Chapter 224 Return to the Post Office
The experiment in Dajing City ended with great success, but Liang Xingyang, who was far away in Dachang City, did not know about this.
Three days have passed unknowingly since they returned from the island country.
The safe house project in the sales hall of Guanjiang Community has been completed. Liang Xingyang used ghosts to move the small safe house in the villa to a specially reserved room in the sales hall.
All the items in the small safe house were moved to the big safe house for storage.
A week has passed since the letter delivery mission in Fu Shou Yuan.
Yang Jian was summoned by the post office for a letter delivery mission and stepped onto the post office again, heading to the second floor.
However, Liang Xingyang had already asked Yang Jian in advance to take the letter from the second floor of the post office to the lobby on the first floor and let the clone No. 1 tear it up and become a messenger.
Yang Jian has already delivered a red letter once and brought all the couriers on the first floor of the post office to the second floor. There is no courier on the first floor of the post office, and he has no way to help Clone One get the third letter.
After all, only by tearing up or sending three letters on the first floor in a row can the stairs on the second floor appear.
It took too long to wait for the three-letter task, and Liang Xingyang didn't want to waste time here. So I asked Yang Jian to help me bring the red letter from the second floor to the lobby and let the clone No. 1 tear it up, thereby becoming a messenger.
In the room on the second floor of the sales hall.
Liang Xingyang looked calm, sat comfortably on the sofa, and said to the clone No. 1 opposite: "If you don't want to be the manager of the post office, you have the right to refuse. After all, you have independent will, you can There is no need to call yourself a clone, just marry a wife and have children to live out your life.”
He directly told the clone No. 1 his back-up plan and let him choose whether to become a manager or not.
Clone No. 1 just lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said resolutely: "I agree with your plan."
The ghost post office has existed for a long time and is of great value.
The ghost post office is often the first to notice the occurrence of supernatural events, and then sends out messengers in the name of delivering letters to contact the supernatural events, explore the information, and then convey information to certain people who need support.
Modern ghost controllers will classify S-level and A-level according to the degree of harm, and the ghost post office screens messengers according to different floors, which also distinguishes the difficulty of delivering letters. The two are vaguely related.
Moreover, Luo Wensong, who controlled the ghost post office during his lifetime, is suspected to be a member of Qilaozhong responsible for collecting intelligence.
If the messenger encounters a supernatural event that cannot be handled, he will send a letter to the members of the Seven Elders, pass information to each other, and ask them to go over and solve the supernatural event, so as to achieve the purpose of ending the supernatural recovery of an era.
Therefore, the ghost post office is an important link. Even if the ghost controllers of this era cannot find a new path, they can still learn from the practices of the seven elders of the Republic of China who ended the era and leave the spark of hope to the next generation.
Liang Xingyang nodded silently. Although he had made a back-up plan, he still had to respect the decision of Clone No. 1.
Since Clone No. 1 agreed, the planned plan was also revealed.
“I will get involved in the ghost post office and let you replace Sun Rui and become the manager of the ghost post office.”
“Actually, we can learn from Sun Rui’s path. But first you have to go Tear up the red letter task on the first floor and become a messenger. As long as you don't go to the third floor and stay in the lobby, you will be stuck in the post office's rules. You are neither a messenger on the second floor nor a messenger on the third floor, and you will avoid the third floor. ”
"I will send you to the oil painting and ask Yang Xiao to take care of you. When we get the black letter on the fifth floor of the post office, we will give you the letter to tear up and make you the fourth manager of the ghost post office."
“No problem.
After thinking carefully, Clone One nodded in agreement. .
He has the same memory as Liang Xingyang. Not only can he understand the meaning of the words, but he can also analyze the feasibility of the plan.
Liang Xingyang nodded and found a ghost in the safe house. Porcelain, a red ghost candle, a white ghost candle and a scapegoat
Clone No. 1 put away the red and white ghost candles and scapegoat dolls, and used ghost porcelain for supernatural protection.
He is just an ordinary person. He may be in danger when facing evil spirits, so it is very necessary to prepare in advance.
Liang Xingyang used the ghost's supernatural power to rush to Dahan City with Clone No. 1.
An unfinished building.
Liang Xingyang’s silvery reflective pupils illuminated the ghost post office hidden in the deep ghosts, and the white and fuzzy ghosts invaded the unfinished building.
The surrounding sky became white and misty, as if it had become less real. The unfinished building seemed to be reflected in the mirror covered by water mist, becoming illusory and strange.
Ghosts invade, and the hidden truth begins to emerge.
In the blink of an eye, the unfinished building turned into a building from the Republic of China period.
The plaque at the gate is surrounded by a circle of neon lights that flash continuously. The red and green lights reflect the three words on the plaque: Ghost Post Office.
This is a real building.
A white, fuzzy meteor burst open the post office door, and Liang Xingyang and Clone No. 1 forced their way in.
Just went in.
The first floor lobby of the Ghost Post Office.
A man with a sickly look and a cane was sitting in front of the post office counter, staring at the visitor with strange eyes.
Sun Rui suddenly stood up, his eyes kept wandering, and he mused: "Which one is this? The real or fake Sun Wukong? Liang Xingyang, Liang Xingyang, which one of you is the real one?"
Two identical people appeared in front of him, making Sun Rui unable to tell who was the real Liang Xingyang.
Liang Xingyang had no choice but to explain when he saw this.
Sun Rui frowned and took some effort to understand the situation.
“Without the addition of couriers, the letter delivery mission on this floor will be terminated, and when all the couriers upstairs die, the ghost post office will become an empty building, and the crisis in Dahan City will be completely resolved. ”
Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City, and everything he does is to maintain the safety of the city.
Liang Xingyang respects Sun Rui's choice, but this approach must be coordinated with Yang Jian, otherwise no one can survive in the post office hall when darkness falls.
"Sun Rui, the oil painting hanging on the wall is a passage, which connects the world of oil painting. If you can't hold on anymore, you can hide inside to avoid the danger in the dark."
< br>Although Sun Rui would discover the secrets hidden in the oil paintings when he was desperate, Liang Xingyang decided to tell him this information in advance so that the responsible city leader would have more chances to survive.
"Is there such a thing?"
Sun Rui was surprised and limped in front of an oil painting to explore the mystery of the oil painting. He tentatively stretched out his hand to Unexpectedly, the oil painting really sank into it, and then he said with an annoyed look on his face: "The secret of the oil painting was not discovered under my nose. I am such a failure as a ghost controller."
"It is human nature and there is no need to blame yourself."
Clone No. 1 comforted him. According to the inertia of thinking, oil paintings are for looking at. Who would touch the painting paper and destroy it when they are idle? A beautiful oil painting.
Suddenly.
A few rays of scarlet light penetrated through the cracks in the door and invaded.
"Crunch"
A door opened.
The door was pushed open, and red light spread in.
The darkness, haze, and depression in the post office were dispelled.
"Yang Jian is here."
Liang Xingyang's silver eyes moved slightly, ignoring the dazzling red light, and looked outside the door.
The mirror ghost first reflected five superimposed scarlet ghost eyes, and then seven figures walking towards the post office appeared.
The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead moved restlessly. He was holding a red envelope in his hand and leading six couriers on the second floor into the post office. (End of this chapter)