I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 699: Research Team Leader, New Round of Deception

"You damn jinx! I knew you weren't a serious river god before!"

Wen Yan jumped up and immediately recited scriptures silently to calm his mind and stop associating with other things.

Wen Yan now suspects that this was a trap set up by He Bo back then.

He knows Yu Shi and they seem to have a good relationship.

The Rain Master was outside attracting hatred and making taunts, and then a bunch of people ran to He Bo and buried their names in order to live in peace.

Now that he has lost his reputation, Yu Shi can’t lock onto his target no matter what he wants to do.

He Bo's business was growing bigger and bigger, and many people who wanted to change their appearance and hide their whereabouts came to him to hide their names.

Then He Bo got a lot of favors for nothing.

Now the box was opened for no apparent reason. He had only recognized Doctor Wei before, and he was called to his house that night.

Now he didn't think that if he opened the box, the others whose names were buried would not know.

If he were in his shoes, and his box was opened for no reason, he would definitely jump three feet high and beat up the person who opened the box without thinking twice.

Now that he was inexplicably causing hatred, Wen Yan was of course furious.

Lu Xingwei is not stupid at all. In the past, he would definitely want the jade box. But now he doesn’t even remember what’s in the jade box, nor does he remember the things associated with so many names.

Of course, it is best to get rid of it decisively. Who knows what is behind each name.

Cases like Dr. Wei, who simply hides his identity and has a big shot as a guarantor, are definitely a minority.

It is more likely that there is a big trouble or a big conspiracy that forces them to do so.

For example, Fire Warrior.

This guy is a big trouble.

I don't know why this obviously very ancient guy has such strange values ​​and he won't leave even if I let him go.

Wen Yan collected his thoughts, closed his eyes, and dispelled the thoughts that emerged in his mind.

It took a long while for everything to calm down.

Wen Yan opened his eyes and sighed.

"I don't think you have lost your memory at all. You are so sneaky, but no one comes to ask you about it?"

"No, I don't remember anything." Lu Xingwei shook his head decisively.

"It's too dangerous for you to take the jade box. You might offend a lot of people for no reason. There are at least 20 or 30 wooden signs in your jade box."

"That's yours, not mine. I've already given it to you."

"Okay, that's what you said. So, it's okay for me to deal with my things, right?"

"What do you want to do?" Lu Xingwei suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Send it to the Lieyang Tribe."

"..."

"Don't just pick up red envelopes on the street, and don't just take benefits for no reason. If you really have no other choice, find a way to go through the procedures and give it to the court as a good deed. Even if you spend the money to buy two bricks to replace the broken bricks at the entrance of the cemetery, it will be fine."

Giving it to the temple may not be useful, but as a charity, it will have some effect. The difference is that the results will be slightly different under different methods, different reasons, and different operations.

This was something that was done a few years ago by a veteran field agent from the Lieyang Tribe, before he joined the Tribe.

This guy was still very young at the time. One day, he was dazzled by a ghost and thought he had picked up money.

The money is real, but it is life-saving money.

This guy had been dreaming for three days in a row. He dreamed that a ghost was getting closer and closer to him, and his complexion was getting worse and worse.

Fortunately, at that time, a roujiamo was only 1.5 yuan, and the guy picked up a dozen or so bills, all of which were large bills, and he never spent them. He also felt a little guilty and didn't dare to spend them.

By the fourth day, he had finally figured out what had happened. He was not stubborn at all. He decided to try to find a solution, believing it was better to believe it than not to believe it.

He asked some elderly people who had been doing funeral affairs all their lives. After all, those elderly people were knowledgeable and experienced, so they told him what the situation might be.

They need to invite someone to open an altar and perform a ritual to help the soul to be reborn. This will last for three days. The next day will be the seventh day since he found the money. If seven days can pass, the matter will be settled.

To be on the safe side, the standards were high and he had to hire extra people from nearby. The money he picked up was not enough.

He gritted his teeth for the last time, thinking that since there were ghosts, there must be others as well.

Then this guy took his bedding roll and ran away at night, and came to a soldier cemetery that he had visited once when he was in elementary school.

The next day, he spent all the money on buying bricks, cement, offerings for worship, etc.

This guy pretended to be a volunteer. He replaced the floor tiles at the entrance of the cemetery with new ones. He lived inside at night and cried about how his ancestors were also soldiers who died outside and their bodies were never found.

Now that I am about to die, I am thinking that I cannot die with all my money unspent, so I will spend the money here, just as a way of showing filial piety to my grandparents.

Anyway, it howled there all night long, more like a ghost than a ghost. On the seventh day, the ghost came to claim its life, but in the absence of any heroic warriors, it simply couldn't cross the gate of the cemetery.

This incident is still a classic case of the Lieyang Tribe. At that time, it was a rare example of an ordinary person who knew nothing surviving intact from the hands of a murderous ghost, and there was no help from the Lieyang Tribe or the Three Mountains and Five Peaks throughout the whole process.

Now, relevant things are also serious courses in the Lieyang Department, the kind that can be used to write papers.

Wen Yan has never participated in any training, but under the requirements of so many bigwigs, he is not unmotivated. The number of books he has read this year is definitely among the best in the country.

Of course I knew, but there was really no other way, so I sent the things to the Lieyang Tribe.

It is true that there may not be anyone in the Lieyang Tribe who can keep the situation under control, but the Lieyang Tribe itself can keep the situation under control.

If it really doesn't work, just register those that have been opened.

"Do whatever you want. Anyway, the box is a gift for you." Lu Xingwei was speechless. In the end, he could only ignore it. Anyway, it had been given to Wen Yan, so he could do whatever he wanted.

With his current strength, what he can do is really limited.

Anyway, he didn't want to offend Mazu at this time, so he would definitely not take over this thing.

Wen Yan went to burn incense today and came back safely. He didn't talk about what happened before and was in the mood to curse people. I guess it's not a big problem.

That person shouldn't care about such things.

Of course, there is a prerequisite, that is, he will not care about anyone other than him, Lu Xingwei.

After arranging things for Lu Xingwei, Wen Yan didn't dare to stay close to him anymore.

After having a meal with Lu Xingwei, the jinx, I almost thought of them again.

Huo Yong was okay, but he almost instinctively felt that the other one was a big trouble.

If I stay any longer, who knows what will happen.

Send the jade box away immediately.

Wen Yan rushed to the headquarters and said that he had delivered a rare item that could not be left outside.

The procedures have been started here. The director's chief secretary appeared silently and looked at Wen Yan in silence.

"Wen Yan, can we not be so sneaky? The director is looking for you, so bring your things with you."

"..."

When they arrived at the director's office, the director looked at Wen Yan's innocent face and sighed.

I thought to myself, look, look, he learns from Cai Heizi really quickly.

Cai Heizi also looked like a dog at the beginning, but Cai Heizi just offended people at that time.

But when it comes to offending people, who can offend people with gentle words? This time, you may offend a large number of people who are neither human nor human.

Just as Wen Yan was about to speak, the director raised his hand.

"Okay, stop talking, I know you're going to fart as soon as you stick your butt out.

In theory, the procedure can be followed and the thing can be contained in the name of the Lieyang Tribe.

But this thing can't be placed here.

I will write a document myself, and it will remain in your hands in the name of secondment for research.

In this way, the Lieyang tribe will take the blame for you, but the things are still yours.

Whatever you do with it afterwards will be a formally stamped research project."

Wen Yan blinked and said nothing. He knew that he had not finished speaking.

“However, to do this, procedures cannot be omitted.

As the project leader and researcher, you must write something.

Otherwise, the filing process cannot proceed.

Is that okay? "

"No problem." Wen Yan nodded honestly.

"Okay, then go back and write down all your thoughts on cultivating your soul.

You don’t have to polish your words or worry about the format, you just have to write it.”

"Uh, Headmaster, does it have anything to do with this?"

"You mean, it has nothing to do with it?"

"..."

Wen Yan thought about it carefully and realized that there was indeed a little connection.

"Just tell me whether you are going to do it or not?" The director general looked suspicious and did not give Wen Yan time to think.

"Dry."

“That’s fine. Since you’re writing about the method of the soul, you should also write about the previous part. Otherwise, if you directly write about the advanced stuff without any basic knowledge, who would understand it?

Remember, I'll give you a month, don't say it's not enough time.

In a month, I’m going to see something.”

After the director general finished speaking, he drove Wen Yan out, and the chief secretary personally took Wen Yan to go through a series of procedures, asking him to sign, take photos, record videos, leave marks, leave power marks, and so on.

They even held up a sign and arranged a place for him to do research on the spot, and even changed his door number.

His identity is also a researcher that can be found in the Lieyang Department.

An hour later, Wen Yan was overwhelmed by the pile of documents. When he walked out of the headquarters, he looked at his new certificate with a confused look on his face.

"That's not right. How did I become a team leader?"

In the file bag in his hand, there was a thick bag of various documents, which the chief secretary had thoughtfully left for him as backup in case he didn't understand them at the time.

After all, some things inside are actually confidential and cannot be taken away casually.

Giving it to Wen Yan now is not considered a violation. This is an additional regulation made by the Lieyang Department based on past examples, specifically for some special people.

For example, some antiques.

For example, there is an old man who repairs antiques in the Forbidden City. His concept of antiques is often different from that of modern people.

The purpose of the document is to ensure that if there is a problem, the other party understands that everything has been made clear long ago, and even the regulations are in your hands.

Avoid some unnecessary disputes and conflicts.

As long as it is not lost or leaked, there is no problem.

Wen Yan returned to Decheng from the headquarters, left Lao Zhao's house, returned to his own home, took a short rest, and then began to look through the documents.

It was a thick stack of books, with at least hundreds of thousands of words. How could he possibly finish reading it on the spot?

I just flipped through it casually and when I turned to one of the pages, I found that everything I had said to the director today was signed in black and white, and I suddenly felt a black screen in front of my eyes.

Why do these guys want him to write so much?

He himself is afraid, how come they are not afraid? !

Wen Yan read for about ten minutes and felt a headache. These documents were extremely boring. In order to ensure the precise wording, he spent a lot of effort. Many nouns were proper nouns and only represented one meaning.

He put the documents away and gave up treatment.

Go into the kitchen, start kneading the dough, making the stuffing, and relax by cooking.

After struggling for more than an hour, Wen Yan came to the underground beehive with a few plates.

First, he changed the offerings for the big guys who were being worshipped. Wen Yan carried the last plate of buns and came to Huo Yong's cell.

Wen Yan opened the door and Huo Yong was already sitting there waiting.

Seeing Wen Yan, Huo Yong didn't hesitate and started eating.

Wen Yan also picked up a bun and asked while eating.

"Did you sense it?"

Huo Yong paused slightly while eating the bun, raised his head with some surprise, and glanced at Wen Yan.

"So, what I sensed was because of you? That's right, if someone is not familiar with me, it is impossible for me to have this kind of feeling. There may be no one in the world who knows me better than you."

Wen Yan did not deny it and nodded openly.

"So, I'm a little surprised. How come you're also being buried?"

"It's normal for me to be buried. You must know that the river where that person is is the origin of the ancient times. Besides, who told you that only living people can be buried?"

"Yeah, that's right." Wen Yan responded casually while eating: "So, you actually have some connection with He Bo."

“……” Huo Yong didn’t say anything, just ate the buns.

"Oh, don't talk, can't say, it turns out there is really a connection."

Huo Yong was silent for a moment, picked up the three buns, opened his mouth, ate them in one bite, then curled up into a ball and huddled in the corner.

"Hey, why are you running? I haven't finished talking yet. Isn't it Habaek? Come out, I'll show you something good."

Wen Yan shook his body, and a wisp of water mist emerged from his body, and the Water Official Talisman of Jie Evil burst into a ray of light.

A trace of the true meaning of the Yellow River blossomed. In a trance, the mist around him was sometimes soothing, sometimes surging and violent. As it flowed, there seemed to be a twisted and psychedelic feeling.

"You can't sense what this thing is, right? No way? No way?"

Wen Yan stood there with his arms folded, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The ball of fire huddled in the corner slowly expanded, and Huo Yong showed his head, looking at Wen Yan with shock and confusion.

"you you you……"

"What do you mean by me? I can see this. Do you know what it means?"

(End of this chapter)