I am your natural enemy

Zhuge Wanjun jumped back. With her connections among the aliens, it was easier to know whether many aliens had entered Duanzhou than in the Lieyang Department.

Not all aliens like to go to the city. Most of the aliens with more obvious shapes, or those who are difficult to disguise as humans, don't like to move around in the city.

If they are active in the wilderness, as long as they are not close to a road, they are unlikely to be photographed.

In addition, channels such as the water ghost field can also bypass supervision and appear in Duanzhou.

Since the water ghost realm can enter the chemical plant realm, there is always a way to get there. Without the help of the water ghost Wang Xueqi, there must be other ways.

Zhuge Wanjun kept listing names one by one. She knew very well that this was not an ordinary period where she could compromise amid constant pulling and pulling, but a standard zero-sum game.

If she wants to live, and if she survives without being liquidated, she can only do her best and follow Wen Yan's path into darkness.

At least judging from the information she got so far, and her feelings after meeting Wen Yan in person, she felt that Wen Yan had a much better chance of winning.

She just asked if she could arrange for two clients with some status, so that she could make sense on the surface.

Three people were arranged there within a few minutes. Those three people's schedules were obviously booked in advance. As a big lawyer at Nanqiang Law Firm, she had to make appointments in advance for meetings.

This alone made her understand that her decisive jump this time was indeed the right one.

If she hesitates for one more day, nothing will happen to her later.

And she was right. Mo Zhicheng's bad behavior will never change.

She had thought that after being brainwashed, she might not be an ordinary consumable. Unexpectedly, she was given a task the next day and if she couldn't do it, she would die.

She herself felt that she was a little naive, thinking that the fake Mo Zhicheng would be treated differently.

In fact, she is also a consumable, but may be slightly more valuable than other consumables.

Now, the fake Mo Zhicheng probably has no time to pay attention to her, and there are many things she can do.

On the other side, Feng Yao had dark circles under his eyes. After scratching his head, his hair began to fall out in large quantities.

Wen Yan is not a human being, so what kind of conditions were given to him? If he wants to find something that meets the conditions, he must at least prepare all possible data first, then write an algorithm and feed it to the supercomputer for preliminary screening. .

But the data that this may contain is an astronomical number, and it is absolutely impossible to guarantee that there are no omissions.

Feng Yao continued to investigate according to the conditions given by Wen Yan, and soon completed the investigation of things related to the identity of "Zhang Fan", without any results.

This is quite normal. Mo Zhicheng has only been pretending to be Zhang Fan for two days.

The next focus is to continue to investigate everything when the other party uses the identity of "Mo Zhicheng", which is a bit fatal.

Wen Yan followed the prompts and could basically deduce that during the period of time when he transformed into Mo Zhicheng, he needed to be completely devoted, so he must have done everything completely as Mo Zhicheng, and he would definitely not have left in the middle.

But Mo Zhicheng is an online ride-hailing driver, and he has come into contact with so many people that he may not even remember them clearly.

In addition, the trajectory he took was just driving around, and it would be difficult to trace who he would meet during the process.

Even if it was difficult to check, he had to check. He still believed that Wen Yan was not the kind of person who didn't know the importance of things.

At this time, when I suddenly mentioned this, it must be a very important thing.

Wen Yan can't help with any of these things. He gave the information, and it's not his turn to do the rest. He's not good at those things either.

He was just practicing boxing over and over again to perfect the Lie Yang Fist. In the process of practicing boxing, he could calm down and think about problems.

The fake Mo Zhicheng is already in the process of changing jobs. So, who is the real architect?

In the Duanzhou hotel, Zhang Fan, who was pretending to be Mo Zhicheng, was indeed no longer in the hotel.

The mobile phone with the identity of "Zhang Fan" was left in the hotel room.

Others quietly came to a locked room on the bottom floor of the hotel's underground parking lot.

This was originally a small storage room for temporary storage of things. Later, water leaked and flooded the place. A staff member drowned in it for some reason, and the place was sealed.

He took out the key and opened the door. Half the room was filled with water, and there was a hint of black in the water.

He took off his glasses and turned into a person who looked very ordinary and smiled very kindly. This was his true appearance.

He put on his equipment and dived into the water. It was like jumping into a deep dark sea.

He closed his eyes and moved forward quickly in the water with the help of equipment. After ten minutes, he rushed out of the water and opened his eyes, as if he was back in the storage room in the basement.

There are only some shelves left here, all covered with rust.

This place is filled with an empty, depressing, and dead atmosphere. This is a very small area.

He walked out of the water and pushed open the door of the storage room. It was dark outside, only nothingness, as if there was nothing.

He stood here, stretched out a hand, and plunged into the dark void. He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and took a step towards the darkness.

"There should be concrete floors here."

As his words fell, the concrete floor appeared where his feet landed, centered on him and spreading to the surroundings.

In an instant, an empty hall appeared.

"There are load-bearing columns here."

Then, thick reinforced concrete load-bearing columns appeared, becoming more and more like the underground parking lot when they entered just now.

He closed his eyes and walked forward step by step. As his words continued to fall, the three-story parking lot, including various pipes and doors above, began to emerge.

Except that there are no cars, at least the layout here is no different from an underground parking lot in the real world.

"What I said is true."

As the fake Mo Zhicheng finished his last words, the walls, pillars, etc., which still looked a bit new and were as smooth as textures, seemed to have experienced the erosion of time and gradually became no different from a real underground parking lot.

And here, there is an atmosphere of dilapidation, decay, and death.

Fake Mo Zhicheng opened his eyes, looked at all this, and smiled.

He finally felt it, and he completed the last little journey of changing jobs.

Construct a real field, and it is a second-class field.

He tried many places, but this was the only place where he succeeded in using the right location to build a small house area of ​​only a dozen square meters. He didn't even succeed in building a boundary. When he opened the door, it was nothingness.

Entering here, you cannot enter like an ordinary realm. You can only enter here with the help of the dark deep sea.

Only he can sense the existence here, and only he can come here.

Now, he finally completed the last piece of the puzzle and took a tricky approach to construct a second-category realm based on the current world, a real second-category realm.

Job transfer successful.

His profession has also become a real architect.

Everything I say, everything I think, and everything I frame is true.

He looked at his arm.

"My left hand is covered with black scales that are comparable to white steel. What I say is true."

The next moment, fine intertwined scales appeared on his arms. He stretched out his hand and casually scratched the wall next to him, easily leaving several deep scratches, and his movements were not greatly affected.

After feeling it for a while, he shook his head.

It actually still has a duration. With his ability to successfully change jobs, this kind of change cannot be turned into a long-term fixed change, and can only last for more than thirty hours at most.

He dispersed the maintenance and his arm returned to its original state. He thought about it and muttered another sentence.

"I can become white-haired and stiff, but I still have a clear consciousness. This sentence is true."

The next moment, fine white hair immediately appeared on his body, and it turned into white hair in an instant. The white hair was like a steel brush, scraping off a large amount of powder against a concrete wall.

This time, it lasted even shorter, only lasting three hours.

He dismissed the state again and took out his rimless glasses.

"It turns into half-rimmed glasses. This sentence is true."

Watching the rimless glasses change shape, he felt carefully that this simple deformation did not affect its own power, but could turn into a real reality and exist for a long time.

He put on half-rimmed glasses and soon transformed into Zhang Fan. The slight change in appearance had no impact on the power of the strange object itself.

He smiled, took off his glasses, looked back at the newly emerged field, and turned to leave.

If nothing else happens, he will never come to this area again, and no one will be discovered here.

Now, he's on to the next thing.

Find the Soul-Eating Beast, control the Soul-Eating Beast, and then pursue the reality he wants.

…

At night, Wen Yan was still practicing boxing, and it seemed that boxing practice had become instinctive. His thoughts had already drifted to nowhere. All he was thinking about was how to find the thing in the prompt.

After he finished practicing his fists, he faintly noticed the floating of Yin Qi, which brought him back from his thoughts.

Turning back and looking towards the row behind, I saw that the door of Lao Zhao's villa had been opened, and the five brothers, Wai Gua Spie Zao, came out pushing and shoving.

"I told you that people are very annoying and busy."

"That's right, I don't have time to care about you."

"You guys are as indifferent as Lao Zhao, you just know how to eat."

"Eat, eat, eat, you'll know how to cut chicken for free."

"If you don't eat plain chicken for a week, you will die!"

The five brothers were scolding each other, but they walked out after scolding each other.

Wen Yan came back to his senses, looked at the five brothers and smiled.

"Is it the weekend again? I'm sorry, I've been busy these two days, and I forgot. I'll order white-cut chicken for you."

When Wen Yan said this, the five brothers felt a little embarrassed.

"No no……"

"We're just greedy."

"We know you are busy and we are not in a hurry."

"Yes, yes, tomorrow is fine too."

"Your business is important, it doesn't matter if we don't eat."

Wen Yan's thoughts were pulled back, and he stopped practicing boxing after thinking about it. He was also a little hungry. Everyone was probably hungry, so he just wanted to order a takeaway.

"Just wait a moment."

When he returned to the house, the little zombie and the sparrow cat sat side by side, looking at him pitifully. However, the two little ones were also very sensible and did not bother him before.

"The meal will be served in a moment. Don't worry. I have set up a small password-free payment on my mobile phone. Next time Quemao and you are hungry or want to eat, if I am not here, you can order it by yourself."

"How much is the small amount?" Quemao's eyes lit up and he asked coyly.

"Under a hundred."

The sparrow cat suddenly narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but giggle.

Then what's the fifty yuan for food? Wouldn't it be better to just order whatever you want?

Wen Yan replied casually, and quickly ordered two large portions of plain-cut chicken and two more dishes. After paying, he saw the store taking the order, and then the delivery person only changed once, and he was picked up without changing again. , he felt relieved and put away his phone.

After checking the call records again, no one called him, and Zhuge Wanjun didn't call again.

"Where's Zhang Laoxi?"

"I heard that he went back to his old house to move things. He still has a lot of things there. After moving them all here, he will live next door to us."

"Okay, let's eat it ourselves later."

Half an hour later, Wen Yan stood waiting at the door and looked around. His row, the left and right sides, and the row in front were all dark, with only the street lights on.

Even the apartment next door where Zhang Laoxi lives is pitch black.

He saw a car light turn on on the road, and a rider turned the accelerator to the bottom, roaring towards him.

Wen Yan took a look and saw that it was the guy from last time again. This guy's face was a little pale, and there was uncontrollable fear in his eyes. He was obviously a little scared of this place.

"Mr. Wen, the meal you ordered."

"Okay, thank you. Next time you deliver something, if I don't come down, you can just leave it at the door of the yard."

"Ah...oh oh..."

If it were somewhere else, the rider wouldn't think too much about it, but when he thought of the rumors about this place for no reason, he couldn't help but start thinking, and he was shocked.

"Please give me a good review."

After saying a few words, the rider turned the accelerator to the bottom and roared away.

Wen Yan sighed and sent it off for the second time, but was still frightened by the rumors here.

He looked around and saw that the street lights were quite bright.

After thinking about it, he opened the food delivery app, gave a rare review, and gave a good review. Then after thinking about it, he tipped the rider another twenty...

After inputting the numbers, he thought about it again, gritted his teeth, and gave fifty.

If he wasn't at home, there would be Quemao, Little Zombie, Uncle, and the five brothers Lao Zhao and Wai Gua Pi Zao in the back row. If they were all put together, no one would be found alive.

This is a place where people come to deliver food. If you accidentally see someone, they will definitely not dare to come next time.

Twice in a row, it was this guy who came to deliver it. It was probably certain that no one else in this area would be willing to deliver it here.

After giving a good review, Wen Yan carried the dishes and returned to the room.

"Feng Yao, let's eat first, and then we'll do it after we finish eating."

Feng Yao looked at the computer and tapped it, letting the computer connect to Lieyang Department's server and run on its own, while he came over to eat.

As usual, he fed the little zombie, gave the sparrow cat a bowl of noodles, and then gave each of them a tomato blessed with yang energy. Then, Wen Yan carried a bowl of food to the basement and served it in front of Uncle.

"Uncle, it's time to eat. I'm too busy today and I have to eat takeout again. Don't dislike it, Uncle."

After lighting the incense and bowing, place it in the incense burner.

Wen Yan then walked up, took out a large portion of plain-cut chicken, and walked to the backyard.

He placed the plain-cut chicken at the gate of Lao Zhao's villa.

"I'm quite busy today, so let's make do with it first. If everything goes well and the trouble is solved in a few days, I'll invite you to my house for dinner."

The door opened, and the five brothers were crowded at the door, looking at Wen Yan with some embarrassment.

Wen Yan smiled and waved.

"Is the soy sauce poured on it for you? Or do you dip it yourself?"

"Just pour it on top."

"Okay, then you can eat."

After feeding the five brothers, Wen Yan turned around and left.

They brought the plain-cut chicken in and placed it on the altar table on the first floor of the room. The five brothers were not in a hurry to eat it, so they pulled Lao Zhao over together.

Lao Zhao just stretched out his hand, took a chicken head, took a bite, and the five brothers started singing together.

"Old Zhao, you have to be conscientious even if you are a ghost."

"Yes, Wen Yan is such a good person."

"People have let you bask in the sun."

"I'll give you plain chicken to eat, and I'll bring you the soy sauce."

"If you don't do something, do you still have a conscience when eating plain chicken?"

Lao Zhao looked at the five brothers and then realized that for the first time, the five brothers let him eat first. There must be some evil, and he was still fooled.

"What are you guys going to do?"

When the five brothers heard this, their eyes lit up.

"Don't say you can't sense it. He wants to find someone."

"Yes, yes, we can all feel it, why can't you feel it?"

"It's impossible that you're not as smart as us, right?"

"Didn't you say you know Feng Shui?"

"Help Wen Yan find that person."

Lao Zhao wanted to refute, but he couldn't. He could never say that he was stupider than the five brothers, nor could he say that he didn't understand Feng Shui.

"Old Zhao, you have to be conscientious to be a ghost."

"Wen Yan is so busy that he doesn't even bother to eat."

"This must be a matter of life and death, so you can't worry about eating."

"I was worried he was going to die."

"If he dies, how will we have a big dinner next week?"

As the five ghosts talked, they surrounded Lao Zhao and wiped away their tears together.

Lao Zhao was confused.

"But...but I don't know how to find it."

"We'll help you." The five ghosts rarely said a word in unison.

The next moment, the five ghosts swarmed up and hugged Lao Zhao's hands, feet and body respectively. The thoughts and perceptions of the five ghosts were rarely unified for once. Their strength and perception were all gathered together and shared with Lao Zhao.

Feeling the sensation in his mind, Old Zhao looked solemn and immediately stretched out his hands to count.

"Today is the first day of the waxing sun. What he wants, according to your intuition, should be the west of Italy.

If there is an illusion of reality, with uncertain profits and losses, then something must have affected it.

No, no, what he wants is too intense, and what he wants is not this uncertainty.

What he seeks is the only definite number.

Well, I found it. The number 38 is located in the southwest, which should be it. "

After Lao Zhao said the last sentence, his eyelids rolled up and he fell straight down.