Chapter 908 Meeting the Messenger (Please subscribe, please collect, please monthly vote, please recommend votes)
Hearing this, Su Yuan no longer hesitated, took out the black cane, and planned to open the door to the room.
“Creak~!”
However, at this moment, a slight sound came. Su Yuan heard the sound and went to see the door of the hall on the fifth floor. The cold wind blew and it slowly opened.
A staircase leading downstairs appeared in front of you.
The steps of this staircase are different from the ones during the day. The steps of the stairs during the day were incomplete, but the steps now are intact. It seems that you can return to the fourth and third floors of the post office through this special staircase. , second floor.
The stairs that suddenly appeared in this situation seemed to invite Su Yuan to go downstairs, not to open those weird rooms.
But Su Yuan turned a blind eye to this situation, opened the door again with a black cane, and slammed the door hard.
The room seemed to be empty. After the door was broken open, there was no movement inside, and there was nothing abnormal. It was very quiet.
After a few more blows, a huge hole opened up in the door. At this time, suddenly. Something seemed to have fallen from behind the door. Su Yuan's eyes lit up, he reached out to grab it, and then withdrew his hand, only to see that he was holding a few strands of black hair in his hand. The hair smelled rancid, as if it was buried in The soil has been there for a while, and it smells like corpse.
It looked like black rotten hair blocking the door, making it impossible for people outside to push it open.
"Someone deliberately blocked the door with this thing, so there is no way to open it easily."
Su Yuan had no expression on his face, with a look of slight disgust, and cleaned up a small area. A pile of rotten hair.
Under his own supernatural suppression, even though these hairs are weird and carry some kind of supernatural power, they cannot exert their original effect and can only be quickly removed.
It’s hard to imagine that such a small thing can seal a door.
But as the door was opened, the singing voice that he heard just now disappeared strangely at this moment. After opening the door, Su Yuan looked along the room.
The room was dim, but it would not have any impact on Su Yuan. The ghost eye could ignore the influence of light and directly see everything in the room clearly.
The room on the fifth floor is larger than the room on the fourth floor. It is no longer a single room, but a relatively spacious living room. In this living room, there are dining tables and sofas, some of which look more expensive. The decoration, furnishings, and the overall style are no longer the old wooden furniture on the fourth floor, but more modern.
Compared to 502, the conditions here are obviously much better.
But after stepping into this room, Su Yuan could clearly feel that the room had an unreal feeling. After thinking for a moment, the black light itself emerged, gradually covering the entire room. Soon, The room in his sight began to become distorted and blurred.
Those modern-style decorations have become illusory and no longer real. It turns out that all the scenes and arrangements in the room are illusions caused by supernatural interference.
It’s just that this illusion is almost the same as the real thing. Ordinary people and even ordinary ghost controllers can’t tell the difference at all.
Ignoring the influence of illusion, the room presents a real scene under the influence of the ghost realm.
Dark, depressing, and weird. The old walls are mottled and covered with moss. The furniture is also very old. It has not been cleaned for many years and is full of stains. There are even a lot of blood stains left after drying. traces.
In this kind of environment, people who live there for a few days will feel depressed.
The supernatural creates an illusory illusion, changes the decoration style of the room, and reduces the dark and depressing feeling. This is actually a good thing.
Even if you know that all this is false, it is still better than presenting the unacceptable truth.
“Other messengers have come in here.”
Su Yuan came to the living room and glanced around with ghost eyes, but because of the special nature of the post office, ghost eyes could not penetrate As for the walls, everything in the living room was normal, nothing noteworthy.
Then he went to the bathroom and found nothing unusual after checking it. However, when Su Yuan entered the room, he immediately noticed something was wrong, as if he had discovered the existence of something.
No, to be precise, it was an anomaly in the bedroom.
It was a room that looked quite in the style of the Republic of China. The furniture in the room was all full of the style of the Republic of China. The walls were painted red, the floor was red, and the roof was red. Red cloth strips were hung on it, and there were even red lanterns hanging inside.
Especially there is a dressing table with some cosmetic items on it. The scene reflected by the bronze mirror on the dressing table looks very blurry, and it is not the same as the one produced by modern technology. The mirror was incomparable, but when Su Yuan stood in front of the bronze mirror, five figures were clearly displayed in the mirror.
That is the evil ghost controlled by him and himself.
“Can this mirror show the evil ghosts controlled by people?”
Seeing this, Su Yuan probably understood the purpose of this mirror, but it only showed supernatural scenes. If it had no other uses, its value would be greatly reduced.
But these were not what attracted Su Yuan the most. He mainly wanted to find the source of the sound and figure out the specific reason. It was a pity that after he came in, the singing sound completely disappeared. It disappeared. Even if you use your ghost eyes, you can't completely find the source.
“Can’t find it? Or does it require special media to find it?”
While thinking about it, Su Yuan began to have some ideas, wondering whether to ask Yang Jian to borrow it. Let's use that hatchet. Maybe in this way, we can find the abnormality.
After thinking about it for a moment, I finally gave up on the idea.
After all, the fifth floor of the ghost post office is neither big nor small. It is not easy to find Yang Jian, and it is not known whether he will go down the stairs that suddenly appeared.
So in the end, when the search was fruitless, Su Yuan gave up the idea.
“Anyway, the anomaly exists in the ghost post office. As long as Sun Rui can become the new manager of the post office, then I will naturally have a lot of time to investigate carefully, so there is no need to worry about it at all. On this night.”
After thinking for a long time, Su Yuan finally chose to leave the room and continue to look for other anomalies. Before leaving, he planned to move the mirror away, but the mirror seemed to be embedded in the wall. Unless the wall is demolished, otherwise, it cannot be taken away at all.
At the same time, with the detachment of the black letter, the curse that had been suppressed for at least ten years began to appear in the post office.
everywhere.
A series of strange roads leading to the post office began to appear. Every time one of these roads appeared, it represented the presence of a fifth-floor messenger.
And a long period of accumulation.
The number of couriers on the fifth floor is more than expected.
In the past, the messengers on the fourth and third floors rumored that there was a problem on the fifth floor, and it was suspected that everyone was dead. Now it seems that that is wrong.
The messenger on the fifth floor is not dead, but because he no longer needs to deliver letters, he has left the post office and lives in cities across the country, hiding his identity. That's why the fifth floor has the illusion of being empty.
The messenger who entered the fifth floor later could not see anyone else and found that there were ghosts in the room on the fifth floor. Naturally, he thought that there was something wrong on the fifth floor and everyone was dead.
“The operation of the post office started again, and the black letter was actually obtained by the new courier. Sure enough, what I was most worried about before happened. I haven’t paid attention to the post office for a long time. I thought it would always be there. Calm down, it seems that there is still no way to change the fate of the messenger. "
This is the thought in the minds of many messengers on the fifth floor who have stopped delivering letters. Most of them are hiding in the city as ordinary people. Here, living a peaceful life.
After all, we had made an agreement when we left the post office. The identity of the messenger cannot be exposed, and he cannot use supernatural powers. Otherwise, he may not be able to live a normal life.
Compared with the terrifying experience of delivering the letter, they were happy to abide by this agreement and forget about their identity as the messenger.
Even if there are supernatural incidents in the city, it has nothing to do with them. They just want to live, live well, and live a normal life.
This is a very low requirement, and it is also a luxury request of the messenger.
So they cherish this kind of life very much and work very hard.
But the actions of Su Yuan and Yang Jian caused the fifth floor of the post office to start functioning again, and the artificial balance was broken.
This is tantamount to the two of them preparing to destroy the peace that the messengers have maintained for many years, which is something that the messenger Jedi cannot tolerate.
This has nothing to do with right or wrong, but also good and evil.
If the messenger on the fifth floor does not want to continue the mission of delivering letters, he has only one option: kill them both, and then send the black letter back to Room 502.
So all the messengers are in action.
And everyone is putting down what they are doing, getting ready, and rushing to the post office.
Yang Jian didn't know all this. After all, it was his first day on the fifth floor and he didn't know how deep the water on the fifth floor was.
Although Su Yuan knew it, he didn't take it seriously and took these messengers seriously. After all, these messengers couldn't even be defeated by Yang Jian, so naturally he didn't need to care.
Time passes slowly.
But there are still several hours before the post office lights up at Six.
However, some couriers could not bear it and took to the post office.
"Dong, dong dong!"
Stepping forward, he walked briskly towards the fourth floor of the post office. The old wooden stairs creaked in the dark, as if they were in disrepair at any time. Like collapse.
The surroundings were shrouded in a thick fog-like black haze, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on downstairs. Even the ghost eyes were blocked, and the distance they could see was very limited.
It didn’t matter to Su Yuan. At this moment, he was dragging a corpse in his hand. The corpse was wearing a gray robe, and there was an aura of decay on his body. He was walking outside. On the skin, corpse spots can be clearly seen. There is no doubt that this is a ghost.
This is Su Yuan’s trophy. It is a very cunning ghost, and Su Yuan almost got fooled.
This thing imitated Yang Jian's voice, so Su Yuan was fooled, thinking that Yang Jian was really coming to find him, but when he turned around, he saw the scary ghost. He was so frightened that he immediately punched him and gave him a mixed blow. .
Then the ghost became his trophy.
Then Su Yuan dragged the ghost and prepared to go downstairs.
The environment on the fourth floor is much better than that on the fifth floor. The body was dragged on the steps and made a "dong-dong-dong" sound. That was the collision between the head and the steps. The ghost was Su Yuan's ghost. Under the pressure, there was no ability to resist at all, but at the same time, a series of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.
Su Yuan raised his eyes and found that the man who came up from downstairs was a wide and fat man, about fifty years old, wearing a work apron, with a fishy smell on his body. He seemed to be a A fish-killing hawker, and he seemed to be working overtime at night, because there was fresh blood on his apron that had not dried up.
Is this the messenger from the fifth floor?
When Su Yuan saw the man, the man seemed to notice something was wrong, so he took out a white bone from his pocket, which looked like a human rib, but only a small half was left. The whole bone was stroked hard against the handrail of the stairs next to it.
Like striking a match, this white bone was suddenly ignited.
A gloomy blue fire emerged. The flame was like a phosphorus fire between tombs, floating in the air for a short time. Although there was no burning material, it could not be extinguished in a short time.
The phosphorus fire coming from the bones quickly dispelled the surrounding darkness.
all of a sudden.
Everything around me can be seen clearly, and the light is even better than when the lights are on during the day.
Then he saw Su Yuan, standing condescendingly on the stairs looking at him.
"Who are you?"
The slightly obese man looked at Su Yuan coming down the stairs, extremely cautious, because what made him feel even more horrified was the hand in Su Yuan's hand The bodies being dragged.
It was obviously a ghost.
Although the question was asked, the man already had the answer in his heart. It was meaningless. The man in front of him was the newcomer who went to the fifth floor to take the black letter.
At this time, The man began to regret his mistake. He came to the post office alone. He should have waited for other people.
Facing his question, Su Yuan just showed a stern smile, which was a little scary.
“The messenger from the fifth floor? Here so soon?”
The man's heart suddenly beat wildly. The other party clearly knew his identity, and most importantly, he felt an unprecedented malice from that terrifying smile.
At that moment, there were warning signs in my heart!
Danger! Danger!
But just when he wanted to take action, his eyes widened and his hair stood on end. He couldn't move!
As if he was frozen, he tried to struggle, but to no avail, but his consciousness was still clear. This phenomenon reminded him of the rumored ghost on the bed. (End of chapter)