early morning.
It was lightly bright, and for most urban residents, they had not yet got up, but for a small number of people, it was the beginning of a day's work.
Every city is similar.
It seems that nothing special today.
But for some people, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that has broken a peaceful life for more than ten years.
The messenger on the fifth floor, hidden in the city, began to act.
They were ready with time and almost no need to contact each other. They just saw the supernatural phenomenon that appeared in the ghost post office and knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost. They had to rush back to the post office as quickly as possible to find the balance again. Only in this way can they continue to live the life they wanted.
So at this moment, almost all the messengers on the fifth floor united.
Whoever dares to restore the operation of the Ghost Post Office will die.
There is no reason, no excuse.
It's just to survive.
It's time to go.A man in his pajamas and a little hair loss came out of a small woodland in the suburbs of the city with mud.
He gasped slightly, as if he was holding something in his hand, covered in soil, as if he had just dug it out.
In front of him, a small road leading to the post office was particularly clear.
The post office is calling them.
If you don’t go to the post office for a long time, the curse of the post office will appear, and the messenger will be chased by evil spirits, and it will be endless.
So, no one dares to reject the post office’s call.
soon.
The man, who was about fifty, wore slippers and was covered in mud, walked on the road to the post office.
Although this is not the first time he has taken this road, after many years, he is still a little emotional and uneasy, because he knows that if he walks too much at night, he will always encounter ghosts, and if he goes to the post office more often, he will never come back.
I hope this time is just a false alarm like the previous few times, and the problem can be solved quickly.The man had no expression on his face and a cold expression, but his heart was no longer as cold as before.
He has a wife and a child.
More than ten years of ordinary people's life have long turned him into an ordinary person again. If he were given ten years, he would not even come this time when his child grew up.
only.
My children are still young now, and my family still needs me. I can’t die yet, at least I can’t.
This man in his fifties is named Wang Yong, a very, very ordinary name. If it weren't for the curse letter he had at the time, he would still be a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.
However, among the previous messengers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe.
Because he had already sent out two letters when he was on the fifth floor, and he was only one letter before he could leave the post office.
However, Wang Yong was not very lucky. He encountered a black letter for the last time, which forced his delivery mission to be suspended.
Wang Yong quickly finished the strange path and came to the gate of the Ghost Post Office.
Colorful neon lights flashing, illuminating a plaque with three big words clearly written on it Ghost Post Office
His eyes moved slightly, he looked, and then pushed the door open.
The lights were already on in the lobby on the first floor of the post office at this moment. The yellow and dim lights dispelled the darkness. Although they were not bright enough, they also illuminated the surroundings.
Although it is relatively early, there are already people in the post office hall on the first floor, and more than one person is there. It is obvious that someone has arrived early at the time point.
There are three people in the hall.
A middle-aged man wearing a designated car clothes had a slightly distorted figure and was no longer as young as he was.
One was a man in a suit and tie, like an elite man, wearing a pair of glasses and a faint smile on his face.
The other one was a woman, who was already in her forties, with her disheveled hair, as if she hadn't woken up, and she was still wearing two dark circles, and was listless.
Are you... Wang Yong?When the others saw someone pushing the door and entering the hall, they immediately turned around and looked at it.
When he saw that it was a middle-aged man wearing pajamas and a little bald, he frowned, recalled his former acquaintance in his mind, and finally compared it in his memory and said with some uncertainty.
Wang Yong nodded slightly and said: I haven’t seen you for more than ten years, and you have changed a lot.
The man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped it: The situation this time was very special. The post office was summoning us all night. Obviously, the black letter had fallen into the hands of the new messenger, but he should still be in the post office. I think this matter should be safer, so I am waiting for your arrival on the first floor.
After all, the times are different. Supernatural events have now appeared in the city. Some people have even controlled the evil spirits and dealt with supernatural events. So we cannot underestimate them just because others are newcomers. It is very likely that this newcomer did not have the luck to break the 502 situation, but really took the black letter with his ability. If this is true, many people will die today.
The woman in her forties with dark circles said: There have been many messengers accumulated over the years, and it is definitely more than just ours.
Wang Yong glanced at: The messengers who have lived to this day are not as many as they imagined. Some people have been possessed by supernatural beings. Although they have left the post office, they cannot live long. Within a few years, the evil ghosts have revived one after another, causing supernatural events. How many are left in the end? It is hard to say.
However, the surviving messenger of the fifth floor will show two extremes: either too weak or too strong or terrible. In the end, those who are neither up nor down can't stand it and take a step first.
There is only one person on the other side, and I think the four of us are enough.The man who was a designated driver's face was gloomy: If I kill him, I have to go back to takeout, which will not affect my work.
This person seems to be working all day long, running takeaway during the day and working as a designated driver at night, which is very hard.
If you have come, then wait a little longer. We are stuck on the first floor and the newcomer can't get out.Wang Yong said.
Others think it makes sense and have no objection.
I have been waiting for a night, and it is not a short while.
About ten minutes later, another messenger came one after another. There were only four people in the lobby on the first floor, but six people had gathered now.
They felt that the six people should be enough and could act. Although there was still a messenger that did not appear, they didn’t know when they would wait if they continued to wait. Moreover, it was enough to face a newcomer, so it would not make much sense to have more.
Let’s just have a few of us for now. Let’s set off and go to the fifth floor.Wang Yong spoke.
The rest of the people had long been unable to wait. They were not willing to stay in the post office for too long. They just wanted to finish the matter and leave here as soon as possible.
A series of rapid footsteps appeared on the old wooden stairs.
They headed straight to the fifth floor without any hesitation, and because it was daytime now, they were not worried about being caught in the post office, so they didn’t need to worry too much about the action. After all, this time they were dealing with people, and in everyone’s subconscious, people are much easier to deal with than ghosts.
At least not afraid or fear.
soon.
The group walked the last stairs with determination to regain peace at the post office.
They pushed open the wooden door and came to the hall on the fifth floor.
Although some messengers have not returned here for many years, the oil paintings hanging on the walls and this quiet hall often appear in their sleep, awakening them in the middle of the night.
The smell here just makes people feel palpitations. If possible, I really don’t want to return to this place again.The man in the suit looked around and began to be alert and nervous.
The door of Room 502 was broken. What happened last night? Even the door was broken?Didn’t the ghost in the room have already run out?
The middle-aged woman was talking, staring at the empty door and the wood chips scattered all over the floor.
It can be imagined that last night someone used very arrogant means to forcibly destroy the door.
Now is not the time to care about the door. This newcomer on the fifth floor is indeed not simple. His ability to destroy the door means that his methods are very powerful, and now he should be resting in a certain room at this time. Note that our arrival is likely to have disturbed him.
Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the remaining doors.
Excluding the three rooms of 501, 502 and 505, there are actually not many rooms left for people to stay in.
Will a group of people join forces still not be able to solve a newcomer?I don't believe it.Another strange messenger on the fifth floor said in a deep voice.
It’s okay to be careful. Even if you can win, others will not be able to fight back. You can kill a few of us even if you fight your life.The man in the suit spoke.
But just as they talk.
Sudden.
Bang!
A loud noise broke the solemn situation at the moment, and the door of Room 507 suddenly opened.
The next moment.
A man was thrown out, rolled down to the ground, and finally lay on his back, motionless.
The man looked a little fat, surrounded by an apron and stained with blood. He opened his eyes wide, but there was no trace of his eyes.
This is...the soul-catching envoy, Zhao Feng?Why did he appear here?
I'm afraid I couldn't help but come to the post office alone to kill this newcomer, so I was killed by someone. This guy was a little arrogant before, but I didn't expect that he hadn't changed this problem yet.Someone sneered.
No, he seems to be still breathing and is not dead yet.
Someone observed it, but found that Zhao Feng had not completely died and was still alive.
Even if he didn't die, the situation is not much different from death. What does the other party mean by saving Zhao Feng's life?Don't want to break up?Or are you reluctant to deal with a corpse?
All are quiet.
Wang Yong immediately shouted softly, stopping the discussion of these messengers on the fifth floor.
Do these people have no vigilance when they see Zhao Feng’s fate?
Kill Zhao Feng or capture Zhao Feng, which is more difficult, just think about it.
Although Zhao Feng was a little arrogant in the past, it is undeniable that he is indeed very capable. He had killed the new messenger who went to the fifth floor alone.
Wang Yong drank the rest and put away all kinds of thoughts.
Everyone looked at room 507.
now.
The door of the room was open, and there was a heavy footsteps coming from inside. It was obvious that someone was walking out of the room.
You came to the post office so early, probably not for the delivery of the letter. Moreover, there should be more than a few of you messengers on the fifth floor, and there are still people who haven’t come?A cold, as if emotionless voice sounded.
But a young man in his twenties appeared at the door of the room with a strange spear in his hand and expressionless face.
As expected, Yang Jian waited for these people at around six o'clock.
They can't wait to come to the post office to restore the so-called balance.
Did you kill Zhao Feng?Are all the newcomers at the post office so powerful now? An old messenger on the fifth floor ended up so miserably.Wang Yong took a step forward and he expressed his position and attitude.
Wang Yong?Yang Jian looked at him: A ruthless man who sent two letters on the fifth floor.
Do you know me?Wang Yong frowned and then looked at Zhao Feng on the ground.
This guy was afraid that he would leak all the information on the fifth floor. No wonder this new man was in a hurry to kill him after he caught him. It turned out that he wanted to torture important information.
I know everything I should know, no need to be silly, you want this thing.Yang Jian reached out and shook his hand.
A black letter appeared in his hand.
Sure enough, it was in his hands.The faces of someone next to him immediately changed and he couldn't help but speak out.
Send this letter back to room 502, we can avoid conflicts. The messenger's curse should not continue. You should leave the post office like us and return to freedom. If you continue to deliver the letter, you will die miserably.Wang Yong glanced at the letter and he was not in a hurry to tear his face.
Because if he could, he wanted to try to convince the newcomer to stand on his side.
As long as the position changes, there will be no grievances or grudges between each other and misunderstandings can be resolved.
What if I say no?Yang Jian put the black letter in his pocket.
You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letters are related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once this letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign the delivery task. All our fifth floor messengers will be manipulated by the post office and lose their freedom. You are also the messenger from downstairs. You should understand the dangers in the delivery process.
I really can't understand why some people object to what is beneficial to everyone.
The man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.
Liu Ziwen, who used to be an old messenger on the fifth floor of the post office, sent a letter from the fifth floor.Yang Jian glanced at him, shouted out his name, and even learned about some of his past.
The man in the suit named Liu Ziwen's eyes flashed: Since you know so much, I don't understand what you do even more.
You don't need to understand, because you can't understand my approach either.
Yang Jiandao, he did not want to explain, but instead said: I can give you a chance. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to take you to completely deal with the Ghost Post Office. Even if it doesn’t work, at least control the Ghost Post Office and get rid of the fate of delivering letters.
He sent a friendly signal.
Because Yang Jian felt that the messenger on the fifth floor was a good talent. If someone was willing to stand on his side, he could absorb these talents and take them to Dachang City to work for him.
You should also think it carefully before answering. I will only give you this opportunity. If you miss it, it will be a death.After Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.
His strange eyes turned and he peered at everyone.
It was lightly bright, and for most urban residents, they had not yet got up, but for a small number of people, it was the beginning of a day's work.
Every city is similar.
It seems that nothing special today.
But for some people, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that has broken a peaceful life for more than ten years.
The messenger on the fifth floor, hidden in the city, began to act.
They were ready with time and almost no need to contact each other. They just saw the supernatural phenomenon that appeared in the ghost post office and knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost. They had to rush back to the post office as quickly as possible to find the balance again. Only in this way can they continue to live the life they wanted.
So at this moment, almost all the messengers on the fifth floor united.
Whoever dares to restore the operation of the Ghost Post Office will die.
There is no reason, no excuse.
It's just to survive.
It's time to go.A man in his pajamas and a little hair loss came out of a small woodland in the suburbs of the city with mud.
He gasped slightly, as if he was holding something in his hand, covered in soil, as if he had just dug it out.
In front of him, a small road leading to the post office was particularly clear.
The post office is calling them.
If you don’t go to the post office for a long time, the curse of the post office will appear, and the messenger will be chased by evil spirits, and it will be endless.
So, no one dares to reject the post office’s call.
soon.
The man, who was about fifty, wore slippers and was covered in mud, walked on the road to the post office.
Although this is not the first time he has taken this road, after many years, he is still a little emotional and uneasy, because he knows that if he walks too much at night, he will always encounter ghosts, and if he goes to the post office more often, he will never come back.
I hope this time is just a false alarm like the previous few times, and the problem can be solved quickly.The man had no expression on his face and a cold expression, but his heart was no longer as cold as before.
He has a wife and a child.
More than ten years of ordinary people's life have long turned him into an ordinary person again. If he were given ten years, he would not even come this time when his child grew up.
only.
My children are still young now, and my family still needs me. I can’t die yet, at least I can’t.
This man in his fifties is named Wang Yong, a very, very ordinary name. If it weren't for the curse letter he had at the time, he would still be a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.
However, among the previous messengers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe.
Because he had already sent out two letters when he was on the fifth floor, and he was only one letter before he could leave the post office.
However, Wang Yong was not very lucky. He encountered a black letter for the last time, which forced his delivery mission to be suspended.
Wang Yong quickly finished the strange path and came to the gate of the Ghost Post Office.
Colorful neon lights flashing, illuminating a plaque with three big words clearly written on it Ghost Post Office
His eyes moved slightly, he looked, and then pushed the door open.
The lights were already on in the lobby on the first floor of the post office at this moment. The yellow and dim lights dispelled the darkness. Although they were not bright enough, they also illuminated the surroundings.
Although it is relatively early, there are already people in the post office hall on the first floor, and more than one person is there. It is obvious that someone has arrived early at the time point.
There are three people in the hall.
A middle-aged man wearing a designated car clothes had a slightly distorted figure and was no longer as young as he was.
One was a man in a suit and tie, like an elite man, wearing a pair of glasses and a faint smile on his face.
The other one was a woman, who was already in her forties, with her disheveled hair, as if she hadn't woken up, and she was still wearing two dark circles, and was listless.
Are you... Wang Yong?When the others saw someone pushing the door and entering the hall, they immediately turned around and looked at it.
When he saw that it was a middle-aged man wearing pajamas and a little bald, he frowned, recalled his former acquaintance in his mind, and finally compared it in his memory and said with some uncertainty.
Wang Yong nodded slightly and said: I haven’t seen you for more than ten years, and you have changed a lot.
The man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped it: The situation this time was very special. The post office was summoning us all night. Obviously, the black letter had fallen into the hands of the new messenger, but he should still be in the post office. I think this matter should be safer, so I am waiting for your arrival on the first floor.
After all, the times are different. Supernatural events have now appeared in the city. Some people have even controlled the evil spirits and dealt with supernatural events. So we cannot underestimate them just because others are newcomers. It is very likely that this newcomer did not have the luck to break the 502 situation, but really took the black letter with his ability. If this is true, many people will die today.
The woman in her forties with dark circles said: There have been many messengers accumulated over the years, and it is definitely more than just ours.
Wang Yong glanced at: The messengers who have lived to this day are not as many as they imagined. Some people have been possessed by supernatural beings. Although they have left the post office, they cannot live long. Within a few years, the evil ghosts have revived one after another, causing supernatural events. How many are left in the end? It is hard to say.
However, the surviving messenger of the fifth floor will show two extremes: either too weak or too strong or terrible. In the end, those who are neither up nor down can't stand it and take a step first.
There is only one person on the other side, and I think the four of us are enough.The man who was a designated driver's face was gloomy: If I kill him, I have to go back to takeout, which will not affect my work.
This person seems to be working all day long, running takeaway during the day and working as a designated driver at night, which is very hard.
If you have come, then wait a little longer. We are stuck on the first floor and the newcomer can't get out.Wang Yong said.
Others think it makes sense and have no objection.
I have been waiting for a night, and it is not a short while.
About ten minutes later, another messenger came one after another. There were only four people in the lobby on the first floor, but six people had gathered now.
They felt that the six people should be enough and could act. Although there was still a messenger that did not appear, they didn’t know when they would wait if they continued to wait. Moreover, it was enough to face a newcomer, so it would not make much sense to have more.
Let’s just have a few of us for now. Let’s set off and go to the fifth floor.Wang Yong spoke.
The rest of the people had long been unable to wait. They were not willing to stay in the post office for too long. They just wanted to finish the matter and leave here as soon as possible.
A series of rapid footsteps appeared on the old wooden stairs.
They headed straight to the fifth floor without any hesitation, and because it was daytime now, they were not worried about being caught in the post office, so they didn’t need to worry too much about the action. After all, this time they were dealing with people, and in everyone’s subconscious, people are much easier to deal with than ghosts.
At least not afraid or fear.
soon.
The group walked the last stairs with determination to regain peace at the post office.
They pushed open the wooden door and came to the hall on the fifth floor.
Although some messengers have not returned here for many years, the oil paintings hanging on the walls and this quiet hall often appear in their sleep, awakening them in the middle of the night.
The smell here just makes people feel palpitations. If possible, I really don’t want to return to this place again.The man in the suit looked around and began to be alert and nervous.
The door of Room 502 was broken. What happened last night? Even the door was broken?Didn’t the ghost in the room have already run out?
The middle-aged woman was talking, staring at the empty door and the wood chips scattered all over the floor.
It can be imagined that last night someone used very arrogant means to forcibly destroy the door.
Now is not the time to care about the door. This newcomer on the fifth floor is indeed not simple. His ability to destroy the door means that his methods are very powerful, and now he should be resting in a certain room at this time. Note that our arrival is likely to have disturbed him.
Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the remaining doors.
Excluding the three rooms of 501, 502 and 505, there are actually not many rooms left for people to stay in.
Will a group of people join forces still not be able to solve a newcomer?I don't believe it.Another strange messenger on the fifth floor said in a deep voice.
It’s okay to be careful. Even if you can win, others will not be able to fight back. You can kill a few of us even if you fight your life.The man in the suit spoke.
But just as they talk.
Sudden.
Bang!
A loud noise broke the solemn situation at the moment, and the door of Room 507 suddenly opened.
The next moment.
A man was thrown out, rolled down to the ground, and finally lay on his back, motionless.
The man looked a little fat, surrounded by an apron and stained with blood. He opened his eyes wide, but there was no trace of his eyes.
This is...the soul-catching envoy, Zhao Feng?Why did he appear here?
I'm afraid I couldn't help but come to the post office alone to kill this newcomer, so I was killed by someone. This guy was a little arrogant before, but I didn't expect that he hadn't changed this problem yet.Someone sneered.
No, he seems to be still breathing and is not dead yet.
Someone observed it, but found that Zhao Feng had not completely died and was still alive.
Even if he didn't die, the situation is not much different from death. What does the other party mean by saving Zhao Feng's life?Don't want to break up?Or are you reluctant to deal with a corpse?
All are quiet.
Wang Yong immediately shouted softly, stopping the discussion of these messengers on the fifth floor.
Do these people have no vigilance when they see Zhao Feng’s fate?
Kill Zhao Feng or capture Zhao Feng, which is more difficult, just think about it.
Although Zhao Feng was a little arrogant in the past, it is undeniable that he is indeed very capable. He had killed the new messenger who went to the fifth floor alone.
Wang Yong drank the rest and put away all kinds of thoughts.
Everyone looked at room 507.
now.
The door of the room was open, and there was a heavy footsteps coming from inside. It was obvious that someone was walking out of the room.
You came to the post office so early, probably not for the delivery of the letter. Moreover, there should be more than a few of you messengers on the fifth floor, and there are still people who haven’t come?A cold, as if emotionless voice sounded.
But a young man in his twenties appeared at the door of the room with a strange spear in his hand and expressionless face.
As expected, Yang Jian waited for these people at around six o'clock.
They can't wait to come to the post office to restore the so-called balance.
Did you kill Zhao Feng?Are all the newcomers at the post office so powerful now? An old messenger on the fifth floor ended up so miserably.Wang Yong took a step forward and he expressed his position and attitude.
Wang Yong?Yang Jian looked at him: A ruthless man who sent two letters on the fifth floor.
Do you know me?Wang Yong frowned and then looked at Zhao Feng on the ground.
This guy was afraid that he would leak all the information on the fifth floor. No wonder this new man was in a hurry to kill him after he caught him. It turned out that he wanted to torture important information.
I know everything I should know, no need to be silly, you want this thing.Yang Jian reached out and shook his hand.
A black letter appeared in his hand.
Sure enough, it was in his hands.The faces of someone next to him immediately changed and he couldn't help but speak out.
Send this letter back to room 502, we can avoid conflicts. The messenger's curse should not continue. You should leave the post office like us and return to freedom. If you continue to deliver the letter, you will die miserably.Wang Yong glanced at the letter and he was not in a hurry to tear his face.
Because if he could, he wanted to try to convince the newcomer to stand on his side.
As long as the position changes, there will be no grievances or grudges between each other and misunderstandings can be resolved.
What if I say no?Yang Jian put the black letter in his pocket.
You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letters are related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once this letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign the delivery task. All our fifth floor messengers will be manipulated by the post office and lose their freedom. You are also the messenger from downstairs. You should understand the dangers in the delivery process.
I really can't understand why some people object to what is beneficial to everyone.
The man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.
Liu Ziwen, who used to be an old messenger on the fifth floor of the post office, sent a letter from the fifth floor.Yang Jian glanced at him, shouted out his name, and even learned about some of his past.
The man in the suit named Liu Ziwen's eyes flashed: Since you know so much, I don't understand what you do even more.
You don't need to understand, because you can't understand my approach either.
Yang Jiandao, he did not want to explain, but instead said: I can give you a chance. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to take you to completely deal with the Ghost Post Office. Even if it doesn’t work, at least control the Ghost Post Office and get rid of the fate of delivering letters.
He sent a friendly signal.
Because Yang Jian felt that the messenger on the fifth floor was a good talent. If someone was willing to stand on his side, he could absorb these talents and take them to Dachang City to work for him.
You should also think it carefully before answering. I will only give you this opportunity. If you miss it, it will be a death.After Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.
His strange eyes turned and he peered at everyone.
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