I am your natural enemy

After another day of hanging out, Wen Yan felt quite comfortable. He only worked for a few days in total and was basically fishing.

After work, Wen Yan just walked to the front yard when he saw the curator walking down from the office building.

"Let's go. An old friend of mine has been transferred to Duanzhou next door. We may have business contacts in the future, so I can help him by the way."

"Director..." Wen Yan actually wanted to find an excuse not to go.

"Let's go together. The food in this store has the effect of warming and replenishing yang energy, dispelling yin and removing evil spirits. It can help you recover. Have you been sweating in the sun these days?"

Wen Yan was speechless. He had nothing to do in the past three days. He was just like a gangster. Apart from going to his colleagues to make friends, he would sit in the courtyard and bask in the sun.

When I was basking in the sun, I really just felt warm and comfortable, not hot at all.

You know, it's August now, so of course he knows this is not normal.

The curator drove an old manual transmission. Before driving, he walked around the car three times and patted the back cover of the car gently while doing so.

When driving on the road, the speed was between 40 and 60 the whole time.

"Xiao Wen, after a few days, I see that you seem to be quite receptive and have no plans to resign, so I will tell you about you.

Currently, you are the only one in our unit who can enter the old icehouse. If necessary later, you can only go in once.

However, you may not need to go to that place once in a year or two.

Once you are almost familiar with it, which department you want to go to can depend on your opinion.

If you don't want to stay at work all day, you can go out to work. "

"Listen to the curator's arrangements." Of course Wen Yan would not take this completely seriously. Besides, he had only been here a few days and was not familiar with it yet.

"Well, you'd better be careful lately. We've almost found out. The guy from before probably took advantage of the gap that appeared a year ago to sneak in. He has been lurking in the old office building for more than a year.

But how that guy sneaked in has not been found out yet.

On the back seat are your work clothes. They have just been made and you can wear them every day. It is considered an employee benefit. "

Wen Yan thanked him, but he didn't feel embarrassed to take it apart now and take a look at it. He just looked at the style, which was similar to other colleagues' work clothes.

All the way from a remote suburb to the city, the car stopped at a private restaurant on the roadside.

Wen Yan looked up and vaguely could see a faint layer of light shining on the restaurant's sign. Looking at the light strip, the light merged into the shape of a talisman.

"Let's go. My old friend is already here. You can just eat. We are all old acquaintances. No need to be polite. We don't want to talk about drinking. Times have changed. Please relax."

The curator comforted Wen Yan thoughtfully and walked into the restaurant with a smile.

Wen Yan took two steps and suddenly felt a chill on his back. The chill was particularly familiar to him. It was the chill caused by the phantom of a mummy passing through his body a few days ago.

He looked back and saw that there were only a few vehicles on the road, and there was no one on the sidewalk across the road.

He looked around and looked at the advertisement on the bus stop across the road. He stared at the portrait on the advertisement, and suddenly he saw the portrait slowly smiling. Then the smile became more and more exaggerated, and the corners of his mouth slowly extended to the base of his ears, making both of them smile. The side cheeks were torn.

The next moment, he blinked and everything returned to normal.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment and quickly caught up with the curator in front.

"curator……"

He lowered his voice and quickly recounted what he had just seen.

"Director, am I hallucinating?"

The curator looked solemn, walked to the door, looked at the billboard across the road, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Well, it's just north of Decheng, at the bus stop opposite the old restaurant."

After hanging up the phone, the curator patted Wen Yan on the shoulder, approvingly.

“Well done, please speak up promptly next time and don’t take it as your own illusion.

Generally, when encountering this kind of thing, they think it is a dazzling illusion, and many of them have no good results.

Remember, there is no illusion in this kind of thing.

Normally, it's not the illusion that can be destroyed.

Let's go, let's go eat first. Your yang energy has been a little weak recently, so you need to replenish it. "

Following the curator to the box on the second floor, there was already a middle-aged man inside.

The two middle-aged men exchanged middle-aged man-like greetings before the curator introduced them.

"This is Xiao Wen, Wen Yan, who is new to our unit."

Then he introduced Wen Yan.

"This is Lao Cai, Cai Qidong, who has been transferred to work in our county and is now the new minister of the Lieyang Department of this county.

We usually cooperate with the Lieyang Department to handle the finishing work of some incidents. "

After exchanging pleasantries and just as the food was being served, there was a muffled sound outside, followed closely by the light of fire.

The three of them immediately stood up, came to the window and looked out.

A car crashed into a billboard at the bus stop opposite, and a fire broke out.

Wen Yan looked at the curator with a look of astonishment, shocked in his heart. Good guy, did you handle it so quickly? Or handle it in this simple and crude way?

However, the curator's face was as dark as water, and he quickly told Cai Qidong what had just happened.

"You're really looking for death."

Cai Qidong sneered, jumped down from the second floor, rushed to the burning car in a few steps, smashed the cab glass with one punch, and pulled out the driver who didn't know whether he was alive or dead inside with one hand.

After a few minutes, the fire truck arrived and put out the completely ignited fire, and an ambulance took away the driver.

Cai Qidong returned to the restaurant.

"It should be an accident. Someone will handle it later, so don't worry about it."

"Ha..." the curator laughed out loud: "Ah, yes, yes, eat, eat. If you don't eat, the food will get cold."

Wen Yan wanted to ask. Now, no matter how stupid he was, he understood that this was not handled by any department at all.

He was a little uneasy, feeling like he was on a pirate ship. He thought of the mummy phantom he encountered a few days ago.

The curator said that the guy went to the old ice warehouse to get his own body, and now the only newcomer who can enter the old ice warehouse is Wen Yan.

After contacting me again, the curator said that it is still unclear how that guy got in. Today he met the person on the billboard smiling at him again.

Wen Yan couldn't help but think of a question. Is there anyone else who wants to bring something out of the old icehouse?

Is it possible that some guys already know that he can enter the old icehouse?

He was so preoccupied with this kind of problem that he didn't care that the meal was extremely delicious. After eating it, it made him sweat slightly and feel warm in his belly.

After dinner, the curator took him home on the way.

When he got home, he opened the plastic bag and took out new work clothes, a black vest and a black coat. He touched them with his hands and felt a familiar touch.

He turned the vest over and shined a flashlight on the lining, vaguely seeing old banknotes inside.

Wen Yan thought for a while and immediately put on this ugly vest.

The curator was really right, this is really a benefit.

Wearing work clothes made him feel a little safer. He had seen with his own eyes the magical effect of the curator's suit jacket.

A few hours later, Wen Yan quit the game, turned off the computer, and was about to wash up and go to bed when he saw a goldfish in the fish tank blowing bubbles against the water.

He fed the goldfish some fish food, and just as he was about to put the fish food down, he heard a sound.

"That's it? I've been hungry all day!"

Wen Yan paused for a moment and looked at the fish tank. The goldfish was swimming near the water surface, spitting bubbles.

"What are you looking at? I'm not full yet."

The goldfish complained again, and Wen Yan suddenly picked up the small net, fished out the goldfish, threw it on the ground, and trampled it to death.

He is a person who especially listens to others' advice and keeps in mind the curator's teachings today. It is best not to treat anything that you think is an illusion as an illusion. If it can be killed, it is definitely not an illusion.

Seeing the crushed goldfish motionless and silent, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, his phone rang, it was the curator.

"Hello, Curator."

"Xiao Wen, are you okay? Are you hallucinating? You'd better come to the hospital. The fungus you ate this afternoon was undercooked and poisonous."

"ah?"

"Ah, what? No one would have thought that a chef who has never had any problems making mushrooms for thirty years would fail to cook them properly. He was so arrogant that he had been doing this for thirty years. , it’s definitely not his problem, it’s our own poisoning from eating other things.”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan was a little confused. He lowered his head and looked at the crushed goldfish on the ground. He stubbornly raised half of his head and tilted his mouth in mockery.

"Brother, are the mushrooms delicious?"