.

As for other information, there is not much valuable information that can be found.

For example, a fire evacuation map with escape routes marked.

It was confirmed that the current Decheng Funeral Home had been expanded twice, and the building where he encountered the ghost was the earliest office building.

Today's office buildings are newly built.

Wen Yan wanted to find something abnormal, but there were only a few rumors that had no beginning or end.

Wen Yan turned off the computer and shook his head. Forget it, it would be better to ask the curator directly later.

He was now certain that he had indeed encountered the Soul-Eating Beast on his way back in his dream, and that something had indeed happened.

Even if he didn't choose a profession that day, he wouldn't be able to leave. It was probably related to the appearance of the Soul-Eating Beast.

However, there were no large numbers of deaths anywhere inside or outside China.

Whether it's all kinds of news or self-media, if you keep searching, what you can find is a flash flood in a certain place, a minor earthquake in a certain place, a chemical plant leak in a certain place, etc.

But there were no casualties above single digits.

Unfortunately, many of the delicacies he was familiar with had lost their "souls," and no one thought it was abnormal.

And he himself became a soulless person, because he had truly felt his soul being absorbed before, so he was definitely not born a soulless person.

Therefore, there must be a soul-eating beast, and that guy's definition of soul is a bit off.

Food has lost its soul, at least it can be restored.

When people die, nothing is left.

If that were the case, Wen Yan would still be able to accept it.

The world has become different. It may have become different a long time ago, but he never knew it before.

Looking back carefully, there were indeed many clues, but he had never thought about it before.

The next day, Wen Yan went to work as usual, wandering around like a gangster, learning to adapt, and spending more time actually finding a place to bask in the sun.

The director still didn't arrange work for him, and no one cared about the other two deputy directors. He only met one of the deputy directors in charge of the administrative office on the first day.

Wen Yan is so familiar with the environment and his colleagues. Three days have passed. The fishing class he once dreamed of has only been three days, and he feels uncomfortable.

He couldn't help his curiosity and came to the curator's office.

He wanted to ask, who was that person he met in the old office building that day? What's next?

Moreover, he was more curious about the employee rules in the old office building, which were so strict and a bit weird. Judging from his experience, I am afraid that every rule represents something that has happened.

It's a pity that after three days in the workplace, I'm already familiar with my colleagues, but I haven't heard anything related to it.

The only thing I heard about related to the regulations was that a colleague from the cremation department accepted the red envelope that the family members stuffed into their pockets. The deputy director called him to the office and slapped him, and gave him a day off. Go home and reflect.

Wen Yan knocked on the door of the curator's office.

The curator still wore the ill-fitting black suit and did not take it off in the office, and the damage was no longer visible.

It's just that it's summer, isn't it hot?

Wen Yan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the air conditioner was turned on to 19 degrees.

The curator looked warm and waved to Wen Yan.

"Sit down wherever you like, I just have something to tell you."

"Don't you want to know about that guy that day?"

"It just so happens that Lao Wang is busy with other things. Go to the old ice warehouse and find cabinet No. 89."

"Inside is the body of the guy we met. He probably pushed him to the cremation department for his own body. There happened to be a luxury furnace available."

"Then in the afternoon, come have a meal with me. An old friend is here and I need to entertain him."

After listening to the curator's words, Wen Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say something. The curator stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax, the guy has crossed the line and is gone. Follow the regulations and burn the body to complete the procedure."

Wen Yan wanted to say something else, but the curator laughed again.

"You young people, aren't you still scared? How about I accompany you?"

Wen Yan sighed after leaving the curator's office.

The curator was really just being polite. He really wanted the curator to show him the way.

Of course he also knew that if the curator crossed the line, he would rush into the street. He saw it with his own eyes last time.

When we walked downstairs, the curator opened the window and gave another worried warning.

"Remember to read the employee rules first."

Wen Yan came all the way to the old office building, walked through the long corridor, and crossed the line at the end of the corridor, only to see a downward elevator and a downward staircase at the end.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked down the stairs, all the way to the ground floor.

There is a number "1-50" next to the door on the basement floor.

Continue walking down to the second underground floor, numbered "51-100".

The door was locked. He took out the key given by the curator, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the door as expected.

A chilly air hit my face. Apart from a few simple push beds, there was only a row of stainless steel cabinets. Each cabinet door had a number engraved on it and was traced with red paint.

It's very ordinary, not much different from what I've seen before.

Just when Wen Yan was about to politely interrupt, the employee code that he had just read several times came to mind.

It is forbidden to talk in the work room where the body is present.

Wen Yan put on his mask and gloves and went all the way to cabinet No. 89. He pulled out the body inside and confirmed the text information. Then he opened the body bag and saw a wax-sealed mummy inside.

This has been here for at least ten years.

The wax corpse was exactly the same as the phantom he encountered a few days ago, but not as ferocious.

Okay, the identity is completely confirmed.

He pulled up the body bag, pushed the flat bed, left the old icehouse, locked the door, and took the elevator up. The journey was smooth and nothing happened.

He didn't even feel much pressure or fear in his heart. He was very sure that what was lying here was definitely just a corpse.

Wen Yan was inexplicably relieved when he saw the wax mummy being pushed into the so-called luxurious furnace.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the first customer he had sent away personally after entering the company.

It should be... right?

After a long time, he came back to his senses when someone walked up to him.

The person who came was in his fifties, with a dark face, wearing a blue overalls, and held a cigarette case in front of him.

"Used to it."

Wen Yan hesitated, took out one, and followed him outside.

Seeing the other party puffing away, Wen Yan asked confusedly.

"Uncle Zhang, is it common here?"

"It's not common." Zhang Kuang replied naturally. He knew what Wen Yan wanted to ask: "If you feel uncomfortable, come to the cremation department. Once here, everyone from family members to leaders is easy to talk to."

“What if we meet that kind of customer who is not very quiet?”

Zhang Kuang took a puff of cigarette and laughed.

"Then fire hard."