Mysterious resurgence

Spent another night at the post office.

At six o'clock in the morning, exactly on time, the darkness in the post office quickly dissipated, the faint yellow light was turned on, and the place returned to its usual gloomy and dim state.

After confirming that everything was normal outside, Yang Jian and others walked out of Room 31.

"Last night, there was a strange sound of walking in high heels outside. Finally, one of the doors opened and he entered." Li Yang immediately mentioned the abnormality he noticed yesterday.

After speaking, he pointed ahead: "It's probably in that direction."

35, 36, 37.

There are three rooms in that direction. The doors are closed at the moment, and no messenger comes out.

"Do you think that the sound of walking in high heels is a ghost?"

Yang Jian frowned, glanced briefly, and then asked.

Li Yang said: "Captain, do you think that the darkness inside the post office at night may be ordinary people moving around? I think this possibility is very small. There is a high probability that it is a ghost wandering on the third floor."

"Don't be so arbitrary. It's true that the post office is very dangerous when the lights are turned off at night, but you have entered into a misunderstanding, that is, you are not certain to die outside the room after the lights are turned off. Although it is dangerous, as long as you don't encounter the door we encountered on the first floor. Ghosts should not die."

"Of course, this is just my personal speculation. I still remain skeptical about it. After all, it has not been confirmed."

As Yang Jian spoke, he walked towards the room pointed by Li Yang: "If there is a ghost, go in and take a look and everything will be clear. You probably didn't hear anyone opening the door and leaving after keeping watch."

"No."

"That means the owner of the high-heeled shoes is staying in one of the rooms here. Let me look for it." Yang Jian came to the door of room 35. He reached out and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Don't come in, I can be alone."

He wasn't afraid at all and didn't seem to care if there was any danger in the room.

In fact, in Yang Jian's current state, many things are no longer worthy of his concern. The only thing he is afraid of is the recovery of his own ghost eyes.

Yang Xiaohua, Cai Yu, Wang Shan, and Liu Mingxin stood watching from a distance. They did not dare to approach the rooms where there were suspected problems.

Yang Jian dared to do this because he was an expert and bold, but they were not.

The couriers who sneaked up from the first and second floors are simply newer than the newcomers on this floor, and any abnormality may kill them.

soon.

Yang Jian walked out of room 35.

"There is nothing wrong. Everything inside is normal. The layout is the same as the room No. 31 we stayed in last night."

After saying that, he went to rooms 36 and 37 one after another.

Everything was normal inside, there were no ghosts wandering around, no messengers came in, and the room was empty.

"How can this be."

Li Yang felt a little weird: "I heard some noise last night."

"We haven't figured out many parts of this ghost post office. Some abnormalities are normal. Don't make a fuss. We saw a corpse on the stairs when we went upstairs. Now we can hear the sound of walking in high heels at night. Strange."

"The ghost post office has been in existence for at least fifty years, and its operation has never stopped. Who knows what has happened to this ghost place for so long. Maybe it is where we are standing now. Hundreds of people may have died. What we have experienced If there are more, naturally there will be more weirdness.”

Yang Jian investigated the situation mainly to reassure Li Yang and others.

In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if a ghost suddenly appeared at the bedside of the room one day.

"Yang Jian, the letter has appeared."

Suddenly, at this time, Wang Shan, who was following from the first floor, noticed something and shouted suddenly.

"Letter? Where is it?" Yang Jian immediately strode over.

He had already searched in the room before, but no letter appeared. He thought that after tearing up the letter yesterday, it was not yet time to deliver the letter, and he had entered a safe period, so he thought about waiting for other messengers on the third floor to appear before he could think of a solution.

Wang Shan pointed to the middle of the patio on the third floor.

There was actually a mailbox there, with a letter inserted in it.

"It's a yellow envelope. This is a normal letter." Yang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

She was afraid that another red letter would appear, and Yang Jian would tear it up again.

"Do all the letters on the third floor appear in this mailbox?" Yang Jian hesitated.

This is different from the previous situation.

No matter what, he decided to take down the letter and read it first.

According to the previous situation, once the messenger comes into contact with the letter, it means that he has taken over the task of delivering the letter. However, due to the special circumstances of the previous two red letters, Yang Jian brought many people up to the third floor, but none of them The letter is delivered normally, step by step, so no one knows whether it will have any impact on the follow-up.

"The letter in the mailbox does not belong to you. If you are in such a hurry to deliver the letter, you will die soon. There should be a safe period of three months just after you come up from the second floor. How about spending these three months well?"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded.

The door to room No. 34 opened at some point.

A slightly decadent man in a cotton-padded jacket held a cigarette in his mouth and picked up a lighter to light a fire.

"The messenger on the third floor?"

Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, Cai Yu and others all looked around with patrolling sounds.

They thought there was no one on this floor, but they didn't expect that a messenger had already checked into room 34.

"No. 34 is also suspicious. The sound of that high-heeled shoe may have entered it." Li Yang immediately lowered his voice and said next to Yang Jian.

"It's nice to meet a new friend. My name is Li Yi, the messenger on the third floor."

This decadent man seemed to be more polite. He introduced himself and showed no hostility.

In fact, strictly speaking, there is no conflict between the couriers. It is just that there were a large number of couriers on the second floor. In addition, the couriers were very aggressive and repelled each other, so there was a fight to seize the room.

But this problem does not exist on the third floor.

The rooms on the third floor seem to be able to accommodate unlimited couriers, which directly solves the problem of couriers' accommodation.

Without the existential conflict, the courier's temper and personality seem to have improved greatly.

"I didn't seem to see you last night." Yang Jian came over and asked.

"I just came here. I heard some noise outside, so I came out to take a look."

Li Yi smoked a cigarette and said melancholy: "It's boring outside the post office, so I came in and sat."

"Come in and sit down? You can come in here anytime and anywhere? You don't need to wait for the time to deliver the letter?" Yang Jian noticed a message.

Li Yi smiled and said: "The messenger on the third floor has the privilege of entering and exiting the ghost post office at any time, even when he is not delivering letters. It's just that most people are unwilling to do so, so this place seems empty."

"How to use this privilege?" Yang Jian asked.

"stationery."

Li Yi said and took out a piece of dirty, old and blackened paper: "Burn part of this thing, and the road to the post office will appear. After entering the post office, if you want to go out and burn some more, the stairs to go out will appear. But only the person who burned the letter can come in and out, no one else can, even if you are in the same room."

"Letter? Where did it come from?" Yang Jian asked again.

Li Yi smiled: "It's okay if you want me to tell you, but you also have to tell me what happened downstairs and why there were so many people going upstairs together, six in total."

"I tore up a red letter downstairs, and then the stairs appeared." Yang Jian didn't mind this kind of exchange of information.

Red letter?

The messenger named Li Yi was stunned when he heard this.

Then he quickly shook his head and said: "No, this is impossible. The red letter is the most difficult letter in the post office. It can almost destroy the messengers on the first floor. Only if there is an abnormality in the post office, or for some special reason, the red letter Only then did you show up. Not only did you not send the red letter, you also tore it into pieces. Are you kidding me?"

He is not a newcomer. He has already experienced a lot as a messenger on the third floor, and he knows a little bit about red letters.

"That's the truth, believe it or not." Yang Jian just told the truth and didn't lie.

"What he said is true. I saw it with my own eyes, and the ghosts brought by the red letter invaded the second floor. There were originally more than a dozen messengers on the second floor, but just yesterday almost all of them died, and we were the only ones left. A few." Yang Xiaohua said seriously.

"It's unbelievable. I've only heard of the red letter but haven't seen it. It seems that there is something among you that is beyond the control of the post office."

Li Yi glanced at Yang Jian slightly solemnly.

I should have read it correctly just now.

This man's eyes were always glowing with a faint red light, and the pupils didn't even look like they were from a living person.

Those were traces of being invaded by evil spirits.

Those who are still alive after being invaded by evil spirits have probably stolen some of the evil ghosts' abilities.

Such a guy slipped in among the couriers on the second floor, and the appearance of the red letter seemed to be able to be explained.

"You haven't told me where the letter came from." Yang Jian asked.

Li Yi retracted his thoughts and suddenly smiled and said: "It's easy. You should be able to pick it up when you come out of your room at night and walk around outside. However, this requires a bit of risk. After all, there are ghosts wandering around the post office at night. If you don’t believe it, you’ll be dead if you encounter it.”

"What? Did you pick this up when you went out at night?" Liu Mingxin's face changed with fear.

"Otherwise, what do you think? If you use this thing well, it can save your life at critical moments. If you light the letter paper, you can quickly escape from the supernatural incident after the road to the post office appears. Many messengers on the third floor will take the risk to pick it up at night, and some people If you're lucky, you'll pick up more, and I'm willing to sell some of them."

"Do you need it? I can sell it to you cheaper, one hundred thousand, which is already the cost price." Li Yi said.

"How many do you have?" Yang Jian asked.

Li Yi took out a stack from nowhere: "A lot."

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Yang Jian felt that he had been deceived. There were at least dozens or hundreds of sheets in such a thick stack. How did this person get it?

Unless this thing is easy to get and very worthless, this person deliberately made it look rare.

"Don't think that this thing is easy to get. You have to bear the risk. Of course, if you have the guts to open the door after turning off the lights at night and pick up this letter, just pretend that I didn't say anything."

Li Yi seemed to have guessed what Yang Jian was thinking and immediately explained.

"Isn't this thing on the second floor, not on the first floor?" Yang Jian asked.

Li Yi said; "Yes, it's just that people on the first and second floors dare not go out at night, and they die faster. They don't know how to use the letter paper after they find it. Even if they know how to use it, this kind of information will not be leaked casually." Well, the messengers on the third floor live longer, and a lot of information is public. I was informed by others when I first came to the third floor."

"I see." Yang Jian's previous guess was correct.

The courier on the third floor knows more about the ghost post office.

Yang Jian said: "Put your stationery business aside for now. Since you have been on the third floor for so long, do you know how to get upstairs as quickly as possible? I don't want to stay on the third floor for a long time. We need to go to the fourth floor, no, it’s better to go to the fifth floor.”

"Are you desperate to escape the curse of the post office?"

Li Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's best to calm down. The messenger's task is not that simple. Your anxious mentality can easily cause trouble."

"This is my business. If you don't know, just tell me. If you know, I can add more money." Yang Jian said.

Li Yi's expression changed: "How much more?"

"Make a price." Yang Jian said.

"How about one million?" Li Yi said.

After all, they don't look like rich people. Everyone is very ordinary. One million is already very expensive. Maybe they have to sell their cars or houses.

"Okay, I'll give you three million, and you give me twenty pieces of letter paper." Yang Jian said.

"That's sloppy." Li Yi cursed in his heart.

This man is really rich.