Chapter nine hundred and ninety first night investigation
A huge oil painting as tall as one person hangs on the wall of the post office lobby on the fifth floor.
The painting is a landscape.
It was a strange old forest shrouded by a black moon.
The trees in the old forest are sparse and have no leaves. They are like dry corpses. They stand twisted and deformed on the ground, as if they have experienced a fire. However, it is worth noting that in the old black forest of dead trees, there is a line.
The blackened arms stretched out from the ground.
It seems like it's trying to crawl out of the ground.
But the blackened arm didn't move, it just stood there quietly. If you didn't observe it carefully, it would just be ignored as a branch.
The weird calling sounds are still ringing.
This voice has a strong bewitching quality and can make people unable to help but walk into the painting.
Yang Jian's mind was very clear. He was an alien now and could not feel this influence. However, the scary thing was that his body could not help but move in that direction.
As he gets closer.
The charred arm in the sparse old forest in the oil painting suddenly moved. At this moment, the scene in the oil painting seemed to have become real. The charred arm actually stretched longer and longer, which was the picture.
It seemed to be twisted, and finally a few charred fingers stretched out despite the obstruction of the oil painting.
night.
The supernatural beings in the oil paintings began to invade the fifth floor of the post office.
Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed when he saw this scene. He immediately used ghost shadow to forcefully control his body, stop his steps, and at the same time isolate himself from the influence of the supernatural.
A black ghost shadow enveloped the body, and the feeling of losing control of the body immediately disappeared.
This kind of supernatural being that can ignore people's thoughts and directly affect the body cannot yet compete with ghosts for control.
After Yang Jian reacted like this, the whispering voice in his ears immediately disappeared.
Take another look.
The oil painting that was as tall as a person returned to normal, and the charred arm in the painting still stretched out from the ground, maintaining a stiff and motionless posture. Everything seemed to be an illusion, making people feel a little unreal.
"This oil painting is more sinister. The other oil paintings just stared at me, but did not try to attack me. However, this painting can affect the ghost master. If the messenger on the fifth floor comes out of the room at night without knowing the situation,
Under this, I am afraid that I will walk all the way to darkness until I finally get close to this oil painting and be killed by the ghost hidden in this oil painting."
Yang Jian squinted his eyes slightly and backed away from the painting.
However, he could imagine in his mind how dangerous it would be for a person without ghost eyes to see through the darkness and wandering in the hall on the fifth floor.
"The oil paintings on the walls are divided into two types. One is the landscape painting that seems meaningless but actually hides a ghost. The second is the figure painting that looks weird but is actually not dangerous. As for the third type.
.....There are also some paintings of objects that cannot be judged, and I don’t know what they are used for.”
Yang Jian finally saw that there were relatively few paintings of objects on the walls.
The painting was very small, about the same size as a photo, and hung in an inconspicuous place.
In addition, it seems that those object paintings did not appear during the day... I thought about it carefully.
There are indeed no paintings of these objects during the day.
"In short, we can't get close to these paintings for the time being. Although not all oil paintings have ghosts in them, there are probably a lot of oil paintings with ghosts. There is no need for me to waste time on them at this time." Yang Jian thought in his heart.
He stared at the strange figures in the oil paintings around him, then walked around the hall, observing the remaining rooms.
There is a suspected problem with rooms 501 and 502.
Room No. 507 was occupied by Yang Jian and Li Yang.
The status of the remaining four rooms 503, 504, 505, and 506 is unknown. You can continue to observe these rooms.
Yang Jian passed by these four rooms and found that all the lights were on. Although the yellow lights were not bright enough, the lights could still be seen through the cracks in the doors, and they were very eye-catching.
He tried to listen.
There was a faint sound coming from one of the rooms, No. 505. The sound should be in the bedroom of room No. 505. It was separated by two doors, so it was not loud. When it floated outside, it was already faint, but Yang Jian was still there.
I could barely hear what the sound was.
A piece of music is like singing a drama.
It has the feeling of being played by an old record player, which is very period.
"Before, I heard the sound of someone singing a drama on the fourth floor of the post office, but at that time the sound came from outside the post office, not inside the post office. Is the sound in room 505 the same as what I heard that day?
The source of that dramatic sound?”
Yang Jian was a little curious and wanted to go out and investigate.
But at some point, the door of Room 502 suddenly opened half a crack, and the middle-aged man, who was not in good health and coughed a bit, stood gloomily at the door and half of his body was exposed.
He looked this way with a somewhat strange expression.
But it's worth noting.
The lights in room 502 were darker than other rooms. Several lights seemed to be extinguished inside. The remaining lights were not enough to illuminate the entire room, and they flickered from time to time, which looked particularly weird.
"Don't try to open the door randomly at night, it will cause serious trouble." The middle-aged man at the door spoke.
Yang Jian immediately looked over: "It's you again? I thought you were a ghost during the day. Now it seems that the lights in room 501 are out. Although there is a problem with the lights in your room, at least they are still on...
The possibility of you being a ghost is relatively small, but you said not to open the door randomly at night, can you tell me why?"
The middle-aged man in his early fifties was silent for a moment, and then said: "The messenger on the fifth floor will inevitably provoke some terrible ghosts during the task of delivering letters. Although the post office is special and can prevent the invasion of most ghosts,
The safety of the courier is guaranteed, but things are not absolute."
"The post office has existed for a long time, so some special cases have appeared. There are evil spirits chasing the messengers to this floor, and this special situation has happened more than once."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, feeling that what this man said was quite reasonable.
The man continued: "After a ghost invades the fifth floor of the post office, there will only be two results. Either kill all the messengers, or be dealt with. Room 505 once dealt with a ghost. That ghost is suspected to be involved in the Republic of China.
The period was very dangerous, so that room was a taboo, and no messenger set foot there."
"But the ghost in the room has never come out. It seems that the previous letter used some means to confine the ghost in the room."
"It seems like a good deal to lock up a ghost in one room in exchange for the security of one floor, but that's only at that time."
The man said in an unhurried tone: "It's just that as time goes by, the messengers on the fifth floor change, and this situation continues to happen. Strictly speaking, all the rooms on this floor are unsafe."
"That's it." Yang Jian understood what this person meant.
The previous couriers could use one room to deal with one ghost, and the following couriers would naturally do the same. As a result, over time, all the rooms on the fifth floor of the post office would become unsafe. The later couriers would like a safe room.
There is only one way to deal with the ghost in the room by your own ability.
There was also a ghost in Room 507 before Yang Jian, but I don't know if the ghost could not be dealt with by the previous messenger, or if it was done on purpose.
After all, it is not easy to clear a room under such circumstances. If you want to prevent it from being occupied by others, leaving a ghost in the room that is not too scary and can be dealt with can actually protect the room from being taken away.
"The messenger on the fifth floor only delivers one letter a year, and will leave the post office after three letters, so the room on the fifth floor is not very important to the messenger," Yang Jian said.
The middle-aged man added: "You seem to have always thought that the rooms in the post office are only for couriers to stay temporarily? If that is the case, then why does the post office have rooms on every floor? Just put the letters in the lobby on the first floor, and the couriers will receive them.
You can leave as soon as you finish the mail delivery mission, and you don’t need to stay in the post office at all.”
Yang Jian frowned.
He also thought about this problem, but he selectively ignored it because he rushed to the fifth floor of the post office as quickly as possible and did not intend to spend more time in the post office.
Now that I think about it carefully, I have indeed met other messengers on every floor.
Some couriers met me because of the task of delivering letters, and some couriers seemed to... live in the post office.
"The messenger during the letter delivery mission triggered the murderous pattern of the ghost and was targeted by the ghost. Although he escaped back to the post office by luck and used the characteristics of the ghost post office to protect himself, he was indeed safe, but the ghost did not stop.
Chasing and killing, as long as the courier leaves the post office, the ghosts from the last letter delivery mission will still hunt and kill the courier."
Yang Jian then realized something and told such a terrible and cruel reality.
"So, the messenger has to choose to live in the post office for a long time to avoid the risk of being chased by ghosts. Moreover, the higher the floor, the more messengers deliver letters, and the greater the probability of being targeted by ghosts. What do you think of my inference?
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"That's true, but that's just one of the reasons. There's another reason...cough." The middle-aged man did not continue, but was stopped by a weak cough.
"You feel unwell. It's probably not an old problem. Did you suffer some supernatural attack recently?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered. When he heard such a cough, he suspected that this person had been in contact with the disappeared Sun Rui.
Sun Rui's codename is Sick Ghost.
His supernatural power can even make ghosts weak and cough. If the ghost master is attacked, he may not die, but he will definitely become weak and cough.
"I've been staying at this post office for a long time. It's humid, cold, and without sunlight all day long. It's inevitable that I'll feel a little uncomfortable," the middle-aged man said.
Yang Jian said: "You know, actually I didn't come here to deliver letters. The previous task of delivering letters was just a process for me to get to the fifth floor of the post office. Now that I'm here, I actually don't have to worry about many things.
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"For example, I can kill a courier on the fifth floor and steal his memory."
At this moment, his attitude suddenly changed, and he stared at the man standing at the door of Room 502 very unfriendly.
"Is this what you think? It seems that the messenger downstairs has a white-eyed look on his face. Thank you for my kindness in giving you some advice." The man in his early fifties still had an expressionless face and no emotion at all.
After all, the people who can come to this floor are not ordinary people, and no matter what they do, it is not surprising.
"Wrong and right are not decided by you or me, but by strength. And I suspect that Sun Rui in the lobby on the first floor has done something to you. He is the cause of your cough, so I want to try
Let's see if the result is the same as I guessed." Yang Jian felt that this person was an important point in breaking the deadlock.
By accessing his memory, he can uncover many secrets.
Immediately.
He went straight to room 502.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man in his early fifties immediately backed away and disappeared into the darkness as the lights in the room flickered, and then the wooden door slammed shut.
"A door can't stop me." Yang Jian was not afraid of him running away.
The fifth floor of this post office is a dead end and there is nowhere to run.
When he came to the door, he immediately chopped it down with the hatchet in his hand, causing a crack in the wooden door.
However, there were no lights flashing inside, but instead it was plunged into darkness.
Yang Jian looked inside through the opening. There was no one in sight, and there was a faint smell of damp rot coming from inside, which made people very uncomfortable.
It would be a kind of torture for a living person to live in such a place for a long time.