Mysterious recovery

Several other people were also breaking out in cold sweat, feeling inexplicably grateful in their hearts.

Fortunately, I chose the right one, otherwise I would be killed instantly like this person.

"I don't have much patience now. I will follow this procedure in the future. Wait for another hour to see if there are any other messengers. If not, I will proceed to the next step." Yang Jian said.

next move?

Listening to this means, is there going to be some action against the post office?

Whether it was Zhou Ze, Zhong Yan, or the bald old man named Long Ge, they all understood that the captain named Yang Jian didn't intend to deliver the letter, and he also refused other messengers to deliver the letter.

This is to gather all the couriers together and fight with the post office.

But how to fight it?

this is a problem.

No one dares to ask now, the corpses on the ground have already shown that the captain indeed has the ability to decide the death of anyone, the messenger named Lu Sheng is definitely not an existence that can be easily killed when he comes to the fifth floor, the reason why he died So simple, so smooth, that's just one point.

This Yang Jian's strength is much higher than theirs, a lot.

Time passed little by little.

The number of people who came to the fifth floor has basically become less and less.

After that Lu Sheng died, no courier came to the post office for half an hour, as if all the couriers on the fifth floor of the post office were here.

"Is everyone on the fifth floor already here?" Li Yang asked, looking at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong immediately said: "No, absolutely not. At least in my impression, there are still a few key figures who have not appeared. Those people are messengers earlier than me."

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The courier on the fifth floor still slipped through the net. From Wang Yong's mouth, I learned that there is a courier with more seniority than him.

You must know that he is also the fifth-floor courier who sent two letters, and his seniority is already very old. The older courier he said refers to the group of people who arrived on the fifth floor before him.

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

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

The others also nodded and thought it was right.

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

Even if some old messenger is still alive, if he dares to take the lead, he will only end up being nailed to the ground like that 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 hurry, let this matter go for a while, I still have one thing to confirm, I want to know who of you has seen Sun Rui who stayed in the lobby on the first floor? He is missing, I want to find him, In life one must see people, in death one must see corpses."

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

Li Yangdao: "Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City. At the beginning, Sun Rui, the captain and I broke into this place together to solve the ghost post office. However, Sun Rui chose to stay in the lobby on the first floor and cut off the messengers 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 arrived at the post office yesterday, Sun Rui had mysteriously disappeared."

"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 is probably trying to kill all the messengers on the first floor and cut off the supply of newcomers, 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 turned out that there was another meaning behind Yang Jian's killing of the messenger before.

This is indeed a method. If there is nothing that can be done with the ghost post office, then it is also feasible to eliminate all the messengers.

If no one delivers letters, the curse of the ghost post office will not be able to spread, and this place will naturally be permanently closed.

"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 even know about Sun Rui's existence. 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 went to the post office three days ago and met Sun Rui. At that time, there was a little conflict between us, and we almost fought, but that was a few days ago. It’s over, now that Sun Rui is missing, I don’t have any 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 quite 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, just a brief meeting on the first floor. There were very few things that happened, and the clues she could pay attention to were limited. However, as a messenger on the fifth floor, she observed the surrounding details. is a must-have skill.

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

Some unimportant things are excluded, and she tries to leave some things worth caring about.

"Sun Rui is sitting in front of the counter, and there is an oil lamp on top of the counter..." Zhong Yan said: "He has a very bad complexion, he is wearing a cane, and he has a special gun in his hand."

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

Zhong Yan continued to think, and then said: "Other than that, there seems to be nothing suspicious that deserves attention, but when I went upstairs, I looked back at him, and there was an oil painting 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, I have a little impression." Zhong Yan said.

"It's quite normal to have oil paintings in the post office. Whether it's on the fifth floor or in the lobby on the first floor, the exact source of this thing is still unknown. I only know that every once in a while, there will always be oil paintings in the ghost post office. Inexplicably, there are a few more oil paintings that I haven't seen before." Wang Yong said.

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

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

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

Because only these two places hang oil paintings, 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 the black letter is on his body, the mission of delivering the letter will not start as long as it does not leave the range of the post office, so it is not in the way for the time being.

Seeing this, the others followed suit.

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

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

The first floor of the post office has not changed much, it is still the same as before, the lights above the head are still yellow and dim, and the colorful neon lights outside the gate are flickering, full of a backward style.

Yang Jian came to the counter where Sun Rui was before, and his ghostly eyes looked around, especially the oil paintings on the wall.

There are some portraits of people on the oil painting, there are men and women, old people and children, all of them have the same style of painting, dark and strange, obviously it was done by one person.

He looked next to the counter again, and there were no other fallen oil paintings.

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

This is the only one among the messengers 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 the oil painting I saw three days ago in my mind, 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 sits 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 it was impossible to see the outside through the windows.

The painting style is relatively depressing, and it makes people feel very uncomfortable after watching it for a long time.

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

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

He walked over and climbed up to the next counter, then stood on tiptoe, just in time to touch the painting hanging on the wall.

But the oil painting remained motionless as if embedded in the wall.

"There is a problem with this painting." Zhou Ze said immediately.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes peeped, his ghost eyes were not affected or suppressed, he didn't have the same feeling when he faced the ghost painting, but this time he saw the one sitting by the window in the oil painting At this time, the old man blinked his eyes strangely, and seemed to glance towards this side intentionally or unintentionally.

"The people in the oil painting moved."

"Yes, I blinked my eyes just now, and meant to turn my head around, but stopped again."

The messengers are not bad at observation, and they all paid attention to this detail.

"It doesn't seem to be any different from those oil paintings on the fifth floor." Wang Yong pondered: "But logically speaking, it's impossible not to take it down, unless someone messes up."

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

As if to confirm his words, the person in the painting stood up strangely, then turned around and faced the front.

this moment.

The portrait hanging on the wall actually loosened and fell off.

Zhou Ze's face was solemn, he hurriedly took it off and put it on the counter, and then quickly moved a little distance away.

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

Zhong Yan said: "I only know that Sun Rui was indeed studying this painting three days ago, but I'm not sure if it has something to do with the disappearance. After all, three days have passed, and anything can happen during this period."

Yang Jian didn't speak, but stretched out that ghostly hand to touch the surface of the oil painting.

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

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

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 very likely to be a ghost, if Yang Jian can reach into the oil painting, then Sun Rui should be able to, so with this association, Sun Rui may disappear into the oil painting .

"Be 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, shrouded in a black shadow, his facial features became slightly blurred, and instantly became strange and vicious, like a hidden ghost revealed true face.

next moment.

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

The ghost hand has the ability to suppress a ghost.

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

The ghost under Yang Jian's feet swayed, with amazing strength, coupled with the suppressing force of the ghost's hand, it actually dragged the old man in the oil painting, and the old man who was retreating kept getting closer to the oil painting.

The area occupied by the characters is getting bigger and bigger, as if the old man is about to be dragged out abruptly.

"That's okay too?"

Others couldn't help but twitch their eyelids when they saw this, seeing that this trend seemed to pull the ghost out of the oil painting alive.

Yang Jian suffered a loss when he was on the fifth floor before and lost a hand, so naturally he won't suffer again this time.

Once you have experience, you will be prepared, so this time I used ghost hands.

But it looked like it was going to succeed.

The old man in the oil painting actually moved again. He stretched out a hand to a place outside the oil painting, and when he retracted it, there was an extra axe. The ax was used for chopping firewood in the countryside. The handle of the ax is black, forming a clear contrast in color, which is particularly eye-catching.

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

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

He reached out and nailed the spear to the ground forcefully, and let go, discarding the supernatural weapon, and then giving up pulling, and even took the initiative to stick it on the oil painting.

One approached the oil painting.

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

"Too reckless."

The courier named Zhou Ze suppressed his voice and said: "None of the couriers on the fifth floor dared to enter the oil painting. How could he dare... I heard that it is easy to get lost after entering, and you can't find the exit to come back. In the end, you are trapped alive. die in it."

But it is too late to say all this.

Yang Jian has been submerged in the oil painting, he disappeared before his eyes, but Yang Jian's figure appeared in the oil painting.