Mysterious Resurrection

Right now he is looking for a room to wait for his teammates, staying in the lobby of the post office, being stared at by these oil paintings, somewhat uncomfortable, and those lingering horrors will watch him sooner or later, this is a very troublesome thing, very It is easy for newcomers to pick peaches.

If he was fighting against the ghost, then he would not be able to fight against the newcomer, and the end would naturally be the end of being picked peaches.

After thinking about it, he came to room 503. He took out an old small box from his pocket, and took out a brown brooch with mottled bloodstains from the box.

After taking out the brooch, Zhao Feng bent down and scratched back and forth in the crack of the door below, as if he was looking for something.

Naturally, Yang Jian, Lu An, and Li Yang heard the movements on the fifth floor clearly.

"Is there a messenger here?" Li Yang asked.

If Lu An hadn't said those words before, Li Yang and even Yang Jian would have felt that the noise might be made by ghosts wandering around. Although it was not impossible to think that the messenger might have arrived early, they would definitely not be so firm.

"There should be only one person, so go meet him, just to steal his memory." Yang Jianwu's cracked spear was ready to go, and he couldn't wait to stab Zhao Feng outside the door through his head.

"Then I'll stay and guard the gate." Li Yang said very self-aware.

The door of the room was pushed open, and Zhao Feng, who was still scratching at the bottom, changed his expression immediately, and turned his head to look at the room that opened the door, which was room 507 at the back.

Putting away the brown brooch with mottled blood in his hand, Zhao Feng looked warily at the two people who came out of Room 507.

"Sure enough, it's a messenger. Was it by surprise?" Yang Jian's tone was slightly mocking.

The movements in his hands were not slow, and the ghost shadow under his feet instantly covered Zhao Feng. He felt his body gradually become stiff, but he was a little unable to move.

However, he is not a character who sits and waits to die. The iron hook in his hand shakes, and the moment he is touched, he senses the huge black ghost on the ground.

And his target was the black ghost on the ground. The iron hook hit the black ghost, and the indescribable feeling of being enveloped disappeared instantly.

But the moment he breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Jian had already appeared in front of him, and before he had time to make any movements, the cracked spear in his hand had already pierced his arm holding the iron hook.

Zhao Feng let out a cry of pain, his eyes became terrified, this newcomer is too terrifying, he has no chance of winning at all, whether he can leave here alive is a question.

"Your memory belongs to me." Yang Jian said.

"You still have such a taboo method, you are not a newcomer at all..." Zhao Feng wanted to continue to say something, but his words stopped abruptly the next moment.

Yang Jian has stolen his memory and erased all of his memory, his mind is blank now.

Yang Jian raised his gun and dropped it, the cracked spear directly pierced his head, bleeding all over the floor.

"There are not many useful clues, and there is no news about the ghost master named Yin'er. She is the captain of the headquarters. She must know more about the secrets of the post office than us, but there should be other realities." Yang Jian said.

"Go back to the room first, don't forget, there are spoils of war." Lu An said.

Yang Jian took away the iron hook on Zhao Feng's body, as well as the small box, turned around and returned to room 507. As for Zhao Feng's body, neither Yang Jian nor Lu An had the habit of being cleaned up.

"How do you divide it?" Yang Jian asked.

"Wait until dawn, when those messengers come, kill them and then distribute them. I shouldn't have to do it, right? Let me help you to contain it. After all, you want to steal the memory, and you won't be able to steal it after it's been cold for too long." Lu Ando.

"Yes, there is one more thing you should know in your heart. I can't send this black letter, so I will tear up this black letter. You have to fight this price with me." Yang Jian said.

"Yes." Lu An said.

The two reached a consensus and had nothing to say overnight.

Six o'clock in the morning for some individual people

In other words, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that broke the peaceful life of more than ten years.

The couriers on the fifth floor hidden in the city started to act. They took the time to get ready and hardly needed to contact each other. They just saw the supernatural phenomenon in the post office and knew that the balance of the fifth floor had been lost. They had to use I rushed back to the post office as quickly as possible to regain my balance. Only in this way can I continue to live the life I want.

So at this moment, almost all the messengers on the fifth floor unite. Whoever dares to resume the operation of the ghost post office will die. There is no reason or excuse, it is just for survival.

People are selfish, and not many people can be like that old Li who is willing to sacrifice himself. In their eyes, Lao Li is just a fool, a fool who sacrificed himself. They will be more or less moved in their hearts, but It's more that he is an idiot.

"It's time to go." A 50-year-old man in pajamas with a bit of hair loss came out of a small forest on the outskirts of the city covered in mud.

He was panting slightly, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, covered in dirt, as if he had just dug it out.

Ahead of him, a path was clearly visible leading to the post office, which called to 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 hunted down by ghosts, and it will be endless.

Therefore, no one dared to refuse the call of the post office.

The 50-year-old man walked up the road leading to the post office despite being covered in mud in slippers.

Although it is not the first time he has walked on this road, after many years, he is still a little bit emotional and uneasy, because he knows that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts, and if you go to the post office more times, there will always be one time will not come back.

"I hope this time it's just a false alarm like the previous few times, and the problem can be resolved quickly." The man said with a blank expression.

He has a wife and a child, and the life of an ordinary person for more than ten years has already turned him into an ordinary person again. If he is given another ten years, when the child grows up, he will not even come here. .

It's just that my child is still young, my family still needs me, and I can't die, at least not now.

This 50-year-old man is called Wang Yong, with a very, very ordinary name. If it weren’t for the cursed letter, he would still be a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.

However, among the former couriers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe, because he had sent out two full letters when he was on the fifth floor, and he was only one letter away from the post office.

However, Wang Yong was not very lucky. The last time he encountered a black letter, his mission of delivering the letter was forced to be suspended.

Wang Yong quickly finished the weird path, and he came to the door of the ghost post office.

Colorful neon lights flicker, illuminating a plaque with three large characters "ghost post office" clearly written on it

He moved his eyes slightly, took a look, and then pushed the door in. The hall on the first floor of the post office was already lit up. The dim yellow light dispelled the darkness. Although it was not bright enough, it also illuminated the surroundings.

Although it is relatively early now, there are already people in the lobby of the post office on the first floor, and there are more than one person. Obviously, someone has come ahead of time, and there are three people in the lobby.

A middle-aged man wearing a replacement driver's clothes, his figure is a bit out of shape, no longer the state of his youth.

One is a man in a suit and tie, like an elite, with a pair of glasses and a faint smile on his face.

The other one was a woman, in her forties, with disheveled hair, as if she hadn't woken up, with two dark circles under her eyes, listless.

Wang Yong saw that these former teammates had changed their appearance, and some people were forced to deliver food for their livelihood. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Even so, compared with the post office's mission of delivering letters, life's pressure is nothing. .

"You are Wang Yong?" One of the messengers asked uncertainly.

"Yes." Wang Yong responded
said aloud.

"Great." The inquiring man said with an excited expression on his face.

Now these messengers who entered the post office in advance seem to have found the backbone. They know Wang Yong's strength best. He will lead everyone to kill that terrifying newcomer, restore the balance of the post office, and let everyone return to the post office again. into normal life.