Lao Li was silent for a moment, still without any expression. It wasn't until some strange noises came from the toilet that he immediately said: "I already had those oil paintings before I came to the post office. We have guessed that those paintings should have successfully escaped from the post office.

For the couriers on the fifth floor, every person who has delivered three letters and successfully left the post office will have an oil painting."

"Why does the post office do this? What's the point of doing this?" Yang Jian frowned.

Old Li said: "After the post office courier on the fifth floor delivered the three letters, he had three choices. I don't know whether the information is true or false. I can only tell you what I know."

"What three choices?" Yang Jian asked.

Lao Li said: "The first option is to leave the post office, and the second option is to return to the first floor of the post office, but in exchange, a person in the oil painting can be resurrected."

"Um?"

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "Wait a minute, only those who leave the post office will leave the oil paintings, so what's the point of resurrecting the people on the oil paintings?"

"It should be an arrangement to re-absorb the previous couriers back to the post office. After all, it is unusual for couriers to leave from the fifth floor. However, everything is just speculation. I don't know why the post office made such an arrangement." Old Li said: "As for

The third point is not to leave the post office, nor to resurrect the people who left, but to choose a road leading to an unknown floor."

"No one knows which road is which, and no one chooses which road. It is a mystery. Some people speculate that the post office has an unknown sixth floor. Some people say that the secrets of the post office can be learned there, but no one dares to bet on the unknown.

, so there is no relevant intelligence information.”

Yang Jian frowned.

It seems that there are really many secrets on the fifth floor.

"Last question, what is the function of the black letter?" Yang Jian asked.

Lao Li said: "This is also an uncertain answer. If the yellow letter represents ordinary and the red letter represents danger, then the black letter most likely represents death. We suspected that the post office wanted to kill the fifth floor.

of all the messengers, hence the black letters.”

"Of course, there is another guess. I also speculated based on the conditions for sending letters at the time."

"I still remember that the conditions for delivering the message at that time were that all the messengers on the fifth floor must participate in the mission of delivering the message. The person who successfully delivers the message in the end will survive, and the rest of the messengers will be regarded as failed in delivering the message and suffer the curse of failure."

"A message delivery mission that only allows one person to succeed?"

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "This is indeed a death mission. All participants will die and only one will survive. No wonder you chose this method instead of delivering the letter and left this black letter in the post office."

"Until now, the letter delivery task is still going on and has not stopped, because the letter delivery task has a special requirement, that is, the task time starts from the day when the post office leaves." Lao Li glanced at Yang Jian.

"If this is the case, then the purpose of the post office is not to deliver letters, but to screen out a special messenger. That person must be strong enough in all aspects, otherwise he will not be able to hold the letter, and what will happen after that person completes the task

What, I think this is worth looking forward to." Yang Jian said calmly.

He had a vague guess in his mind.

This black letter may be a postmaster's letter.

The courier who successfully delivers this letter may become the new post office manager.

Of course, this is just a guess, and he is not sure whether it is correct.

"You should be thinking about how to deal with what happens next instead of staying here. The ghost is already out of control and you will be in danger," Lao Li said again.

In the bathroom, more and more thick blood was flowing out, and at the same time, the broken dead body in the living room gradually started to move again.

The cold atmosphere in the bedroom became thicker and thicker.

The supernatural revives again.

But the only good news is that the lights in room 502 are on again, which means that the evil ghost has been suppressed by the post office, and at the same time, the door exit to the outside has appeared without the supernatural influence.

Now, Yang Jian can leave at any time.

He wasn't too anxious.

He could also handle the appearance of the evil ghost. He tried to continue to inquire about intelligence from this man named Lao Li and asked for some key information.

"Have you ever seen a corpse in a glass bottle?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Sometimes the sound of rolling glass bottles comes from the room next door, but there is a ghost in that room." Lao Li revealed a piece of information: "There is also that thing in one of the oil paintings, but it is not easy to find."

"Is it in the next room or the oil painting? I know, is there anything else?" Yang Jian asked.

There are only two puzzle pieces in his hand, and if you include these two, they shouldn't be enough to put together a corpse.

"I don't know." Old Li said.

"What is the identity of the corpse in the glass bottle? Do you know?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Some people have found it before, but they have never found it all. It is a mystery. I have studied it before, but finally gave up." Lao Li said.
Chapter completed!