Beyond the strange corpse lying on the stairs, Yang Jian and Li Yang seemed to have passed through the dim fog shrouding the stairs and arrived at an unknown place under some supernatural influence.

The second floor of the Ghost Post Office has arrived.

A zigzag corridor, old and dark, barely illuminated by a few yellowish lights in the stairwell.

The wall next to it is mottled and dull, with many stains remaining on it, like blood smeared on it and dried. There are also some weird scratches, and even some weird black drawings. I don’t know who painted them with ink.

It was formed after writing above.

The structure of the second floor is no different from the first floor. The only difference is that you can no longer see the lobby of the ghost post office.

"Team Yang, we're here. This should be the second floor of the Ghost Post Office." Li Yang glanced around, then looked behind him: "The stairs that came up have disappeared."

Behind them is an old wall with peeling skin and spots.

The wooden staircase no longer exists.

"It seems that this is a road of no return. People who enter the post office can only go upstairs but not downstairs, which is similar to what Wang Shan said before." Yang Jian said and looked at the time again.

"The lights will be turned off in twenty minutes. Find a room to stay and check the situation first."

Li Yang added: "Captain, it seems that Sun Rui hasn't come yet."

"Have you been notified before?" Yang Jian asked.

"Notified."

Yang Jian said: "Just inform him. As the person in charge of Dahan City, he may be delayed by something, so don't worry about it for now."

Said.

He walked along the old corridor to the nearest room.

The number plate on the room has changed: 21 22 23...all the way to 27.

2 is floor.

The next number is the room number.

There are still only seven rooms on this floor.

Corresponds to the seven messengers.

But this is just an ideal situation. Without clear regulations, only one person can live in a room. Last time on the first floor, it was okay for a group of people in Yang Jian to stay in the same room.

No.

While a group of people stayed in the room, they were attacked by evil spirits wandering around the post office.

Maybe.

There is a limit to the number of people in the room. If you exceed that limit, evil spirits will come to clean up the entire room.

Of course, this is just speculation. Whether it is true has not been confirmed, and no specific information has been obtained.

Yang Jian, who was walking along the corridor, took out half of the rope and looked downstairs with curiosity.

See if you can see the first floor from the second floor.

The result was very disappointing.

You can't see the scene on the first floor. The downstairs on the second floor is dark. You can't see anything clearly a few meters down. It's like an abyss with no end. It makes people subconsciously feel an inexplicable fear.

Even if they knew this was the second floor, no one would dare to try jumping off.

"boom!"

But at this time.

Sudden.

In the nearest room, the door of No. 21 opened with a bang, and a violent voice echoed: "You bitch, get out of here. You want to stay in my room? Who do you think you are?"

A woman with bruises on her body was kicked out of the room hard, and then fell to the ground in pain, her skin being worn out by the rough ground.

Blood spilled out quickly.

That disheveled look was very miserable.

"Captain, it's the woman named Qian Rong. We met downstairs last time. Unexpectedly, she also came to the second floor. It seems that the previous inference is correct. The red letter is difficult, but it can make a person

The whole floor of couriers went upstairs in advance."

Li Yang recognized this woman at a glance.

At the same time, he quickly understood what was happening in front of him.

It must be because Yang Jian successfully delivered the letter, she followed him upstairs and came here much earlier than them.

But on the second floor, there are not enough rooms. If Qian Rong wants to enter one of the rooms, he must contact the owner of the original room.

Obviously.

Contact failed and she was kicked out.

There are less than twenty minutes left.

Arrive at six o'clock.

The lights at the post office were turned off, and evil spirits began to wander around the post office.

Who dares to stay outside?

Qian Rong raised her head, with fear and despair in her eyes. She was trembling all over, rolling and crawling to get back to the room, but was kicked over again by a man with a cold face.

"This room is already full, get away."

"No, don't be like this, please, let me stay for one night, just one night, just one night. I can agree to any conditions..."

Qian Rong was kicked to the ground, but she ignored the pain on her body and continued to plead.

The man with a gloomy face said: "If you keep making noise here, believe it or not, I will throw you down from the building right now? Murder is not prohibited among couriers in the post office, not to mention that you are worthless to us."

"Ah, you liars, you just promised me to stay as long as I accompany you every time."

Qian Rong collapsed to the point of screaming at this time. She was wailing and desperate.

But she never thought of resisting.

Because she couldn't resist, she was just an ordinary woman.

In this post office, we still believe in the law of the jungle.

"snort."

The man with a cold face suddenly glanced at Yang Jian and Li Yang again, his eyes moved, as if with a strong warning, telling you not to try to cause trouble in Room 21.

Then there was a loud bang.

The door is closed.

"Woooo..." That Qian Rong lay on the ground crying, extremely miserable.

Yang Jian saw this in his eyes and walked slowly over. He came to the woman named Qian Rong and looked down at her expressionlessly.

"Do you really want to live?"

Qian Rong saw Yang Jian, her crying subsided a little, and then she grabbed Yang Jian's trousers like a straw: "I, I don't want to die, I have a husband, children, and parents,

I don’t want to die... My daughter is only five years old, I don’t want to die.”

"It seems that you have a strong desire to survive. But if ordinary people enter this post office, death is only a matter of time."

Yang Jian told a cruel fact in a cold tone.

He is like a cold statue, without a trace of pity or sympathy.

"Please, please, help me, I don't want to die, wuwu," Qian Rong cried. She didn't think much, she just wanted to live.

As for how long she can live, she doesn't know and can't control it.

Yang Jian's tone was still cold: "Okay, I'll help you this time."

"Really?"

Qian Rong suddenly raised his head, his haggard face was stained with bruises and blood, and his eyes were wide open, as if full of disbelief.

"Only for this time, because the courier on the first floor went upstairs in advance because of my arrival. This should have interfered with the normal operation of the post office, so I consider it as compensation. In addition, the way the person looked at me just now was very wrong.

It seems to be provoking me. I just need a room to stay for one night, so I will take action on them."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and raised his head to look at Room 21.

"Li Yang, open the door."

"Okay, Captain."

Li Yang immediately came to the door of Room 21.

This old wooden door is locked from the inside and is not easy to open.

However, as soon as he touched the door handle above, the old wooden door creaked and opened easily, which was a bit incredible.

The door opens.
To be continued...