Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 86

"Paradise Building" area.

Inside is a very long corridor.

On both sides of the corridor, like other exhibition halls, there are various models, and here are realistic houses.

These houses have a strong flavor of the times, they are all composed of bricks and tiles, some are black tiles and white walls, some are based on earth and wood, but without exception, they are all relatively famous buildings in the Republic of China and modern times style.

"This is……"

Observing the surrounding environment, Lin Fan stopped in front of a five-story house model with an introduction marked on the side.

"Red Mansion."

"It's located on Pingjiang Road, Dahai City."

"A supernatural building that disappeared strangely. There used to be many red clothes in it. Later, they also disappeared with the disappearance of the red building. It is said that the person in charge of guarding there is a woman. Her name is Zhang Youhong."

A mysterious building that disappeared mysteriously?

Lin Fan couldn't help but take another look.

And this Zhang Youhong, if he remembers correctly, should be the full name of Sister Hong, one of the F7 of the Republic of China.

It was mentioned in the original book that the ghost puzzles controlled by Sister Hong all come from a red room, and the supernatural building she is responsible for guarding is called the Red Mansion, which proves that the information is accurate and reasonable.

"The tattoo parlor actually records so much information about supernatural buildings. Is it because the tattoo artist has a hobby of recording, or does he have other purposes..."

Lin Fan roughly counted.

In the entire "Paradise Building" area, there are five supernatural architectural models with introductions, four of which disappeared as mysteriously as the introduction of the Red Building, and the remaining one is very familiar, which is the ghost post office.

And they all have one thing in common.

Every supernatural building is guarded by corresponding people.

In fact, Lin Fan always thought that why the ghost masters guarded the ghost land in the previous era was to imprison the ghosts and prevent them from invading the real world, but now, he thinks there should be other reasons.

There are many supernatural places formed in the last era.

It is impossible to require every ghost master to be as selfless as the seven elders of the Republic of China—let’s just look at it as selflessness. It is definitely unrealistic to spend a lifetime of time and energy guarding a hell on earth.

So Lin Fan was suspicious.

Guarding the ghost land is linked to their own terrifying strength, or it is a means to balance the overly powerful ghost in the body. After all, not everyone can ignore the recovery of ghosts, and not everyone can achieve a dead state.

"The land of ghosts hides further secrets of ghost masters. This is the path taken by the previous generation. From puzzles to completeness, from completeness to the land of ghosts. The more terrifying the land of ghosts, the more you can see the guards. terrible."

"But what is the red dress?"

Lin Fan found that he had missed the red dress.

Since the road in the period of the Republic of China was a puzzle and a complete road, then what is the similar road in red clothes?

"The more I understand the truth of the supernatural world, the more I feel small. The supernatural recovery definitely hides deeper secrets." Lin Fan's brain is no longer enough. There are too many puzzles and too little information, so he can't reason.

And while he was thinking.

While looking at the text message from Xie Zimin on the phone, Wang An moved forward, passed Lin Fan unknowingly, and walked towards a mezzanine in the corridor.

This mezzanine is separated by two walls, like a specially reserved room, there is nothing too special in it, there is a painting hanging under the lighting in the middle, an oil painting with a wooden door.

"painting……"

Wang An's heart was beating very hard.

As if facing the most difficult challenge in his life, he took out the letter hidden in his coat pocket.

This is a "yellow" letter. According to the difficulty level of the ghost post office's letter delivery task, yellow belongs to the second middle vertical difficulty.

Although not as good as Hongxin, it is also difficult enough.

"crunch-"

With this letter from the ghost post office appears.

The oil painting of the door began to change, slowly opened from the inside, and stretched out a skinny arm.

At this moment, the boundary between oil painting and reality intersected, and the arm stretched out from the world of painting and stopped in front of Wang An.

"..."

Seeing such a strange picture.

Wang An was slightly stunned, and it took two seconds for him to realize that he wanted to hand over the letter, but the letter was snatched away just as it reached halfway.

"what are you doing?"

He stared blankly behind him.

Lin Fan frowned while clutching at the letter which could not be seen in any particular way, and looked at the hand protruding from the oil painting, and said with a bad look: "I should be the one to ask you this question, you are ready, put this Send it a letter?"

"You don't understand, you have to give it, or I'll die." Wang An's eyes were red, if he didn't know that he couldn't beat Lin Fan, he would definitely fight directly.

"Hehe, are you the messenger from the lower floors?"

"You, you know I'm a messenger?"

"That's not the point. The point is, don't you know that once the letter is sent out, the ghost who receives the letter will immediately recover. Guess what level the spirit that was detained alone in this area belongs to?"

Lin Fan had no expression on his face, and his tone was not kind.

Almost made this person break something big.

If he hadn't snatched the letter in time, the ghost who was imprisoned behind the door would have already broken out.

Because the particularity of the ghost painting cuts off the perception ability of the ghost species, Lin Fan has no way of knowing what level of supernatural power the owner of this arm is, but it is definitely not lower than the blood-colored high-heeled shoes.

After all, it is a Datong shop that lives on the first floor.

One is a single room on the second floor.

It is easy to draw some conclusions from this comparison.

"Then what should I do? If I don't deliver it, the post office won't let me go." Wang An suddenly panicked.

This is indeed a problem.

If Lin Fan was ruthless and took the letter with him, Wang An couldn't do anything, but he didn't intend to do that.

The letter from the ghost post office is not only the beginning of a supernatural event, but also a special opportunity, which is equivalent to a key that can open the cage of ghosts.

If you use it, it may have a miraculous effect.

"Before I leave, I will deliver the letter on your behalf."

Lin Fan folded the letter and put it away in an irrefutable tone, "You can trust me or doubt me, I don't care."

"Then I'll trouble you." Wang An's complexion was very bad, he could only choose to compromise, he didn't dare to talk too much.

The process of delivering the letter got stranded.

And the arm protruding from the painting is still in its original position, waiting for the letter can't wait.

Slightly awkward.

After going on for a while, he silently took his hand back, but the oil painting on the door changed, and the originally sealed door was slightly opened at this time, as if it could no longer hold the things inside.

"The suppression of the tattoo parlor is disappearing, which means that even if I don't deliver the letter, the ghost behind the door will continue to open the door and escape from the painting as time goes by." Lin Fan knew the situation in front of him instantly. .

After exploring the "Paradise Building", it is surprisingly safe here. If you don't actively trigger something, even ordinary people can survive.

Perhaps because he felt that the atmosphere just now was not right, Wang An remembered something after some psychological counseling for himself, and asked, "Strange, it was Xie Zimin who asked me to come here, why isn't he here?"

"Is that the man you're talking about?"

Lin Fan suddenly pointed behind them.

Following the position of his fingers, Wang An saw a "slender" figure over three meters high who couldn't even stand upright, bent his neck, and barely touched the ceiling in the passage connecting the corridor and another area.

Judging from the elongated version of the clothing on the other party.

He is Xie Zimin.

(End of this chapter)