118 Shortcut to the stairs in the ghost post office
So, Cao Ya and the others discussed it and decided to stay. They first entered a room to see the actual situation of the ghost post office and then discussed the next step.
Because Cao Ya and the others broke in by force, just in case, it is best for the four of them to stay in a room to ensure that they can deal with various emergencies.
I'm afraid the ghost post office won't be peaceful tonight.
They chose Wang Shan's room.
Wang Shan's face changed slightly and he objected repeatedly, but his objections were ineffective.
Several people had a tough attitude and entered Room 17.
Wan Xing and the woman named Qian Rong quickly entered Room 11 and slammed the door tightly.
In room 17.
Cao Ya stood at the door, spreading his senses and sensing the movement outside.
At six o'clock, the lights in the post office were completely extinguished, darkness enveloped the entire post office, and it fell into a deathly darkness.
Even the neon lights next to the sign outside the door were dim.
However, at this moment——
In the eerily silent ghost post office, a dead footsteps echoed.
That was the sound made by the corpse stepping on the wooden board. Every now and then, it creaked and floated over, as if it was there or not.
And the sound was very strange. When it was on the fourth floor, it only echoed on the fourth floor. There was no movement downstairs, and you couldn't hear it even if you pricked your ears.
Cao Ya didn't pay attention to the movement, and concentrated on exploring the atmosphere outside.
A cold breath slowly appeared on the first floor. Needless to say, he knew it was a fierce ghost.
At this time, other people also heard the heavy footsteps, and their expressions couldn't help but change.
Yang Jian looked around. The decoration of this room was exactly the same as that of the Caesar Hotel he had been to. A powerful supernatural item he carried with him - an old rusty hatchet - was snatched from a tiger's mouth in the Caesar Hotel.
"What's the connection between the two?" Yang Jian pondered.
The Ghost Post Office and the weird Caesar Hotel are products of the same period.
"There are five people in the room, and they are all fucking men. There is only one bed. How can we sleep there? If word spreads, it will be over." Sun Rui stared at the wooden bed in the room and couldn't help complaining.
"Let's just make do with it for one night. There's something wrong with this place, especially after the lights were turned off just now." Li Yang said.
Wang Shan secretly pouted, I live in this room alone, who told you to force your way in?
Apparently there are still several vacant rooms.
"Shh!" Cao Ya signaled everyone to stop talking.
The old wooden door was a little deformed. Even if it was closed, it was not closed tightly. There were still cracks as thick as a finger. Through those cracks, he could clearly see the darkness outside. This darkness seemed to have already formed.
The essence has been revealed, and even a little bit has penetrated into it.
Special darkness, the ability of ghosts?
Cao Ya held the door handle, as if he was about to rush out at any moment.
Sun Rui glanced at him:
"Cao Ya, don't tell me, are you going to risk your life and rush out?"
Cao Ya shook his head and stood by the door, sensing the movement outside.
Seeing that there was no big abnormality, Sun Rui chatted with Li Yang and said that he had written a paper about ghosts before, but was called back by the headquarters. He politely said that his paper lacked corresponding actual evidence. In fact, it was
Said he was talking nonsense.
But judging from what Sun Rui meant, he really put a lot of effort into that paper. He also said that he wrote a book called "I am the person in charge of Dahan City", which is his autobiography. He also contacted the publisher to prepare
Print millions of copies, guaranteed to sell well!
He also said that if they are willing, they can write a biography for each of them, which will be guaranteed to be exciting. When the time comes, they will be published together to keep the eyes of those who control ghosts.
Yang Jian asked him to stop talking nonsense. If he published his autobiography, wouldn't he reveal his own information?
Wang Shan stayed quietly in the corner, not daring to interrupt.
He is not a ghost master.
However, when several people asked him something, Wang Shan did not dare not answer.
According to Wang Shan, he once heard the courier upstairs say that there is a staircase on the fifth floor of the post office that leads to the outside. This is probably the only chance for the couriers to get out of this hellish place.
He said he had no choice but to take a gamble.
If he stays here, he will die sooner or later. He has no control over the ghosts. If he sends messages too many times, he will always run into ghosts.
That's why Wang Shancai helped a few people, hoping that they could help him when the time comes.
Wang Shan confessed everything and concealed nothing, dispelling the concerns of several ghost masters.
Wang Shan understood that in front of the ghost controller, he was just an ordinary person, the kind who had no power to resist at all.
Moreover, after killing themselves, these responsible persons do not need to bear any responsibility.
In special times, the power of the person in charge is boundless.
Correspondingly, the person in charge also needs to deal with supernatural events and risk his life.
Wang Shan also said that during the time he became a messenger, he had carefully reasoned and researched and discovered a loophole in going upstairs.
Ordinary people cannot accomplish this method, and they will die miserably. Only special people can do it.
The special person here naturally refers to the ghost controller.
According to Wang Shan, each courier needs to complete three letter delivery tasks before going upstairs. However, the time each courier enters is inconsistent, which leads to a problem. Some people have delivered two letters, while others have not.
Only one letter was sent, and some even just came in and didn't send a letter at all.
Veterans and novices stay on the same floor. Does the post office want the veterans to guide the novices?
Obviously, the ghost post office is not so kind.
So there is only one explanation. The post office wants newbies to get started faster.
"The key to going upstairs is not how many letters you sent, but whether you sent the crucial letter upstairs."
Wang Shan spoke seriously, without any of the excitement of his age. On the contrary, he was very calm.
"The third letter in the hands of each messenger is the letter to go upstairs. After snatching it and sending it out, if the person can come back alive, then this person can replace the original messenger and successfully go upstairs."
"As a price, the number of times the courier has delivered letters may be cleared, and you need to start over to deliver three more letters. Or maybe everyone can go upstairs together."
Wang Shan didn't know this either. After all, it was just his speculation and he had no personal experience.
"I will be sent to the third letter soon. Wanxing is the third letter. Instead, it is the woman named Qian Rong who sent the letter. It does not meet the goal."
Cao Ya listened for a while and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter. As long as the road appears, anyone who wants to go up it can go up it."
The road leading to the second floor appeared, which meant that the supernatural spaces separated by the first and second floors were temporarily connected.
The passage has appeared, but Cao Ya can't break in?
He just couldn't figure out the specific coordinates of those floors located in other supernatural spaces.
Just some hazy fuzzy feelings.
Wang Shan was stunned. He looked at the other three people and saw three pensive faces. He was a little doubtful about life. Are all ghost controllers so confident?
