I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 129 The hero who saves the world, the devil who destroys the world

"Part-time job? Are you still working part-time?"

Lin Yuan's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, and then he explained earnestly: "You don't have to work so hard. It's not easy to do a good job. You are still young, so don't push yourself. Too tight."

He Yin'er held the red envelope and said helplessly: "Brother Yuan, I haven't received my first month's salary yet. I would have starved to death if I didn't do some part-time work, and I also work part-time in my free time. It won’t delay the work in the store.”

You've already delayed work in the store!

Lin Yuan wanted to say this very much, but the salary... forget it, Liu Qingqing was still in the store anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem to let her work for one more day.

But he still felt a little unhappy, "What kind of part-time job do you have? Is the salary high?"

"I work part-time at a post office delivering letters, and there is an urgent letter to be delivered today, so the delay may be a bit much. As for the salary...it's okay."

The ghost post office is also a post office.

"Post office?" Lin Yuan asked doubtfully, "Now that technology is so advanced, do people still write letters? Isn't it just a phone call or a text message?"

"Because there are some places where there is no signal, messages have to be delivered."

As long as you don't mention supernatural beings and ghosts, you can talk about anything.

Lin Yuan suddenly became interested, "The place you are talking about is the place where the really rich people live, right? Because technology is too advanced now, it is easy to destroy it through technology, so I created a separate place to block outside signals. To achieve the effect of protecting yourself?"

He Yin'er tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "That should be the case, they should...some of them are quite rich."

The letters delivered by the ghost post office are usually for ghosts, and ghosts themselves are a resource for the Peace Hotel. Coupled with the occasional supernatural items, it is indeed no problem to say that they have money.

After all, they could send themselves to the Peace Hotel.

"That's great. Where is your post office? How do you write and deliver letters? I also want to send some letters to those rich people. Or you can help promote our hotel when you deliver letters, and I will give you a commission! Well, there are still a lot of rich people in this world. I have never met them before. Even the people in charge are so poor that they have to eat Overlord meals. Sure enough, the rich people are hiding! As long as they know about our Peace Hotel , the store’s business will definitely skyrocket!”

Lin Yuan was very excited, but He Yin'er's mouth twitched.

Let her go to those supernatural places to promote the Peace Hotel?

That requires Li Gui to be able to understand human speech. I bet Lin Yuan, the store manager, is even more deceitful than the ghost post office. At least the ghost post office will give you a letter to deliver. Lin Yuan just said it in one sentence.

However, let Lin Yuan come to the ghost post office?

He Yin'er's eyes flickered, "Luo Wensong is dead. One of his ghosts was captured by the Peace Hotel, and the remaining ghosts are still in the ghost post office. If the store manager comes over, maybe he can put Luo Wensong's ghost puzzle back together again. , forming a brand new terrifying ghost!"

When he thought of that scene, He Yin'er... didn't feel much.

There are indeed many ghosts in the Ghost Post Office, and the existence of this kind of supernatural place is not very friendly to ordinary people.

Every time a letter is delivered, it means that at least one terrifying ghost has resurrected, just like the ghost post office is fueling the ghost's resurrection.

But He Yin'er knew it very well.

Luo Wensong's original intention of establishing the Ghost Post Office was to train a group of powerful ghost controllers and let them shoulder the responsibility of suppressing ghosts and eliminating supernatural incidents.

The current ghost post office is obviously on the wrong path.

Since we have taken the wrong path, then letting another terrifying existence come over will not make the current situation even worse, right?

Although He Yin'er didn't take the identity of the person in charge of the headquarters too seriously, if she could save a few more people, she would be obliged to do so.

"As long as you invite the store manager over, he can come directly to the ghost post office, just like he took me away several times before."

He Yin'er had a plan in mind, and when she was about to speak, she suddenly felt that the air around her became colder, and the candlelight in the corridor was blown out by the inexplicable wind.

Darkness falls, and a feeling of terror and depression comes.

He Yin'er's face changed slightly, just because the ghost in her body was also suppressed, and the call with Lin Yuan was inexplicably hung up, but she was not afraid, and did not make any unnecessary movements, she just said coldly: "Zhang Xianguang , what’s the point of pretending to be a ghost?”

"Weakness is the original sin. Your strength cannot support you speaking to me in such a tone. Or do you think that His coming will be faster than me killing you?"

Zhang Xianguang's voice rang out all around, as if he had transformed into the darkness itself. The cold feeling became more and more serious, and the space seemed to be solidified.

He Yin'er looked around and sneered: "If you dare to do it, then give it a try."

After a brief silence, Zhang Xianguang sighed helplessly, "You win."

"In that case, come out. What kind of man are you hiding?" He Yin'er's tone was very unkind, but who let Zhang Xianguang take the lead?

The surrounding darkness dissipated and the lights illuminated again.

Only then did He Yin'er realize that to her right, Zhang Xianguang in a Chinese tunic suit was standing there quietly, "Are you stopping me from telling him the location of the ghost post office?"

Zhang Xianguang said sternly: "That's right. The existence of the ghost post office is very special, and we shouldn't face an unknown and terrifying existence like this. At least for now, it cannot be destroyed. You were born relatively late, and there are many things you cannot do. I can’t help but. Our generation has made a lot of efforts to completely solve supernatural events. Many people have failed, but there are also many people who have put their hope in the present. The ghost post office is a very important node, at least until the plan comes to fruition. Should be lost.”

He Yin'er sneered: "So you just let a letter be sent out, revive one evil ghost after another, and kill innocent people one after another?"

Zhang Xianguang asked: "This is a very simple multiple-choice question. When the train arrives at a crossing railway track, there is a tied child on one track and seven tied children on the other track. What do you think? Which side will you choose to sacrifice?"

He Yin'er naturally did not answer. She said coldly: "Is this the reason why you stand by and watch the existence of the ghost post office?"

Zhang Xianguang was very calm, as if he was giving a lesson to an ignorant child, and preached: "Sacrifice a small number of people in exchange for a peaceful and beautiful world without supernatural events or evil spirits in the future. Such sacrifices will is worth it."

He Yin'er sneered, "So it's up to you to decide who will be sacrificed, right? What qualifications do you have to decide the fate of others, and why do you let them sacrifice their lives in fear and unknown, for yours?" Can’t you see the future sacrifice of hope?”

Zhang Xianguang said: "The survival of human beings is the choice of the collective will. The individual will must obey the decision of the collective will. It is a very simple truth. Whether it is humans or animal populations, the biological evolution of the earth over the past billions of years is nothing more than They are just repeating unchanging laws. They do not have the power to determine their own destiny, others do, and this person can naturally determine the destiny of others for the future survival of the race."

He Yin'er was silent.

Rather than being persuaded by Zhang Xianguang, I felt that Zhang Xianguang was a little obsessed.

"I won't tell the 'store manager' about the existence of the ghost post office for the time being. The next time you go to the Peace Hotel, I want to see what your face will look like when someone can decide your fate."

He Yin'er left, taking the red envelope with him.

Darkness struck again, covering the corridor and Zhang Xianguang's figure. In a photo frame on the side, Yang Xiaotian looked at the darkness pouring in from the entrance and chuckled: "Your path can convince even a little girl." No."

"That's because she doesn't understand the despair of evil spirits at all, and she doesn't have the expectations of Luo Wensong's generation, let alone Luo Wensong's courage to die as a martyr. But it doesn't matter, the moment my plan is perfected, the world will fall into chaos again Peace."

Luo Wensong's death was not accidental.

Luo Wensong, who has lived from the Republic of China to the present, has not come to the natural end of his life. After dismembering his ghost, he jumped out of the sixth floor of the ghost post office.

The ghost post office manager cannot leave the ghost post office, otherwise he will die.

Luo Wensong was the founder of the Ghost Post Office, but he could not violate this rule. He chose to jump to his death, taking the dismembered knocker with him, for Zhang Xianguang's plan, and for the future that Mr. Qin found. .

Yang Xiaotian was also full of respect for this old man of the Republic of China who died calmly, but he had different opinions on Zhang Xianguang's plan, "If you succeed, no one will know about your achievements, and you may even have to hide here all the time. , watching other people enjoy ordinary lives from a world away."

Zhang Xianguang chuckled and said: "This is the path I have chosen. Whether the future is bitter or sweet, I will have no complaints."

Yang Xiaotian sighed, "So, you already have a way to deal with the Peace Hotel? Or do you think that the ghostly realm of ghost paintings can envelope the Peace Hotel and suppress all its supernatural powers, or resist the invasion of the Peace Hotel? ?”

Zhang Xianguang's expression changed slightly, and he was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "There is still a long way to go, but it all depends on people."

"Then, I will be here to witness it for you. I hope that the future you sketched will come soon. Then, we will be in this ghost post office and look at the world of ordinary people together."

"Are you afraid that I will degenerate from a hero who saves the world to a devil who destroys the world? It doesn't matter, I also need a witness for my future. My father is about to die, and you are just the right person."

"Haha! That's my honor. Why don't you call me Daddy to hear it?"

"I dare to scream, do you dare to agree?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)