Mysterious recovery

Some of the summed up experience messengers have been passed down by word of mouth, while others have not yet been discovered.

"The couriers on the first floor deliver too few letters, and they are all newcomers with a very high death rate. The information they get is indeed limited. Even if there is some information, it will be taken upstairs soon, and it is impossible to keep it. Therefore, the more The old messenger who has lived for a long time knows more, and if he wants to understand clearly, the only way to take a shortcut is to go upstairs."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly.

I feel that I can't waste time staying on the first floor, at least I have to go to the second floor to have a look.

After all, the second floor is full of people who have successfully sent letters at least three times, and they have already left the category of novices.

"Let's call it a day. We'll see the situation tomorrow. Don't sleep at night. Who knows if the ghosts wandering in the post office will appear again." Yang Jian continued.

"That's right. The post office is safer during the day, but it's too dangerous at night. You can't do anything. You can only stay in your room." Sun Rui sighed.

It's pitch black outside, and there are still ghosts walking around, who dares to go out.

For the next period of time, the three of them stayed in the seventh room and sat idle. Everyone dared not rest and needed to pay attention to the movement outside the door.

No one can be sure whether the ghost who just failed to attack and left will make a second attack.

However, in his spare time, Yang Jian took the time to explore the room to see if he could find any clues and strange places.

"Captain Yang, this room is very normal. It's unbelievable that it's normal. There's nothing strange about it, but this is also the strangest part, because under normal circumstances, the previous courier would leave something after staying here. Yes, after a long period of time, it is impossible for there to be no trace."

Wang Shan didn't sleep either. He watched Yang Jian wandering around the room and said, "When I came here, I had the same thought as Captain Yang. I wanted to see if I could find any clues, but it turned out to be a pity."

"There are no clues, the room is very clean, and there is not even a trace of man-made left."

"I can't understand this kind of imagination, right?" Yang Jian stopped, looked at him and said, "I roughly understand the characteristics of this room after you say it this way."

"This is a mechanism similar to restarting. At a certain time, or after the person who lives in the room dies, the room will return to a certain moment before, and the traces left by other people will be erased. It was removed cleanly, so no matter what the predecessors left here, the room cannot be preserved."

"So that's the case." Wang Shan pondered for a moment, feeling that this statement was quite correct.

Yang Jian said again: "Looks like I don't need to waste any more time. An'an will wait until dawn. When will your third letter come out?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, just these two days, I will come to this post office early because the letter is coming soon, but it is said that the courier upstairs can come back to the post office anytime and anywhere, unlike us who are forced to appear at the post office." Here." Wang Shan said.

"Okay, I hope to see your letter tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he stopped investigating and simply sat on the sofa in the living room and closed his eyes to rest.

Li Yang was very courageous, he sat directly behind the wooden door to prevent ghosts from appearing at any time.

Sun Rui didn't say a word, but he was holding a small notebook and didn't know what he was recording. Maybe he was building a file, maybe he was analyzing the whole thing, but he was not idle anyway.

Time passed little by little.

There was no noise in the post office, the living room was dimly lit, and the three of them sat in different places without saying a word.

The night is long and hard, but it will pass.

Twelve hours have passed.

At six in the morning.

The darkness in the post office dissipated, light penetrated from outside the door, and the lights in the room went out very punctually.

The lights go out.

Everyone in the room was startled, for fear that something unpredictable might happen.

But then everyone realized that this was the reason why the lights in the room were automatically turned off at dawn. It was a normal change in the post office and it was not dangerous.

"It's time." Yang Jian, who had been sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, said at this moment.

He didn't sleep, he just conserved his strength and caution as much as possible.

Although he can go without eating, drinking or sleeping for several days, under special circumstances, he should still plan carefully.

"Li Yang, open the door, let's go out and have a look." Sun Rui stood up slowly, and walked forward with his golden palms.

"I leaned against the door last night. I didn't find any danger. The ghost should not appear on the first floor." Li Yang nodded and opened the door actively.

Although it was daytime, the interior of the post office was not much different from nighttime. It was still dark, but the lights were on during the daytime, so it didn't seem so oppressive and dark.

The crowd came out.

Nothing has changed, the post office is exactly the same as it was yesterday.

Yang Jian glanced back at the wooden door slightly.

There are a few fine marks on the doorknob of the wooden door, which are left after scratching by fingernails, and they have not disappeared yet.

There is no doubt that this mark was accidentally caused by the ghost who quickly withdrew his palm last night.

The ghost caused some damage to the wooden door.

It's special.

You must know that the door was twisted into that shape last night and it was not broken. Everything here exists because of supernatural powers, and it cannot be easily destroyed.

"Crench!"

There was a sound of the door opening, and the doors of the two adjacent rooms also opened.

The thin-cheeked man named Wanxing touched his bruised face, and walked out with an ugly expression. When he saw Yang Jian and the others, he was startled for a moment, and then he dodged his eyes in fear.

The woman named Qian Rong at the door of No. [-] was haggard, standing at the door at a loss, she was helpless, as if she was in despair.

Because she was originally in contact with Wanxing, so she could rely on her and help each other a little bit.

But with the appearance of Yang Jian, Wanxing could no longer count on them, and these people were even more dangerous. She didn't even dare to approach them, for fear of dying.

"Have you received the letter?" At this moment, Wang Shan finally walked out of the room and asked.

"No, no." Wanxing didn't want to answer at first, but Yang Jian looked over and had to respond hastily.

Qian Rong also replied, "Me neither."

"Captain Yang, things are very strange. Normally there would be letters this morning, but the three of us didn't receive any of them." Wang Shan frowned: "This is different from the previous situation."

"Where do ordinary letters appear?" Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shan said: "Generally speaking, it will appear in three places, on the bedside table in the post office room, on the door of the check-in room, there will be letters clipped on it, and there is another place...the counter."

"The delivery method will be slightly different depending on where the three places appear. The letter on the bedside is a personal task, and the letter on the door is the task of all messengers in this room. As for the letter on the counter, I can't judge. But personal deduction should be the task of all messengers on the first floor."

"Similarly, with the three delivery methods, the degree of danger will increase accordingly. This is something I have concluded from contacting the courier upstairs."

"The counter is over there."

Sun Rui's eyes moved, and he looked at an old counter in the hall.

The counter is very old and covered with dust, and no one has wiped it for a long time.

But at some point, an unsealed letter was neatly placed on it.

However, the difference is that the envelope color of this letter is not the yellow envelope that Yang Jian encountered last time, but a blood-stained red envelope.

This is a red letter.

Yang Jian also saw the slightly special red letter, which was particularly conspicuous on the counter.

"The red letter?" Wang Shan was stunned.

He has never encountered this kind of situation, and there is no example of a red letter in the previous two deliveries, and the situation he learned from other people.

Although I haven't seen it, it is obvious that this letter is placed on the counter, which means that this is a mission for all the couriers on the first floor to act together.

And the red envelope obviously reveals an unusual taste.

"The difficulty of sending letters has increased." This idea immediately popped up in Wang Shan's mind.

Yang Jian walked over and stared at the red letter in front of him: "There is no word on it, not even an address, how do I send it?"

"The address should appear after picking up the letter, but the way it appears is a bit special." Wang Shan also hurried over, reminding him.

Yang Jian reached out to take it, but Sun Rui stopped him and said, "This may be a curse, it's best not to touch it, I think it's just left here and left alone."

"Don't do this. If you don't take the envelope today, everyone on the first floor may die at night."

Wang Shan immediately reminded: "I have seen a newcomer refuse to deliver the letter, but the next day I saw him dead on the bed in the room, holding the letter tightly in his hand, and his death was horrifying... refusing The cost of sending a letter is greater than the cost of tearing the letter, and if you are not sure, you can tear the envelope."

"But I haven't seen this red letter before. I don't know what the price will be after tearing it up. Maybe it will directly kill everyone on the first floor, and maybe it will attract even more terrifying ghosts."

Sun Rui touched his chin: "It sounds troublesome."

"Don't worry, even if it's a curse, I can bear it alone." Yang Jian was not afraid, he directly stretched out his left hand to pick up the red letter.

Pick up the letter.

A cold breeze hung on the counter, and the breeze blew away the dust on the counter, and a group of crooked themselves emerged from the dust, forming a sentence.

It was an address that recorded a strange and strange place.

Send the letter to the owner of Fushouyuan No. 78.

Time limit: seven days.

Obviously, this is the task of the messenger.

But this task is not named, and there is no price for failure, and of course there is no reward.

It's just a simple delivery mission.

But Wang Shan, Wanxing, and Qian Rong here all know that if this letter cannot be delivered smoothly, they will definitely die.

The cost is so simple that it doesn't even need to be stated specifically.

As for the rewards... no one knows because they have no experience.

Chapter 744 Address

"This letter is special."

The red letter in his hand gave people a very uneasy feeling. The letter itself revealed a strange atmosphere, and Yang Jian could feel it.

"I think it's better not to deliver this letter. I always feel that this thing may be a trap, so I just tear it up. I don't believe it. The ghost couldn't kill us last night. After tearing up the letter, it can kill us." ?" Sun Rui came over, holding a cane, and said very confidently.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "Maybe tearing up is the trap?"

"Um...it seems to make sense." Sun Rui was taken aback for a moment.

"Captain, should we send it or not?" Li Yang asked.

Wanxing and Qian Rong on the side were breaking out in cold sweat listening to their conversation. These people actually wanted to tear up the letter and refused to send the red letter.

Maybe they will be fine, but I'm afraid I'm going to be killed, because this mission of delivering the letter is a collective mission of the couriers on the first floor.

But in front of Yang Jian and the others, they had no right to speak and could not decide whether to deliver the red letter or not.

Yang Jian was also thinking and hesitating at the moment.

In fact, the key to measure is nothing more than whether he can bear the price of tearing up this letter.

If you can bear it.

Then tearing up this red letter is nothing more than the best choice.

But if the price they bear is too high, sending a letter is actually an option. After all, sending a letter with their ability is an easy task, and the probability of success is much higher than that of ordinary people.

"There is no need to tear up the letter to provoke an attack by a ghost. It is not very difficult to deliver the letter, at least for me." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "If there is a ghost in the mission, then at least the danger of the ghost must be determined. After the degree, choose whether to continue, everything is safe."

"Although the three of us are very strong together, we can't act like this."

Sun Rui said: "So this letter is decided to be delivered?"

"Of course, by the way, I also need to confirm whether there will be any supernatural events during the process of sending the letter, so as to determine whether the job of the messenger is helping the ghosts or suppressing supernatural events... If it is the latter Everything is easy to say, but if it is the former, then there is no need for the courier in the post office."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, with a bit of murderous intent: "I will not allow a group of people in this world who work for ghosts to live."

"That makes sense. You're more thoughtful than I am. If that's the case, I'll accompany Team Yang to deliver this letter." Sun Rui nodded.

It is indeed necessary to determine the nature of this ghost post office.

Because this will affect the direction of the next action, and going upstairs is also a must.

"But there is no signal here, so I can't find out where the address is. I need to go outside to find out." Then Sun Rui shook his head looking at the distorted writing formed by the dust on the counter.

Fushou Garden?

What is this place?It sounds like a Jiangnan garden.

It's like the name of a scenic spot.

"Since it has been decided, don't waste time, let's go, try to get this letter done within a day, and put aside the things in the post office for the time being. After the delivery of the letter is completed, we can go to the second floor to get in touch with this letter better." The secret of the place." Yang Jian planned to act immediately.