The messenger on the fifth floor still slipped through the net. From Wang Yong's mouth, he learned that there was a messenger who was more senior than him.
You must know that he was also the messenger on the fifth floor who delivered two letters. He is already considered very senior. The more senior messengers he mentioned refer to the group of people who arrived on the fifth floor before him.
"It doesn't matter now whether couriers older than you still exist. We have the final say on the fifth floor of the post office. Whether they appear or not, it won't affect the overall situation. Now the decision-making power on the fifth floor is in our hands."
At this moment, Yang Jian dispelled Wang Yong's concerns.
The others also nodded and thought it was right.
Now their number is large enough, Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, Long Ge, Zhong Yan, six people in total, they are already an incredible team of messengers.
Even if there is some old messenger still alive, if he dares to show his face, he will just end up being nailed to the ground like the man named Lu Sheng.
"In that case, what's your next move, Captain?"
At this moment, the messenger named Zhou Ze couldn't wait to ask.
Yang Jian said: "No rush, let this matter rest for the time being. I have one more thing to confirm. I want to know if any of you have seen Sun Rui who was staying in the lobby on the first floor? He is missing and I want to find him.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die."
"Sun Rui? Who is Sun Rui? Is there anyone else in the lobby on the first floor?" Zhou Ze was a little confused: "I'm sorry, I rarely come to the post office. I really don't know what happened recently."
Li Yang said: "Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City. I, Sun Rui and the captain teamed up to break into this place in order to solve the ghost post office. However, Sun Rui chose to stay in the lobby on the first floor and cut off the couriers on the first floor.
, he has been staying there for a while, and the captain and I saw him ten days ago when we received the mission to deliver the letter, and Sun Rui was still on the first floor at that time."
"But when we came to the post office yesterday, Sun Rui had disappeared mysteriously."
"So that's what happened. Is there a person in charge on the first floor?" Wang Yong pondered, and he understood what the person in charge named Sun Rui was doing.
This Sun Rui probably wants to kill all the couriers on the first floor and cut off the supply of new ones, so that the operation of the ghost post office will stop.
It's a good method, but it's very difficult because someone still needs to clean up the couriers on the first to fifth floors.
Thinking of this, Wang Yong looked at Yang Jian again.
It turns out that Yang Jian's previous killing of the messenger had such a meaning.
This is indeed a method. If the ghost post office is really unable to do anything, then it is feasible to eliminate all the couriers.
Without anyone to deliver the letters, the curse of the ghost post office cannot be spread, and the place will naturally be closed permanently.
"To be honest, I haven't been to the post office for a long time. I don't know much about this matter. I don't know about Sun Rui's existence at all. I'm sorry." The bald old man named Long Ge shook his head.
At this time, the middle-aged woman named Zhong Yan said: "I came to the post office three days ago and met Sun Rui. At that time, we had a little conflict and almost started a fight, but that was a few days ago.
It's over, now that Sun Rui is missing, I don't have any information."
Yang Jian immediately looked at her: "Three days ago?"
Zhong Yan nodded: "Yes, three days ago, that Sun Rui was sitting behind the big counter on the first floor. It seemed that he had been there for a long time."
"Do you have any clues?" Yang Jian continued to ask.
"Let me think about it." Zhong Yan was recalling, trying to recall what happened three days ago.
In fact, she didn't have much contact with Sun Rui. She just met briefly on the first floor. Very little happened, and the clues she could pay attention to were limited. However, as a messenger on the fifth floor, she had to observe the details around her.
It is a necessary skill.
Although Zhong Yan is an ordinary middle-aged woman, the scene at that time has been restored in her mind at this moment.
She excluded some unimportant things and tried to leave some things worth caring about.
"Sun Rui is sitting in front of the counter. There is an oil lamp on the counter that is out of oil..." Zhong Yan said: "He looks very bad. He has a cane and a gun in his hand. It is a specially made one."
"These clues are not important." Yang Jian said, "Other than that."
Zhong Yan continued to think, and then said: "Other than that, there seems to be nothing suspicious worth paying attention to, but when I went upstairs, I looked back at him and saw an oil painting at Sun Rui's feet."
painting?
Yang Jian's expression changed: "What kind of oil painting?"
"It's similar to the oil painting here, but I didn't see it clearly, but that oil painting is more special and I have a slight impression." Zhong Yan said.
"It is very normal to have oil paintings in the post office. There are oil paintings either on the fifth floor or in the lobby on the first floor. I don't know the specific origin of these things. I only know that every once in a while, there will be ghost paintings in the post office.
Inexplicably, there are a few more oil paintings that I have never seen before." Wang Yong said.
"Go and have a look on the first floor." Yang Jian said directly.
He was in a hurry when he went upstairs before, and he hadn't paid attention to the situation on the first floor. Now he should really go back to the first floor and take a closer look.
The lobby on the fifth floor and the lobby on the first floor of the post office are special places.
Because there are only two places where oil paintings are hung, and there are no other floors.
Immediately, Yang Jian took action. He opened the door and walked out, quickly going downstairs along the old wooden stairs.
Although I have the black letter with me, the delivery mission will not start as long as I don't leave the post office, so it won't be a problem for the time being.
Seeing this, others followed suit.
After all, Yang Jian is the boss here, and it is best to follow his decision.
A group of people quickly returned from the fifth floor of the post office to the first floor.
There are no special changes on the first floor of the post office. It is still the same layout as before. The lights above the head are still yellow and dim, and the colorful neon lights outside the door are flashing, full of a backward style.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yang Jian came to the counter where Sun Rui was before, and his ghost eyes peeked around, especially at the oil paintings on the wall.
There are some portraits of people on the oil painting, including men and women, old people and children. The painting style is the same, dark and strange, obviously painted by one person.
He looked at the counter again and saw that there were no other fallen paintings.
"All the oil paintings on the first floor are here. If Sun Rui's disappearance is related to the oil paintings, can you identify which oil painting it is?" Yang Jian looked at Zhong Yan.
This is the only one among the couriers who had contact with Sun Rui a few days ago, so her information is very important.
Zhong Yan was also looking at the oil paintings hanging on the wall, comparing them in his mind with the oil painting he saw three days ago, and finally pointed out: "If I didn't make a mistake in my judgment, the oil painting I saw three days ago
It should be that one."
Following the direction her finger pointed, Yang Jian saw the oil painting.
The oil painting depicts an old man, about sixty years old. The character in the painting is sitting on a chair with his face turned sideways, looking forward. Behind him is a wall. There are windows on the wall, but the windows
It was pitch dark and there was no way to see the outside scene through the window.
The painting style is quite depressing, which makes people feel very uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time.
"Take down that painting." Yang Jian glanced at it and said directly.
"I'll do it." The messenger named Zhou Ze volunteered to take over the task.
He walked over and climbed onto the counter next to him, then stood on tiptoe, just enough to touch the painting hanging on the wall.
But the oil painting seemed motionless as if it were embedded on the wall.
"There is something wrong with this painting." Zhou Ze said immediately.
Yang Jian peeked with his ghost eyes. His ghost eyes were not affected or suppressed. He did not have the same feeling as when he faced the ghost painting. However, at this time, he saw the man sitting by the window in the oil painting.
At this time, the old man blinked strangely, seeming to glance here intentionally or unintentionally.
"The people in the oil painting moved."
"Yes, I blinked my eyes just now and tried to turn around, but I stopped again."
The messengers were very observant, and they all paid attention to this detail.
"It seems to be no different from the oil paintings on the fifth floor." Wang Yong pondered: "But it stands to reason that it cannot be taken down, unless someone is playing tricks."
"There is something wrong with the person in the painting, and it should be related to that person." The bald man named Brother Long moved his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.
As if to confirm his words, the man in the painting stood up strangely, then turned around and faced the front.
this moment.
The portrait hanging on the wall actually became loose and fell off.
Zhou Ze's face was solemn. He hurriedly took it off and put it on the counter, then quickly distanced himself a little.
"So does Sun Rui's disappearance have something to do with this painting?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly and he stepped forward.
Zhong Yan said: "I only know that Sun Rui was indeed studying this painting three days ago, but I am not sure whether it is related to the disappearance. After all, three days have passed, and anything could happen during this period."
To be continued...