Mysterious recovery

Yang Jian and Ye Zhen were the first to look up at the top of their heads.

That's the location on the fifth floor.

Although the hall on the fifth floor has collapsed, there is a corridor left around the room. In that incomplete corridor, a strange female corpse with pale body and black letter papers on her skin unexpectedly I don't know when it stood there, the corpse woke up, and looked down at the people downstairs.

"She's provoking me. No one has ever dared to stand on top of me, Ye, and look down on me. It's clear that they don't take me seriously." Ye Zhen was furious, and he immediately wanted to rush up to meet the female corpse again. fight.

But he was stopped by Yang Jian.

"What are you stopping me for? Could it be that you think I'm not her opponent?" Ye Zhen said.

"..." Yang Jian felt that Ye Zhen's way of thinking was really speechless.

"There is no need to fight with that thing. There are too many strange things in this post office. We just need to wait for Sun Rui to appear again. Before that, one more thing is worse than one less thing. Moreover, the female corpse is in a strange state, not like a ghost. If you rush up and kill others rashly and cause some bad consequences, then it will be very bad for the situation."

Yang Jian said that he was observing the female corpse.

At the same time, the situation seems to have stabilized at the moment, and he doesn't want to cause complications.

Moreover, the figures of the five ghosts in the hall on the first floor were still wandering, so he had to pay more attention.

"Don't worry, I, Mrs. Ye, am definitely not someone who has a reputation for nothing. I will come back after I kill her. It's okay." Ye Zhen said.

Yang Jian said: "If you have this time, you might as well deal with the ghosts in this hall first, listen to my advice, let the female corpse on the fifth floor be released temporarily."

He felt that there was a secret in the female corpse, and he didn't want Ye Zhen to spoil it.

"Well, for your sake, I, Ye, will let her go temporarily." Seeing this, Ye Zhen snorted coldly at the female corpse, looking very dissatisfied.

However, Yang Jian's words were obviously useful, and Ye Zhen turned to look at the terrifying ghost figures in the hall.

Seeing this, Yang Jian was slightly relieved.

He was really worried that Ye Zhen would not be able to stop him, and that there would be another fight at that time.

Now it seems that Ye Zhen is still giving face, and didn't mess around according to his own personality.

"Don't pay attention to that thing for the time being, and continue to wait for a while. If Sun Rui is not dead, he should come back, and the ghost attack he suffered after tearing up the black letter has passed. If there is no accident, there should be a period of time." Safe time."

Yang Jian said to Li Yang, Wang Yong and others.

"The ghost hasn't been solved yet, is it okay?" Wang Yong said.

He was referring to the four ghostly figures walking in the hall.

"Under the circumstances of knowing the law of killing, nothing will happen for the time being, and there is no way to deal with this ghost thing for the time being, so I can only let Ye Zhen figure out a way." Yang Jian said.

The crowd nodded.

At this moment, Ye Zhen was very interested in studying the figures of those ghosts.

Although he is a secondary school student, he still has the brains he should have in supernatural events. It's not that he doesn't understand anything, it's all due to recklessness.

"The shadow is just an illusion, and the source is the key. Is it a decryption game? This can't trouble me, Ye." Ye Zhen stared at the ghosts and thought.

at the same time.

Another part of the post office.

This is a staircase that few people walk on. Sun Rui is limping up this staircase alone at the moment. There is a strange and vague figure leading the way in front of him, as if signaling to let him go. follow.

Sun Rui did exactly that.

The steps were very long, seemingly endless, the front was dark, and the surroundings were extremely oppressive, and it was eerily quiet, only the sound of his step by step echoed.

Cramped, dark, and oppressive corridors can easily make people nervous.

But Sun Rui looked calm and not afraid.

He'd had enough of the horrors of the days he'd spent at the post office, when he'd spent every night alone, and it wasn't a big deal here.

It seems like a long walk.

soon.

The end of the stairs is here.

That is a room.

There is a dim wall lamp on the left and right sides of the door, and there is a brass house number on the door, which reads: 601.

601?

Sun Rui's expression moved slightly: "Sure enough, does the sixth floor of the post office exist? This seems to be a strange place that exists alone, and it is not connected to the fifth floor."

When he looked back.

Crunch!

The door of room 601 suddenly opened.

The wall light at the door flickered, but the strange old man disappeared immediately.

That figure should be some kind of supernatural phenomenon, not a real ghost, but just to guide specific people into this place.

"This is asking me to enter that room." Sun Rui thought to himself, and at the same time felt that his condition was getting better and better, and he no longer had the restlessness of Li Gui's recovery.

The symptoms of his lameness are not so severe, and he can walk more flexibly than before.

"There are still many people outside waiting for me to go back under the attack of ghosts, so we can't waste time."

Without hesitation, Sun Rui walked into the room immediately.

The room was dark, very dark.

The blackness almost made Sun Rui wonder if he was blind.

But soon, another oil lamp was lit up strangely, and there was a strange smell in the air.

The lamp oil exudes a deadly smell, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

"It's exactly the same as the oil lamp I got on the first floor." Sun Rui walked towards the bright place.

Soon, he came to where the oil lamp was.

It was a desk, old in style, covered with starch, and seemed to have been used for a long time.

There is a black booklet on the desk, with a writing brush and an inkstone next to it.

Sun Rui fixed his gaze on the small black notebook.

As for the writing brush and inkstone next to him, he ignored them. Those two things were ordinary objects, not supernatural objects. Only this black booklet had an ominous aura.

The black paper was somewhat familiar.

"It's letter paper..." Sun Rui immediately understood the style when he saw the size.

But before he could observe further, a terrifying scene appeared.

A skinny old man's palm suddenly protruded from the darkness opposite the desk. The palm grabbed a page of the black booklet and gently opened it.

On the first page, a very beautiful name was written with a brush: Luo Wensong.

Sun Rui's whole body was tense, and he scratched subconsciously, but found that his cane was no longer by his side, and his face sank at the same time.

"Luo Wensong? Surnamed Luo? Team Yang seems to have said that the ghost knocking on the door was surnamed Luo before his death. As for the name, there is no way to verify it. At that time, there were no ID cards, files, and the name was passed on by word of mouth, so this Luo Wensong is that surname." Is Luo's real name already?"

"But the name doesn't matter, it's just a code name."

He stared at the withered palm, his mind full of thoughts.

soon.

The skinny palm turned to the second page.

There is actually a name on the second page, and that name is written with a pen in a beautiful font.

"Tian Xiaoyue."

Obviously it's a girl's name.

"No, no."

Sun Rui's face moved slightly at this moment: "This book should record the name of the manager. That Luo Wensong's name is on the first page, which means that he is the first manager, but the ghost named Luo recovered after his death and formed a code name. The supernatural event of the door knocker was only a year ago."

"According to this inference, it is impossible to have a second manager."

However, the name on the black book is real, and the three characters Tian Xiaoyue are written in that delicate handwriting.

This shows that there is a second manager of the post office.

But the skinny hand protruding from the darkness didn't stop, and turned to the third page.

At this time, what made Sun Rui's scalp tingle was that there was another name appearing, and that name was: Zhang Xianguang.

Sun Rui didn't know this name, but Yang Jian knew it, because there was an oil painting of Zhang Xianguang in the post office. He was the messenger on the fifth floor, and he successfully sent three letters out of the post office.

But no one thought that the name of Zhang Xianguang would appear here.

Could it be that he is also a manager?

Sun Rui didn't think too much, just wrote down the names on these notebooks, and discussed with Yang Jian later.

The skinny palm stretched out in the darkness slowly opened the fourth page.

The fourth page of the black book was blank without a name, as if it was waiting for Sun Rui to fill in the name.

"Whoever can come here and leave their name behind will become a manager?"

Sun Rui took out a ballpoint pen that he carried with him from his jacket pocket, and without thinking, he bent down and quickly signed his name on it.

The fourth manager: Sun Rui.

As soon as the name is written, immediately.

Suddenly there were countless glowing flames in the dark room. The flames gradually lit up, and they turned out to be oil lamps. The densely packed oil lamps were placed in various places in this room, illuminating the originally dim Room 601.

And with the darkness receding.

Sun Rui stared at the front, but found that there was no trace of the skinny hand in front of the desk. There was only a hanger at that position, and a strange black gown was hung on the hanger.

There is no wind in this room.

The black gown on the hanger fluttered strangely a few times, as if someone had moved it just now.

Sun Rui stared at it with fear on his face.

He can be sure that the black long gown is not an ordinary piece of clothing, and the previous supernatural phenomenon was caused by it.

But now is not the time for him to pay attention to this. He must find out the situation here as soon as possible, change the rules of the post office, and deal with the supernatural phenomena in the post office.

Sun Rui looked around with the help of countless oil lamps.

Suddenly, he saw a painting, it was an unfinished painting, there were various dyes beside it, the painting was very large and very weird, it was an old building: a ghost post office.

The post office in the painting is very simple, just a prototype.

"I probably understand..." Sun Rui was thoughtful.

The meaning is clear.

The ghost post office is an unfinished painting. Every manager draws the post office he wants according to his own preferences.

Chapter 26: The End of the Messenger Era

The lights are gradually turned on, one floor after another.

Some changes visible to the naked eye are taking place in the post office. The lights that appear at this moment are no longer the dim and yellow light bulbs, but strips of white lights with high brightness. These lights appear very abruptly, as if they appeared out of thin air. As it came out, it was amazing.

"The lights are on? Obviously all the lights have been blown up before."

At this moment in the hall, everyone looked at the changes around them in amazement, feeling a little unbelievable.

Not only that.

Dirty, stained walls are disappearing, becoming clean and tidy, and the musty floor on the ground is also disappearing, soon replaced by pieces of bright floor tiles, in addition to the stairs connecting the various floors, there are even There are two elevators... It seems that the old furnishings are disappearing, and some modern decorations have reappeared here.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the roof of the fifth floor and hangs on the fourth floor.

In just half an hour, the ghost post office suddenly became magnificent.

"Someone is changing the layout of the post office. Only the manager can do this." Wang Yong said immediately.

And while they were talking, their surroundings also changed. There were sofas, bars, and even a small coffee shop nearby...

Just for a while, it is hard to imagine that this is the ghost post office from before.