Mysterious resurgence

The fifth floor of the post office.

In room 502.

Yang Jian's eyes showed a little fatigue. He had used too much supernatural power. Even with supernatural weapons, the situation was not optimistic.

But the results were pretty good.

He successfully entered the bedroom in Room 502 and found the source of the supernatural in this room.

There is something similar to a god in the room. There are two small red lights on the left and right sides. The scarlet color is weird. In the middle is a small figure sitting on his knees. The figure is wearing clothes and has his eyes closed. As if asleep.

"Where have you seen such an arrangement before?"

Yang Jian held the spear in his hand tightly: "By the way, I remembered it. It was in the room where the supernatural incident occurred in Room 301 of Dachuan City. There was a god in that room, but it was empty. There is no idol to worship.”

"So, is this the thing on the divine throne?"

The villain took a closer look and found that it was not a clay statue or a wood carving, but a skinny and shriveled corpse that had been specially treated.

It was as if an unfinished ghost baby had been made into such a statue by some supernatural means.

As for the purpose of this thing, Yang Jian didn't know, but he was sure that it was this ghost thing that affected the entire room.

He approached again with a vigilant look.

At this time, he discovered some clues. There was a photo underneath the kneeling figure. The photo had faded badly and was old, but it was still vaguely identifiable. The photo seemed to be about Room 502.

Moreover, the architectural layout in the photos is distorting and changing, like a movie screen, the picture is moving.

"This is not an accidental supernatural phenomenon, but a man-made supernatural place. Someone uses such a thing to affect the entire room, creating a sinister room that can only be entered but not exited, trapping the messenger who enters the room. It has trapped the evil ghost in this room."

Yang Jian peeked with ghostly eyes and roughly understood all this in his heart.

He moved closer.

The scene in front of him was distorting and changing rapidly, and it seemed that no one was allowed to approach the statue. Walls appeared on the originally empty wall, and the surrounding ground changed again. Yang Jian, who was originally in the room, actually appeared in the room again. In the living room.

Yang Jian didn't move, but the whole room moved.

No matter how he uses his supernatural power, it will forcefully knock him back to where he started.

There were mutilated corpses on the floor of the living room. There was a dull sound from the direction of the bathroom, and blood seeped out from the cracks in the bathroom door.

"I already roughly know how to deal with this situation. The supernatural has affected the entire room, so the most important thing is to interfere with the supernatural. As long as the supernatural is disturbed, there will be flaws in the room, and it can even restore the affected area to its normal state. The way it was before.”

"Ghosts that can affect reality have a high level of terror, and ordinary ghost controllers who want to interfere with them cannot do so."

"But unfortunately, I am not an ordinary ghost controller."

The ghost shadow behind Yang Jian shook, and then a dark shadow spread out in all directions along his feet, quickly covering the ground, then the walls, and then the ceiling.

But all the buildings in this room are covered in ghosts.

"Now, I want to see how you can affect reality and change everything." Yang Jian had no expression on his face and walked toward the bedroom again.

At this time, the walls twisted, the ceiling shook violently, and the whole room seemed like an earthquake had occurred.

Yang Jian didn't waste time, he quickly came to the room.

The god is still there.

The skinny little man on the throne is still kneeling on a photo, exactly the same as before.

The closer Yang Jian got, the more violently the nearby buildings shook.

The ghost felt Yang Jian's presence and tried to change the surrounding environment, but this change was interfered with because the walls and the ground were covered by ghost shadows. Although this influence was very powerful, Yang Jian's ghost Kage doesn't need to completely resist, he just needs to hold on for more than ten seconds.

This little time is enough for Yang Jian to take action.

He quickly walked to the altar and reached out to grab it.

Instead of getting the body of the weird little man kneeling on the throne, he took away the photo underneath the body of the little man.

Photos are the medium, which is key to influencing the entire room.

As the photo was pulled away.

next moment.

The shaking room immediately returned to calm, and the supernatural power no longer interfered with Room 502.

Then, the lights in the living room flickered.

The yellow light came on again.

The man who claimed to be Lao Li appeared again. He was still standing in the living room with an expressionless face, like a cold corpse. He looked at the door that appeared again, and at this moment he understood that the person in this room was The supernatural arrangement was broken.

"Yang Jian. You did it."

Yang Jian tore up the old photo at this moment.

The throne was still there, but the little man kneeling on it did not move, and he did not take the initiative to contact it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"You showed up again?" Yang Jian glanced at him: "You have something to hide from me. This room is not a haunted room in the simple sense, but a supernatural place artificially arranged. The purpose is to trap you here. No, to be precise, I should leave this black letter here."

"What does this mean? I think you should know."

Lao Li said: "You can do this, and it doesn't matter if you know many things. If you can't survive today, then it's useless to know. You are right, this room was carefully decorated by the previous messenger One bureau, because black letters appeared in the post office, they had to come up with such a method."

"A simple way to avoid being cursed by the post office without tearing up the letter is to leave this black letter in the hands of a fifth-floor courier forever."

"Ordinary messengers will be killed by the curse of the letter if they don't deliver the letter."

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and said: "So they need to artificially create an alien, that is, an existence like you, who is a messenger, a dead person, and a ghost. In this case, even the curse of the post office cannot kill you. .”

"So the letter was left in this room forever, and some kind of letter delivery mission was suspended indefinitely?"

Lao Li nodded and said: "Your inference is very accurate. This is the situation. This method is bold and risky, but the result is obvious. We succeeded."

us?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "You also cooperated with the action?"

"Of course, I thought it was a good way and an opportunity to end the fate of the messenger."

Lao Li said: "At that time, someone had to make a sacrifice, and I was the sacrifice. This was not decided by me alone, but by everyone."

"You set up this situation, why do you want to break it now?" Yang Jian said.

"The situation has changed, supernatural events have begun to appear outside, and the post office has begun to lose control. Everything is heading in the wrong direction. I think it is necessary for the courier to exist. If my death brings an end to the fate of the courier on the fifth floor, Then the death of the messenger is the end of the supernatural events."

"This is the conclusion I came to later, so the messenger must deliver the message, must die, and must accept this fate." Lao Li said: "So, now it is the turn of the messenger on the fifth floor to take on this responsibility."

"I'm afraid that the messenger on the fifth floor is not willing to do this." Yang Jian said with a bit of a sneer.

Old Li looked numb and said: "That's true, so new messengers are constantly dying trying to break the balance. You have also seen the corpses in the room. These are the fifth floor messengers who died here before. If you can't do it today , you will also be one of these corpses."

"But you did it, then the operation of the post office will start again, starting with this black letter."

"Everything will change for the better."

Yang Jian looked at the black letter in his hand: "I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. If I get this black letter, I'm afraid it will arouse the hostility of many messengers on the fifth floor."

"Are you afraid?" Lao Li asked.

"Afraid? They should be afraid of me. The messenger on the fifth floor should be killed if he is not wrong." Yang Jian's tone was cold, as if he wanted to clear the entire floor.

"That's good. At six o'clock tomorrow, the lights will be on at the post office. All the couriers on the fifth floor should be there. You have to be careful." Old Li said.

"You don't need to remind me about this." Yang Jian said, "I have a few questions to ask you."

He found that Lao Li couldn't steal memories like this, so he could only ask, because this Lao Li had no body and was not a ghost, but a supernatural phenomenon that relied on the existence of ghosts.

The balance in room 502 was broken today, and it is estimated that he will not exist for long.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask." Old Li said, "But what I know is very limited."

"What are those oil paintings of figures outside the hall on the fifth floor?" Yang Jian said

Lao Li was silent for a moment, still without any expression. It wasn't until some strange noises came from the toilet that he immediately said: "I already had those oil paintings before I came to the post office. We have guessed that those paintings should have successfully escaped from the post office. For the couriers on the fifth floor, every person who has delivered three letters and successfully left the post office will have an oil painting."

"Why is the post office doing this? What's the point of doing this?" Yang Jian frowned.

Old Li said: "After the post office courier on the fifth floor delivered three letters, he had three choices. I don't know whether the information is true or false. I can only tell you what I know."

"Which three choices?" Yang Jian asked.

Lao Li said: "The first option is to leave the post office, and the second option is to return to the first floor of the post office, but in exchange, a person in the oil painting can be resurrected."

"Um?"

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "Wait a minute, only those who leave the post office will leave the oil paintings, so what's the point of resurrecting the people on the oil paintings?"

"It should be an arrangement to re-absorb the previous couriers back to the post office. After all, it is unusual for the couriers to leave from the fifth floor. However, everything is just speculation. I don't know why the post office made such an arrangement." Old Li said: "As for The third point is not to leave the post office, nor to resurrect the people who left, but to choose a road leading to an unknown floor."

"No one knows what that road is, and no one chooses that road. It is a mystery. Some people speculate that there is an unknown sixth floor of the post office. Some people say that the secrets of the post office can be learned there, but no one dares to bet on the unknown. , so there is no relevant intelligence information.”

Yang Jian frowned.

It seems that there are really many secrets on the fifth floor.

"Last question, what is the function of the black letter?" Yang Jian asked.

Lao Li said: "This is also an uncertain answer. If the yellow letter represents ordinary and the red letter represents danger, then the black letter most likely represents death. We suspected that the post office was going to kill the fifth floor. of all the messengers, hence the black letters.”

"Of course, there is another guess. I also made a guess based on the conditions for delivering the letter at the time."

"I still remember that the conditions for delivering the message at that time were that all the messengers on the fifth floor must participate in the mission of delivering the message. The person who successfully delivers the message in the end will survive, and the remaining messengers will be regarded as failed in delivering the message and suffer the curse of failure."

"A message delivery mission that only allows one person to succeed?"

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "This is indeed a death mission. All participants will die and only one will survive. No wonder you chose this method instead of delivering the letter and left this black letter in the post office."

"Until now, the letter delivery task is still going on and has not stopped, because the letter delivery task has a special requirement, that is, the task time starts from the day the post office leaves." Lao Li glanced at Yang Jian.

"If this is the case, then the purpose of the post office is not to deliver letters, but to screen out a special messenger. That person must be strong enough in all aspects, otherwise he will not be able to hold the letter, and what will happen after that person completes the task What, I think this is worth looking forward to." Yang Jian said calmly.

There was a vague guess in his mind.

The black letter may be a postmaster's letter.

The courier who successfully delivers this letter may become the new post office manager.

Of course, this is just a guess, and he is not sure whether it is correct.

"You should be thinking about how to deal with what happens next instead of staying here. The ghost is already out of control and you will be in danger." Lao Li said again.

In the bathroom, more and more sticky blood was flowing out, and at the same time, the broken corpse in the living room gradually started to move again.

The cold atmosphere in the bedroom became thicker and thicker.

The supernatural revives again.

But the only good news is that the lights in room 502 are on again, which means that the ghost has been suppressed by the post office, and at the same time, the door and exit to the outside has appeared without the supernatural influence.

Now, Yang Jian can leave at any time.

He wasn't too anxious.

He could handle the appearance of the evil ghost. He tried to continue to inquire about intelligence from this man named Lao Li and asked for some key information.

"Have you ever seen a corpse in a glass bottle?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Sometimes the sound of rolling glass bottles comes from the room next door, but there is a ghost in that room." Lao Li revealed a piece of information: "There is also that thing in one of the oil paintings, but it is not easy to find."

"Is it in the next room or the oil painting? I know, is there anything else?" Yang Jian asked.

There are only two puzzle pieces in his hand, and if you count these two, it shouldn't be enough to put together a corpse.

"I don't know." Old Li said.

"What is the identity of the corpse in the glass bottle? Do you know?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Some people have found it before, but they have never found it all. It is a mystery. I have studied it before, but finally gave up." Lao Li said.

From what I heard, the corpse in the glass bottle had been there for at least ten years, maybe even longer.