Strictly speaking, the structure of the second floor is no different from that of the first floor. The only difference is that the lobby on the first floor cannot be seen.
Glancing at the corridor on the second floor, Su Yuan turned around and paid a little attention, but an extra wall appeared behind him.
The original staircase has disappeared.
The walls look very old, with peeling skin and spots.
This unusual situation is probably related to the regulations of the post office, which only allows people to go up and down.
Perhaps the previous managers were worried that someone had ulterior motives and would target the new messenger downstairs, so they specially set the rules.
At this moment, Yang Jian was already walking along the old corridor to the nearest room.
Su Yuan hurriedly followed, and after a rough count, he found that there were only seven rooms on this floor, which should correspond to the seven messengers.
But the post office regulations do not clearly state that only one person can live in a room.
In fact, if you can withstand the attacks of evil spirits, you can live with several in one room.
Perhaps there is a limit to the number of people in the room. Once that limit is exceeded, attacks from the evil spirits wandering around the post office will be attracted.
Of course, this is just speculation. Whether it is true has not been confirmed, and no specific information has been obtained.
Moreover, Su Yuan also discovered a very interesting phenomenon, that is, looking down from the second floor, you cannot see the first floor of the post office.
If you stick your head out, you won't be able to see anything clearly a few meters down. It's like an abyss with no end, which makes people subconsciously feel an inexplicable fear.
"We have to hurry up and choose a room to live in, otherwise, once the time is up and the lights in the post office go out, there will be evil spirits wandering out."
Yang Jian's words interrupted Su Yuan's meditation and made him come back to his senses.
"Well, let's just pick a room at random. Will there be anyone in these rooms?"
"Most likely, there will be messengers on the second floor."
Yang Jian said calmly: "But it doesn't matter, we can just pry open their mouths and understand the rules on the second floor."
Just when the two were about to take action, suddenly.
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.
The disheveled look was very miserable.
However, after being kicked out, the woman's eyes were full of fear and despair. She was shaking all over and crawling around trying to return to the room, but was kicked over again by a man with a cold face.
"This room is already full, get away."
"Don't, don't be like this, please, let me stay for one night, just one night, just one night. I can agree to any conditions..."
The woman was kicked to the ground again, 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 agreed that you would let me stay as long as I accompany you every time."
At this time, she seemed to have collapsed to the point of screaming, wailing, and despairing.
But I 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 Su Yuan 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..."
The woman was lying on the ground crying, extremely miserable.
Seeing this, Su Yuan said with interest: "Is this an internal strife among the messengers?"
"No, this woman should be the messenger on the first floor." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, as if he remembered something.
"She was originally the courier on the first floor, but because we successfully delivered the letter, all the couriers on the entire floor came upstairs in advance."
"Oh I got it."
Su Yuan immediately understood what was going on. It must be because the letter was successfully delivered. She followed him upstairs and came here much earlier than them.
But on the second floor, there are not enough rooms. If this woman wants to enter one of the rooms, she must contact the owner of the original room.
Obviously.
The contact failed and she was kicked out. Not only was she kicked out, she seemed to have been taken advantage of.
Thinking of this, Su Yuan slowly walked over, but before he could say anything, the woman seemed to be grabbing the last straw and begged him:
"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..."
This pear blossom looks like a raindrop, but I still pity her. Although she is not beautiful, she still has a mature charm. Unfortunately, the bruises and blood stains on her haggard face ruined this feeling.
"You want to help her?"
Yang Jian's voice came from behind, and Su Yuan said slowly: "I can't say whether I can help or not, but it just so happens that we also need a room. It just so happens that I don't like those people just now, so it just so happens that I want to choose this one.
The room should be fine."
"It's up to you."
Yang Jian didn't seem to be very interested in these things, so he spoke casually.
For a moment, the woman seemed to have found a savior and kowtowed to Su Yuan.
Su Yuan patted the woman's head: "That's not necessary. You have become a messenger. In fact, you should know that death is only a matter of time."
"Please, please, help me, I don't want to die, wuwu," the woman 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.
"That's not something I can say, and it's not something you can say."
Su Yuan stood up, walked to the door of the room, then stretched out his hand to hold the door handle.
As expected, this old wooden door was locked from the inside and it was not easy to open it.
But only for ordinary people.
Su Yuan exerted a little force, and a black light seemed to flash across his body. The old wooden door creaked and opened easily, which was a bit incredible.
The door opens.
A puff of turbid air came over the surface.
The smell of smoke, musty, and sour smell... makes people feel very uncomfortable.
And an angry voice also came from the room at this moment.
"He brewed it. At this time, who dares to open the door looking for death!"