This is the message on this red letter. It is very simple. Except for a name, the rest is nothing.
Lin Qian held the letter and remained silent, staring at the female corpse quietly. He now knew very well that if nothing else, it was the one who made this letter.
It was very quiet in the dark corridor. Lin Qian's face was not very good-looking. There was a good chance that the contents of the letter were not what he wanted to see.
Just this thin letter made Lin Qian dare not open it easily.
The female corpse just stood on the stairs of the fifth floor, her body looming, looking at Lin Qian numbly, as if she was expecting something.
Lin Qian looked at the female corpse with a gloomy face for a long time, and finally let out a long breath. It is very likely that the female corpse still retains a trace of consciousness during her lifetime, otherwise this letter cannot be explained.
Holding the red letter, Lin Qian hesitated for a while and chose to open it. Regardless of whether he wanted to see the contents inside, he had to open it because he was the recipient.
Opening the letter sealed with red mud, there was only one photo inside, a photo that looked very festive. Lin Qian looked at the photo, and her expression suddenly became calm.
"Haha, what a great future..."
The photo was wrapped in gold foil and put into the painting. It was so interesting that Lin Qian wanted to tear up the photo on the spot.
The female corpse had already disappeared when the letter was opened. Lin Qian just remained silent, throwing the letter on the ground and looking at the red letter that slowly turned into ashes.
Lin Qian felt a haze in his heart, and at the same time, a dark staircase appeared on the fifth floor. He turned around and saw that this staircase was not wide and could only accommodate one person.
If nothing else, this is the staircase leading to the hidden sixth floor.
Lin Qian's eyes flashed, she pondered for a moment, walked over and picked up the opening, turned to Xia Hanxin and said:
"Go back to Dajiang City, and I will talk about what happens to you when I come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qian walked towards the stairs, but within a moment, he disappeared from the fifth floor.
Xia Han's heart shrank slightly. She was thinking about what Lin Qian had just said. She was stunned for a while before she remembered what to do. By the time she came to her senses, Lin Qian had already disappeared.
Looking at the empty fifth floor and the ashes on the ground, Xia Hanxin swallowed, feeling that Boss Lin seemed to be becoming more and more cruel and cold recently.
Take this time, for example, more than a dozen messengers died like this, and their ashes were spread all over the floor.
Xia Hanxin's teeth were chattering a little. She suspected that if she appeared in front of Boss Lin this time and said that she had not dealt with the matter in the morgue, she might be turned into ashes like them.
According to her understanding of Lin Qian, there is a 98% chance that this kind of thing will happen...
When he thought of this, Xia Hanxin was filled with fear. Although Boss Lin's thighs were thick, they were not very easy to hold. If he was not careful, he might be killed by these ridiculously thick thighs...
"The boss has been getting more and more out of sorts recently, and he is becoming less and less patient with people other than Coco. I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."
Xia Han walked downstairs worriedly. She had to leave quickly. Boss Lin looked very gloomy just now. It could be seen that he was not in a good mood now.
It would be better for her not to stay here, not for anything else but for her own life.
Lin Qian was walking in the dark stairs, thinking about something in her heart.
In fact, not all the couriers in the post office have been collected, and a large number of them have slipped through the net. This is normal. Some couriers are very cautious and do not come to the post office at the first time, or simply choose not to come.
Without exception, they are all waiting for news. If nothing unexpected happens, these people will no longer enter the post office from today on. So many couriers have no news after entering the post office. Even fools know that something is wrong.
So far, it seems that these messengers have made a very clear choice.
There is something very wrong with the current ghost post office. According to the original work, after splicing the body of Tian Xiaoyue, the female corpse, the ghost post office should collapse.
But looking at the situation, it was obvious that this would not happen. This was very wrong. Lin Qian felt that this was most likely caused by Zhang Xianguang's modification of the post office rules.
Many things became different after he entered the post office. This seemed to be accidental, but it was inevitable because Zhang Xianguang was here.
Lin Qian looked at the darkness ahead. After walking for a while, a room appeared in front of Lin Qian, "601".
Lin Qian calmly opened the room. He was not surprised by this. He already knew this.
The room was also dark. An oil lamp was placed on a table, and the dim light reflected a small black book.
Walking to the table, Lin Qian opened the black book. The paper on it was very familiar to him. It was the letter paper used to return letters to the post office.
With the help of the light of the oil lamp, Lin Qian could clearly see the names written on the notebook. The name on the first piece of paper was Luo Wensong, a person Lin Qian was more familiar with, Qian Wanhao's grandfather.
Turning to the second page, Tian Xiaoyue, well, the handwriting is very elegant, and it seems that people who can write such handwriting must be pretty good-looking.
This is also true. Tian Xiaoyue is very beautiful, but she is not very lucky. She was chopped off by Zhang Xianguang twice. She is really a blessed woman...
On the third page, Lin Qian was most familiar with the name on this page. He remembered this name even when he was sleeping, Zhang Xianguang.
Lin Qian looked at the name, closed it after looking at it for a while, and looked at a hanger next to the table, with a black gown hanging on it.
The gown is very old, and the supernatural power on it is very strong. If the knocker had worn this thing, it is unknown whether Yang Jian could have left the school alive.
Adhering to the fine tradition of plucking the feathers of Yan Guo, Lin Qian put the clothes away without any hesitation. It was his as soon as he saw it. There was no reason to argue.
If the owner of the clothes doesn't agree, you can let him come to me. He just lacks the rule of death if you knock on the door. He doesn't mind if you give me warmth or something.
After putting away the clothes, Lin Qian picked up the oil lamp on the table and walked to a wall with three portraits hanging on it, an old man, a woman, and a middle-aged man.
Except for the first three, he has seen all the others, but it is not difficult to guess. The old man is Luo Wensong, and the woman is Tian Xiaoyue. Although the middle-aged man looks younger, Lin Qian can still recognize it at a glance.
Yes, it’s Zhang Xianguang.
He had seen Zhang Xianguang's portrait a long time ago. When he was in Huanggang Village, he slept against the ghost coffin and came here in his dream. It was at that time that he saw Zhang Xianguang.
Thinking about it now, I had already been to the sixth floor of the ghost post office at that time.
"The supernatural is really weird and hard to distinguish." Lin Qian murmured, with a hint of joking in his eyes.
Not looking at these three portraits, and looking at them again, he couldn't see any clues. Lin Qian looked around and found that there was nothing useful, so he was a little disappointed, but he didn't care.
Carrying the oil lamp, I returned to the table and opened the black book again. I turned to the fourth page, which was blank.
Lin Qian picked up the pen and signed his name behind the fourth manager.
If you want Satsuki's paintings to be hung in the post office, you must become an administrator. Only in this way can Satsuki's paintings be re-dyed.
The first manager: Luo Wensong
The second manager: Tian Xiaoyue
The third manager: Zhang Xianguang
The fourth manager: Lin Qian
As Lin Qian wrote his name, 601, which was originally dark, gradually lit up with bits of light, and slowly the full picture of 601 was revealed in front of Lin Qian's eyes.
Lin Qian didn't pay much attention to this. He narrowed his eyes slightly and felt the supernatural power that suddenly appeared on him. Through this supernatural power, he seemed to be able to control everything in the post office at will.
Put down the pen in your hand. This thing is only for writing, it has no meaning.
Looking at a picture frame without a painting appearing on the wall, Lin Qian walked over and took out a painting contained in a gold box.
Unfolding the painting, Lin Yue'er's figure appeared in Lin Qian's eyes. Looking at Lin Yue'er's frightened and desperate expression in the painting, Lin Qian felt a little confused, and more of it felt guilty. Even Coco looked at this portrait of Lin Yue'er.
When I saw him, he had the same guilt on his face.
"Xiaoyue, it's my fault that I didn't protect you."
Lin Qian whispered softly, with a very low tone.
Putting the painting on the frame, Lin Qian waved his hand, and an oil painting suddenly appeared on the wall, with several large vats of colorful dyes painted on it.
This is ghost paint. Only by using it to color Lin Yue'er's painting can Lin Yue'er in the painting be resurrected.
Taking off Lin Yue'er's painting, Lin Qian walked directly into the painting that had just appeared. A strange and inexplicable scene appeared in 601, as Lin Qian walked towards the painting.
Lin Qian's figure slowly appeared in the painting. It was clear that half of Lin Qian's body was still outside, but the other half of Lin Qian's body had already appeared in the painting.
In the painting, the gloomy blue sky means that this is no place for living people to come, and a winding bluestone path extends towards the front.
At the end of the path, there are several rows of shelves standing among them, with pieces of colorful cloth hung on them. The cloths look very good. Next to the shelves are several large vats filled with paints of different colors.
Lin Qian stood in front of a dye vat. The dye in the vat reflected light slightly, reflecting Lin Qian, Coco, and a bride holding Lin Qian's neck.
The moment Lin Qian and the others' shadows were reflected in the dye vat, the dye in the dye vat suddenly began to surge, and a young man with a slightly glowing red eye slowly emerged from it.
But before it had a complete head, it collapsed instantly and turned into a puddle of dye again.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian was a little disappointed. This thing was a bit rubbish. He couldn't even copy his semi-supernatural abilities, let alone copy the supernatural manifestations of Coco and the Cunning Bride.
"The level of terror is still too low. It would be better if it were higher."
Lin Qian muttered in her heart and painted Lin Yue'er's portrait in the dye vat in front of her. Then, there was no more. The coloring was completed. Now she only needed to hang Xiao Yue's painting in the ghost post office.
That’s it.
And he will also lose his qualifications as an administrator. Compared to his identity as an administrator, he cares more about Lin Yue'er's life and death.
Without hesitation, Lin Qian took Lin Yue'er's painting and walked away from it. It was just a painting. It wouldn't take long.
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Under the dark blue sky, a woman who looked like a high school student looked around with a frightened expression, her body trembling constantly.
Not far from her, a building with flashing neon lights stood there. The building was shrouded in darkness and black, with only the flashing sign lighting up a small area around it.
But just because of that sign, it should have been a good place to go. At least in this world surrounded by fog, as the only building here, it should be a place where people can seek refuge.
But the three words with flashing lights on the sign made her dare not get even half a step closer.
Ghost post office
This didn't look like a good place to go, at least that's what Lin Yue'er thought in her heart, although she didn't know why she appeared here.
According to her memory, wasn't she killed by a ghost that suddenly appeared in school? Why is she still alive?
But she knew that now was not the time to think about these things, as her brother's words kept echoing in her mind.
"Ghosts cannot be killed!"
"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts!"
"Ghosts rely on rules to kill people!"
"Xiaoyue, if one day you encounter a supernatural event and I am unable to come to you as soon as possible."
"Remember, don't yell, don't panic, don't run, but control your fear and observe your surroundings."
"If there are other people around you, remember how they died and what they did before they died that caused the evil spirits to attack them."
"Find out the pattern of evil spirits killing people. Only in this way can you have a one-tenth chance of surviving."
Lin Yue'er still remembers that she was still very surprised at that time. She didn't understand that her brother's one-in-ten chance of survival was a bit exaggerated. He was even deliberately exaggerating to scare her and stop her from killing him.
What he said was treated as a joke.
She believed it at that time, but she only believed 70% of it. She did not believe that there was only a one-tenth chance of surviving. After all, in her opinion, a one-tenth chance was no different from having no chance.
But now she believes it. After experiencing the supernatural incident at school, she believes it.
"Lin Yue'er, don't panic, don't be afraid, stay calm. Although I don't know why you are here, it doesn't matter. The important thing is to survive!"
Lin Yue'er looked at the ghost post office not far away, folding her arms and constantly looking around, trying to find a way out of here.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
At this moment, a dull sound of footsteps sounded, and listening to this direction, it was behind, and it was approaching this direction unhurriedly.
Lin Yue'er's little face suddenly turned pale. She subconsciously looked back, but there was nothing behind her. She only heard footsteps and saw no one...
Lin Yue'er suddenly had a bad guess in her heart, maybe it was a ghost.