The sky is slightly bright, and for most city residents, they have not yet gotten up at this time, but for a few people, it is the beginning of a day's work.
Every city is similar.
It seems that there is nothing special today.
But for some individuals, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that breaks the peaceful life of more than ten years.
The messenger on the fifth floor hidden in the city began to take action.
They took the time to make preparations. They hardly needed to contact each other. They just saw the supernatural phenomenon in the post office and knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost. They had to rush back to the post office as quickly as possible to regain the balance.
Only in this way can you continue to live the life you want.
So at this moment, almost all the couriers on the fifth floor 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 a little hairless, walked out of a small forest on the outskirts of the city, covered in mud.
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.
In front of him, a path leading to the post office was particularly clear.
The post office is calling them.
If you do not go to the post office for a long time, the curse of the post office will appear, and the messenger will be hunted by evil spirits endlessly.
Therefore, no one dares to refuse the call of the post office.
soon.
This man, about fifty years old, wore slippers and walked onto the road leading to the post office despite being covered in mud.
Although it was not the first time he walked on this road, after so many years, he still felt a little emotional and uneasy, because he knew 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 always encounter ghosts.
I won't be able to come back.
"I hope this time it will be just a false alarm like the previous times, and the problem can be solved quickly." The man's face was expressionless and cold, but his heart was no longer as cold-blooded as before.
He has a wife and children.
More than ten years of ordinary life have long since transformed him into an ordinary person again. If he had been given another ten years, he would not even come here when his children grow up.
only.
Now that my child is still young and my family still needs me, I can't die, at least not yet.
This man in his fifties is called Wang Yong, a very, very ordinary name. If it weren't for the curse letter, he would still be a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.
.
However, among the former messengers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe.
Because he had already delivered two letters when he was on the fifth floor, and there was only one letter left to leave the post office.
However, Wang Yong was not very lucky. He encountered a black letter for the last time, causing his letter delivery mission to be suspended.
Wang Yong quickly finished walking the weird 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.
He moved his eyes slightly, looked at it, and then pushed the door open and entered.
The lights were now on in the lobby on the first floor of the post office. The yellow and dim lights dispelled the darkness. Although it was not bright enough, it also illuminated the surroundings.
Although it is relatively early now, there are already people in the post office hall on the first floor, more than one person. It is obvious that someone has come early in time.
There are three people in the hall.
A middle-aged man wearing chauffeur clothes, his figure was a little out of shape and no longer what he was 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 was already in her forties, with disheveled hair, as if she hadn't woken up, and had two dark circles under her eyes, looking listless.
"Are you...Wang Yong?" When the others saw someone pushing the door open and entering the hall, they immediately turned around and looked around.
When he saw a middle-aged man in pajamas with a somewhat bald head, he immediately frowned. He recalled his previous acquaintances in his mind, and finally compared them in his memory, and said with some uncertainty.
Wang Yong nodded slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You have changed a lot."
The man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped them: "This situation is very special. The post office has been calling us all night. Apparently the black letter has fallen into the hands of the new courier, but he should still be there.
At the post office, I think this matter should be more secure, so I will wait for your arrival on the first floor."
"After all, times have changed. Supernatural events have now appeared in the city. Some people have even controlled ghosts and dealt with supernatural events. Therefore, we cannot underestimate others just because they are newcomers. It is possible that this newcomer is not lucky.
He won the 502 round, but he really relied on his ability to take away the black letter. If that were the case, I'm afraid a lot of people would die today."
The woman in her forties with dark circles under her eyes said: "There have been a lot of messengers on the fifth floor over the years, and there must be more than just us."
Li Yong glanced at it: "There are not many messengers who have survived until now. Some of them were possessed by spirits. Although they left the post office, they could not live long. Within a few years, the evil ghosts gradually revived, causing
One supernatural event after another, it’s hard to say how much will be left in the end.”
"However, the surviving messengers on the fifth floor will be in two extremes. They are either too weak, or they are terrifyingly strong. Those who are neither good nor bad will not be able to bear to take the first step."
"There is only one person on the other side. I think the four of us are enough." The man who was acting as a driver had a gloomy expression on his face: "Kill him, and I will go back to run a takeaway. It cannot affect my work."
This person seems to be working all day long, running outside during the day and working as a driver at night, which is very hard.
"We're already here, so just wait a little longer. We're stuck on the first floor, and the new messenger can't get out," Wang Yong said.
Others think it makes sense and have no objections.
I've been waiting all night, and it didn't take much longer than this.
About ten minutes later, more messengers arrived one after another. Originally there were only four people in the lobby on the first floor, but now six people had gathered.
They felt that six people should be enough to take action. Although the messenger did not appear, they did not know how long it would take if they continued to wait. Moreover, such a number of people was enough for a newcomer, and there was no point in having a few more.
big.
"For the time being, it's just us, let's go to the fifth floor." Wang Yong said.
The remaining people couldn't wait any longer. They didn't want to stay in the post office any longer. They just wanted to finish the matter and leave here quickly.
A series of hurried footsteps appeared on the old wooden stairs.
They went straight to the fifth floor without any hesitation, and because it was daytime, they were not worried about encountering ghosts in the post office, so they did not need to worry too much about their actions. After all, they were dealing with people this time, and among everyone
In my subconscious mind, people are much easier to deal with than ghosts.
At least I won't feel scared or intimidated.
soon.
The group finished the last flight of stairs with the determination to regain the peace of the post office.
They pushed open the wooden door and entered the lobby on the fifth floor.
Although some messengers have not returned here for many years, the oil paintings hanging on the walls and this silent hall often appear in their sleep, allowing them to come here in the middle of the night.
"The smell here makes people feel palpitated just by smelling it. If I could, I really don't want to come back to this place again in my life." The man in suit looked around and became wary and nervous.
"The door of room 502 is broken. What happened last night? Even the door is broken? Hasn't the ghost in the room already escaped?"
It was the middle-aged woman who spoke. She stared at the empty door and the sawdust scattered on the floor.
As you can imagine, someone used very arrogant means to forcefully break down the door last night.
"Now is not the time to worry about the door. This newcomer on the fifth floor is really not simple. His ability to destroy the door means that his methods are very powerful. And at this time, he should be resting in a certain room. Pay attention.
It is very likely that our arrival has disturbed him."
Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the remaining doors.
Excluding the three rooms 501, 502 and 505, there are actually not many rooms left that can be occupied.
"How can a group of people join forces to defeat a newcomer? I don't believe it." Another unfamiliar messenger on the fifth floor said solemnly.
"It's right to be careful. Even if we win, others are not helpless. They can kill a few of us even if we try our best." The man in the suit said.
But while they were talking.
Sudden.
"boom!"
A loud noise broke the solemn situation, and the door belonging to room 507 suddenly opened.
next moment.
A man was thrown out, rolled to the ground, and finally lay on his back, motionless.
This man was slightly obese, wearing an apron and stained with blood. His eyes were wide open, but there was no sparkle in them.
"This is... the soul seducer, Zhao Feng? Why is he here?"
"I'm afraid I couldn't help but come to the post office alone last night to kill this newcomer, and I accidentally got killed. This guy used to be a bit too much, and I didn't expect that he hasn't gotten rid of this problem yet." Someone sneered.
.
"No, he seems to be still breathing, not dead yet."
Someone observed and found that Zhao Feng had not completely died and was still alive.
"Even if he didn't die, the current situation is not much different from death. The other party spared Zhao Feng's life. What was it? Did he not want to break up? Or was he unwilling to deal with a corpse?"
"Everyone is quiet."
Wang Yong immediately gave a low drink and stopped the discussion of the messengers on the fifth floor.
After seeing Zhao Feng's fate, wouldn't these people be a little vigilant?
Which one is more difficult, killing Zhao Feng or capturing Zhao Feng, can be easily understood by thinking about it.
Although Zhao Feng was a little overconfident in the past, it is undeniable that his ability is indeed very strong. He has already killed the newcomer messenger who went to the fifth floor alone before.
When Wang Yong drank, the others also put away their thoughts.
Everyone looked towards room 502.
now.
The door of that room was open, and there was heavy footsteps coming from inside. It was obvious that someone was walking out of the room.
"You came to the post office so early, you probably didn't come for the mission of delivering letters, and there should be more than just you couriers on the fifth floor, but there are still some who haven't come?" A cold, seemingly emotionless voice sounded.
But a young man in his twenties, with a strange spear in his hand, appeared at the door of the room with an expressionless face.
As expected, Yang Jian waited for these people at around six o'clock.
They can't wait to come to the post office to restore the balance.
"You were the one who killed Zhao Feng? Are all the newcomers in the post office so good now? A veteran courier on the fifth floor ended up so miserable." Wang Yong took a step forward and made his position and attitude clear.
"Wang Yong?" Yang Jian looked at him: "A ruthless man who sent two letters on the fifth floor."
"Do you know me?" Wang Yong frowned, then glanced at Zhao Feng on the ground.
This guy was afraid of leaking all the information on the fifth floor. No wonder this newcomer didn't rush to kill people after catching them. It turned out that he wanted to torture out important information.
"I know everything that needs to be known. There's no need to make excuses. You guys want this." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and shook it.
A black letter appeared in his hand.
"Sure enough, it's in his hands." The expression of the person next to him immediately changed, and he couldn't help but speak out.
"Send this letter back to room 502. We can avoid conflicts. The curse of the messenger should not continue. You should leave the post office and return to freedom like us. If you continue to deliver letters, you will die miserably." Wang Yong looked at it.
After taking a look at the letter, he was not in a hurry to break up.
Because if possible, he wanted to try to convince the newcomer to take his side.
As long as the positions change, there will be no grievances or grudges between each other and misunderstandings can be resolved.
"What if I say no?" Yang Jian put the black letter into his pocket.
"You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letter is related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once the letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign letter delivery tasks. All our fifth floor couriers will
You will be controlled by the post office and lose your freedom. You are also the messenger coming up from downstairs, and you should understand the dangers in the process of delivering letters."
"I really can't understand why some people are opposed to something that is beneficial to everyone."
The man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.
"Liu Ziwen, who used to be an old courier on the fifth floor of the post office, delivered a letter from the fifth floor." Yang Jian glanced at him, called out his name, and even learned some of his past.
The man in Liu Ziwen's suit flashed his eyes: "Since you know so much, I don't understand your approach even more."
"You don't need to understand, because you can't understand what I do."
Yang Jiandao, he did not want to explain, but instead said: "I will give you a chance. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to lead you to completely deal with the ghost post office. Even if it doesn't work, at least I will
Take control of the ghost post office and get rid of the fate of delivering letters."
He sent a friendly signal.
Because Yang Jian feels that the messengers on the fifth floor are good talents. If anyone is willing to stand on his side, he can absorb these talents and bring them to Dachang City to work for him.
"You should also think carefully before answering. I only give you this one chance. If you miss it, you will die." After Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.