Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 74
The unusual movements in the painting are confined to the small room, and no third party is aware of it.

Zhang Qian and Jiang Dan had left the hall and returned to the back-shaped patio.

"There are seven rooms. Room 11 is relatively close. How about we start from here?" Zhang Qian suggested.

"Okay." Jiang Dan naturally had no objection, and she was not interested in these things.

With a creak, the door opened.

At first glance, this room looked familiar.

"The two rooms are so similar, I don't know if it's an exception or a rule. Is it like a hotel, all rooms are the same?" Zhang Qian was a little curious.

Although the light was dim and dim, it did not flicker or go out.

This means that this room is also protected by the power of the post office and will not be attacked unless the lights are turned off.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

He stepped into the room, intending to look for clues.

The room was very small, and Zhang Qian had already looked at the overall layout in less than half a minute.

Like the previous room No. [-], this room also consists of a living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom.

Not only that, even the furniture looked the same as the previous room.

After walking around for a while, he found nothing more, so he took Jiang Dan to other rooms.

12, 14, 15...

Before long, they had looked through all the rooms.

Without exception, all the rooms seemed to be carved out of the same mold, with exactly the same layout and furniture.

And the rooms are very tidy, but Zhang Qian always feels a strange feeling.

It was as if no one had ever lived in those rooms...

One or two rooms can still be explained, but it is a bit strange that there are no traces in all the rooms.

Zhang Qian paid special attention to those hidden corners, but was unable to find anything left by other messengers.

Even if the entire first floor can only accommodate five people, the former messenger should have left behind some personal belongings.

"I originally wanted to look for clues like notebooks, but now it seems impossible." Zhang Qian sighed helplessly.

Behind him, Jiang Dan was panting, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

She had exercised more this morning than she usually did in a week, and her strength was already exhausted.

"You are in good physical condition." Zhang Qian glanced at Jiang Dan and found that there were faint beads of sweat on her forehead.

Although he looks weak, it is a good sign for the ghost controller, indicating that Jiang Dan is still a long way from the ghost's recovery.

Because the closer the ghost controller is to recovery, the closer his body is to the ghost, and generally there will be no physical exhaustion.

Jiang Dan only thought that Zhang Qian was laughing at him, and said helplessly: "I'm really tired... I rarely exercise."

Zhang Qian glanced at his phone and saw that less than 10 minutes had just passed.

But there really aren't any clues here. It might as well go out and check the mailing address first.

And Jiang Dan is here to help, so it’s better to consider other people’s feelings, otherwise it won’t be so easy to hire someone next time.

"Then let's call it a day." Zhang Qian suggested.

Jiang Dan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately thought that Zhang Qian might be taking care of him.

She said a little embarrassedly: "I'm actually fine, don't worry too much about me. Have you found what you were looking for? Will leaving like this disrupt your original plan."

Although he wanted to go home, Jiang Dan still subconsciously tried to be brave and did not want to leave a bad impression on his new friends. "I've seen everything I need to see, and there's no point in staying any longer. Now it seems that the fastest way to find out the information is to find the previous messenger. Although it may not be accurate, you can get an idea, at least it won't be like being headless. It’s like a fly’s luck.”

"And the first floor is full of newcomers, so the truly secret information can only be obtained from a higher floor."

After all, the first floor is full of ordinary people who were randomly pulled into the ghost post office. Probably only those who have passed multiple missions and survived are considered real messengers.

Of course, the kind that wins by hugging your thighs and lying down does not count.

"Is that so... shall we leave now?" Jiang Dan asked.

"Right now, one more little thing."

Zhang Qian walked to room 103, entered the room and walked around casually.

Then he picked out a few secret places and left some marks, including small paper balls and gold bullet casings.

"The traces of the past must have been removed, otherwise the room wouldn't be so clean. I just don't know if that thing is the cleaning staff, or is it a supernatural force?"

You only need to check these marks next time you go into the post office to know the answer. If it is a cleaning staff, it will not be so easy to find these paper balls. If it is supernatural, it will not affect the gold.

Moreover, there are items left by several other people on the table, which can very intuitively tell whether the room has been affected.

"Okay, let's go."

After confirming that nothing was missing, Zhang Qian and Jiang Dan walked towards the hall together.

But they did not leave directly because Zhang Qian planned to take a painting with him.

And that painting is of course a copy that appeared later. After all, this thing is the most suspicious, so you can take it back and study it.

"So strong..."

Zhang Qian's hands shimmered, and the cutting ability from the ghost hands was fully activated.

It's just that Zhen Qi is as sharp as iron but can't do anything with the mottled picture frame. No matter how hard he tries, he can't pull it off.

It's as if the frame and the wall are one.

Zhang Qian had no choice but to give up the idea and walked out of the post office with a little regret.

Wait until he disappears into the darkness.

A blob of paint suddenly appeared on the wall of the post office.

The strange changes did not attract the attention of the people in the painting. Their senses seemed to be blinded and they were unable to detect the changes in the hall.

The paint flows from top to bottom on the wall, as if controlled by someone, and gradually converges into a rectangular outline.

The outline gradually became clearer, and details continued to be added to the image. After a while, the paint spontaneously painted a realistic wooden door on the wall.

The spots on the door were clearly visible, and there was even a slightly opened door crack, as if someone wanted to open it from the inside.

Not it seems.

With a creak, the painted door was actually pushed open.

Zhang Xianguang walked out of the painting like a leisurely stroll, without any hindrance.

The dreams of countless people in the painting came true so easily, but there was no trace of excitement on the faces of the people in the painting, and their eyes were still so numb and ashen.

Their view of the post office hall has been tampered with, and now they are just staring at the empty hall in a daze.

But Zhang Xianguang's focus was not here. He just stood in front of his masterpiece and admired it carefully.

"It seems there are some shortcomings."

(End of this chapter)