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Chapter 907 Unusual Voice (asking for subscription, asking for collection, asking for monthly ticket, asking for recommendation ticket)

The touch of the black letter caused the couriers on the fifth floor of the post office to continue to face a fact that they were unwilling to admit and believe.

That is, after many years, the fifth floor of the post office ushered in a newcomer again, and that newcomer was extraordinary. He had already got the letter and wanted the post office to resume normal operation again.

This is something they absolutely cannot tolerate.

Once the post office is restored, these couriers must be the first to be liquidated.

So at this moment, the messengers are connecting with each other and gathering, preparing to deal with the newcomer and restore their peaceful life again.

As for the other half, Yang Jian and Su Yuan finally found the source of the abnormal changes in the room while they dealt with the ghosts in the room.

It was in the bedroom of the room. There was something similar to a god. There were two small red lights on the left and right sides. It was scarlet and weird. In the middle was enshrined a kneeling and sitting villain. The villain was wearing clothes , eyes closed, as if asleep.

Looking at this weird thing, Yang Jian thought for a while, and then said: "I seem to have seen a similar arrangement before. When I went to Dachuan City to deliver a letter last time, there was also a god in that room, but on the god is Empty, no idols to worship."

Su Yuan nodded and walked over.

It took some time to deal with the ghosts in the room just now. After all, some ghosts are special enough that they are not easy to deal with. He picked up this villain and looked at it, but found that it was neither a statue nor a wood carving. It was a skinny, shriveled corpse that had undergone special treatment.

It was as if an unfinished ghost baby was made into such a statue by some supernatural means.

And there is actually a photo under the kneeling little figure, the photo is seriously faded, it has been a few years, but it can be vaguely recognized, the content of the photo seems to be Room 502.

Moreover, the architectural layout in the photo is distorting and changing, like a movie screen, the picture is active.

It's just that as the photo was pulled away, the anomaly in the room soon ended, and the exit door appeared again, unlike before, disturbed by supernatural power.

Then, the lights in the living room flickered.

The yellow lights came on again.

The man from before appeared again, and he still stood expressionlessly in the living room, like a cold corpse.

"You are really good. I didn't see the wrong person."

Su Yuan just glanced at that person, ignored him, and tore up the photo, which is the safest way, while Yang Jian glanced at him: "You have something to hide from us, this room is not just a simple The haunted room above, but a man-made supernatural place, its purpose is to trap you here, no, to be precise, it should leave this black letter here."

"What does this mean? I think you should know."

The man was not surprised by this, and said calmly: "This is a test in itself. If you can't solve it, you will be killed in this room. Even if I tell you everything, it's useless."

"And now that you have done it, you naturally have the right to know this. This price was carefully arranged by the former courier. Because black letters appeared in the post office, they had to come up with such a method."

"A way to avoid being cursed by the post office without tearing up the letter, this method is very simple, that is to let this black letter stay in the hands of a courier on the fifth floor forever."

"Ordinary couriers will be killed by the curse of the letter if they don't deliver the letter. It is a special existence of a courier, a dead person, and a ghost. Even the curse of the post office can't kill it."

"In this way, the letter is left in this room forever, and the mission of sending the letter is equivalent to being suspended without limit."

Having said that, the man sighed and said, "And I am the chosen one."

After the words fell, Su Yuan said impatiently: "Okay, okay, the selected person is obviously just an unlucky guy. Those who don't know think you're here to play Digimon."

The man was not annoyed by Su Yuan's ridicule: "I did it myself. At that time, it was impossible for us couriers to complete the delivery of the black letter on the fifth floor, because the black letter, according to our speculation, It is very likely that only one will survive in the end, for us, this is an unacceptable thing, so this is the only way we came up with."

"And I am the victim."

"Oh?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows: "That's why you changed your mind now, thinking that this black letter needs to be sent out."

"Because the situation has changed, supernatural events have begun to appear outside, and the post office has also begun to lose control. Everything is heading in a bad direction. Therefore, the messenger must deliver the letter, must die, and must accept this fate."

"I'm afraid, the messenger on the fifth floor is not willing to do this." Yang Jian said with a sneer.

The man looked numb and said: "That's true, so there are constantly new couriers who try to break the balance and die. You have also seen the corpses in the room. These are the fifth-floor couriers who died here before. If you can't do it today, You will be one of these corpses too."

"But you did, and the post office will start running again, starting with this black letter."

"Everything will change for the better."

At this time, Su Yuan stopped playing with the god in his hand, raised his head and said: "But before again, we need to get rid of the messenger on the fifth floor, but it doesn't matter, after all, the messenger shouldn't exist in the first place."

The man looked at Su Yuan blankly and said, "That's fine. Tomorrow at six o'clock, the post office will turn on the lights, and all the messengers on the fifth floor should arrive. Be careful."

After talking about everything, Lao Li disappeared again. He is a kind of heterogeneous existence, relying on the supernatural power of the post office and the abnormality of the room to maintain a delicate state to survive. Now the balance is gone. If he was broken by Su Yuan and Yang Jian, he would not live long either.

After the man disappeared into the room, Su Yuan looked at Yang Jian: "I'm going to go outside for a while, how about you?"

"I'm going out for a walk too, so we split up?"

"Well, go to the post office and gather here at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"it is good!"

Everything was decided in a few words, and then, Su Yuan and Yang Jian chose to explore the post office separately.

Although it is dangerous to turn off the lights at the post office at six o'clock, for the two of them, they have enough strength to deal with everything.

Su Yuan left the room directly, and the corridor was dark, the darkness blocked all the light like a wall, even the lights in the room couldn't penetrate it.

But it doesn't matter, Su Yuan has ghost eyes to peek into the darkness, so he doesn't worry about being affected by anything.

Soon, Su Yuan arrived at the lobby on the fifth floor. However, just as he entered the lobby, he immediately noticed strange eyes coming from the old and new oil paintings on the walls of the lobby. As if they found Su Yuan, they looked at him in unison, and even the eyes on the oil paintings of some figures were moving restlessly, staring at him firmly.

Even Yang Jian's father's oil painting was staring at him.

If it were an ordinary person, under the gaze of so many eyes, his scalp would feel numb, but Su Yuan didn't look scared at all, instead, he widened his eyes and stared back.

"Look, look, look! Try another look!"

However, in the oil paintings that filled the hall, no one spoke, they just looked at Su Yuan with different eyes.

Some gazes are sizing up, some are ferocious, some are numb, and some are laughing. These gazes are all different, and it is unbelievable that these portraits are ghosts.

Because ghosts don't have so many eyes, the eyes of most ghosts are empty and weird.

But these portraits are not the same as ghost paintings after all, the people in the oil paintings can't get out of the oil paintings after all, and come out of the oil paintings.

These are the supernatural means of the post office. As long as there are people who have the opportunity to escape from the post office, they can get a chance to survive again.

For example, Yang Jian was even able to resurrect his father in this way.

While Su Yuan was looking at these oil paintings, suddenly, a strange whispering voice suddenly appeared next to Yang Jian's ear. This voice was very guiding, as if it wanted to guide Su Yuan to a certain place.

Su Yuan looked towards a direction that attracted him.

It was an oil painting the height of a person, hung at a relatively high place, but it was a landscape painting with no figures in it.

But the whispering voice came from the oil painting.

In the painting is a landscape, which is a strange old forest shrouded in a black moon.

The trees in the old forest are sparse, without leaves, like dry corpses, standing on the ground twisted and deformed, as if they have experienced a fire, but it is worth noting that in the black old forest with dead trees, there is a Scorched arms stretched out from the ground.

Appears to be trying to crawl out of the ground.

But the scorched black arm didn't move, it just stood there quietly. If you don't observe carefully, it will be ignored as a branch.

The strange call still sounded.

The voice was so bewitching that people couldn't help but walk into the painting.

At the moment when the voice sounded, Su Yuan seemed to be bewildered, and under the gaze of many oil painting figures, he walked towards that place involuntarily, following his approach.

The scorched black arm in the sparse old forest in the oil painting suddenly moved. At this moment, the scene in the oil painting seemed to become real, and the scorched black arm stretched longer and longer, forming the picture It was distorted, and in the end, a few scorched fingers ignored the obstruction of the oil painting, stretched out, and grabbed Su Yuan, as if trying to pull him into the painting.

The danger broke out at this moment, and the ghost of the oil painting was invading the fifth floor of the post office.

At the moment when the scorched fingers were about to touch Su Yuan, suddenly, a terrifying big mouth appeared out of nowhere in 2 Void, and the ferocious and criss-crossed ghost teeth bit down directly, forcing those fingers bit it off, and swallowed it straight away.

It was Toshio who stopped this dangerous spiritual attack, and forcibly swallowed the attacking spirit.

And looking at Su Yuan at this time, there is still a bewildered look there, the performance just now was purely pretending, and he has never been affected by the supernatural at all.

"Good teeth are delicious!"

Su Yuan shook his head and looked at the oil paintings again. After this unexpected situation, the oil paintings of those characters no longer looked at him maliciously. Maybe they sensed the danger and knew that Su Yuan was not easy to mess with.

But what they didn't know, Su Yuan already knew the real situation of these oil paintings.

The oil paintings here are roughly divided into three types. One is the landscape paintings that seem meaningless, but actually hide ghosts. The second is the seemingly weird, but not dangerous figure paintings. They can even be resurrected by using the post office. The kind of people in the painting, as for the third kind, it is some paintings of objects that cannot be judged, and I don’t know what it is useful for.

But Su Yuan was not in a hurry to enter the oil painting Reagan to say hello, because at this moment he was attracted by another voice.

It was in room 505, and there was a singing voice coming from an opera. The sound seemed to be in the bedroom, but there were two doors across, and the sound was not loud. It wasn't for Chu Renmei's sudden abnormal reaction, it was still difficult for Su Yuan to hear what it was.

It was a piece of music, like singing a drama, and it still had the feeling of being played by an old record player, with a sense of age.

Of course, the most important thing is that Su Yuan is no stranger to the faintly visible lyrics, because they are the lines sung by Chu Renmei in the movie.

"Lang is in the heart, and when the concubine is heartbroken, the grievances are known for a long time. It is not easy to meet and part. It is too late to regret now. I don't know if the phoenix danced with each other that day, and remember whether the butterfly owes the kindness. Brother will know it. I am sorry if the old love is gone, where I live, if I have a mother but no father, an orphan, Guess, you are spying on me again, I have been sick for a long time, I am not enough, I will feel sad for you everywhere.”

"Auntie Mei's song? Why did it appear here?"

Lying on the door panel and listening for a while, Su Yuan's expression darkened for a moment, and he realized the abnormality.

Logically speaking, Chu Renmei does not belong to the ghosts in this mysterious world of resuscitation, so her voice should not appear here, but her voice came out from room 505 at this time, which is why It looked very wrong.

Although the singing voice could be heard on the fourth floor of the post office, it was not as clear as it is now, so Su Yuan didn't notice any abnormality at that time, and it was only now that he felt it at a close distance.

But why?

Why did the song from the movie of the mountain village old corpse appear here, and it was still on the fifth floor of the post office.

(End of this chapter)