Mysterious recovery

At this moment, the man who ran the substitute driver's face turned grim: "I have worked so hard to live, why do you want me to have no peace, why..."

He is extraordinarily fierce.

The street lights of the whole road flickered, one bright and one dark.

"If you don't want me to live a good life, I will let you die a bad life. If I don't earn 200 yuan, I will treat it as buying your life."

The haggardness on his face was no longer there, revealing the ashes of a corpse.

The man acting as a surrogate driver rode an electric car and turned around. He seemed to be going to a place, to pick up some things, and to pick up the identity of the messenger again.

There are many more things like this.

Most of the messengers on the fifth floor are ordinary people hiding in the city.

This was an agreement they had made at the beginning.

The messenger's identity cannot be revealed, nor can he use supernatural powers, otherwise it is very likely that he will no longer be able to live a normal life.

Compared with the horror experience when delivering the letter, they are happy to abide by this agreement and forget their identity as messengers.

Even if supernatural events have occurred in the city, it has nothing to do with them. They just want to live, live well, and live as normal people.

This is a very low requirement, but it is also a courier's luxury.

So they cherish this kind of life extraordinarily, and work extraordinarily hard.

However, the appearance of Yang Jian made the fifth floor of the post office work again, and the artificial balance was broken.

He suddenly became the target of criticism.

There is no right or wrong, good or bad.

If the courier on the fifth floor does not want to continue the task of delivering the letter, he has only one choice, kill Yang Jian, and then send the black letter back to room 502.

All messengers are on the move.

And they are all putting down what they are doing, getting ready, and rushing to the post office.

All this, Yang Jian didn't know, after all, he was only on the fifth floor for the first time, and he didn't know how deep the water on the fifth floor was.

Time passed slowly.

But it was hours before the lights at the post office turned on at six.

However, some couriers could not bear to take the road to the post office.

It's been too long.

The night is long and the dream is full. The person who took the black letter is in the post office at this moment. This is a good opportunity. Even if there is danger in the post office after the lights are turned off, the danger is not completely insurmountable for the messenger on the fifth floor.

"Boom, boom boom!"

A series of hurried and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.

The stairs lead directly from the first floor to the fifth floor, and cannot go to other floors.

A messenger from the fifth floor appeared.

It was a wide and fat man, about 50 years old, wearing an apron at work, with a fishy smell on his body, he seemed to be a fish peddler, and he seemed to work overtime at night, because the apron on his apron Only fresh blood remains, and it has not dried up.

His name is Zhao Feng.

When he was young, he was a mature and attractive handsome guy, but now the years are making people old, and now he is just an ordinary fish seller.

But at the time of delivering the letter, the former messenger gave him a nickname.

Ecstasy.

The nickname sounds a bit secondary, but I would not have such an idea more than ten years ago.

On the contrary, this nickname means strength and a kind of recognition between messengers.

"Kill this rookie, and there's still time to go back and slaughter the rest of the fish. It's not the first time I've done something like this, and it will be over soon." Zhao Feng's fat face was expressionless, and a fish appeared in his hand. A rusty hook.

Like the hooks used to hang corpses in slaughterhouses.

Chapter 996 Meeting on the Stairs

Darkness enveloped the post office, and the entire building was silent.

It is said that all kinds of strange things will happen after the lights of the post office are turned off at six o'clock. It is best for the courier staying in the post office not to go out at night, otherwise, he may disappear inexplicably and never be found again.

But the dangers lurking in the darkness don't scare everyone off.

Yang Jian was exploring in the dark, trying to dig out more information and secrets about the ghost post office. He knew that there might be ghosts wandering in the post office at night, but he believed that he could deal with the danger.

"The stairway door on the fifth floor of the post office seems to be open at night."

An old split wooden door was half closed.

After Yang Jian opened it, a staircase leading to the bottom appeared in front of his eyes. It seemed that he could go back to the lobby on the first floor of the post office along this staircase.

He thought about it and decided to go down and have a look.

The old wooden stairs creaked in the dark, as if they were going to collapse at any time due to disrepair.

The surroundings were shrouded in black haze like thick fog, and it was impossible to see the situation downstairs. Even the sight of ghost eyes was blocked, and the distance they could see was very limited.

When Yang Jian finished walking up a section of stairs, he suddenly stopped.

He heard a voice.

A sound of footsteps going upstairs, although the footsteps seem to be far away from him, there is no doubt that the footsteps really exist.

"There seems to be something going up the stairs downstairs." Yang Jian frowned at this moment: "Is it a ghost?"

The first reaction in his mind was that he encountered a ghost.

Because it is the time when the lights of the post office are turned off, it is basically impossible for living people to enter and leave the post office during this time period. Only ghosts will wander after the lights are turned off.

"The footsteps also stopped?"

Then Yang Jian didn't hear the footsteps again, and seemed to stop on a certain step below.

Across the darkness like haze, the source of the footsteps could not be determined.

But at the same time.

Zhao Feng, who was walking from downstairs to upstairs along the stairs, also stopped.

His slightly fat face showed a bit of solemnity and vigilance. When he looked up, he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly, so he could only move forward by touching the handrail.

"You can't hear me wrong. There was a sound of footsteps coming down the stairs just now. My luck can't be so bad. When I first came to the post office, I bumped into the ghost in the post office? And I met it on the stairs. Sure enough, turn off the lights at night It was not a good decision to come to the post office, I should have waited until dawn at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhao Feng hesitated.

He didn't want to conflict with the ghosts in the post office, that would be meaningless, and the ghosts in the post office were also quite dangerous, if he didn't deal with it well, he might die here.

"You shouldn't be in a hurry to kill the newcomer who went to the fifth floor. Although the black letter has appeared, the task of delivering the letter will at least be sent out tomorrow, and you can do it then."

Zhao Feng didn't really want to face the ghost on the stairs, and wanted to retreat temporarily.

However, just when his idea just appeared.

The footsteps above the stairs reappeared. It seemed that the owner of the footsteps continued to walk down after a short pause, and judging from the frequency of the sound, the footsteps did not slow down, but had a vague tendency to speed up.

"It seems to be coming towards me." Zhao Feng immediately dismissed the idea of ​​turning around and leaving.

He knew very well that if the ghost really targeted him, it would be pointless to turn around and leave. The ghost would follow until the attack was over.

"I have no choice but to deal with the coming ghost first." Zhao Feng was ready, staring at the front.

He couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he was judging the distance between each other by the position of the footsteps.

Yang Jian went down the stairs, although he hesitated briefly, he didn't hesitate for too long, because he was confident to deal with the coming ghost.

Ghost eyes peep.

Although the distance he can see is limited, at least he can see clearly ahead.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian's complexion changed slightly, he didn't know if he was delusional, he actually saw a man on the stairs, a slightly obese man wearing an apron, about 50 years old, this man's face was dignified, Slightly raised his head and looked towards this side with sharp eyes.

It seems to be wary of himself.

"Why are there still people alive in the post office at this time? Is it a messenger? But this is the stairs leading to the fifth floor. There is no way for ordinary messengers to appear on this staircase."

"He stopped still, as if he was wary of me? No, no, it's night, he can't see me, he should only hear my footsteps like I did before, so he must think I'm a ghost now, I felt like I was going to meet him, so I prepared myself for it."

"What is the purpose of the messenger on the fifth floor coming to the post office at night? It is impossible to deliver the letter at night. Could it be that he came to the post office to rest in advance? No, the situation on the fifth floor is so complicated, it is basically impossible for the messenger to still be fine. Run to the post office at night."

Yang Jian saw Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng did not see Yang Jian.

So Yang Jian was observing and thinking, and immediately analyzed some situations in his mind.

He felt that the appearance of this person should have something to do with the black letter in his hand. Lao Li in room 502 said that once the black letter left that room, the delivery mission on the fifth floor of the post office would continue.

Once the task of delivering the letter appears, the courier on the fifth floor of the post office must be able to receive the signal.

"Nine times out of ten, this person realized that there was a problem on the fifth floor of the post office, so he came to investigate the situation immediately. In other words, he came for me."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and immediately got ready.

After thinking clearly, he knew what he should do.

"The footsteps stopped again, and they didn't seem to be far away from me." Zhao Feng remained motionless in the darkness, calm and composed.

When facing fierce ghosts, the more chaotic you are, the higher the probability of being targeted by ghosts.

It's the safest thing for him to do nothing, standing where he is.

"It's not right. If it's really a ghost, the footsteps should be walking down the stairs all the time. It's impossible to walk and stop."

Although Zhao Feng hasn't been exposed to supernatural events for a long time, his previous experience is still there.

"What if the footsteps are not ghosts, but people?"

A guess appeared in his mind.

Then Zhao Feng realized something and was shocked.

"not good."

Zhao Feng immediately took out a white bone from his pocket, which looked like a human rib, but only a small half was left. He slammed the whole bone on the handrail of the stairs next to him.

Like striking a match, this white bone was suddenly ignited.

The gloomy blue fire burst out, like the phosphorous fire between the tombs, it floated in mid-air for a short time, although there was no burning object, it couldn't be extinguished in a short time.

The phosphorous fire emanating from this bone quickly dispelled the surrounding darkness.

all of a sudden.

Everything around me can be seen clearly, and the light is even better than when the lights are on during the day.

next moment.

Zhao Feng suddenly saw a person standing on the stairs looking down at him condescendingly. This person was very young, about twenty, with indifferent and sharp eyes, and the most impressive thing was that this person had a red scarf on his forehead. His eyeballs were rolling, very restless.

"This person should be the newcomer who went to the fifth floor to take the black letter."

The moment he saw Yang Jian, Zhao Feng made a subconscious judgment.

I have to say that this kind of judgment is very accurate. He does have a strong adaptability, which is much stronger than the messengers Yang Jian has come into contact with before.

"My name is Zhao Feng, the messenger on the fifth floor. I have to return to the fifth floor because of something. I didn't expect to meet other messengers here. I haven't seen you on the fifth floor before. You should be a newcomer on the fourth floor. It is not a good habit to wander around the post office at night, and you will be in danger if you are not careful."

Zhao Feng looked indifferent, neither showing hostility nor pretending to like him.

For people like them, an attitude that is too good or too bad will arouse hostility from others, and neither cold nor indifferent is the best way to greet them when they meet for the first time.

Now that you have lost the opportunity to take the lead, then take it step by step, observe and observe first.

At least understand the situation of the other party first.

Chapter 997 Obtaining the Memories of the Messenger on the Fifth Floor

Yang Jian and Zhao Feng, the old messenger on the fifth floor, met on the stairs.

The gloomy phosphorous sparks floated in mid-air, seemingly few in number, but they actually dispelled the surrounding darkness and completely illuminated the surrounding area. It was a bit similar to Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisps, but this phosphorous fire was obviously a one-off A supernatural item, because the source of this phosphorus fire is the white rib in Zhao Feng's hand.

And the white ribs are not much left, it seems that every time it is used, a part will be consumed.