Mysterious resurgence

At night, the brief crisis was finally over.

The ghost wandering in the post office has not appeared again after the failed attack. This is good news. At least the ghost has not been staring at them. Otherwise, the price paid will not be as simple as just one attack.

The three people were sitting on the sofa in room No. 7, thinking about each other.

Wang Shan, an ordinary person, did not dare to participate in this kind of topic and just stayed in the room silently.

"It is very difficult to imprison this ghost. First of all, it is impossible for us to go out after six o'clock in the evening. No one is sure whether it will trigger the law of death if the lights are turned off. It is very likely that as soon as we go out, My back foot is dead outside, so I can't gamble." Yang Jian answered Sun Rui's previous question.

"Since you can't go out at night, you can only act during the day, because the lights in the post office will be on during the day. You can use this pattern of the post office to avoid being killed by turning off the lights."

"The problem is that ghosts don't appear during the day."

Li Yang immediately said: "So only by finding the ghost during the day can we have a chance to imprison it. It is impossible to deal with the ghost at night."

"The ghost is not on the first floor, it may be on the second, third, or even fifth floor." Yang Jian said calmly: "It is hidden somewhere in the post office, but I personally speculate that the situation is most likely to occur on the third floor of the post office. Five floors.”

The old man codenamed Knocker fell to his death from a five-story building before his death.

This is a clue.

Explain that the secret is on the fifth floor of the post office.

The ghosts may have wandered down from the fifth floor, but they were more unlucky on the first floor, or they were foreign intruders to the post office, so they were targeted by the ghosts.

Sun Rui pondered: "Indeed, if you want to imprison this ghost, you have to find its location during the day, but the post office is very big, with thirty-five rooms, and each floor is separated from each other. Upstairs and downstairs It’s not something you can do casually, it’s extremely difficult to imprison.”

"We're at a disadvantage at night. It's like fighting against ghosts in a way of killing. It's such a disadvantage. Otherwise, the whole group will be wiped out."

"Going upstairs is the key." Yang Jian said, "Don't worry about the ghost for now. It can't deal with the three of us."

"But we need to deliver letters upstairs. The third letter is not enough. There are only two letters in the hands of Wang Shan and Wan Xing in another room. This means that we will be forced to separate after we reach the second floor." Sun Rui added. .

Yang Jian turned to look at the room: "Wang Shan, is there no other way to go upstairs besides this method?"

Wang Shan in the room hurriedly replied: "Maybe, but I only know that the method of robbing letters is more reasonable and faster. The messengers upstairs should know more than me. They may have a better method."

The task of delivering letters seems simple, but in fact it is full of all kinds of strange changes.

Everything needs to be discovered by the messenger himself.

Some summed up experiences were passed down by word of mouth, while others have not yet been discovered.

"The couriers on the first floor have delivered too few messages, and they are all newcomers with a very high mortality rate. The information they get is indeed limited. Even if there is some information, it will be taken upstairs very quickly and cannot be left behind, so the more The longer the old messenger lives, the more he knows. If you want to know more clearly and take shortcuts, the only way is to go upstairs."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly.

I felt that I couldn’t waste time staying on the first floor, so I had to at least visit the second floor.

After all, the second floor is full of people who have successfully sent letters at least three times, and they are no longer novices.

"That's it for today. We'll see what happens tomorrow. We won't sleep at night. Who knows if the ghost wandering in the post office will appear again." Yang Jian then added.

"Yes, the post office is safer during the day. It's too dangerous at night. You can't do anything but stay in the room." Sun Rui sighed.

It's pitch dark outside and there are ghosts walking around. Who dares to go out?

For the next period of time, the three people stayed in room No. 7 and sat idle. Everyone did not dare to rest and needed to pay attention to the movement outside the door.

No one can be sure whether the ghost that just failed to attack and left will launch a second attack.

But in his spare time, Yang Jian also took the time to explore this room to see if he could find any clues or anything weird.

"Captain Yang, this room is very normal. It's a bit weird to be normal. There's nothing strange about it. But this is also the strangest place, because normally, the previous messenger would have left something behind after he stayed here. Yes, over time, it is impossible not to leave even a trace."

Wang Shan didn't sleep either. He watched Yang Jian wandering around the room and said, "I had the same idea as Captain Yang when I came in here. I wanted to see if I could find any clues. The result was a pity."

"There are no clues. The room is very clean, and there is not even a trace of man-made traces left."

"You can't understand this kind of imagination, right?" Yang Jian stopped, looked at him and said, "When you say this, I roughly understand the characteristics of this room."

"This is a mechanism similar to a restart. At a certain time, or when the person staying in the room dies, the room will return to a certain time in the past, and all traces left by other people will be erased. It was completely removed, so no matter what the predecessors left here, the room cannot be preserved.”

"So that's it." Wang Shan pondered, feeling that this statement was correct.

Yang Jian said again: "It seems that I don't need to waste time. I can wait for the daybreak with peace of mind. When will your third letter come out?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, just these two days, just because the letter is about to arrive, I will come to the post office in advance, but it is said that the messenger upstairs can come back to the post office anytime and anywhere, unlike us who are forced to appear here Here." Wang Shan said.

"Okay, I hope to see your letter tomorrow."

After that, he stopped investigating and simply sat on the sofa in the living room and closed his eyes to rest.

Li Yang was very courageous. He sat directly behind the wooden door to guard against the appearance of ghosts at any time.

Sun Rui didn't speak, but he was holding a small book and recording something. Maybe he was setting up a file, maybe he was analyzing the whole thing, but he was not idle anyway.

Time passed little by little.

The post office was quiet without any noise. The lights in the living room were dim and the three people sat in different places without saying a word.

The night is long and hard, but it will pass.

Twelve hours passed.

At six o'clock in the morning.

The darkness inside the post office dissipated, light seeped in from outside the door, and at the same time, the lights in the room were turned off on time.

The lights go out.

Everyone in the room was startled, fearing that some unpredictable accident would happen.

But then everyone realized that this was the reason why the lights in the room automatically turned off at dawn. This was a normal change in the post office and was not dangerous.

"It's time." Yang Jian, who had been sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, said now.

He didn't sleep, just conserved his energy and caution as much as possible.

Although he can go several days without eating, drinking or sleeping, under special circumstances, he should still plan carefully.

"Li Yang, open the door, let's go out and take a look." Sun Rui slowly stood up and walked forward with his golden cane.

"I leaned against the door last night and didn't see any danger. The ghost probably won't appear on the first floor." Li Yang nodded and opened the door on his own initiative.

Although it's daytime, the post office is not much different from the night. It's still dark. It's just that the lights are on during the day, so it doesn't seem so oppressive and dark.

Everyone came out.

Nothing has changed, the post office is exactly the same as when I arrived yesterday.

Yang Jian looked back slightly at the wooden door.

There are a few subtle marks on the door handle of the wooden door, which were left by fingernails and have not disappeared yet.

This mark was undoubtedly caused accidentally by the ghost last night after he quickly retracted his palm.

Ghost, caused a certain degree of damage to the wooden door.

This is special.

You must know that the door was not broken even after it was twisted like that last night. Everything here exists because of supernatural beings and cannot be destroyed easily.

"Crunch!"

The door opened, and the doors to the two rooms next door opened.

The thin-cheeked man named Wan Xing touched his bruised face and walked out with an ugly expression. When he saw Yang Jian and the others, he was immediately startled, and then he dodged in fear.

The woman named Qian Rong at the door of No. 1 stood haggard and at a loss. She was helpless and seemed to be in despair.

Because she was originally dating Wan Xing, so they could rely on each other and help each other a little bit.

But with the appearance of Yang Jian, Wanxing could no longer count on them, and these people were even more dangerous. She didn't even dare to get close, for fear of dying.

"Have you received the letter?" At this moment, Wang Shan finally walked out of the room and asked.

"No, no." Wan Xing didn't want to answer at first, but when Yang Jian looked over, he had to respond hastily.

Qian Rong also replied: "Me neither."

"Captain Yang, things are very strange. Logically, letters would appear no matter what this morning, but none of the three of us received one." Wang Shan frowned: "This is different from the previous situation."

"Where do letters usually appear?" Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shan said: "Generally speaking, it will appear in three places: on the bedside table in the post office room, on the door of the check-in room with letters clipped on it, and in another place: the counter."

"The ways of delivering letters will be slightly different depending on where they appear in the three places. The letter on the bedside is a personal task, and the letter on the door is the task of all messengers in the room. As for the letter on the counter, I can't judge. But personal inference should be the task of all messengers on the first floor.”

"Similarly, the three methods of sending letters will increase the risk accordingly. This is something I learned from contacting the courier upstairs."

"The counter is over there."

Sun Rui's eyes moved and he looked at an old counter in the hall.

The counter was very old and dusty, and no one had wiped it for a long time.

But at some point, an unsealed letter was neatly placed on it.

However, the difference is that the color of the envelope of this letter is not the yellow envelope that Yang Jian encountered last time, but a red envelope that looks like blood.

This is a red letter.

Yang Jian also saw the slightly special red letter, which was very conspicuous on the counter.

"A red letter?" Wang Shan was stunned.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and there were no examples of red letters in his previous two mail deliveries, nor what he heard from other people.

Although I have never seen it, it is obvious that the letter is placed on the counter, which means that this is a task in which all the couriers on the first floor must act together.

And the red envelope obviously revealed an unusual smell.

"The difficulty of sending letters has increased." This idea immediately came to Wang Shan's mind.

Yang Jian walked over and stared at the red letter in front of him: "There are no words on it, not even an address. How can I send it?"

"The address should appear after you pick up the letter, but the way it appears is a little special." Wang Shan also hurried over and reminded him.

Yang Jian reached out to take it, but Sun Rui stopped him and said, "This may be a curse. It's best not to touch it. I think I'll just leave it here and leave it alone."

"Don't do this. If you don't take away the envelope today, everyone on the first floor may be dead by night."

Wang Shan immediately reminded: "I have seen a newcomer refuse to deliver a letter, but the next day I saw him dead on the bed in the room. The letter was tightly grasped in his hand. The death was horrific. He refused to deliver the letter. The cost is greater than tearing up the letter. If you are not sure, you can tear up the envelope."

"But I have never seen this red letter. I don't know what the price will be after tearing it up. It may directly kill everyone on the first floor, or it may attract more terrifying ghosts."

Sun Rui touched his chin: "It sounds very troublesome."

"Don't worry, I can bear the curse alone." Yang Jian was not afraid. He stretched out his left hand and picked up the red letter.

Pick up the letter.

A cold breeze hung on the counter, and the breeze blew away the dust on the counter. A row of crooked figures emerged from the dust, forming a sentence.

It was an address, recording a strange and strange place.

Send the letter to the owner of No. 78 Fu Shou Yuan.

Deadline: seven days.

Obviously, this is the task of the messenger.

But there is no name for this task, there is no price for failure, and of course there is no reward.

It's just a simple message delivery task.

But Wang Shan, Wan Xing and Qian Rong here all know that if this letter cannot be delivered smoothly, they will definitely die.

The price is so simple that there is no need to explain it specifically.

As for the rewards, no one knows because they have no experience.