At this time, it was already getting slightly dark in the real world.
In order to live, most ordinary people already need to get up and prepare for the work that is about to begin.
But because Yue Li took the black letter out of Room 502, it broke the peaceful life of many people for more than ten years.
The messenger on the fifth floor who hides his identity and power and lives in the city like ordinary people.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the path leading to the post office, all the couriers knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost.
They also had to start taking action.
You must rush back to the post office as quickly as possible to regain your balance. Only in this way can you continue to live the life you want.
Although they were all located in different cities, when faced with the changes at the post office, they didn't even need to contact each other, so they all made tacit understanding and took the time to prepare.
At this moment, the couriers on the fifth floor have united.
Anyone who dares to reopen the ghost post office will die.
There is no reason and no excuse needed.
It's all just to survive.
"It's time to go."
A man in his fifties, wearing pajamas and slightly hairless, covered in mud and dirt slowly walked out of a small forest on the outskirts of the city.
He was panting slightly, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, which was covered with soil, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.
The man looked at the time, and then looked at the path leading to the post office in front of him.
Compared to last night, the path back to the post office is much clearer now.
If the path that appeared last night was just a signal, then now the post office is officially calling them as messengers.
If you don't go to the post office on the path for a long time, the curse of the post office will appear, and the messenger will be hunted by evil spirits endlessly.
This man, about fifty years old, wearing slippers, took a deep breath and walked resolutely onto the path leading to the post office, despite being covered in mud.
This isn't the first time the man has taken this road.
But since the fifth floor of the post office stopped operating, he has never stepped into the post office again.
Returning to his old place after so many years, the man couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart, and at the same time he felt a little uneasy.
Because he knows that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts, and if you go to the post office too many times, you will never come back.
And this time, maybe after entering the post office, there will be no chance of returning home again.
"I hope this time is just a false alarm and the problem can be solved soon."
As the man walked forward, he thought to himself.
If it were more than ten years ago, men would not be like this.
This man in his fifties is called Wang Yong, a very, very common name.
If it hadn't been for that cursed letter, he would have been just like everyone else, a very ordinary person with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.
But a letter from the post office completely changed his life.
Among the original batch of messengers, the name Wang Yong was still very famous.
He had already sent out two letters when he was on the fifth floor. According to the rules, he only needed to send the last letter to completely leave the post office.
It's a pity that fate has a twist. It may be that Wang Yong was not very lucky. On his last mission to deliver letters, he encountered a black letter.
In the end, only one person can survive the black letter mission.
Although Wang Yong is not weak in strength, he has no confidence that he can survive to the end among all the messengers.
Therefore, we can only make arrangements with other couriers to terminate the message delivery mission.
Now more than ten years have passed, and Wang Yong has become accustomed to the life of ordinary people, and he has a wife and children.
Now, he is actually not much different from other ordinary people, and his heart is no longer as cold-blooded as before.
If he was given another ten years, when his children grew up, even if the post office resumed operation, it would not matter to him.
But now his child is still young and the family still needs him and can't live without him, so he can't die, at least not yet.
With mixed feelings, Wang Yong finally reached the end of the path and came to the door of the Ghost Post Office.
Colorful neon lights flashed, illuminating a plaque with three large characters "Ghost Post Office" clearly written on it.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar building, Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly and he couldn't help but sigh.
Then all the complicated expressions on his face disappeared and turned into a look of determination.
Then he opened the post office door and walked in.
It was already past six o'clock in the morning, so the lights in the lobby on the first floor of the post office were already on, and the yellow and dim lights dispelled the darkness.
Although the light is not very bright, it can illuminate the surrounding environment.
The most important thing is that at this time, there are people in the post office lobby on the first floor, and there are more than one.
Apparently someone picked the time and entered the post office at six o'clock.
Obviously, the reason these people did this was because they were worried that the person who took the black letter would leave the ghost post office directly at dawn.
Once the letter leaves the post office, the Black Letter mission officially begins.
Then everything will be too late.
Only by intercepting the letter before it leaves the post office and placing it back in Room 502 can the fifth floor be stopped again.
Only then did Wang Yong see clearly the appearance of these three people;
A middle-aged man wearing chauffeur clothes, his figure was a little out of shape and no longer in the same shape as when he was young.
One is a man wearing a suit and tie, who looks like an elite. He wears a pair of glasses and has a faint smile on his face.
The other one was a woman who looked to be in her forties, with disheveled hair, as if she hadn't woken up, and two dark circles under her eyes, looking listless.
Hearing the sound of the post office door being pushed open, the three people in the hall immediately looked back.
When Wang Yong was sizing up the three of them, the three of them were also sizing up Wang Yong.
"Are you...Wang Yong?"
The bald, middle-aged man in pajamas first frowned and compared the appearance in front of him with the acquaintances in his memory.
Finally he said with some uncertainty.
Wang Yong glanced at the other party, then nodded slightly and said, "It's me. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You guys have changed a lot."
After hearing this, everyone stopped talking immediately.
For a moment, the hall fell silent.
More than ten years have passed, and the original appearance of everyone is no longer recognizable.
Only some traces of the past can barely be found.
According to the original agreement, if there were no problems with the post office, they might not see each other again until their death.
After a short silence, the man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped them:
"Now is not the time to be emotional, business is more important."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly became serious.
The man with glasses put his glasses back on, looked at the people again and said:
"The situation this time is different from what we encountered before. Now it seems that the black letter should have fallen into the hands of the new messenger."
