Chapter 922 New Manager (Please subscribe, please collect, please vote, please vote)
The moment the bodies were successfully spliced, the post office was shaking and shaking, as if there had been a strong earthquake.
This huge movement immediately made the couriers who were still waiting in the lobby on the first floor panic. They didn't know what happened to the post office again.
Only Yang Jian discovered that at the moment when the post office was shaking, the darkness was gradually dissipating, but the walls were peeling off, the wooden stairs were collapsing, and the floors were disappearing. It seemed that the old furnishings could no longer be maintained. It went down and it was finally damaged today.
"Get out of the way, the floor is going to disappear."
Hearing such words, the messengers hurriedly ran away. Suddenly, the entire first floor was filled with dust and rubble flying. However, after taking precautions, no one was injured.
Because the falling rubble was very strange. The moment it landed on the ground, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
A moment later, Su Yuan fell from the sky.
A red balloon was tied to his hand, causing him to fall lightly to the first floor without any harm at all.
Looking at Su Yuan arriving in the air. Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you do again? Didn't you look for the last piece of the puzzle of the corpse? Why did the floor of the ghost post office suddenly cross?"
His intuition told him that this matter had something to do with Su Yuan.
Su Yuan's eyes widened: "What does the collapse of the post office have to do with me? This is obviously because the building has been in disrepair for a long time. It collapsed when it was said to collapse. It is a typical shoddy project. How can I be unjustly accused? I, Mr. Su, must have received kickbacks from the person who originally built this thing."
He was talking about Zhihu and Zhihu again, looking exactly like Su Yiji.
Seeing him look like this, it was just a shame.
But Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything, because the collapse of the post office was not necessarily a bad thing. The simplest thing is that from now on, there should be no need for couriers to deliver letters.
After all, there are no more floors, so it is impossible to classify the messengers on which floors.
At this time, the layout of the post office has once again undergone huge changes.
The building from the beginning turned into a zigzag building.
It is still the same as before, with five floors in total, and there are openings for stairs in the wall. This is no longer the previous wooden staircase, but a concrete structure, connecting all the floors above and below.
“What’s going on?”
"Obviously this is a new change of the post office, or in other words, now is the original appearance of the post office. The first and fifth floors are connected to each other, and there is no layer-by-layer separation."
Su Yuan raised his head slightly He looked at it.
"If this is the case, then the previous post office was probably renovated by someone, and the rules for messengers going upstairs were also formulated later, not from the beginning."
Yang He made a judgment: "Only managers can do this."
This is very likely.
According to the known information, the manager of the previous post office was the old man named Luo. He may have wanted to select a new manager, so he formulated such cruel mail delivery rules for the sake of selection. A messenger good enough to succeed him.
But now that Su Yuan and Yang Jian have succeeded in pushing Sun Rui to the position of manager, the post office will naturally return to its original state.
Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at the fifth floor of the post office with his scarlet ghost eyes.
Although the hall on the fifth floor has collapsed, there is a corridor left next to the room. In that incomplete corridor, a body is pale and has stains on its skin. The strange female corpse on the black letterhead was standing there at some point, her eyes slightly lowered, looking at the people downstairs.
“The female corpse came to life?”
"I can't talk about it, but my condition is a bit subtle. I can't say that I'm alive. What, are you interested? Do you want to take her back to be your wife?"
Yang Jian: "."
at the same time.
Another location at the post office.
This is a staircase that few people have stepped on. Sun Rui was limping up this staircase alone at the moment. There was a strange and vague figure in front of him leading the way. , as if gesturing for him to follow.
Sun Rui did indeed do this.
The steps were very long, seemingly endless. It was dark in front, and the surroundings were particularly depressing. It was also eerily quiet, with only his steps echoing as he walked step by step.
The cramped, dark, and depressing corridors can easily make people nervous.
But Sun Rui looked calm and not afraid.
He had experienced enough horrible things during his stay at the post office. At that time, he spent every night alone, and it was nothing here.
It seemed like I had been gone for a long time.
Soon.
There is a road at the end of the steps.
That's a room.
There was a dim wall lamp on the left and right sides of the door, and a copper house number hung on the door, which read: 601.
601?
Sun Rui's expression moved slightly: "Sure enough, there is a sixth floor of the post office. This seems to be a strange place that exists alone and is not connected to the fifth floor."
When he When I look back.
Crunch!
The door of this 601 room suddenly opened.
The wall at the door flickered, and the strange figure of the old man disappeared immediately.
That figure should be some kind of supernatural phenomenon, not a real ghost, but just to guide specific people to enter here.
Sun Rui did not hesitate, he immediately walked into the room. The room was very dark, so dark that it almost made him wonder if he had gone blind.
But soon, another oil lamp lit up strangely, and a strange smell filled the air, making people feel uncomfortable.
Without hesitation, Sun Rui walked towards the bright place.
Soon, he came to where the oil lamp was.
It was a desk. It was an old style, and it was all patinated. It seemed that it had been used for a long time.
There is a black booklet on the desk, along with a writing brush and an inkstone.
Sun Rui focused his attention on the small black book.
As for the brush and inkstone next to it, he ignored them. Those two things were ordinary objects, not supernatural objects. This black booklet has an ominous air.
There was something familiar about the black paper.
That's letter paper.
On that letter paper, names emerged one after another. They were all the names of past managers. Now Sun Rui only needs to write his own name. From then on, he will be the latest manager of the post office. who.
Without hesitation, Sun Rui took out a ballpoint pen he carried with him from his jacket pocket and quickly signed his name on it. (End of this chapter)