Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

With doubts, Zhao Ke glanced around, and suddenly his eyes sank. At some point, there was an extra box under his feet, which was similar to a courier box, except that it was not a courier slip, but a stamp.

"express delivery?"

Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and his eyes became serious for a moment. He never shopped online. Although he was running a restaurant, there were only a handful of people who came here who knew his real name, except for those diners who only knew the name of the restaurant. number.

"Is it him?"

Zhao Ke deliberated, and then rejected this possibility. With his prudence, it was absolutely impossible to send himself such a package in such a way.

Zhao Ke picked up the package carefully. The package was very light. After shaking it lightly, it didn't seem like there was something in it. Looking carefully, the stamp on it was also very strange.

The 7-point stamp, with its bronze border, seems to be cumbersome and dense, but if you look closely, you can see the finely crafted texture on it. The pattern on the stamp is a very abstract eye, but no matter from which angle you look at it , this eye is watching you silently.

Zhao Ke stared at the stamp. The cumbersome and delicate patterns on it made Zhao Ke feel a tightness in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath. However, the moment Zhao Ke lowered his head, the one-eyed eye on the stamp suddenly blinked at Zhao Ke. .

A gust of cold air was like a centipede crawling up his back, which made Zhao Ke startled. He shook his head and took a closer look, and found that the eye on the stamp was still the same as before.

"Misunderstood?" Zhao Ke shook his head, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "Cut, have you done too many sinful things? When did you get so surprised?"

Zhao Ke put the package away, opened the door casually, and was about to go in and open the package to see what was inside, but the moment he opened the door, Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly tightened, and a familiar The face quietly appeared in front of him.

The eyes sewn together by needlework slowly opened, the eyelids were torn apart by the thread, exposing the empty eyes, he opened his mouth, pointed to his empty mouth and said, "Where is my tongue?"

Chapter 2 The Postman

"what!"

A scream that soared to at least 70 decibels made everyone frown. Zhao Ke also woke up from the shock immediately. In the picture where his pupils focused, a blurry figure stood in front of Zhao Ke. .

"Go away!"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, he kicked up, and then Zhao Ke heard a muffled sound and a scream.

The pungent and pungent air around him was also mixed with a stench of some kind of animal excrement, which instantly gave Zhao Ke an urge to go crazy.

His abnormal sense of smell is amazing, and he does have a great advantage in certain aspects, but in this environment, it also means that he has to bear at least ten times the pain of others.

Before his eyes could see clearly, Zhao Ke quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, and at the same time held the fruit knife hidden in his cuff in the palm of his hand.

After a few seconds, Zhao Ke's eyes were finally able to adapt to the sight in front of him. When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

What surprised Zhao Ke was that this place was not in front of his shop, but a wilderness.

The dull sky, even though it is daytime now, but the thick smog above the head, it feels like taking a breath is like stuffing a handful of sand in your mouth.

Some people couldn't help vomiting when they opened their mouths, and even felt suffocated for a while, and it took a long time to recover.

"This? Where is this??"

Someone finally woke up and looked around, only to see that the surrounding area was covered by heavy smog, and he could only faintly see a mountain forest around him.

Zhao Ke frowned, quickly distanced himself from the crowd, and glanced coldly at everyone's faces.

Three men and two women, except for the middle-aged man lying on the ground, the other two men seemed to be students.

As for the two women, the woman with long hair on the left should be a white-collar worker, with a tall figure, a short black skirt, and the unique temperament of a mature woman. She is obviously a pretty beauty.

But at this moment, no matter whether it was the sudden change or the pungent and dazzling surroundings, no one had the energy to appreciate the beauty of this beauty.

In contrast, the young girl with short hair on the right is much inferior in appearance and temperament.

However, although the girl's eyes were full of panic, she reacted very quickly. She quickly covered her mouth and nose with her clothes, and quickly approached behind the female white-collar worker beside her.

"Fuck you, you kick me!"

The middle-aged man's loose blue overalls looked like a magnified version of Mario on his body. He got up from the ground, turned his ferocious eyes and glared at his surroundings, and then focused on the student behind him .

"No...not me!"

"It's not you! Could it be a ghost!"

The middle-aged man stepped forward, looking angry, as if he was planning to teach the college student in front of him a lesson. In fact, he knew that the person who kicked him was not the college student, but he just wanted to vent his anger and save some face.

"It's not me, don't... ah."

Before the student could finish speaking, he was instantly punched in the face by the big man, and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the big man wanted to continue.

However, at this moment, the big man felt his shoulders sink, and felt that someone was pulling his shoulders, his face darkened, and he wanted to shake the other person away with a shake of his shoulders.

However, what was unexpected was that instead of shaking the hands on the shoulders away, there was only a soft "click!", which instantly made the big man's face look ugly.

I saw that the palm on the shoulder just grabbed it a little bit harder, and a piercing pain instantly made the big man half-kneel on the ground, his face was flushed, he was gasping for air, and he couldn't even speak.

"That's enough. We don't have much time. There's no need to waste it here." A strong voice suddenly sounded, causing everyone to focus on the young man who appeared behind the big man who didn't know when.

The young man was holding the big man with one hand, with a cigar dangling from his mouth. On his rough face, a slanting scar almost ran through the entire face.

Scarface glanced at everyone's face, those sharp eyes like poisonous snakes made everyone's heart tremble, and they felt uncomfortable all over.

Scarface glanced at Zhao Ke from the corner of the eye, and the indifferent eyes made Zhao Ke feel cold, "Murderous!" Only those who have killed someone have a fierce look in their eyes, even if the other party It didn't show it on purpose, but that look couldn't be fooled.

"hiss!"

Scarface didn't seem to care about the turbid air around him. Instead, after taking a deep breath, he smacked his lips and said in disappointment, "Ha, it really is pure from the imperial capital. The... taste here is too bad."

Everyone looked at each other, with suspicion on their faces, and looked at Scarface.

At this time, another student's boy said: "Who are you? How do we..."

"Don't talk, listen to me."

Scarface reached out and interrupted his words, looked at the time on his wrist, and said, "I'm not good at words, so when I'm talking, don't talk anymore."

"Can……"

Hearing this, the student couldn't help but wanted to ask, but just as he opened his mouth, the eyes on the scarred face suddenly turned dark, and everyone didn't even see clearly what was going on.

Scarface appeared next to the opponent in the next moment, with one hand grabbing the opponent's throat.

"So fast!"

Zhao Ke's pupils tightened, and he kept watching Scarface's every move, but the opponent's attack was so fast that he couldn't even catch the opponent's attack trajectory.

"I said, when I talk, don't talk!"

The seemingly thin arm has amazing strength, like catching a chicken, lifting the college student at hand.

The college student who was mentioned was named Qi Liang, a special sports recruit, 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Scarface, but turned out to be like a chicken, held high by Scarface, with a knife Scarface's fingers were stuck on Qi Liang's throat, making him unable to even raise the strength to resist.