Entering the bedroom of Room 404, Li Yang's supernatural power to block the door came into play, and everyone finally found a safe place for a short time.
And the danger has not been eliminated.
Because in the living room across the door, the ghost was still walking back and forth, making rapid footsteps.
Although we know that ghosts cannot kick in the door for the time being, this kind of movement greatly challenges everyone's nerves, making people tense up and dare not relax for a moment. It seems that as long as they are distracted, someone will be outside the door.
The ghost will kick in the door.
"Can you really survive tonight?"
Yang Xiaohua and Wang Shan all had this thought in their hearts. They felt desperate and exhausted. Even with someone as tall as Yang Jian around them, they had no confidence.
After all, there are too many supernatural beings and too many ghosts appearing.
All it takes is one tiny mistake and they're dead.
The messenger on the fourth floor was so unlucky. This was not delivering a letter, it was simply sending his life.
The previous analysis is correct.
In order to deal with the ghost who had sneaked into the courier on the fourth floor, the post office immediately started cleaning mode, killing everyone here until the ghost was found.
As for the messenger's life, it doesn't matter at all.
And with the ability of the messenger on the fourth floor, it is very difficult to survive in this environment. As long as the mission of delivering letters is still there, he will be killed by the post office sooner or later.
"Everyone, let's take a rest. It's still a long night. If everything goes well, you can still survive until tomorrow morning." Yang Jian said, and at the same time he touched the crack on his forehead.
The wounds caused by the curse of the hatchet are currently being repaired.
It's just that the speed is not as fast as expected.
It seems that the price paid for the knife just now was a bit high.
"Even if you survive tonight, you will still die if the letter delivery task appears tomorrow." Yang Xiaohua was sitting on the ground curled up against the wall, her tone was lost, and she felt as if she had given up on struggling.
She felt too tired.
It would be better to just die like this.
Yang Jian glanced at him and said, "We've already come this far. What do you mean by saying this now? Do you want to commit suicide? But if you want to commit suicide, you have to get my permission."
"Don't I even have the right to die?" Yang Xiaohua said.
"No, you don't even have the ability to die." Yang Jian said, "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
Yang Xiaohua's eyes moved, thinking about the meaning of Yang Jian's words: "I should be of little value to you. If I die, you should be less of a burden, which is a good thing for you."
"Indeed, if you nod, I will throw you out right now." Yang Jian nodded and admitted directly.
"You..." Yang Xiaohua didn't dare to say any more.
She could tell that Yang Jian was serious. If she said anything, she would be thrown out of the room immediately.
"You are such a loser who cannot stand up to the wall. You should have died in Dachuan City in the first place. You want to sacrifice your life for me at this level? I even despise it." Yang Jian said coldly.
"Yang Jian, come here and take a look, there seems to be a dead person on this bed."
At this moment, Wang Shan suddenly pointed to a bed next to him and said.
The bed was covered with a white quilt, but when I opened a corner, I was surprised to find a highly decomposed dead hand exposed under the quilt.
Not only Wang Shan, but Yingying and Liu Qingqing on the side also saw it.
"It's not a ghost, it's just a dead person. It should be the messenger on the fourth floor. He might have been killed by a ghost." Liu Qingqing judged.
"This corpse seems a bit familiar." Eagle frowned after observing it, and he immediately lifted the quilt.
A strong smell of corpses wafted out, making the person almost vomit.
The highly decomposed corpse appeared before our eyes,
The dead body held a photo and a suicide note in its hands.
"It's my missing friend Zhu Lei." After Yingying identified him, his eyes narrowed.
"He died peacefully and left a suicide note and photos, so he wasn't killed by ghosts. He should have committed suicide," Liu Qingqing said.
Eagle frowned and said, "Zhu Lei doesn't seem like someone who would commit suicide. He is not that fragile."
"It doesn't matter anymore. He has been dead for a while." Yang Jian glanced at it and was not interested in the dead body.
Eagle didn't say anything, but walked over and took away the photo and suicide note from the corpse.
He didn't hesitate and opened the suicide note and read it.
It was indeed Zhu Lei's handwritten letter, which stated some of his last wishes. The photo was Zhu Lei's family portrait. It seemed that he never forgot about his family before he died.
"It took a lot of effort to become the messenger on the fourth floor, but I didn't expect that I couldn't resist in the end." Li Yang glanced briefly and said with some emotion.
He followed Yang Jian all the way here, knowing very well how difficult it was to become a messenger on the fourth floor.
As long as you persist and get to the fifth floor of the post office, there is great hope that you can leave this hellish place, no longer need to accept the post office's letter delivery task, and be completely free.
"Huh? Are there such pieces of furniture in other rooms on the fourth floor?"
At this moment, when Yang Jian was observing the corpse, he accidentally noticed that there was a large wooden wardrobe placed in the corner of the room.
Although this wardrobe is large, it is very inconspicuous, because the entire room is perfectly integrated, as if it should appear in that position, and no one will pay special attention to it. Even if they see it, they will just pass it by at a casual glance.
"No, the other rooms on the fourth floor don't have this kind of large wardrobe. The room 402 I stayed in before only had a bed and a bedside table, and nothing else. But the situation in each room is different, and there will be more or less.
There are some differences in decoration, but this kind of large furniture is impossible."
Eagle said very rationally.
"Do you think there's something wrong with this wardrobe?"
"It can't be such a bad luck, right?" Wang Shan on the side quickly backed away when he saw this, a little further away from the big wardrobe.
Yang Jian walked over: "I'm not sure, but it's better to find out. After all, I have to stay here for a long time tonight."
"Liu Qingqing, you don't plan to stand there all day."
"I understand, I'll go take a look." Liu Qingqing understood what Yang Jian meant.
She didn't do anything along the way, and all the dangers were handled by Yang Jian. Now Li Yang is blocking the door, but as a ghost controller, she didn't help. It's really hard to say that it's past.
So she had no reason to refuse the small matter of checking the situation in the room.
I'm too embarrassed to refuse.
Liu Qingqing came to the big wardrobe.
Even with her tall figure of 1.72 meters, she looked a little short standing in front of this wardrobe. She observed it and then opened the door carefully.
But she had just opened the closet door.
Something stuck out from inside and hit her head on.
moment.
Liu Qingqing's head fell to the ground, denting a large area, and then rolled down to the side, her eyes wide open, looking very surprised.
But her body was still standing there, not falling down, and maintaining a posture of opening the door.
"What?"
This sudden change shocked everyone.
"Have you been attacked?" Yang Jian's face darkened, and he saw what was in the cupboard door.
A hand stretched out from the cupboard door where a few scattered clothes were hung, and in that hand was an old wooden mallet stained with blood.
"There is someone inside. I was attacked by a living person."
Liu Qingqing, who fell to the ground, was not dead. There was no flesh and blood in her neck, and it was actually wood spliced together. Her whole figure looked like a puppet, with only her face being her own.
Although she suffered a terrible attack, Liu Qingqing made a judgment and knew that it was not a ghost that attacked her, but a human.
"Supernatural objects?"
Yang Jian stared at the old bloody gavel, with a cold smile on his lips.
It seems that today is not an unlucky day, but there is still some gain.
"Come out, you guys hiding inside."
The person in the closet didn't speak, and no one responded. Instead, he stretched out his arm from the pile of clothes in the closet and grabbed the door to close it.
"Can't you hear me? Or are you ignoring me?"
Yang Jian raised his hand, and the cracked spear in his hand flew out directly. The part of the coffin nail at the end of the gun directly pierced the arm and nailed it to the cupboard door.
There was still no movement inside,
But Yang Jian didn't care about this. He strode forward, took off the spear, grabbed the arm, and pulled it out.
A person was pulled out from the closet with a dull scream.
There was no bloody mallet in his hand, and he was not the same person who attacked Liu Qingqing just now.
"It's the messenger from the fourth floor. I've seen him before. His name is Qu Hongtao." Yingying was also watching. He saw the man being taken out and recognized him immediately.
"Eagle? Is that you?"
This man named Qu Hongtao gritted his teeth and stared at him.
Eagle seemed to have a very normal relationship with him and snorted heavily: "No wonder there is no trace of the messenger in other rooms. You are so good at hiding that you actually hid in the closet of room 404. You are not afraid of the ghost in this room."
Will I kill you by smashing the cupboard door with my head?"
"Of course I'm afraid, so we just aimed at the ghost and hit it on the head. As long as we hit the ghost, we'll be safe. I didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this." Qu Hongtao was stepped on the ground.
, he stared at Yang Jian.
A new person?
No.
Several newcomers.
He saw Li Yang, Wang Shan, Yang Xiaohua and other unfamiliar faces.
Yang Jian said: "There are still people hiding inside? How many are hiding?"
"Count me in, three." Qu Hongtao said.
"There are quite a few people." Yang Jian said, "This wardrobe seems unusual. It seems to be able to isolate all movement."
"This wardrobe was obtained during a mission to deliver letters. At that time, there was a ghost hiding in the wardrobe, so it was contaminated with some supernatural aura and experienced some strange changes. Please put this thing down first, if you have something to say."
Qu Hongtao said.
He didn't dare to move when he saw the spear in Yang Jian's hand pointed at his head, as if it was about to fall at any moment.
This is a ruthless person.
If I don't cooperate at all, I'm afraid I will be penetrated through the head and die on the spot.
Therefore, he answered all questions and did not dare to conceal information.