Chapter 58 Paper Money
I didn’t encounter any ghosts or people along the way. There was only a thick black mist inside the post office.
Soon, Marriott came to the counter of the Ghost Post Office. There were many oil paintings placed behind the counter.
The oil paintings are very weird. They are all portraits, but if you look closely, they don't look like some kind of historical celebrities.
On the contrary, there are people wearing various costumes, some wearing suits, some wearing floral skirts, some wearing simple tunic suits...
"There's nothing wrong here..."
Marriott murmured and turned to look at the counter table.
"Huh?"
Marriott moved forward holding a burning green candle, and picked up a piece of paper on the counter with his hand wearing gold gloves.
“Is this... stationery?”
I can't talk about the feel because Marriott is wearing golden gloves, but the color and size of the paper in his hand are very similar to the paper used to deliver letters.
"There is a faint supernatural feeling on it. This is indeed letter paper, but it has not been made into a letter yet... Is this what the person just now is looking for despite the risk of being attacked by a ghost after turning off the lights?"
Then Wanhao frowned.
"Is the person just now really looking for this thing? In such an obvious place, if you are looking for this thing, you shouldn't miss it..."
"What is the use of this thing? ...Could it be used to write letters to send to people..."
Marriott began to think about the purpose of this letter paper. He didn't know much about ghost post offices.
The most information was obtained from Wei Ying, in addition to the people who sent him red letters to become a ghost master...
Wan Hao suddenly remembered that time scenes.
Although he only saw a bearded face in the arcade, there was not one messenger but multiple people!
"What did they say at that time..."
[Hurry up and light the letter paper, I will deliver the letter...]
[Hurry! Lao Luo, the post office has appeared...]
The conversation between the messengers at that time emerged as Marriott recalled it.
"Light the letter paper...the post office appears..."
Marriott held the ghost candle in one hand and tapped the counter table with his fingers on the other.
"Is there any connection between the two? Why do you need to light the letter paper before sending the letter..."
"After sending the letter, don't you wait for the next delivery time to arrive at the post office and appear... Why does the post office appear just after sending the letter? What are the benefits of high-level messengers?”
Questions appeared one after another, but there was too little information for Marriott to guess anything.
Wanhao checked the people who sent him letters and found the information, but those people seemed to have disappeared from the world and could not be found...
While he was thinking At this time, some kind of supernatural feeling came to mind!
"Something is peeking at me!"
Wanhao's muscles subconsciously tensed and he turned around suddenly.
Behind is a wooden wall, and the paint on the wooden wall is peeling off and moldy, but there are oil paintings hanging on it...
"Nothing? Still I can't see it" ?”
Wan Hao does not dare to act rashly. It is the basic quality of a ghost controller not to make any noise until all information is clear.
Marriott's eyes kept rolling, trying to find the source of the voyeuristic feeling just now.
"The ghost candle's candlelight has not changed much. Could it be an illusion?"
After searching, Wanhao did not find the so-called sense of voyeurism and thought it was his illusion.
"There are still two minutes left before the ten minutes set before. Let's go back to the room first."
Thinking of Marriott, he turned around again and picked up the letter paper on the counter. Although I don’t know what the use of this thing is yet, as long as it is a supernatural item, Marriott finds it useful.
Even if you don't use it yourself, you can sell it for money on the Ghost Controller website in the future.
Wan Hao picked up the letter paper on the table and put it in his backpack. He was about to leave when he suddenly paused!
“When did this thing appear?”
Something that Marriott can’t understand happened!
There was only a piece of letter paper on the counter that he had confirmed, but he didn't know when other things were buried under the letter paper.
It was a piece of colorful paper, with an unknown pattern sketched on it, and traditional Chinese characters written on it - Three Yuan
This was a banknote, a banknote that was not circulated in reality!
At least Marriott has never seen or heard of a three-yuan banknote printed in China!
And the paintings on it are not some famous places or historical figures, but unknown flowers and grass scenery.
Marriott can sense some kind of supernatural power on the paper money, but this kind of supernatural power is very weak, like...letter paper...
"This thing appeared after I turned around. Who put it..."
Marriott's hair stood up and his pores opened. This is the natural reaction of the human body under fear.
Some kind of unknown supernatural being has been lingering in the post office, and Marriott is unable to detect it. Even the ghost candle has no hint.
Wanhao doesn't know what the appearance of this paper money means. It may be some kind of persuasion, or it may be a precursor to some kind of attack...
"Gudong." Marriott swallowed subconsciously. .
There was a sense of peeping behind me again!
Marriott suddenly turned around!
However, he still didn't see anything. It was still the peeling paint and rotten wooden walls and the oil paintings of unknown people.
This time Marriott held the paper money that just appeared in his hand and did not let it continue to be placed on the table.
He wanted to see what else would appear next.
"There does not seem to be such supernatural phenomena happening in the post office during the day... Is this why someone wandered the post office at night looking for something..."
Marriott is not afraid of taking away the letter paper and paper money. He was attacked by a ghost because he just thought about the ghost or person who passed by his door before...
It makes no sense that others can find things in the post office but he can't.
Wanhao felt that the time was almost up and turned back to look at the table again.
However, nothing new appeared on the desktop this time.
"Is it gone...Is this some kind of supernatural thing in the post office..."
Wanhao couldn't figure it out, but he didn't plan to stay outside any longer, and now he had exceeded the limit he had set for himself before. Ten minutes.
After that, he will have to deliver the letter, and Guizhu must be kept.
This time there was no sense of peeping, and Marriott returned to the room without any interference.
Under the dim light of the room, Marriott once again took out the letter paper and paper money he just got at the counter to study.
But there was nothing gained...
At six o'clock in the morning the next day, the lights in the room were turned off on time.
Wan Hao, who closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and rummaged around the room but did not find the letter.
"Gan... I am the only one in this room... No way..."
Wan Hao remembered the three methods of delivering letters that Wei Ying once said...
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What appears on the bedside table is a personal task, and what appears at the door is a task shared by everyone in the room...
At this time, there is only Marriott in Room 17, so the post office will not bother to put the letter at the door...< br>
Only the last case… …
Let’s talk about the speculated tasks of the messengers on the entire floor...
Marriott opened the door with a heavy heart. At this time, the doors of other messenger rooms were also opened. From the expressions of everyone Judging, Marriott knew these people had not found their letters either.
"Gan, the most difficult task has appeared..."
Wanhao does not think that tasks that require messengers from the entire floor to be completed are simple.
Marriott subconsciously looked at the counter on the first floor of the post office, but the post office was far away and Marriott could not see clearly. He could only vaguely see a touch of red... (End of this chapter)