I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 429: Information from the informant, first priority (5k)

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

The first expansion was done for this reason, and the second expansion was done for the reason of installing a luxury furnace system.

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

Even if there is no loss of control, but it just manifests, it will happen at night and will not appear before sunset.

This time is obviously different. The curator is particularly worried that Wen Yan might come at this time, and something big might happen.

After waiting for a long while, 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. He couldn't put the blame on Wen Yan, and it would be unreasonable to force him to do so.

The curator reported the situation here, and personally checked everywhere except the old ice storage. He then contacted Lao Wang, confirmed that there were no major problems, and then closed the door and left.

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

Wen Yan is not coming, but Pei Tugou, who was introduced by Wen Yan, is working diligently. As for this person, there is no need to worry too much about those who are a little bit capable, and those who are not so capable can be dealt with by ordinary people.

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

As the month is almost over and the end of the year is approaching, the curator is feeling a little anxious.

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

As there had been no incidents, the curator was worried that something big was about to happen. He was frightened today and thought the situation was going to get out of control again. He had already made preparations to transfer as many people as possible and was prepared to sacrifice himself here today.

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

Listening to my family members chattering on, I wonder if it’s time for dinner, and then they say they won’t be back for dinner today.

The curator listened to the mumbling and sighed.

"I wanted to fight for you to be treated like a martyr's family member, but there is no chance."

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

"I'll go home to eat after get off work. I'll steam pork ribs and make soup today."

The director sat in the car, looking at the unit for another hour, but saw no movement. A notification had already been sent on his mobile phone that the crematorium was undergoing maintenance and renovation and would be temporarily closed for three days. Family members of clients who had already made appointments could be transferred to other funeral homes free of charge.

The road leading here has now been closed because the weather forecast predicts heavy rain in the next few days and there is a risk of landslides and rockfall on the mountains beside the road, so they are now clearing the danger.

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

When drivers see these stones, they will automatically take a detour and take another road.

There are already several emergency plans for Decheng Funeral Home.

If there was no better solution, Decheng Funeral Home would have moved long ago.

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

A picture shows a seven or eight meter high skeleton arch rising from the ground in a forest. The surrounding trees have all collapsed and died. From the photo, it can be seen that behind the lonely skeleton arch is pitch black. The depressing feeling can be felt without being there in person.

The photos also have a time stamp.

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

As the skeleton archway disappeared, the unusual movements at the Decheng Funeral Home also disappeared, with the time error also not exceeding one minute.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment when he saw the news.

The curator must not know this information, otherwise he would not have spoken to him nicely.

Because the people captured in the northeast were the ones who attacked him in the underworld before.

But it was obvious that the guy had been silenced, and in order to not even leave a body behind, a lot of trouble was done.

I don’t know what method the other party used, but he summoned a skeleton arch and swallowed the man directly.

There is a high probability that the skeleton archway can affect the Decheng Funeral Home. The time of its appearance and end is almost completely consistent, and the probability of coincidence is low.

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 at Decheng Funeral Home.

This presents a serious new problem.

When something unusual happened in the Decheng Funeral Home before, was there someone who somehow summoned the skeleton arch? So there was a resonance at the Decheng Funeral Home?
Or does it not mean that every time something unusual happens at Decheng Funeral Home, it resonates?
These cannot be verified for the time being, but the things that were summarized and concluded in the past have become a bit like the turkey theory, and their credibility has begun to plummet.

Wen Yan checked her phone and saw the notice that Decheng Funeral Home had suspended operations.

Obviously, before it is confirmed, it will be difficult for Decheng Funeral Home to open to the public. The only thing it may have to do is to handle orders from the Lieyang Department.

Wen Yan thought about it and called Feng Yao.

"busy or not?"

"I'm not busy. What's the matter? Tell me."

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

"What is it?"

"Those ghosts that attacked me before, the conscious ones have been sent away, and the rest should be unconscious."

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

Wen Yan looked at the sky and didn't leave in a hurry. He ate a meal at home, played with his silly son, and waited until it was completely dark before going out.

He passed through the Rakshasa Ghost Market and headed for Yuzhou. The Rakshasa Ghost Market became lively at night, just like usual.

At this time, the noodle soup vendor has already set up his stall, the soup is ready, and he is just waiting for customers to come.

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

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

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

When Wen Yan passed by, there weren't many people inside. It was not yet the midnight rush hour, but 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, his eyes immediately brightened up, and he immediately left the teahouse from another direction.

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

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

When I came out, I heard Mai Conggui sticking his head out from the corner and imitating a cat's meow.

Wen Yan took a look and realized 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 was important intelligence or not, Wen Yan would give him a salary every month, like an extra subsidy, and would give him extra money when there was intelligence.

Wen Yan looked around and pointed to another corner.

"Boss, I got some information these days."

"Talk about it."

“The day before yesterday, I heard about the Ghost God of Wealth, but I didn’t take it seriously at the time. Those guys were all wiped out by the Lieyang Tribe.

But yesterday, I heard this word again, and also heard about temples and stuff, and I felt like something was not right.

Today I specifically waited for that ghost, listened carefully, and actually heard something.

It seems that the guy has been recruited. I heard that the benefits are pretty good and he will start working in the next two days.

At this point, no one really cares, and everyone can tell that he is in a good mood.”

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

"Ever since the Lieyang Tribe in Guanzhong County started recruiting ghosts, many ghosts have been recruited.

Some people started trying to recruit ghosts to do work, and I heard that several ghosts with special abilities have been recruited.

Just yesterday, a programmer named A Pia, who used to drink here every day and lived one day at a time and had no special talents, was also recruited.

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

"Speak the key."

“Originally, I didn’t pay much attention to this kind of thing. These days, if not every day, there will always be a lucky person every two days.

But I met that ghost I heard about today, and he was in a very bad mood.

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 gone bankrupt and the boss was gone.

Of course, you don’t have to pay back the one month’s salary paid in advance, just treat it as lost wages.

This guy was a little dissatisfied and said too much.

He said he was going to the northeastern border to fight for his life, and he had borrowed a lot of money. Now it's all gone, and he has only one month's salary to pay for beggars.

He said he was going to do another job, promoting the local ghost god of wealth, otherwise he couldn't pay back the money. "Wen Yan didn't ask how Mai Conggui got the news, he just asked.

"Do you know that guy's name? Is he someone who can run a bank?"

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

Mai Conggui told Wen Yan a name, and then told him the person's appearance, height, clothing, etc.

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

According to Mai Conggui, this ghost should be one of the large group of ghost actors recruited at the beginning. This guy got some benefits and got a registered identity, and he can even open a bank card of his own.

"Anything else? Where does he get the job when he talks about local promotion?"

“I don’t know about that, but there is such a job. They said they dare not push it on a living person, so they push it on the ghost.

Everyone knows that the Ghost God of Wealth has just been sanctioned, but now he has obviously reappeared again.

I don’t know why these guys are like cockroaches and can’t be killed.”

"Please help me find out about this. Prioritize your own safety."

"Okay, boss."

Wen Yan took out his cell phone and transferred a sum of information fee to Mai Conggui in front of him.

Mai Conggui thought that the Ghost God of Wealth was still the ones that were sanctioned, but Wen Yan knew as soon as he heard it that this time it was a local one.

Although they are brave, they don't seem to approach living people at all.

You might say they are low-key, but they have actually started to resort to door-to-door marketing.

Absolutely amazing, even the ground promoters showed up.

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. He was one of the ghosts in the large group of extras when Wen Yan recruited extras.

There are transfer records, but only once the amount exceeded three digits, which was 22,000 yuan. It was from a shell company in Northeast China.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as you find the thread, you won’t have to worry about not finding the person.

I had the black box check it, but couldn't trace it directly from the records, so I'll have to check it in person from now on.

But the person he tracked down and his location reminded Wen Yan of what happened last night.

Because this location is the city where the Ma Ancestral Hall belongs.

You really can’t blame Wen Yan for thinking too much.

Wen Yan simply passed the information on and didn't care about it anymore. The Lieyang Tribe was much more adept at investigating these matters than he was.

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

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

"What kind of big ghost is this?"

"No, they are just ordinary ones, not very strong, and basically unconscious."

"Then how much yin energy does it take to have such a strong yin energy?!"

“I haven’t counted them, maybe 200 to 300, or 300 to 400. They are the ghosts that attacked me. You can handle them accordingly. According to my current guess, these ghosts are either victims or were tricked.

I guess they were all tricked. After all, if a 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 all? If he had to check them one by one, the workload would be too huge.

"No, I'll send it to headquarters."

"Forget it, brother, it's not necessary. Leave it here, I'll handle it." Feng Yao sighed. If he let Wen Yan send a pair of ghosts to the capital, it would be a lot of fun.

"Let me ask you something. Do you know anything about the Decheng Funeral Home? Is that place considered a territory?"

"Yes, no. To be more specific, I'm not really sure. When Minister Cai was here, he told me that some things are not good to know. The moment you know something, you'll start to fall into danger. Danger in the literal sense, not in the figurative sense."

Wen Yan was not too surprised by this answer. He checked it himself, but he did not have enough authority to find out the truth.

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

At the same time, a meeting was taking place at the headquarters.

The two deputy ministers, as well as the heads of other relevant departments, have all arrived.

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

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

The documents include everything 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 Family Ancestral Hall that was 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 was looking solemn, the director looked at what Wen Yan had sent and asked the chief secretary to print the document again.

This time, Decheng Funeral Home was added.

The director crossed his fingers and placed them on the table, looking at everyone with a gloomy face. Ten minutes later, when he saw that everyone looked up, he slowly spoke.

“The situation has become serious.

You should all know what is at the Decheng Funeral Home.

Even if you are not someone who knows a lot about it, you should know the significance of its existence.

If the situation there gets completely out of control, it won't just be a matter of life and death for the entire city.

Rather, it is a chaos that is even more serious and difficult to control than what happened in the Great Wilderness.

It is now almost certain that someone can find some way to make it resonate there.

Now, related matters are listed as top priority.

Who is for and who is against it.”

The headquarter director spoke slowly and steadily, but his tone was firm and firm, leaving no room for rejection.

Everyone present fell silent.

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

Even if it's just one of those things, it can 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 was like a huge straw that broke the camel's back.

There is no room for negotiation anymore.

"Agree."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

Everyone raised their hands, no one had any objections.

After the meeting, the Lieyang Tribe began to take action. In recent months, apart from events related to the world boss, nothing else had been listed as a top priority by the headquarters.

As for events related to the world boss, according to the rules of the doomsday computer, only things that have the potential to cause large-scale biological extinction and complete collapse of order can be called the world boss.

After the meeting, the director returned to his office. Instead of making any arrangements immediately, he called Wen Yan first and asked him to come over.

More than an hour later, Wen Yan appeared in the headquarters director's office.

"It's so late, the director is still working overtime?"

"Stop joking, I have something important to talk to you about."

"You say."

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

"They're afraid that we might find out something."

"That's all? Think about it carefully." The director asked again with a smile.

Wen Yan put away his playful smile, thought about it seriously, pondered it carefully, and said.

"It was like he was trying to cover up the fact that he had peed his pants, so he just peed in his crotch."

(End of this chapter)