Yue Li stayed on the fifth floor of the post office for a long time, but found nothing unusual or valuable clues.
He suddenly became impatient.
"It seems that there is nothing to gain here on the fifth floor. How about we go to other places along the stairs?" Yue Li suddenly suggested.
He looked in the direction of the stairs connecting to the fifth floor.
Then a look of surprise appeared on Yue Li's face.
He remembered clearly that when they climbed to the fifth floor, the wooden door at the exit of the stairs closed automatically, but now it was ajar.
"Could it be that at night, the staircase door on the fifth floor of the post office will open automatically?"
Yue Li was sure that this wooden door was not opened by him, Yang Jian, Li Yang, or Ding Hui.
"If this is true, does it mean that the ghost post office actually encourages post office messengers to come out and explore after the lights are turned off at night?"
Since there is no more evidence or clues, Yue Li can only make bold guesses based on the current situation.
Although I don't know what the purpose of the ghost post office is, it can be considered a good thing for Yue Li.
This will make it easier for him to travel to other places.
After Yang Jian on the side heard Yue Li's words, he was silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.
They had checked the fifth floor back and forth many times, but found no valuable clues, which made Yang Jian a little disappointed.
Maybe we can find clues elsewhere.
After seeing Yang Jian nodding in agreement, Yue Li walked straight to the wooden door and opened it.
Suddenly, a staircase leading down appeared in front of Yue Li's eyes. It seemed that he could really go to other parts of the post office along this staircase.
However, Yue Li thinks that it should be possible to reach the lobby on the first floor through this staircase.
After all, you need to go through the lobby on the first floor to enter and exit the post office.
It might be a little difficult to go to other floors.
Because he had not heard from messengers on other floors that messengers from higher floors appeared on lower floors.
No matter what the real situation is, it doesn't matter now. He can try it himself and know exactly how to do it.
Yue Li signaled to Yang Jian behind him, then stepped onto the stairs and walked down.
The old wooden stairs creaked in the dark, as if they were in disrepair and were about to collapse at any time.
But these are just appearances, the essence of this staircase is also a kind of supernatural power.
As long as there is no problem with the ghost post office, even if the stairs become more dilapidated, they will still not collapse.
Walking on the stairs, the surroundings are shrouded in a thick fog-like black haze, making it impossible for most people to see clearly what is going on downstairs.
Even if Yue Li has his ghost eyes turned on, the distance he can see is very limited.
The same goes for Yang Jian behind him.
However, after the two of them walked down a certain distance, their steps couldn't help but pause.
Just now, both of them heard a voice from the stairs below;
That's the sound of footsteps.
Although the footsteps seemed a little far away from the two of them, there was no doubt that the footsteps were real.
In other words, there is probably another "person" going up the stairs at this time.
Yang Jian frowned at this moment: "Could it be a ghost?"
In fact, when Yue Li heard the footsteps, the first thing he thought of was a fierce ghost.
Because it is the time when the lights are turned off at the post office, it is basically impossible for anyone alive to enter or leave the post office during this time.
Only a ghost would wander around the post office after the lights go out.
Of course, this is just a suspicion and cannot be completely confirmed.
"The footsteps seem to have stopped too?" Yue Li suddenly frowned.
After hearing the footsteps just now, Yue Li had been paying attention, but the footsteps just now did not continue.
It seemed to have stopped on some steps below.
Unfortunately, the stairs were shrouded in haze-like darkness, and even ghost eyes could not completely detect the source of the footsteps, so it was impossible to determine the source of the footsteps.
Unfortunately, Yue Li and Yang Jian guessed wrong this time.
What was on the stairs below them was not a ghost, but a person. To be more precise, it was a messenger, or the messenger from the fifth floor.
It turns out that after Yue Li took the black letter out of Room 502, the messenger on the fifth floor received a summons from the ghost post office.
This let a group of couriers who concealed their identities know that the fifth floor of the post office was starting to operate again.
This is something they cannot accept.
The only solution now is to take back the black letter and put it back in Room 502.
Just because it is night time now, the ghost post office is in a lights-out period.
There are still several hours until the post office lights up at six.
So basically all the couriers are waiting and will not enter the post office until dawn.
However, some couriers were worried about the long night and could not bear it any longer, so they went directly to the post office.
Although there is danger in the post office after lights out, the danger is not completely insurmountable for the courier on the fifth floor.
With a creaking sound, the door of the post office was pushed open, and then a figure walked into the post office.
It was a broad, fat man, about fifty years old, wearing a work apron, with a fishy smell on his body, and he seemed to be a fish-killing hawker.
And it seemed that he had been working overtime at night, because there was fresh blood on his apron and it had not dried up.
The fat man also held a rusty iron hook in his hand.
Like the hooks used to hang corpses in slaughterhouses.
This fat man's name is Zhao Feng.
But when he was delivering the letter, the former messenger gave him a nickname.
The seducer.
The nickname may sound a little unreasonable, but in the post office more than ten years ago, it was a well-known existence.
And this nickname means strength and recognition among messengers.
When I was young, I was once a mature and charming handsome guy. Unfortunately, as time goes by, those things are already a thing of the past.
Today, Zhao Feng is just an ordinary fish-killing hawker.
Zhao Feng walked into the post office and first glanced at the surrounding environment. A complicated expression flashed across his face, and finally turned into determination and indifference.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent;
"After killing this newcomer, there is still time to go back and kill the remaining fish. This is not the first time we have done this. It will be over soon."
As the words fell, the man's face returned to expressionless again.
Then without any hesitation, he walked straight towards the stairs leading upstairs.
"Dong, dong dong!"
Immediately afterwards, a series of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.
The stairs lead directly from the first floor to the fifth floor and cannot go to other floors.
Zhao Feng kept going up the stairs.
Suddenly, his steps stopped.
Then he stopped, and at the same time, his slightly fat face showed a bit of solemnity and vigilance;
He raised his head and looked up, but all he saw was darkness, and nothing else could be seen clearly.
