Mysterious resurgence

The messenger on the fifth floor still slipped through the net. From Wang Yong's mouth, he learned that there was a messenger who was more senior than him.

You must know that he is also the messenger on the fifth floor who delivered two letters. He is already very senior. The more senior messengers he refers to are the group of people who arrived on the fifth floor before him.

"It doesn't matter now whether couriers older than you still exist. We have the final say on the fifth floor of the post office. Whether they appear or not, it won't affect the overall situation. The decision-making power on the fifth floor is now in our hands."

Yang Jian dispelled Wang Yong's concerns at this moment.

The others nodded and thought it was right.

Now their number is large enough, Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, Long Ge, Zhong Yan, six people, they are already an incredible team of messengers.

Even if there is some old messenger still alive, if he dares to show his face, he will just end up being nailed to the ground like the man named Lu Sheng.

"In that case, what's your next move, captain?"

At this moment, the messenger named Zhou Ze couldn't wait to ask.

Yang Jian said: "No rush, let this matter rest for the time being. I have one more thing to confirm. I want to know if any of you have seen Sun Rui who was staying in the lobby on the first floor? He is missing and I want to find him. You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.”

"Sun Rui? Who is Sun Rui? Is there anyone else in the lobby on the first floor?" Zhou Ze was a little confused: "I'm sorry, I rarely come to the post office. I really don't know what happened recently."

Li Yang said: "Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City. I, Sun Rui and the captain teamed up to break into this place in order to solve the ghost post office. However, Sun Rui chose to stay in the lobby on the first floor and cut off the arrival of the couriers on the first floor. , he has been staying there for a while, and the captain and I saw him ten days ago when we received the mission to deliver the letter, and Sun Rui was still on the first floor at that time."

"But when we came to the post office yesterday, Sun Rui had disappeared mysteriously."

"So that's what happened. Is there a person in charge on the first floor?" Wang Yong pondered, and he understood what the person in charge named Sun Rui was doing.

This Sun Rui probably wants to kill all the couriers on the first floor and cut off the recruitment of new people, so that the operation of the ghost post office will stop.

It's a good method, but it's very difficult because someone still needs to clean up the couriers on the first to fifth floors.

Thinking of this, Wang Yong looked at Yang Jian again.

It turns out that Yang Jian's previous killing of the messenger had such a meaning.

This is indeed a method. If there is nothing the ghost post office can do, then it is also feasible to eliminate all the couriers.

Without anyone to deliver the letter, the curse of the ghost post office cannot be spread, and the place will naturally be closed permanently.

"To be honest, I haven't been to the post office for a long time. I don't know much about this matter. I don't know about Sun Rui's existence at all. I'm sorry." The bald old man named Long Ge shook his head.

At this time, the middle-aged woman named Zhong Yan said: "I came to the post office three days ago and met Sun Rui. At that time, there was a little conflict between us and we almost got into a fight, but that was a few days ago. It's over, now that Sun Rui is missing, I don't have any intelligence information."

Yang Jian immediately looked at her: "Three days ago?"

Zhong Yan nodded: "Yes, three days ago, that Sun Rui was sitting behind the big counter on the first floor. It seems that he has been there for a long time."

"Any clues to provide?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

"Let me think about it." Zhong Yan was recalling, trying to recall what happened three days ago.

In fact, she didn't have much contact with Sun Rui. She just met briefly on the first floor. Very little happened, and the clues she could pay attention to were limited. However, as a messenger on the fifth floor, she could observe the details around her. It is a necessary skill.

Although Zhong Yan is an ordinary middle-aged woman, the scene at that time has been restored in her mind at this moment.

By excluding some unimportant things, she tried to leave something worth caring about.

"Sun Rui is sitting in front of the counter. There is an oil lamp on the counter that is out of oil." Zhong Yan said: "He looks very bad. He has a cane and a gun in his hand. It is a specially made one."

"These clues are not important." Yang Jian said, "Other than that."

Zhong Yan continued to think, and then said: "Other than that, there seemed to be nothing suspicious worth paying attention to, but when I went upstairs, I looked back at him and there was an oil painting placed at Sun Rui's feet."

painting?

Yang Jian's expression changed: "What kind of oil painting?"

"It's similar to the oil painting here, but I didn't see it clearly, but that oil painting is more special and I have a slight impression." Zhong Yan said.

"It is very normal to have oil paintings in the post office. There are oil paintings either on the fifth floor or in the lobby on the first floor. The specific origin of this thing is not known yet. I only know that every once in a while, there will always be ghost paintings in the post office. Inexplicably, there are a few more oil paintings that I have never seen before." Wang Yong said.

"Go and have a look on the first floor." Yang Jian said directly.

He was in a hurry when he went upstairs before, and he hadn't paid attention to the situation on the first floor. Now he should really go back to the first floor and take a good look.

The lobby on the fifth floor and the lobby on the first floor of the post office are special places.

Because there are only two places where oil paintings are hung, and there are no other floors.

Immediately, Yang Jian took action. He opened the door and walked out, quickly going downstairs along the old wooden stairs.

Although I have the black letter with me, the delivery mission will not start as long as I don't leave the post office, so it won't be a problem for the time being.

Seeing this, others followed suit.

After all, Yang Jian is the boss here, and it is best to follow his decision.

A group of people quickly returned from the fifth floor of the post office to the first floor.

There are no special changes on the first floor of the post office. It is still the same layout as before. The lights above the head are still yellow and dim, and the colorful neon lights outside the door are flashing, full of a backward style.

Yang Jian came to the counter where Sun Rui was before. His ghostly eyes peered around, especially at the oil paintings on the wall.

There are some portraits of people on the oil paintings, including men and women, old people and children. The painting style is the same, dark and strange, and it is obviously from the hand of one person.

He looked at the counter again and saw that there were no other fallen paintings.

"All the oil paintings on the first floor are here. If Sun Rui's disappearance is related to the oil paintings, can you identify which oil painting it is?" Yang Jian looked at Zhong Yan.

This is the only one among the couriers who had contact with Sun Rui a few days ago, so her information is very important.

Zhong Yan was also looking at the oil paintings hanging on the wall, comparing them in her mind with the oil painting she saw three days ago, and finally pointed out: "If I didn't make a mistake in my judgment, the oil painting I saw three days ago It should be that one.”

Following the direction her finger pointed, Yang Jian saw the oil painting.

The oil painting depicts an old man, about sixty years old. The character in the painting is sitting on a chair with his face turned sideways, looking forward. Behind him is a wall. There are windows on the wall, but the windows It was pitch black and there was no way to see the outside scene through the window.

The painting style is quite depressing, which makes people feel very uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time.

"Take down that painting." Yang Jian glanced at it and said directly.

"I'll do it." The messenger named Zhou Ze volunteered to take over the task.

He walked over and climbed onto the counter next to him, and then stood on tiptoe, just enough to touch the painting hanging on the wall.

But the oil painting seemed motionless as if it were embedded on the wall.

"There is something wrong with this painting." Zhou Ze said immediately.

Yang Jian peeked with his ghost eyes. His ghost eyes were not affected or suppressed. He did not have the same feeling as when he faced the ghost painting. However, at this time, he saw the man sitting by the window in the oil painting. The old man blinked strangely at this time, and seemed to glance here intentionally or unintentionally.

"The people in the oil painting moved."

"Yes, I blinked just now and tried to turn around, but then I stopped."

The messengers were not bad at observing, and they all paid attention to this detail.

"It seems to be no different from the oil paintings on the fifth floor." Wang Yong pondered: "But it stands to reason that it cannot be taken down, unless someone is playing tricks."

"There is something wrong with the person in the painting, and it should be related to that person." The bald man named Brother Long moved his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.

As if to confirm his words, the man in the painting stood up strangely, then turned around to face the front.

this moment.

The portrait hanging on the wall actually became loose and fell off.

Zhou Ze's face was solemn. He hurriedly took it off and put it on the counter, then quickly distanced himself a little.

"So does Sun Rui's disappearance have something to do with this painting?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly and he stepped forward.

Zhong Yan said: "I only know that Sun Rui was indeed studying this painting three days ago, but I am not sure whether it is related to the disappearance. After all, three days have passed, and anything could happen during this period."

Yang Jian didn't speak, but stretched out his ghost hand and touched the surface of the oil painting.

But his ghost hand sank slowly as if submerged in water.

The old man in the oil painting actually started to move again at this time. He was actually slowly retreating, as if Yang Jian's palm was about to touch him, so the old man in the painting had to retreat.

Soon, the old man in the oil painting retreated behind the wall.

Everyone stared at this scene with extremely solemn expressions.

Because the old man in the oil painting is likely to be a fierce ghost. If Yang Jian can reach into the oil painting, then Sun Rui should also be able to. So based on this assumption, Sun Rui may have disappeared into the oil painting. .

"careful."

Suddenly, Wang Yong reminded.

Suddenly, the face of the old man in the oil painting changed. He was no longer calm, but lowered his head slightly. A layer of black shadow enveloped him, and his facial features were slightly blurred. He instantly became strange and sinister, as if a hidden ghost was revealed. the true appearance.

next moment.

Yang Jian's body swayed, and he felt that his ghost hand seemed to be caught by someone, but at this moment his ghost hand also caught the other person.

The ghost hand has the ability to suppress a fierce ghost.

At this moment, he stepped back without hesitation, trying to pull out the things in the oil painting.

The ghost figure under Yang Jian's feet swayed with astonishing strength. Coupled with the suppressive force of the ghost hand, it actually dragged the old man in the oil painting. The old man who originally retreated kept getting closer to the oil painting.

The area occupied by the characters is getting larger and larger, as if the old man is about to be forcibly pulled out.

"Is this okay?"

The other people's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when they saw this. Seeing this trend, it seems that the evil ghost will be pulled out of the oil painting alive.

Yang Jian suffered a loss when he was on the fifth floor before and lost a hand. Naturally, he will not suffer again this time.

With experience comes preparation, so this time I used ghost hands.

But it's about to succeed.

The old man in the oil painting actually made some moves again. He stretched out his hand outside the oil painting. When he took it back, there was an axe. The axe looked like one used in rural areas to chop firewood. The axe was red. The ax handle is black, forming a clear contrast in color, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Captain, he wants to cut off your hand." Li Yang said hurriedly.

Yang Jian's face darkened: "If you want to fight me, then I will fight with you to the end."

He reached out and nailed the spear to the ground hard, and let go of his hand, abandoning the supernatural weapon, then gave up pulling, and actually attached it to the oil painting.

One gets close to the painting.

Yang Jian's whole body quickly submerged into it, as if he was about to enter the painting.

"Too reckless."

The messenger named Zhou Ze lowered his voice and said: "None of the messengers on the fifth floor dared to enter the oil painting. How dare he? I heard that it is easy to get lost after entering, unable to find the exit, and eventually trapped to death." inside."

But it's too late to say all this.

Yang Jian had already submerged into the oil painting. He disappeared from sight, but Yang Jian's figure appeared in the oil painting.

"Didn't you bring the weapons in? Do you think you can't bring the weapons into the painting?" Wang Yong whispered.

Li Yang said: "Ignore this matter for now. The most important thing now is how dangerous the old man in the oil painting is? Does he need support? If necessary, we have to go inside the painting."

The others looked at the spear standing on the ground, and then at Yang Jian in the painting.

"Let's take a look at the situation first, and be ready to take action at any time." Wang Yong said.

Now that everyone is a group, it is natural to unite.

now.

The situation in the oil painting changed again. Yang Jian, who entered the oil painting, confronted the old man. The old man who originally raised his ax and was about to chop it down was grabbed by the arm by a tall black figure behind Yang Jian.

The ax couldn't cut down, but the old man was retreating.

Seems to be escaping.

No.

wrong.

Yang Jian's figure in the oil painting was also moving a little uncontrollably, as if he was being dragged to an unknown place by the old man.

"After entering the oil painting, we are at a disadvantage." Zhou Ze observed it and then said.

"Go in and have a look."

Wang Yong said, and then walked forward without saying a word, getting close to the oil painting, and his body gradually disappeared into it.

Zhong Yan, Brother Long, and Zhou Ze were all stunned for a moment.

Are they all so brave?

Not afraid at all?

Little did they know that Wang Yong already understood what he should do after understanding the current situation outside and Yang Jian's identity.

This is not bravery.

It is a united front that requires unity and cooperation.

If you don't actively stand up when faced with danger, the final result can be imagined.

Li Yang didn't move when he saw this. He needed to stay outside to be careful.

Several other messengers joined later and were not so trustworthy. He needed to be careful, and he also needed to make sure that the supernatural weapon left outside could not be stolen.

Among oil paintings.

Yang Jian was now in a relatively cramped room. The room was surrounded by walls. One wall was a window, but the other wall was a painting.

The scene in the painting is actually that of a post office.

The people in the oil painting are looking at them, and they are also looking at the people in the oil painting.

This seems a bit weird.

But Yang Jian's attention is not on this now, but on staring at the old man. This old man is not actually old, but he gives people a very strange feeling. His whole body is cold and scary, and there is an unreal feeling, as if he was back then. The ghost paintings I encountered were average.

It's just that this old man is not as fierce as Gui Hua.

now.

The two were fighting, and Yang Jian's ghostly shadow and ghostly hands caught the old man and tried to subdue and suppress him, but it was obvious that the suppression was not successful enough and the old man could still move.

The old man dragged Yang Jian out of the room and towards a black door.

It's so powerful that it's irresistible.

But Yang Jian couldn't let go. The old man was still holding an ax in his hand. He didn't know what would happen if he was hit.

"What kind of existence is there in the oil painting? Is it a human being? Or a ghost?" This thought came to his mind.

However, the deadlock was broken at this moment.

Wang Yong actually infiltrated from the post office and came to the world in this oil painting.

"I'm here to help you." Wang Yong took one look at the situation and rushed forward immediately.

"Take the ax from his hand." Yang Jian said immediately.

Wang Yong immediately reached out and grabbed the ax and tried to fight for it. The old man with a dark and sinister face suddenly shook his arm, briefly broke free from the shackles of the ghost, and actually struck him.

But the next moment.

A ghost figure appeared in front of Wang Yong. The ghost stood in front of him, blocking the attack of the axe.

But there was a huge gash in the ghost's body, which could not even be recovered.

"You still dare to take action?"

Yang Jian seized this opportunity, and Guiying immediately cooperated with Guiying to grab the old man's other arm.

The suppression of the ghost hand cooperated with the disassembly of the ghost shadow, and one of the old man's arms was removed like a building block.

The old man didn't say a word when he saw this. He turned around and ran away. He quickly opened the black door and walked away quickly.

"Don't chase." Yang Jian warned.

Wang Yong did not chase him. He was afraid because the ax could even split the ghost. If he chased rashly, he might be killed.

"It would be nice if I could take off the hand holding the axe." He then said with regret.

Yang Jian said: "This old guy is in the Yin people. He kept his hands and was trying to catch me. After you appeared, he had to attack you. Otherwise, this ax was left to me. But I also kept my hands and was on guard." he."

After speaking, he touched his forehead.

Ghost Eyes can be used.

Then he added: "The fact that this old man has such scheming means that he is not a ghost."

"But not human either."

Then he saw the arm in his hand. It was not flesh and blood, it looked like wood, and it seemed like it was painted. It was inactive and lifeless. In short, it felt strange.