At the moment when the bodies were successfully spliced, the post office was shaking and shaking, as if a strong earthquake had occurred.
This huge movement immediately made the couriers who were still waiting in the lobby on the first floor panic. They didn't know what happened to the post office again.
Only Yang Jian noticed that at the moment when the post office was shaking, the darkness was gradually dissipating, but the walls were peeling off, the wooden stairs were collapsing, and the floors were disappearing. It seemed that the old furnishings could no longer be maintained and were finally damaged today.
Already.
"Get out of the way, the floor is going to disappear."
Hearing such words, the messengers hurriedly ran away. Suddenly, the entire first floor was filled with dust and rubble flying. However, after taking precautions, no one was injured.
Because the falling rubble was very strange. The moment it landed on the ground, it disappeared into nothing in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.
A moment later, Su Yuan fell from the sky.
A red balloon was tied to his hand, causing him to fall lightly to the first floor without any harm at all.
Looking at the floating Su Yuan, Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you do again? Didn't you go find the last piece of the puzzle of the corpse? Why did the ghost post office suddenly cross the floor?"
His intuition told him that this matter had something to do with Su Yuan.
Su Yuan's eyes widened: "What does the collapse of the post office have to do with me? This is obviously because the building was in disrepair for a long time. It collapsed when it was said to collapse. It is a typical shoddy project. How can you accuse me, Mr. Su, unjustly!"
The people who built this thing must have received kickbacks..."
He was talking about Zhihu and Zhihu, and he looked exactly like Su Yiji.
Seeing his appearance like this, it was almost self-defeating.
But Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything, because the collapse of the post office was not necessarily a bad thing. The simplest thing is that from now on, there should be no need for couriers to deliver letters.
After all, there are no more floors, so it is impossible to classify the messengers on which floors.
At this time, the layout of the post office once again underwent huge changes.
The building from the beginning turned into a zigzag-shaped building.
It is still the same as before, with a total of five floors, and there is a stair opening in the wall. This is no longer the previous wooden staircase, but a concrete structure, connecting all the upper and lower floors.
"What's going on?"
"Obviously this is a new change of the post office, or in other words, now it is the original appearance of the post office. The first and fifth floors are connected to each other, and there is no layer-by-layer separation."
Su Yuan raised his head and looked at it slightly.
"If this is the case, then the previous post office must have been renovated by someone, and the rules for messengers going upstairs were also formulated later, not from the beginning."
Yang Jian made a judgment: "Only managers are the ones who have the qualifications to transform the post office and re-formulate the rules for delivering letters."
This possibility is very high.
According to the known information, the manager of the previous post office was the old man named Luo. He may have wanted to select a new manager, so he formulated such cruel mail delivery rules for the sake of selection.
A messenger good enough to succeed him.
But now that Su Yuan and Yang Jian have succeeded in pushing Sun Rui to the position of manager, the post office will naturally return to its original appearance.
Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at the fifth floor of the post office with his scarlet ghost eyes.
Although the hall on the fifth floor had collapsed, a corridor was left adjacent to the rooms. In that incomplete corridor, a strange female corpse was found, all pale and with pieces of black letter paper stained on her skin.
I don't know when I stood there, looking down at the people downstairs.
"The female corpse came back to life?"
"I can't talk about it, but the state is a bit subtle. I can't say that I have come back to life. What, are you interested? Do you want to take her back to be your wife?"
Yang Jian: "..."
at the same time.
Another part of the post office.
This is a staircase that few people have stepped on. Sun Rui was limping up this staircase alone at the moment. In front of him, there was a strange and vague figure leading the way, as if signaling him to let him go.
follow.
Sun Rui did indeed do this.
The steps were very long and seemed to have no end. It was dark in front, and the surroundings were particularly depressing and eerily quiet. The only echoes were his steps as he walked step by step.
The cramped, dark, and depressing corridors can easily make people nervous.
But Sun Rui looked calm and not afraid.
He had experienced enough horrible things during the days at the post office. At that time, he spent every night alone, and it was nothing here.
It seemed like I had been gone for a long time.
soon.
There is a road at the end of the steps.
That's a room.
There was a dim wall lamp on the left and right sides of the door, and a copper house number hung on the door, which read: 601.
601?
Sun Rui's expression changed slightly: "Sure enough, there is a sixth floor of the post office. This seems to be a separate and strange place that is not connected to the fifth floor."
When he looked back.
Crunch!
The door of this 601 room suddenly opened.
The wall at the door flickered, and the strange figure of the old man disappeared immediately.
That figure should be some kind of supernatural phenomenon, not a real ghost, just to guide specific people to enter here.
Sun Rui didn't hesitate, he immediately walked into the room. The room was very dark, so dark that it almost made him wonder if he was blind.
But soon, another oil lamp lit up strangely, and a strange smell filled the air, making people feel uncomfortable.
Without hesitation, Sun Rui walked towards the bright place.
Soon, he came to where the oil lamp was.
It was a desk, of an old style, and the top was coated with pulp. It seemed that it had been used for a long time.
There is a black booklet on the desk, along with a writing brush and an inkstone.
Sun Rui focused his attention on the small black book.
As for the brush and inkstone next to him, he ignored them. Those two items were ordinary objects, not supernatural items. Only the black booklet had an ominous atmosphere.
There was something familiar about the black paper.
That's letter paper.
On that letter paper, names emerged one after another. They were all the names of past managers. Now Sun Rui only needed to write his own name. From then on, he would be the latest manager of the post office.
Without hesitation, Sun Rui took out a ballpoint pen he carried with him from his jacket pocket and quickly signed his name on it.