Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Yue Li stayed on the fifth floor of the post office for a long time, but he didn't find anything unusual or any valuable clues.

He suddenly became impatient.

"It seems that there is nothing to gain on the fifth floor. How about we go to other places along the stairs?" Yue Li suddenly suggested.

He looked in the direction of the staircase connecting the fifth floor.

Then a look of surprise appeared on Yue Li's face.

He remembered very clearly that when they climbed to the fifth floor, the wooden door at the staircase exit closed automatically, but now it is in a half-closed state.

"Could it be that at night, the staircase door on the fifth floor of the post office will open automatically?"

Yue Li was sure that this wooden door was not opened by him or any of Yang Jian, Li Yang, or Ding Hui.

"If this is true, does it mean that the ghost post office actually encourages the messengers of the post office to come out and explore after the lights are turned off at night?"

Since there is no more evidence and clues, Yue Li can only make bold guesses based on the current situation.

Although he doesn't know what the purpose of the ghost post office is, it is also a good thing for Yue Li.

This makes it more convenient for him to go to other places.

After hearing what Yue Li said, Yang Jian, who was standing by, was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

They had checked the fifth floor many times, but no valuable clues were found, which made Yang Jian a little disappointed.

Maybe clues could be found in other places.

After seeing Yang Jian nod in agreement, Yue Li walked straight to the wooden door and opened it directly.

Suddenly, a staircase leading down appeared in front of Yue Li, and it seemed that he could really go to other places in the post office along this staircase.

However, Yue Li felt that it should be possible to reach the lobby on the first floor through this staircase.

After all, entering and exiting the post office requires passing through the lobby on the first floor.

It might be difficult to go to other floors.

Because he had not heard from the messengers on other floors that there were messengers on the higher floors appearing on the lower floors.

No matter what the real situation is, it doesn't matter now. He can try it himself and know it accurately.

Yue Li gestured to Yang Jian behind him, and then stepped onto the stairs and walked down.

The old wooden staircase made a "creaking" sound in the darkness, as if it would collapse at any time due to disrepair.

However, this is just an appearance. The essence of this staircase is also a kind of supernatural power.

As long as there is no problem with the ghost post office, even if the staircase becomes more dilapidated, it will not collapse.

Walking on the stairs, the surroundings are shrouded in a black haze like thick fog, and ordinary people can't see the situation downstairs at all.

Even Yue Li, who has opened the ghost eye, can only see a very limited distance.

The same is true for Yang Jian behind him.

However, just after the two walked down a distance, their footsteps could not help but pause.

Just now, both of them heard a sound from the stairs below;

That was footsteps.

Although the footsteps seemed to be a little far away from the two, there was no doubt that the footsteps really existed.

In other words, there was probably another "person" walking up the stairs at this time.

Yang Jian frowned at this moment: "Could it be a fierce ghost?"

In fact, the first thing Yue Li thought of when he heard the footsteps was also a fierce ghost.

Because it is the time when the lights in the post office are turned off, it is basically impossible for living people to enter and leave the post office during this period.

Only evil spirits will wander around after the lights in the post office are turned off.

Of course, this is just a suspicion and cannot be completely confirmed.

"The footsteps seem to have stopped?" Yue Li suddenly frowned.

After hearing the footsteps just now, Yue Li has been paying attention, but the footsteps just now did not continue.

It seems to have stopped on a certain step below.

It's a pity that the stairs are shrouded in darkness like haze, even the ghost eyes can't completely see the desk, so it is impossible to determine the source of the footsteps.

Unfortunately, Yue Li and Yang Jian guessed wrong this time.

The person on the stairs below them was not an evil spirit, but a person, or more accurately, a messenger, or a messenger on the fifth floor.

It turned out that after Yue Li took the black letter out of Room 502, the messenger on the fifth floor received a call from the ghost post office.

This let a group of messengers who hid their identities know that the fifth floor of the post office started to operate again.

This is something they can't accept.

The only solution now is to take back the black letter and put it back in Room 502.

It's just because it's night time now, and the ghost post office is in the lights-out period.

There are still several hours before the lights are turned on at 6 o'clock.

So basically all the messengers are waiting, and they will enter the post office after dawn.

But there are also messengers who are worried about the long night and many dreams, and they can't hold back and go directly to the post office.

Although there are dangers in the post office after the lights are turned off, for the messengers on the fifth floor, this danger is not completely insurmountable.

With a creaking sound, the door of the post office was pushed open directly, and then a figure walked into the post office.

It was a fat man, about fifty years old, wearing an apron when working, with a fishy smell on his body, and seemed to be a fishmonger.

And it seems that he worked overtime at night, because there was fresh blood on his apron, which was not dry.

The fat man was holding a rusty iron hook in his hand.

It looked like a hook used to hang corpses in a slaughterhouse.

The fat man's name was Zhao Feng.

But when he was delivering letters, the former messenger gave him a nickname.

The Soul Catcher.

The nickname sounds a bit second-year, but it was a well-known existence in the post office more than ten years ago.

And this nickname means strength and a kind of recognition between messengers.

When he was young, he was also a mature and charming handsome man, but unfortunately time makes people old, and those are already in the past.

Today, Zhao Feng is just an ordinary fishmonger.

Zhao Feng, who walked into the post office, first glanced at the surrounding environment, and a complex look flashed across his face, and finally all turned into firmness and indifference.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent;

"After killing this new guy, we still have time to go back and kill the remaining fish. This is not the first time we have done this. It will be over soon."

As the voice fell, the man's face returned to expressionlessness again.

Then, without any hesitation, he walked straight to the stairs leading upstairs.

"Dong, dong dong!"

Then, a series of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.

The stairs went straight from the first floor to the fifth floor, and there was no way to go to other floors.

Zhao Feng went up the stairs.

Suddenly, his footsteps paused.

Then he stopped, and his slightly fat face showed a bit of solemnity and vigilance;

He looked up, but all he saw was darkness, and he couldn't see anything else.