Even though there was something strange in room 502, Yang Jian still couldn't hold back and tried to open the door of this room.
The door cannot stop the attack of the hatchet.
This was a huge advantage for Yang Jian, as it meant that he could forcefully enter any room on the fifth floor of the post office.
soon.
The door of room 502 was forcefully opened.
Most of the wooden door was cracked, and it couldn't even be closed. If nothing else happened, this room would be considered useless in the future. Because of the lack of protection from the door, the room could easily be invaded by supernatural beings from the post office.
.
But even though the door was damaged to this extent, when Yang Jian reached out to open the door, the wooden door did not move at all, as if it was stuck.
Something is still interfering.
As a last resort.
Yang Jian could only completely destroy the door.
After a few chops, the old wooden door became pieces of wood on the ground, and the shape of the door was no longer visible.
The room was dark and the lights were not on.
This is very abnormal.
Under normal circumstances, there must be lights in the messenger's room, because ghosts will not appear under the lights.
The area covered by lights inside the post office represents a safe area.
"Is there a ghost in room 502?" Yang Jian peered into the room with ghostly eyes.
Although he ignored the darkness, the walls of the room blocked his view and he could not see everything in the room clearly. However, he saw that the room was extremely damp and cold, and there was mold growing on the walls, as if it had been abandoned for several years.
It doesn't look like it's lived in or taken care of at all.
The middle-aged man in his early fifties said before that he had lived here for a long time.
Obviously, this is not right.
There are no traces of someone living in the room for a long time. On the contrary, the previous room No. 501 was relatively clean and tidy, and the oil lamp was on during the day, so it was more suitable for living.
"Deal with that person first."
Although Yang Jian was observing, he didn't hesitate much and soon walked into the room.
He wants to find that person and steal his memory.
The structure of the room is the same as other rooms, there is not much difference. After Yang Jian walked in, the strange eyes in the hall behind him immediately retracted. It seemed that as long as he entered the room, he would not be attracted by the eyes on the oil paintings.
Keep an eye on it.
I don't know if this is good news or not.
He came to the living room of this room.
The living room is damp, the old sofa is dirty and has not been taken care of, there are several faded pictures on the wall, and there are some food that has never been unpacked on the dining table, and the production date of the food is
They were all from twenty years ago, and they looked like they had never been touched.
"Living people need to eat, but dead people and ghosts don't need to eat." Yang Jian held a cracked spear and turned his ghost eyes to look around.
He can be sure.
The middle-aged man in his early fifties just now was not a living person at all.
"In the bathroom."
Suddenly.
Yang Jian moved suddenly. He noticed something and immediately walked directly to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was ajar, and other parts were old, except for the door handle, which seemed clean. It seemed like someone was opening the door frequently.
He opened the bathroom door.
immediately.
Yang Jian's expression changed slightly. He saw a corpse that had basically rotted into bones. The corpse was lying in the bathtub with its mouth open as if it was in pain and unwillingness before it died.
"It's the same person from before."
He could tell from the corpse's undecomposed clothes that the withered bones were that of the man in his early fifties.
He took a few steps closer and took another look.
At this time, Yang Jian saw again that the withered hand was clutching a letter.
It was the style of a post office letter, but the color of the letter was something I had never seen before. It was actually a black envelope.
"A black letter?" Yang Jian frowned.
He had seen yellow letters, and very sinister red letters, but not black letters.
However, the post office letter paper is black.
"A black letter that has not been sent out or torn up. What does this mean?" Yang Jian felt confused.
Generally, there are only three results for a messenger to send a message.
The message delivery failed and the group was destroyed.
The message was sent successfully.
Tear up the letter.
This is the fourth situation. Without delivering the letter, the person dies. The key is that he died in the post office. If he died outside, it would be the first situation. The letter delivery failed and the group was destroyed.
But the courier died before the letter left the post office. This is really incomprehensible.
If the messenger is unwilling to deliver the letter, he will tear it up instead of holding it in his hand.
"Anyway, this letter shouldn't be simple. It must be very special."
Just when Yang Jian was thinking.
"Ahem."
The previously extinguished lights in the living room suddenly flickered, and then a weak coughing sound appeared. After this sound appeared, there were footsteps in the living room, as if someone had suddenly appeared.
Yang Jian didn't look back immediately.
His ghost eyes had already seen the scene behind him.
In the abandoned, old room, the middle-aged man in his early fifties appeared again. He stood there motionless like a dead corpse, looking towards this side with strange eyes.
"boom!"
However, at the next moment, a cracked spear appeared instantly with a red light. Without giving anyone any reaction time, the cracked spear had already sunk into the floor of the living room, directly killing the man's body.
Passed through.
Yang Jian retracted his palm and then turned around: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man in his early fifties was still standing there, as if he was not affected by the supernatural weapon. He was like a residual image, not real at all.
"It seems that the messenger on the fourth floor really has something extraordinary."
His expression was calm and a bit numb: "You are very special. Unlike other messengers who are parasitized by evil spirits, you can master supernatural power very skillfully and turn this supernatural power into your own. The attack just now
I saw it, if it was a bad ghost, you would have already dealt with it by now."
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"I thought you already knew the existence of the Ghost Controller. Now it seems that you really can't get out of this room." Yang Jian said: "What is your name? What is your identity outside?"
The man appeared as the lights in the room flickered. He still stood there and said expressionlessly: "You are right in your analysis. I am just a resentful spirit trapped in this room, relying on supernatural power to exist.
There is no way to die and no way to escape. Didn't you already find my body in the toilet?"
"As for my name and identity, it doesn't really matter, but the previous messengers all called me Lao Li."
Lao Li?
Apparently he is someone named Li who does not want to reveal his real name.
This is normal. Many people in the supernatural circle will randomly choose a name to call themselves, just like the eagle before.
To be continued...