Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 294 Red Letter
In Dahan City, in front of an old unfinished building, a young man in a red windbreaker looked up at the unfinished building.

Next to him stood a man in an Interpol uniform and on crutches.

Judging from the way the man covered his mouth and coughed from time to time, he was not in good health.

"Cough, cough, cough, Team Lin, why come to Dahan City when you have time? What is the mission?"

The man looked at the young man next to him who was almost ten years younger than him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"The headquarters announced our information? But that's not right. Logically, my photos and portraits can't be kept. How did you recognize me?"

Lin Qian became a little curious. Because he controlled the ghost painting, all his portraits and photos became ghost paintings.

It is impossible to take a photo of him with electronic equipment, not even a sketch. Ordinary paper cannot bear the supernaturalness of ghost paintings.

So how did he recognize it?

"There are no portraits left, but there are characteristics. Captain Lin is the most special. He is wearing a blood-red windbreaker, with a half-happiness character on his chest, and a pair of blood-stained gold-rimmed glasses on his face. It is easy to identify." The man laughed. explained with a smile.

Hearing this explanation, Lin Qian was stunned and nodded:
"Then this characteristic is really obvious."

The man just smiled and didn't pick up the trouble, but continued:
"Team Lin came this time because of this unfinished building?"

The man looked at the unfinished building that had been abandoned for a long time. There had been many cases of disappearances here before, most of which ended without cause.

In the end, because of the reason he came to investigate, it was confirmed that there had been a supernatural event, but the source could not be found and could not be solved, so that was it.

It has been blocked and has not been resolved until now.

"Team Lin, is there something you're interested in here? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here."

The person in charge of Dahan City, Sun Rui, is the man who coughs a lot and is on crutches.

"This has nothing to do with you, you just need to know that I won't cause any trouble in your Dahan city." Lin Qian said lightly.

Hearing these unkind words, Sun Rui was not angry, but nodded with a smile and said:

"With Team Lin's words, then I can rest assured. If this is the case, then I will not disturb Team Lin's work. If you need anything, you can directly notify me, and I will be there on call."

Lin Qian thought for a while, but did not refuse:

"can."

Sun Rui smiled and nodded, then left on crutches, walked to a commercial vehicle parked on the side of the street, opened the door and got in, and nodded to Lin Qian before he left, expressing his goodwill.

Lin Qian just glanced at it and stopped looking.

"Interesting guy."

Lin Qian walked into the unfinished building, and the spiritual collision began, but he disappeared in the unfinished building in just an instant.

Sun Rui sat in the car watching this scene, remained silent, did not say anything, did not do anything, and left directly.

Sometimes meddling takes its toll.

On the pitch-black road, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and a footstep appeared slowly, very crisp, so crisp that it seemed to be inaudible.

"Ghost Post Office"

Lin Qian looked up at the signboard filled with dim light, and walked in with a calm expression.

The hall was as old and decayed as before, the floor looked like it might crack at any time, and the mottled walls still hung with those weird portraits.

The dim light flickered slightly, as if it was a bad connection.

"Are you a newcomer? It seems that you are, old rules, let me tell you about the rules here."

A woman leaning against the door of the room looked at Lin Qian with interest. The woman was very charming, and her voice was magnetic, just like that tall fairy.

Hmm... To put it plainly, it's Yujieyin.

Lin Qian looked at this woman expressionlessly. She was pretty, she had long legs, and she had a nice voice, but it was a pity that he didn't like it, and he didn't dare to like it.

"Newcomer? Interesting, how long have you been here?"

Hearing Lin Qian's rhetorical question, Sister Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and said jokingly:

"Hey, he's still a cool little brother, he's really a rookie with a temper, hehe... my sister likes it!"

"Little brother, what's your name, tell me to make my sister happy, maybe my sister will save you."

Lin Qian frowned, a little puzzled, the ghost post office seemed to be different.

Is someone in control here?No, it doesn't feel like it. It seems that someone has regained the authority here.

"Jiang Qing, don't play dead, he is not a newcomer."

At this time, a woman in a white dress came down from upstairs, without shoes, her pale little feet just stepped on the old stairs and walked down step by step.

"Jiang Qing, calm down, I don't want to sweep your ashes."

Hearing this, the sister Yu who was called Jiang Qing was obviously a little dazed, but she quickly realized it.

She teased the wrong person this time...

"Tian Xiaoyue, your consciousness has won."

After seeing this woman, Lin Qian immediately understood what happened to the ghost post office.

It turned out that this woman won the supernatural confrontation.

"It's thanks to you that you got me out early, otherwise God knows how long it will take me to wake up." Tian Xiaoyue said to Lin Qian with a smile.

Hearing these words, Lin Qian didn't take it seriously, thought for a while and said:

"You didn't make my arrangement for me, did you?"

"No, how come, I dare not touch your arrangement." Tian Xiaoyue said.

"Is that so? That's really a pity. I thought you would move, so I cut you off..." Lin Qian said with a smile.

It seems to be joking, but not like it.

Tian Xiaoyue's face stiffened for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Are you here this time to revive your sister?" Tian Xiaoyue changed the topic tactfully.

"Otherwise? How come the ghost post office can only have one administrator?" Lin Qian went to the counter and sat down, and said casually.

"How come, it's not like you haven't been an administrator before, you know this kind of thing in your heart."

Tian Xiaoyue just stood on the stairs and didn't continue to go down. The young man in front of him had never given up the idea of ​​eating her since he dug her out.

If she wasn't the administrator here, she might have been in his belly.

It is now that the young man's desire to eat her has decreased a lot, but this desire has only decreased, not disappeared.

She is still dangerous...

At this moment, Jiang Qing had already quietly hid her body in the room, leaving only one head outside, listening quietly.

Lin Qian didn't care about these, thought for a while and said:

"Yes, there can indeed be more than one administrator in a ghost post office."

Tian Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, but luckily he didn't say but.

"Do you need me to take you up to the fifth floor? Or should I just give you the letter?"

Hearing this, Lin Qian thought for a while and said:
"Just give me the letter, I'm too lazy to go to the fifth floor."

Hearing this, Tian Xiaoyue didn't refuse, just waved her hand, and a red letter appeared on the counter next to Lin Qian.

Lin Qian stretched out his hand to pick it up, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"You only need to send it twice. It seems that the administrator is still useful."

amount……

Tian Xiaoyue didn't speak, just kept silent and just looked at Lin Qian.

Lin Qian looked at the letter in his hand, this is something that must be done to become an administrator.

Address: Huanghe Village.

Recipient: The owner of the old house at the end of the village.

Time: two days later at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Lin Qian put away the letter, her face remained normal, she turned around and left the ghost post office, a winding yellow mud path appeared, and Lin Qian disappeared into the path.

"Sister Tian, ​​is this also an administrator?"

At this time, seeing Lin Qian leaving, Jiang Qing boldly came out, her eyes full of curiosity.

Hearing Jiang Qing's question, Tian Xiaoyue was silent for a while and said:
"Didn't you ask before, why are there so few people in the post office?"

"Here comes the answer. He walked from the first floor to the fifth floor. Basically, as long as the messengers were dead, after he became an administrator, he kicked out all the newcomers who came in."

"This is how the ghost post office looks like now. The entire post office is just you and the other three couriers."

Hearing this, Jiang Qing swallowed her saliva, and her aura of a royal sister disappeared without a trace.

"Is he so ruthless?" Jiang Qing said in disbelief.

Tian Xiaoyue was silent, looked around, turned and went upstairs without saying anything, and said before leaving:
"Get ready, you have to deliver the letter tomorrow, don't die, I really appreciate you."

Uh……

Jiang Qing's face suddenly became a little stiff, and slowly became silent, without saying anything, she turned and went back to the room.

Sending letters, this kind of thing again, will kill people, okay...

Silence was restored in the dimly lit hall, and the lights flickered, eerily and eeriely.

Oe City.

Lin Qian frowned as he looked at a place, which was the Jiangcheng underground prison, where the ghost prison was located.

"Is coming out? So soon?"

Lin Qian looked at the surrounding streets again, the pedestrians were all normal, and they were not affected in any way.

"It seems that it will take some time to come out... Trouble exists."

Lin Qian was walking on the street, it was around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and the weather was not bad.

"I hope it's better to come out after I get married, otherwise I may not be able to fight."

"Of course, only if I come out of the wedding alive."

Lin Qian walked to a shop that bought beef powder, smelling the smell coming from inside, his eyes flickered.

Just about to go in, a sudden gust of wind blew a note into Lin Qian's hand.

Looking at the note in his hand, Lin Qian frowned:

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"Yes/No"

Looking at the text on it, it was written with red paint, and the handwriting was crooked, even worse than that of a child, but I could just see it.

Lin Qian laughed:

"It's interesting, it's really interesting, it's really interesting that this kind of thing happened on my site."

Lin Qian tore up the paper in his hand and turned it into ashes, then walked into this noodle shop in the deep alley with a blank expression.

jingle
The wind chime hanging at the door was pushed, making a crisp and pleasant bell.

Lin Qian frowned, but she didn't pay much attention to it. When she walked into the powder shop, there were quite a few customers, and the seven tables were basically full.

The owner of the shop is a woman, about 35 years old, with a few wrinkles between her brows, but this does not affect her appearance. She is over [-] years old, and her charm still exists.

The back kitchen seems to be only separated from the front desk by a wall, and the noise from the back kitchen cannot be isolated at all.

Boom, boom, boom, this is the sound from the back kitchen, as if the chef is chopping meat on the chopping board.

With a calm expression, Lin Qian looked up at the menu on the wall, beef noodles, large intestine noodles, duck blood noodles, foie gras noodles, pig whip noodles, tofu flower, big bone soup...

"There are quite a lot of dishes..."

Lin Qian smiled and walked to the front desk. The middle-aged woman who still had a charm looked at Lin Qian with a calm smile.

After Lin Qian approached, the woman smiled slightly, and said softly from her mouth:
"What would you like to eat?"

Lin Qian was expressionless, looked up at the menu, and suddenly smiled:

"Ma'am, how old are you?"

Lin Qian's words were considered a joke. The person with that tone and expression was a little bastard, but what was different from other little bastards was that this little bastard was a bit good-looking.

According to the normal situation, in this kind of overcrowded restaurant, when hearing such teasing words, those diners who are more acquainted, even if they don't come forward to help, should turn around and take a look.

But following Lin Qian's words, those who eat in the restaurant eat, those who drink soy milk drink soy milk, and those who chat with each other are extremely focused.

It's as if they didn't hear the conversation here.

This is very unusual, and the most unusual thing is that the lady boss who still has charm, she smiled and nodded after hearing Lin Qian's question.

Then he opened his mouth and said:
"Okay, the large intestine noodles and big bone broth you want will arrive later."

Lin Qian looked at the smiling proprietress, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she turned to look at the kitchen behind the front desk.

In his eyes, there is a chef wearing a chef's uniform, holding a blood-stained kitchen knife, chopping meat one by one.

And the thing chopped on the chopping board was the chest of an unknown creature, the bones had been chopped to pieces and mixed with the meat.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian looked up at the menu, nodded and muttered:
"It's really rich, and the nutritional value should be very high, but I don't know if the things made by ghosts will make people grow taller if they eat them."

Turning his head to look at the four diners on the table next to him, one of them ordered large intestine noodles. I have to say that the large intestine was added really much.

It was bloody, and the feces inside could still be seen.

"Oh... really, the smellier it is, the more you like to eat it?"

Lin Qian was a little confused, and sighed, several starving ghosts suddenly appeared, one of them went straight into the kitchen, and swallowed the ghost that was chopping meat in one gulp.

Two of them walked up to a table of diners, grabbed two of them and swallowed them in one gulp.

Then a starving ghost grabbed the proprietress's neck and bit her neck off with one bite. In an instant, blood gushed out from the proprietress' neck.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian was a little surprised, but then suddenly realized that he had just died and became a ghost slave not long ago, no wonder it happened.

Lin Qian looked at the headless corpse spouting dark red blood, turned and left expressionlessly, came to the door and tore off the wind chime on the door, and threw it into the ghost painting.

So far, all the ghosts in the pink shop disappeared, and with the disappearance of the ghosts, the ordinary people who were still alive in the pink shop gradually returned to normal.

When they saw what was in their bowls, they felt their stomachs were overwhelmed, and for a while, there was a lot of vomiting in the noodle shop.

Then came the screams.

This is normal...

Lin Qian, who walked out of the powder shop, didn't care, just walked out of the alley, expressionless, and turned a piece of paper that was flying over to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying ghost domain appeared, covering the entire Dajiang City in the blink of an eye, starving ghosts appeared in the streets and alleys, cleaning up those ghosts.

Fang Chengshi, who was dealing with a supernatural incident, saw a starving ghost suddenly appearing not far away, and he was relieved.

A smile appeared on the tired face.

The boss is back, now I don't have to work overtime every day.

Fang Cheng began to look at the unsuspecting police officers around him, smiled and said nothing, and walked away from this supernatural incident.

Seeing Fang Chengshi suddenly come out of the apartment, Kong Qing hastily greeted him:

"Interpol Fang, is the matter settled?"

"No, the boss is back, and I can't be used for the time being." Fang Cheng began to show a smile on his tired face.

"Boss? Is it Captain Lin? He's back?" Kong Qing was taken aback for a moment, but then realized who Fang Chengshi was talking about as the boss, and joy burst into his eyes.

"Well, he's back. The boss is cleaning up all the supernatural events in Dajiang City. After this time, Captain Kong, you can rest for a while. At least you don't have to call me every day like now." Fang Cheng began. I rubbed my temples, I haven't slept in the past few days, and I have dark circles on my face.

Hearing Fang Chengshi's words, Kong Qing's expression also relaxed. The dark circles on his face are much more serious than Fang Chengshi's. He now drinks coffee in the morning, at noon, and at night.

Basically, he ran with Fang Chengshi all day long, slept up to three hours a day, and only had lunch when he was waiting for Fang Chengshi.

"Is that so? That's really great." Kong Qing said with a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, Captain Kong, you should go back to rest early, I have to go back to rest, I haven't seen how many times you have rested in this short period of time, don't break your body." Fang Chengshi patted Kong Qing on the shoulder and said .

He has been in contact with Kong Qing for a long time, so he is very clear about what kind of person he is. To be honest, Fang Chengshi is very optimistic about Kong Qing. This kind of person who is dedicated to his duties is rare now.

"I understand. I'll take a good rest after clearing up the casualties." Kong Qing smiled, he felt at ease now.

At the same time, he was also fortunate that they had a headquarter captain in Dajiang City. Although the captain might not be in Dajiang City once in ten days and half a month, it was enough.

As long as there is one time, their Dajiang City will be safe, just like today.

Fang Chengshi nodded without saying anything, got into the car and drove towards the west of the city.

In the ghost domain, Lin Qian looked indifferently at the entire Dajiang City, starving ghosts kept eating those ghosts that appeared in Dajiang City.

"Hehe... It's only been a while, and there have been so many supernatural events. Is it the inevitable recovery of the supernatural or the reason for the ghost prison?"

Lin Qian's face was a bit unattractive. If it was the former, it would be fine, but if it was the latter, it would be a little troublesome.

"There is not enough manpower, so I need to bring in a few more wage earners."

　Alas, I am already desperate, there is no hope for the boutique, not to mention that one step away has become three steps away, and my mood has become extremely bad.

　　Forget it, continue to drink, and wait for when I wake up tomorrow and when I will code.

　　Good night, readers, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival (in advance)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)