Yang Jian and Li Yang arrived at the fifth floor of the post office smoothly.

The fifth floor is slightly different from the previous one to fourth floors. Because it is the last floor, there is nothing else upstairs. There is only a roof without windows, and below the roof is a hall surrounding the hall.

There are seven rooms, and the rooms are the same as those downstairs.

501...502...and so on.

The hall was empty and dark at the moment, with only the slightly yellowish lights on.

The couriers on the fifth floor rarely get together because the intervals between their letter delivery tasks are too long. One letter is sent every one year, so the fifth floor is vacant most of the time and you rarely see others.

Messenger on the fifth floor.

Yang Jian did not come to the fifth floor during the letter delivery mission, but burned the letter paper and entered the fifth floor on his own initiative, so he could not bump into the fifth floor messenger who also delivered the letter.

As for Liu Qingqing, I don't think she will enter the fifth floor for the time being. She will only appear on the fifth floor unless she has a mission to deliver letters.

"There is no one. The messenger on the fifth floor will definitely not stay on this floor for a long time. And due to the special identity of the messenger, it is estimated that the messenger on the fifth floor will hide his identity and live outside, trying to catch a fifth floor."

I’m afraid it won’t be that easy for the messenger to get information from them.”

Li Yang looked around and said.

No matter which level you enter the post office, the acquisition of intelligence and information is the most important.

Yang Jian and Li Yang came to the fifth floor of the post office for the first time. The best way to quickly obtain information was to start with the courier.

In the past few times, I met the courier on either the third or fourth floor, but this time it seemed more unlucky that I didn't meet the courier on the fifth floor.

"Don't worry, just look around."

Yang Jian held a cracked spear with a solemn expression, carrying a glass bottle in one hand, and then walked into the hall on the fifth floor.

Li Yang also followed with the glass bottle containing the dead head.

The two of them had not taken a few steps when the old wooden door behind them suddenly slammed shut.

As soon as Yang Jian closed the door, he immediately felt something was wrong.

The surrounding yellow lights flickered, and an indescribable supernatural force interfered with everything around. The whole person's perception was affected, and the person's consciousness was blurred at this moment.

However, this influence disappears as quickly as it comes.

As if it was all an illusion, everything was normal again the next moment, the surrounding lights no longer flickered, and the strong supernatural interference disappeared.

Yang Jian frowned.

Although it happened in an instant, he was certain that he had indeed suffered some kind of supernatural interference just now. This interference was not directed at the individual, but at the surrounding environment.

It seemed that at this moment, they entered a deeper supernatural space, not the fifth floor in the true sense.

After all, the fifth floor of the post office is just a name. It can be called the fifth floor. By the way, if you create a supernatural space, it can also be called the fifth floor. So at this moment, Yang Jian even doubted whether he was still in the post office and whether the fifth floor of the post office was what he was doing.

Is it another supernatural place? The stairs of the post office are like a road connecting the supernatural place.

But not long after this idea appeared in his mind, Yang Jian was attracted by something on the wall of the hall.

It's an oil painting.

There are oil paintings in the lobby on the first floor of the post office, and the walls of the lobby on the fifth floor are also covered with oil paintings.

All the oil paintings seem to be from the hands of one person. They are of the same style, dark and depressing. It is obviously a normal landscape painting, but it reveals an eerie and weird feeling. However, there are not many landscape paintings here.

Some of them are portraits of people. These portraits are old and new, and the clothes and decorations in the portraits are also very different.

Some of the portraits are dressed in a style that seems to be from the 1970s and 1980s, some are in a modern style, and some are even older, wearing long coats, which should be the attire of the Republic of China.

The portraits include men and women, old people and young people, beautiful people and vicious people, with different looks and expressions.

With so many portraits and different temperaments and styles, it is obvious that they cannot be drawn out of thin air, but can only be drawn with reference to real people.

Yang Jian approached a portrait, reached out to touch it, then put it to his nose and smelled it.

A familiar smell.

"It is the same as the smell revealed on the ghost painting, and as previously speculated, the ghost painting came from the post office." He thought to himself: "And it is very likely that it is a painting lost on the fifth floor of the post office."

He glanced at the portraits.

I imagined in my mind that if a ghost painting appeared here and hung here, would it look particularly awkward?

The answer is obvious.

It's not out of place at all. The painting style and style of the ghost paintings are exactly the same as the paintings here, and the ghost paintings are also portraits of people, so hanging them here is like returning them to their original place.

"Captain, these paintings look very unusual and give people a very uneasy feeling. They seem to involve some supernatural power." Li Yang frowned. He had also seen ghost paintings, and his worries were amplified.

"At least there won't be any danger for the time being. It's not six o'clock yet, the post office has not turned off the lights, and even if there are ghosts, they won't be out for the time being." Yang Jian looked at the time.

It's half past five now.

There is still half an hour until six o'clock. Before then, you just need to find a room to stay, because the room inside the post office is safe.

The two continued to observe.

Suddenly.

Li Yang shouted again: "Captain, come here and take a look at this painting. Does it look like you?"

"What?"

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his gaze and walked quickly towards Li Yang.

At this moment, Li Yang looked a little stunned as he stared at a painting on the wall. He pointed at the painting above.

It really makes people feel astonished, because the man in the portrait is wearing an old-style suit standing on a road, with a looming village behind him, and this man's appearance is actually 70-80% similar to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes immediately darkened, and he recognized the portrait.

"this is not me."

"If it's not the captain, then who is it..." Li Yang said in surprise.

Yang Jian said: "It's my father. This is my father's portrait. I know the road in the portrait. It's the road from my hometown to the village. The village behind is my hometown. Although the painting is blurry, I can still recognize it.

of."

He frowned.

Why does his father's portrait appear here? Has he ever entered the fifth floor of the post office before?

"It seems like more than just my father's portrait is here."

Suddenly, Yang Jian saw a portrait next to the portrait of his father. It was a woman wearing a blue floral skirt with a braid. She looked very young, less than twenty years old. Behind this woman

The background is a building from the Republic of China period. Obviously this woman was also from the Republic of China period.

He could recognize that this woman was his father's cousin, and it was impossible to mistake her appearance because she still lived in her hometown.

"Now it seems interesting. The woman in the portrait was from the Republic of China. The cousin Yang Yuanyuan in the file was from the 1980s and drowned. There is still a similar person alive."

"During the Republic of China, forty years ago, and now. Three time periods, three identities, and one appearance. It's like she has lived for three generations. I now understand why my father still left such a special person in his hometown.

Yes, she does have a big secret and involves many things."

Yang Jian was thoughtful.

He felt that his father had a lot to do with this woman during his lifetime, but all these old events were completely buried with his father's death.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Although Yang Jian found his father's portrait here, it didn't mean anything. At most, he suspected that his father had been to the fifth floor of the post office, that's all.

"Find a room to rest, and continue to investigate the situation on the fifth floor of the post office after tonight." Yang Jian said, no longer studying the portraits.

Although he knew that these portraits were strange, his main goal at the moment was the post office itself, not these insignificant portraits.

Li Yang nodded.

The two decided to go to a room and hide out for the night, and they came to room 501.

The door is locked and cannot be opened.

"Captain, the door can't be opened." Li Yang lowered his voice and said, "I'll try other doors."

He sensed something was wrong and immediately went to room 502. Obviously, the door to the second room could not be opened.

Then I also tried rooms 53 and 504, but in the end all the rooms were locked and could not be opened.

"All the rooms are locked. Is this place so unfriendly to messengers?" Yang Jian said, "Have you used any supernatural power?"

"No way." Li Yang used the ghost to block the door and tried to disrupt the entire room.

But soon, around his face, the door in front of him shook violently twice, knocking Li Yang away, and a stronger supernatural force blocked his influence.

The supernatural power of the ghost blocking the door has failed.

"I can't open one of the doors even with my supernatural powers. What's going on on the fifth floor? Or is it that all the rooms are occupied by people and all the doors are locked?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and raised his head.

The cracked spear in his hand.

There was a vague guess in my mind.

Immediately.
To be continued...