I am your natural enemy

The five brothers let go of Lao Zhao, and they didn't even bother to eat the plain chicken. They rushed out happily and went straight to Wen Yan's building.

They came outside the yard and were about to knock on the door, when they thought of the consecrated door god and the exorcism charm posted on the back of the door.

The boss hesitated for a moment and was immediately slapped by the second guy behind him.

"You're stupid, we're not here to cause trouble, why do we have to go through the main entrance?"

"That's right, we're here to help."

"Yes, climb over the wall!"

After hearing this, Lao Wu immediately slapped Lao Si again.

"You are stupid, we are ghosts, we can pass through ordinary walls!"

The five brothers walked around to the side, took one step in unison, crossed the fence, and entered Wen Yan's yard.

The five of them gathered their heads outside the back door of the room.

"Wen Yan, Wen Yan, Lao Zhao is dying!"

"No, no, Lao Zhao found someone for you."

"That's not right, we helped you find the person."

"You are even more wrong. It was indeed Lao Zhao who found him."

"Then who are we?"

Wen Yan was eating his meal when he glanced towards the back door and saw five crooked heads sticking out of the door, stacked on top of each other.

He put down his chopsticks and quickly walked out of the back door.

"Come on, I'll go over and take a look."

He went straight to Lao Zhao's building, and the five brothers lined up and followed him.

Entering inside, Wen Yan immediately felt that the Yin Qi here was extremely rich, eerie, and naturally eroded, and there were already one or two tenths of the mummy phantom.

Lao Zhao fell to the ground, torn apart, his eyes closed, and he made no sound. He looked very miserable.

Wen Yan was startled.

"What's wrong with him?"

When he came back to his senses, he remembered that he had seen Lao Zhao's head removed last time and it was fine.

Moreover, Lao Zhao has no body and is torn into pieces. If he has not dissipated, that means he is not dead yet.

He immediately stretched out a finger and touched the center of Lao Zhao's eyebrows, blessing him with a little yang energy.

Lao Zhao opened his mouth and opened his eyes blankly.

The five brothers on the side quickly joined in and put Lao Zhao's body together.

Seeing that the five brothers were talking nonsense again and couldn't explain clearly, Wen Yan glanced at the uneaten plain chicken and said quickly.

"You go and eat the plain chicken first and let Lao Zhao speak for himself."

When the five brothers heard this, they immediately shut up, gathered in a circle, came to the table, and sucked hard on the white-cut chicken.

When Lao Zhao came back to his senses, his spirit was still a little sluggish, and his soul and body were not as solid as before.

He said it for a while, and then Wen Yan understood what happened.

He practiced boxing in the backyard. After practicing all day, it was already dark. He was still practicing boxing there. All he could think about was how to find that last whisper and find that person.

His thoughts were too strong, and after dark, the five brothers felt it.

But the five brothers acted haphazardly. They turned around and forgot about this incident. They only remembered that they should have plain chicken to eat today.

I really got the plain chicken. After hearing what Wen Yan said, I started to feel embarrassed, and then I started to worry. Wen Yan didn't even eat the plain chicken. He must be in great danger. What if Wen Yan is such a good person? If they die, what will they do if they never meet anyone who will treat them to plain-cut chicken?

Thinking of this, the five brothers felt so uncomfortable that they couldn't eat the plain-cut chicken, so they had to drag Lao Zhao along to help look for it.

The five brothers sensed it, and Lao Zhao came to calculate the location and found a location.

But the price is that Lao Zhao, a weak and pitiful little thief, forced himself to find the person Wen Yan was looking for, but he couldn't resist and passed out.

If Wen Yan hadn't met the blazing sun and blessed him with yang energy, Lao Zhao might not have been able to wake up for a while.

After Wen Yan heard this, he was immediately moved.

Last time he treated the fifth brothers to a meal with leftovers, the fifth brothers told him that someone was watching him.

He knew that these four and five brothers had some strange abilities. However, these five brothers were so weak that even an ordinary exorcism charm could block them. He really didn't care too much about what the five brothers could do.

He just thinks that there are a few special neighbors living behind him, and he is satisfied if he can keep them calm and stop making trouble.

If you treat yourself to plain-cut chicken every week, is that still considered a thing?

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, these five brothers and Lao Zhao, who claimed to know Feng Shui, were of great help.

"How do you feel?" Wen Yan looked at Lao Zhao's body, still a little worried.

"It's okay, it's okay. Fortunately, I've basked in your rising sun before, otherwise I would definitely be dead. Now I'm so strong, and I'll rest for two days, I'll definitely be better than before."

Lao Zhao felt the extremely gentle Yang Qi in his body, which had no conflict with his soul, and was greatly surprised.

This feeling was the same as when Wen Yan made a breakthrough before, but the benefits were not as high as the last time they were exposed to the sun, but the amount was much stronger.

The last time Wen Yan made a breakthrough, there was a rising sun in the east. The level was quite high. They took advantage of it and basked in the rising sun, and they felt that the solidity of their souls had greatly increased.

"Can you tell me clearly where you found it?"

"I told you that you couldn't find it, so I'd better take you to find it myself."

"Your body..."

"I'm fine, just come back before dawn."

Wen Yan didn't waste any more time and immediately took Lao Zhao out, grabbed Feng Yao and drove away in the car.

Lao Zhao was sitting in the back seat, constantly guiding the direction. Feng Yao wanted to put his foot in the gas tank and drove the car harder than Zhang Laoxi.

I just walked around in circles for almost an hour before arriving at the gate of Decheng Cemetery.

"It's right here, very close."

In the middle of the night, the car parked in front of the cemetery. A gravekeeper saw the car lights and immediately came out holding a flashlight.

Feng Yao carried his laptop and walked up quickly. He took out the Lieyang Department's ID and showed it to the other party. The tomb guard didn't say anything, turned around and went back, returning it to them. The door opened.

Those who can serve as tombkeepers here are not ordinary people who don't know anything.

Some time ago, before a truly luxurious furnace was developed and the process of raising ashes at sea was established, this place was the place where most strange things happened.

At that time, every cemetery had combat teams from the Lieyang tribe stationed for a long time.

Especially ten years ago, the speed of spiritual energy recovery suddenly accelerated. When entering the next stage, the Lieyang Department was in a serious shortage of manpower for several years.

Even now, ordinary people still make up the majority of the Lieyang tribe, while professionals, Taoist priests, monks, and folk weirdos are all in the minority.

At that time, Nanwu County was actually doing well. The advantage of not having a deep historical background was reflected at this time. Two thousand years ago, this place was a dangerous place where prisoners were exiled.

The biggest headache at that time was the head of the Lieyang Branch of Guanzhong County, who was so worried that all his hair fell out.

Can you imagine what it would be like to take the subway and see some old ghosts living in the dirt on the left and right sides?

When it first appeared on a large scale, I took the subway and looked out the window, and a lot of heads poked out of the wall to see what was going on.

To build a subway, just talking to those old ghosts about demolition is a headache.

Construction started this morning, and we dug into other people's homes in the afternoon. Then, the archaeological team, the Lieyang Department, and the demolition office under the Lieyang Department with Guanzhong County's characteristics moved in. Construction may not start for the next two months.

In the end, several of the planned routes were simply not repaired. It would be a waste to repair them.

Originally, this matter was probably just a matter of a few departments. Then one day, an item on display in the museum was pointed out by its original owner that it was a fake.

The impact of the incident began to spread slowly, and everything was going crazy.

Nowadays, the appraisal of antiques from certain eras in Guanzhong County is absolutely authoritative.

As a modern person, how can you understand the original owner who has played with that antique for decades?

They just use it to drink tea. Over time, the traces have long been removed. They will be buried wherever they die. You are a waste product from sparring, and you treat it as genuine, and you are not allowed to tell others?

Feng Yao remembered the chaotic days ten years ago and told Wen Yan about it.

He first entered the Lieyang Department because of a serious shortage of manpower. He entered the Lieyang Department and guarded the cemetery for a long time. He wanted to explain clearly to those little tricks and let them understand the policies of the Lieyang Department. That was true. difficult.

Nowadays, this cemetery is deserted at night, with basically nothing there except for a gravekeeper.

Lao Zhao followed, looking at the large tombstones on the hillside, and sighed.

"I heard before that houses are expensive nowadays, but I didn't expect it to be true. The shady houses are so crowded that you can stretch your legs into other people's houses..."

"There have been no ghosts living in this place for a long time. It is just a place for the living to mourn." Wen Yan shook his head. They were all cremated. How could there be so many zombies, Ah Piao and the like.

"Yes, if they all live here, there will definitely be quite a lot of conflict between the neighbors."

Lao Zhao sighed and calculated the location with his fingers. He walked all the way up the path and reached a position on the edge of the middle. After walking around here several times, he pointed at a tombstone.

"This is it. I'll bring you here. This must be the person you're looking for. There's no mistake."

Wen Yan looked at the tombstone. There was a photo posted on it. It was of a woman with a bright smile. She looked to be no more than thirty years old.

"Fengyao."

Wen Yan shouted, but Feng Yao ignored him. He was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his laptop, and started typing on the keyboard to search for information.

Feng Yao sneered as the information on the notebook swished out.

"The name is fake, and so is the address. However, we have found him here. If I still can't find him, I will just run into him and die here."

He banged his hands on the keyboard, and in less than two minutes, all the documents from various handlers and locations were retrieved.

"Found out."

Wen Yan looked at the information above.

This woman's real name was Liu Xinyu, and she died three years ago.

According to the information, her experience was also very rough. She was abducted when she was young and ran away on her own when she was a teenager. Then she met a kind person and adopted her. However, within a year, the kind person died in an accident. Later, she went to work on her own. Then he was tricked into working abroad again.

I don’t know much about her external experience. I just know that three years ago, she came back from cancer, but she did not receive active treatment.

On the file, there is a record of her going to the obstetrics department. She was pregnant at the time.

Judging from the situation, she wanted to give birth to the child before she died. Unfortunately, there were too few months to keep it alive, so she died.

In the end, the people who handled her funeral arrangements were all staff.

He had no father, no mother, no children, no relatives. The first time he had any record of his identity and name, he was already in his teens.

Wen Yan sighed, such a person was so tiring that Feng Yao couldn't even think of selecting someone based on those simple conditions.

In fact, seeing this, Wen Yan was basically sure that he was the person he was looking for.

The time will probably match.

And the last message on her Fetion was indeed spoken by voice, because at that time she no longer had the energy to type.

She only has three Fetion friends, including those she has deleted.

One person's records indicate that he immigrated abroad six years ago, but his records are no longer available.

One of them is also from abroad, and no records can be found in China.

Neither of them returned to China.

The third one is indeed from China, but according to the records, this person died three years ago.

Feng Yao pulled up the record and looked at the few words on it, and could feel what she had experienced.

It was very difficult for her to work outside. She worked illegally and her income was lower than others, but she still lived frugally and wanted to save enough money to come back.

She was very diligent and could endure hardships. Every year on the anniversary of the death of the kindhearted person who had adopted him, she would also pay homage to China from afar on that day.

Later, she fell in love and met someone who was very ordinary. He couldn't even do a good job and was spending his savings all the time.

But that person never took her money, so she firmly believed that she had met a good person, even if he had no ability.

They save money by cooking together and renting a house together, just like living together.

There is noise and warmth, and the records are all small daily things.

But suddenly, one day, there was no follow-up.

After a while, she had one more Fetion friend. Judging from her tone, Wen Yan knew that this was the person.

That person must be fake Mo Zhicheng.

Mo Zhicheng once lived abroad and lived a very ordinary life without using his abilities.

These days, the one who is accompanying him is the person in front of him.

Three years ago, she returned to China, and the fake Mo Zhicheng came back around the same time.

The third Fetion friend is, as expected, still the same person.

The intermittent quarrels and anxiety finally came to nothing and there was no follow-up.

Until the day when she finally felt that she couldn't hold on any longer, she sent her last message.

Unfortunately, two months before this, her Fetion friend had never logged into this account again.

Wen Yan looked at the records and could see that she was very restrained and cautious. There was not even a name in all the records.

It can even be seen that unless she can't help it, even when she speaks, there is a deliberateness, as if to create an effect, those three Fetion friends are not the same person.

In the last few months, her mood swings were probably the greatest. Many of her words were obviously unbearable.

"What you are looking for should be this unread sentence. Do you want to listen?"

Wen Yan was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"No, that's not for us. The first person to hear it should be the person who was supposed to hear it."

Feng Yao was also silent for a moment.

“I checked these three people carefully, and although there is no conclusive evidence, the timelines are consistent.

Especially the owner of the last number, his death was too normal, and his final trajectory was too normal.

I don't believe that anyone, even a hard-hearted person, knows what her last days were like.

His final trajectory could not have been so normal.

In the trajectory, the two of them had no intersection at all.

This style, as well as the final death, have a fake Mo Zhicheng style in it.

We have dug up several cases with similar styles before, and now we can match one of them.

I dare to bet my head that this is the fake Mo Zhicheng, it is definitely him!

I also know that I am not optimistic about what you are looking for this thing to do.

That guy was so heartless and ruthless, he was no longer like this now.

To be honest, I don't think this will have any big effect. "

Wen Yan shook his head, unable to explain.

He still believed that the temporary ability stimulated by the natural enemy profession was just a reminder, so it must be of great use.

"Believe me for once. Don't listen to anyone else. Just leave this paragraph unread."

Based on their current impression of the fake Mo Zhicheng, who would have thought that the fake Mo Zhicheng had a very difficult life for a period of time and could endure never using his abilities.

As long as he uses it once, given the outrageous level of his ability, it will never last for a long time. It will be very difficult, so difficult that he can leave negative emotions in the record.

No one knows what he was thinking at that time.

But these things are indeed incompatible with the current Mo Zhicheng, who is crazed, cold-blooded, and somewhat crazy.

How the fake Mo Zhicheng became like this is difficult to figure out.

Because of this, Wen Yan is even more convinced that the last whisper must be worthy of appearing as a temporary ability.

He looked at the tombstone and sighed. Before he came, he guessed that the person might be dead. The incense candle and ingot he brought with him turned out to be useful.

He burned paper money, lit incense and paid homage.

Finally, I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to say it. I just bowed and left with Feng Yao and Lao Zhao.

After getting in the car and on the way back, Lao Zhao rubbed his head and spoke.

"I vaguely remembered that I seemed to have seen that woman before."

"Huh? When?"

"More than a year ago, or two years ago, I can't remember the time clearly. I only remember that she walked out of the basement and was about to dissipate. I saw that she had a big belly and was quite pitiful. I just wanted her to stay longer. It took a while, but her obsession was so deep that she didn’t stop at all and just left.”

"Do you remember which direction she went?"

"She has dissipated. I watched her walk out of my house. She walked not far away and then gradually dissipated..."

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