Although Yue Li and the others did not see which floor the bottle with the dead head in it was thrown from, through analysis, there are only two results;
One was dropped from the third floor, and the other was dropped from the fifth floor.
As for other floors, it is unlikely.
Because there are basically no living messengers on other floors.
As for why the third floor is not like the other floors, there are still living messengers;
That's because Li Yue, Yang Jian and the others stayed on the third floor for too short a time.
When Li Yue and Yang Jian accepted the task of delivering letters, some messengers in other rooms on the third floor were not in the post office at that time.
After Li Yue, Yang Jian and the others completed their tasks, they went directly to the fourth floor.
Therefore, there will be some fish that slip through the net on the third floor.
Speaking of which, the messenger on the fourth floor can actually be said to be the most unlucky.
"It seems that your plan needs to be changed a little. We can only put the matter of contacting Yue Li on hold for now."
At this time, both Ding Hui and Sun Rui were looking at the steps behind them.
Therefore, when the people on the seventh floor threw something, it is possible that Lihe wanted to convey some kind of message.
Although Ding Hui has not finished speaking, Sun Rui has not yet understood what I meant.
You can't see the floors below if you are standing on the upper floor. Similarly, you can't see the top if you are standing on the lower floors.
After all, as Yang Jian said, I went down to the seventh floor earlier than the others, and I know less.
You just need to leave a signal for me outside that I can understand."
Before Wei Jin heard that, he nodded heavily;
An arm, a human head, and two corpse fragments appeared above the eyes.
This directly resulted in the death of most of the couriers on the fourth floor.
It is possible that the people on the seventh floor discovered some changes in the post office and delayed warning the people upstairs by throwing things away."
"What he said makes no sense. The messenger who passed the seventh floor chose to throw something away at that time. Does that mean nothing is happening on the seventh floor now?"
Seeing that Sun Rui had not yet left a signal, Ding Hui immediately said to Yang Jian.
After hearing that, everyone basically agreed with Wei Jin's judgment.
Just like that, in just a few words, Ding Hui and Sun Rui had not yet made a decision to take action.
"I think this thing was most likely thrown from the fifth floor." Ding Hui thought for a while and then said;
Then Li Yue, Yang Jian and their group went up to the fourth floor, making the last red letter on the fourth floor extremely dangerous.
I also knew that fewer body parts would be found under the stairs.
"The time you went down to the seventh floor was also short. I also heard my messenger say that the messenger on the seventh floor has never been in the habit of throwing things away."
"Rather than paying attention to the fact that a bottle was thrown on this floor, you now want to know why we threw a bottle like that up."
Although we all know by now that the glass bottle soaked with dead heads in the ground is of no use, I still think it would be worse to let Yang Jian take it with him.
We all think that the possibility is very small, but if we want to be completely confused about the matter, we still need to wait until we get to the seventh floor to know the answer.
Ding Hui looked at the corpse in the bottle, a strange color flashed in his eyes;
Ding Hui and Wei Jin looked at each other in tacit understanding;
At least it can be thrown away casually outside the small hall on the first floor. After all, the thing itself is not a weird thing and needs to be handled and kept properly.
It seems that the guy had a bad start, he was dismembered and his body was separated and soaked in bottles for storage."
Hearing those words, Ding Hui immediately narrowed his eyes.
However, what was inside the glass bottle was not a dead head, but a white arm. This arm was lifelike, not mutilated or deformed;
I looked down the steps with a strange look on my face.
Only Li Yue, Ding Hui, Yang Jian, Li Yang and Liu Qingqing survived.
Things are complicated and urgent.
When Wei Jin, who was closely following Ding Hui, walked to Ding Hui's side, his eyes suddenly moved and he stopped in front of him.
Of course, there is no reason for leaving the golden bullet. The gold here and there are affected by supernatural powers.
Sun Rui thought about it for a moment, then walked over and picked up the bottle at the bottom of the steps.
I took out a golden bullet from under my body and placed it under the counter;
Then Ding Hui looked at Sun Rui;
"It shouldn't be possible for the messenger on the third floor to be so stupid as to throw such a weird thing up casually. On the contrary, it's even more impossible for the messenger on the seventh floor."
Before Sun Rui finished speaking, he immediately walked to the backstage in the small hall.
That bullet is prepared by the headquarters for the person in charge of each city. It cannot be said that it is exclusive to the person in charge of the headquarters, so Sun Rui needs to leave other information;
I care more about the meaning on the back than the bottle itself.
“Obviously, the arm in the bottle should belong to the same corpse as the head;
There was nothing under the wooden stairs, but also a glass bottle.
Before climbing down the wooden stairs, everything behind us seemed blurry, shrouded in darkness and haze, except that it didn't stop going back.
Ding Hui looked at the dead head soaked in the glass bottle and said hurriedly:
Although Yang Jian and Li Yang in front of him knew the reason, they also stopped.
At this time, Ding Hui looked down again.
Then Ding Hui, Sun Rui, Yang Jian, and Li Yang quickly walked down the wooden stairs, trying to get to the seventh floor as quickly as possible.
Sun Rui and the two people in front of him nodded.
The final result is that most people die;
Wei Jin guessed that the small probability was a reminder or a warning.
"Yang Jian, take this glass bottle from the underground. You are going to go down to the seventh floor."
Because a fierce ghost just happened to sneak in, triggering a certain defense mechanism of the post office, and then the ghost post office began to eliminate the couriers on the fourth floor.
Accompanied by the creaking sound, Ding Hui and the others climbed down slowly.
"It's okay for Yue Li to be anxious. If I am definitely dead, the contact will be of little significance. I am definitely dead or not, so I will naturally appear on the first floor of the post office;
Although that was just Ding Hui's guess, it was recognized by everyone.
"A corpse needs to be stored separately before being dismembered. This only shows that it is not a special corpse. Even a fierce ghost is a ghost master."
Upon hearing those words, Yang Jian and Li Yang fell silent immediately.
The conclusions drawn before the analysis are also closer to the truth.
As long as Yue Li sees the bullet, he will know that Sun Rui has arrived.
It's said that it certainly doesn't have any ordinary uses.
It's like it was just chopped up and set back.
Both Ding Hui and Sun Rui felt that the changes on the seventh floor were more important than contacting Yue Li at the moment.
At this moment, Sun Rui suddenly spoke.
Suddenly, Ding Hui, who was walking at the rear, stopped.
When talking about that, Yang Jian paused for a moment and then continued:
Sun Rui also nodded at this time:
"Throwing something may be just because you really want to throw something away, it may be a means and method of conveying information.
