Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Time always passes by unknowingly.

Soon it was already early morning.

At this time, the sky in the real world was already slightly bright.

In order to live, most ordinary people already need to get up and prepare for the work that is about to begin.

But because Yue Li took the black letter out of Room 502, this broke the peaceful life of many people for more than ten years.

The messenger on the fifth floor who hides his identity and power and lives in the city like an ordinary person.

Seeing the path leading to the post office that suddenly appeared, all the messengers knew that the balance of the fifth floor had been lost.

They had to start to act.

They must rush back to the post office as quickly as possible and regain balance. Only in this way can they continue to live the life they want.

Although they are all distributed in different cities, facing the changes in the post office, they don’t even need to contact each other, and they all tacitly grasp the time and prepare.

At this moment, the messengers on the fifth floor have united.

Whoever dares to resume the operation of the ghost post office will die.

There is no reason, and no excuse is needed.

It’s all for survival.

"It's time to go."

A fifty-year-old man in pajamas with a little hair loss walked out of a small wood on the outskirts of the city, covered in mud.

He panted slightly, and seemed to be holding something in his hand, covered with mud, as if he had just dug it out of the ground.

The man looked at the time, and then looked at the path leading to the post office in front of him.

Compared to last night, the path back to the post office has become particularly clear.

If the path that appeared last night was just a signal, then now the post office is officially calling them messengers.

If you don't step on the path 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.

This fifty-year-old man in slippers, regardless of the mud on his body, took a deep breath, and resolutely walked on the path leading to the post office.

This is not the first time the man has walked this road.

But since the fifth floor of the post office stopped operating, he has never stepped into the post office again.

After many years, the man revisited the old place, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion, and at the same time, he felt a little uneasy.

Because he knew that if he walked too much at night, he would always encounter ghosts, and if he went to the post office too many times, there would always be a time when he couldn't come back.

And this time, after entering the post office, he might never have the chance to go home again.

"I hope this is just a false alarm, and the problem can be solved quickly."

The man walked forward, thinking secretly in his heart.

If it were more than ten years ago, the man would not be like this now.

This man in his fifties is called Wang Yong, a very, very ordinary name.

If it weren't for the cursed letter at the time, he would be like everyone else, a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.

But a letter from the post office completely changed his life.

Among the messengers at the time, the name Wang Yong was still very famous.

He had sent out two full letters on the fifth floor. According to the rules, he only needed to send out the last letter to completely leave the post office.

Unfortunately, fate played tricks on him, or maybe Wang Yong was unlucky, and his last letter delivery mission actually encountered a black letter.

In the end, only one person could survive the black letter mission.

Although Wang Yong was strong, he had no confidence that he could survive among the messengers.

Therefore, he could only make a plan with other messengers to stop the letter delivery mission.

Now, more than ten years have passed, and Wang Yong has become accustomed to the life of ordinary people, and he has a wife and children.

Now, he is actually not much different from other ordinary people, and his heart is no longer cold-blooded.

If he is given another ten years, when the children grow up, even if the post office resumes operation, he will not care.

But now his children are still young, and the family still needs him and cannot do without him, so he can't die yet, at least not now.

With mixed feelings, Wang Yong finally walked to the end of the path and came to the door of the ghost post office.

Colorful neon lights flickered, illuminating a plaque with three big characters clearly written on it: "Ghost Post Office".

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar building, Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Then the complex expression on his face disappeared, turning into a firmness.

Then he pushed open the door of the post office and walked in.

It was already past six in the morning, so the lights in the lobby on the first floor of the post office were already on, and the yellowish and dim lights dispelled the darkness.

Although the lights were not very bright, they could still illuminate the surrounding environment.

The most important thing was that there were people in the lobby of the post office on the first floor at this time, and there was more than one person.

It was obvious that someone had entered the post office at six o'clock according to the time.

It was obvious that the reason these people did this was because they were worried that the person who took the black letter would leave the ghost post office directly at dawn.

Once the letter left the post office, the black letter mission officially began.

Then everything would be too late.

Only by intercepting the letter before it leaves the post office and putting it back in Room 502 can the fifth floor be stopped again.

Only then did Wang Yong see the appearance of the three people clearly;

A middle-aged man in a designated driver's suit, his figure was a little out of shape, no longer in the state of his youth.

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

The other was a woman who looked to be in her forties, with disheveled hair, as if she had not woken up, with two dark circles under her eyes, and listless.

Hearing the sound of the post office door being pushed open, the three people in the hall immediately looked back.

When Wang Yong looked at the three people, the three people were also looking at Wang Yong.

"Are you. Wang Yong?"

The middle-aged man in pajamas and a little bald first frowned, comparing the appearance in front of him with the acquaintance in his memory.

Finally, he said with some uncertainty.

Wang Yong glanced at the other party, then nodded slightly and said: "It's me. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You have changed a lot."

Hearing this, everyone stopped talking.

For a while, the hall was silent.

More than ten years have passed, and everyone can no longer see what they looked like before.

Only some traces of the past can be barely found.

According to the original agreement, if there was no problem with the post office, they might never see each other again until they die.

After a short silence, the man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped them:

"Now is not the time to sigh, it's still business."

As soon as this was said, everyone's expression suddenly straightened.

The man with glasses put on his glasses again, looked at the few people again and said:

"The situation this time is different from the previous ones. Now it seems that the black letter should have fallen into the hands of the new messenger."