Mysterious recovery

The previous courier may have luck, brains, and ability, but his strength is a little weaker, so he can only die here with great regret.

"By the way, do you know a woman named Yinzi?" Yang Jian asked suddenly.

"There is such a person, she also entered this Room 502, I am very impressed." Lao Li was silent for a while, as if recalling the past.

Yang Jian looked at the broken corpses all over the floor: "Is she dead?"

The woman with the pseudonym Yinzi is the default captain of the headquarters. She has a mysterious identity. It is suspected that she was a messenger of the post office a long time ago, but now she is missing. No one knows that she is here. Only Zhou Deng on the ghost bus saw her before she disappeared. Pass.

"No, she didn't die. She was the only one who escaped from this room without taking the black letter. After that, I never saw her again. She didn't appear on the fifth floor of the post office." Li Dao.

"That's it..." Yang Jian frowned.

From the meaning of Lao Li's words, it is not difficult to judge that the captain named Yinzi before him also entered Room 502 and tried to take away the black letter. Although he failed in the end, he survived successfully. And then disappear?

Old Li said again: "Maybe other messengers know her whereabouts. I have been trapped here for a long time and cannot get out, so I don't know much information. Now you should go. It will only be more dangerous if you continue to stay."

now.

Supernatural phenomena frequently appeared in this room, and the ghosts were recovering. This place has become very dangerous, and it is not suitable for anyone to stay.

Yang Jian had risked his stay for a long time in order to ask for more information.

This is the second time Lao Li has urged.

"I see, I will deal with the matter of the black letter." Yang Jian didn't say any more, he turned and left.

Lao Li stood in the middle of the living room, like a ghost isolated from the world, trapped here and unable to break free, unable to get free, his emotions have been wiped out, and persistence until now is nothing more than a belief.

Being able to come to the fifth floor, and being willing to sacrifice to leave this black letter at the beginning must also have a concept that he had to insist on.

This is by no means comprehensible to ordinary people.

Just like Sun Rui, as the person in charge of Dahan City, he has extraordinary status and status, and can enjoy life to the fullest, but he bet his life on the first floor of the post office just to get rid of the ghost post office.

After all, some things have to be done.

And this old Li, Sun Rui, is such a person.

Yang Jian returned to the lobby on the fifth floor of the post office.

The pairs of eyes in the oil paintings were staring at him again, some of them still exuded malice, while others looked at him strangely... All the people in these oil paintings had successfully escaped the existence of the post office.

Is the top messenger.

If the person in the oil painting is still alive, it must be an incredible ghost master.

"Are these eyes longing for resurrection?"

Yang Jian turned his ghostly eyes and stared at the portrait that was suspected to be his father: "If the three letters on the fifth floor can really revive a person in the oil painting, do you want to revive too?"

The eyes of the man in the oil painting turned, as if he was looking at Yang Jian.

The people in the painting and the people outside the painting are [-]% similar, which is enough to prove that the relationship between them is extraordinary.

"If I use a chance on the resurrected people, it means that my trip to the fifth floor of the post office was wasted, and then I have to go back to the first floor of the post office and start again... It's not worth it, but if I miss it If I die, maybe I will never have the chance to resurrect my father in my life."

Yang Jian thought to himself.

He didn't have much affection for his dead father, even if he had, it's been almost obliterated in the past year of becoming a ghost master, and what's left of him is nothing more than an obsession, wanting to get a good result.

In the end, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze in a complicated mood.

He never looked at the portrait again.

This is not the time to think about these things, tonight is not over yet, he should take this opportunity to continue to investigate the fifth floor of the post office.

"Before, Lao Li said that there was a glass bottle containing corpse fragments in one of the oil paintings, and another in room 501, but there should be ghosts in room 501, and I don't want to provoke another ghost today. Let's see if we can find the glass bottle in the oil painting."

Yang Jian was looking at the oil painting again, looking for some useful clues.

Finally, he found it.

A humble oil painting.

The oil painting hung in the corner of the wall, covered with dust, and had been abandoned there for a long time, but there was nothing in the oil painting, only a room with all kinds of strange things in it.

There are vases with withered flowers, old tables, broken puppets, and windows that have been boarded up... And on the floor of this old room, a glass bottle with a dead man's arm left there .

Yang Jian walked over, and he took down the oil painting without saying a word.

He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting.

A strange thing happened, his hand was disappearing, and at the same time a palm appeared on the oil painting.

"It turns out that these oil paintings are all spiritual spaces, and you can enter them, just like the ghost paintings back then."

He took his hand back, because he didn't plan to enter the oil painting at this time, as long as he found the oil painting, it would be fine to get the glass bottle when it was safe to go down.

However, just as he withdrew his hand, the scene in the oil painting suddenly changed.

A terrible black shadow appeared at the edge of the painting, and that shadow seemed to be entering the dilapidated room like a figure.

Then Yang Jian suddenly felt something strange in the palm that went in, as if a person suddenly grabbed him inside.

Yes.

That's right, Yang Jian saw that half of the black figure in the oil painting stretched out a fuzzy black hand to cover the position of his palm.

At the same time, his body was being pulled into the oil painting little by little.

No, it's not that the body is being pulled, but the oil painting is actively pasting, as if trying to swallow itself.

"There are also ghosts in this painting?"

Yang Jian's face darkened, and he gave up this arm without too much hesitation, so as not to have more dreams in the night.

The ghost's ability to stitch together corpses allowed him to break free easily. One arm was left in the oil painting, and then was taken away by the fuzzy black silhouette.

He uses the ability to deceive ghosts.

The new arm appeared again.

"Next time, to be on the safe side, you should use ghost hands." Yang Jian thought to himself.

He was holding the spear in his ghostly hand just now, worried that there would be accidents in the hall on the fifth floor, so he used his ordinary palm to test the oil painting.

Unexpectedly, there was no accident in the hall, but danger appeared in the oil painting.

"Every painting here should not be underestimated, maybe there are unknown ghosts hidden." Yang Jian saw the location of the glass bottle.

In the innermost part of that dilapidated room.

This means that he can't touch it with his hands, and he has to venture into it if he wants to get it.

The ghost in the oil painting seemed to have no way to get out of the oil painting. After Yang Jian's arm was taken away, the blurred figure disappeared again, and the oil painting returned to its previous appearance again.

no way.

Yang Jian could only take it back to room 507 first.

"Li Yang, open the door." He came to the door of the room.

"Captain?" Li Yang cautiously opened a crack in the door, even getting ready to do it.

He was convinced when he saw Yang Jian's ghost eyes and the supernatural weapon in his hand.

Even though a ghost could pretend to be Yang Jian, it couldn't pretend to be a hatchet or a coffin nail.

"Did anything happen before? Your expression is very wrong." Yang Jian asked.

Li Yang suppressed his voice and said: "Captain, you come in first, there are ghosts wandering outside, before a ghost used your voice to ask me to open the door, almost entered the room, but luckily I repelled it."

He holds a blood-stained gavel in one hand, which can briefly repel ghosts.

Although it seems to have little effect, it can actually save lives at critical times.

"Is there such a thing? There is also a ghost pretending to be me and trying to invade the room? Why haven't I seen a ghost before?" Yang Jian stood outside the door, and he glanced back again.

There was nothing in the sight of ghost eyes.

"Forget it, all kinds of strange things can happen in this ghost place. The fifth floor of the post office has already convinced that ghosts exist on this floor. You can only be more careful. You put this painting away first, and I decided to continue. Go check out the situation." Yang Jian handed the oil painting to Li Yang and didn't go in.

It's okay for him to go to the room, it's better to stay outside.

"Did you have any clues just now?" Li Yang took the oil painting and asked.

"It's not bad. I contacted the person in room 502 and got some important information, but the secrets on the fifth floor don't stop there." Yang Jian roughly talked about the situation on the fifth floor.

After hearing this, Li Yang felt incredible.

I didn't expect such a thing to happen on the fifth floor of the post office.

The former courier actually found a way to get rid of the curse of the post office without delivering letters, and made the couriers who entered the fifth floor of the post office no longer need to deliver letters.

It seems that there are quite a lot of talents among the messengers on the fifth floor.

"It's a pity that their cognition was flawed at the time. Although the method was very useful, it had more side effects. It's just that the messengers didn't realize it before. The loss of control of the post office now has something to do with it," Yang Jian said.

"Okay, that's about it, I'm leaving."

He left some messages, then turned and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

With the black letter completely leaving Room 502.

A curse that had been suppressed in the post office for at least a decade began to emerge.

Everywhere.

A series of strange roads leading to the post office began to appear, and each of these roads represented the existence of a messenger from the fifth floor.

And long-term accumulation.

There are more messengers on the fifth floor than expected.

In the past, the messengers on the fourth floor and the third floor rumored that there was a problem on the fifth floor, and it was suspected that everyone died. Now it seems that this is wrong.

The messenger on the fifth floor didn't die, but because he didn't need to deliver letters anymore, he left the post office and lived in cities all over the country, hiding his identity. That's why the fifth floor had the illusion of people going to the empty building.

The messenger who entered the fifth floor later couldn't see other people and found that there were ghosts in the room on the fifth floor. Naturally, he thought that there was something wrong with the fifth floor and everyone died.

"The operation of the post office has started again, and the black letter was actually picked up by the new courier. Sure enough, the most worrying thing happened before. I haven't paid attention to the post office for a long time. I thought it would be calm forever. It seems that the courier There is still no way to change your fate." In an ordinary residential building.

A man in his 40s stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette in his pajamas, frowning deeply.

"Dad, Mom told you not to smoke on the balcony and go back to sleep." At this time, a cute child about ten years old ran over and held the man's hand.

"Go and tell mom, I'll go to bed after I finish smoking this cigarette." The middle-aged man rubbed his forehead that was a little bit bald, then recovered his senses and said with a smile.

"Don't lie."

The cute kid ran away immediately again.

The middle-aged man flicked his fingers, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, and then his face became gloomy: "No matter who it is, the person who moved the black letter, good or bad, should be killed. The curse of the messenger is over. It shouldn't be Go on."

At this moment, he made up his mind, then turned and returned to the house.

The lights flicker.

"Honey, I'm going out for a while." The middle-aged man walked out the door in pajamas and slippers.

And in another city.

"What? A driver's fee of 200 yuan, ok, ok, I'll come right away." A man who was running around for a living, ran a surrogate driver late at night.

He is in his late forties, but life makes him look extraordinarily haggard.

But this man didn't cry tired, he was still working hard.

However, when the man put down the phone in his hand and was about to set off on his electric bike, he suddenly saw a strange path appearing in front of him.

end of the road.

A building from the period of the Republic of China looms.

"The mission of the post office has begun?" The man acting as a substitute driver was stunned for a moment, and a horrible experience that had been dusty for many years gradually emerged in his mind.

"Why at this time, at least let me finish this order."

He still wanted to earn the 200 yuan.

"No, no, I'm the messenger on the fifth floor. Didn't the messenger on the fifth floor stop delivering letters a long time ago?"

He remembered again, after that incident, the courier on the fifth floor finished his delivery mission, went his separate ways, and never saw each other again.

"Could it be that someone took the black letter?"

Some details were recalled by him.