The ghost's eyes found nothing.

"Forget it, weird things can happen in this ghost place. The fifth floor of the post office has already convinced that ghosts exist on this floor. We can only be more careful. You put this painting away first. I decided to continue.

Go check out the situation." Yang Jian handed the oil painting to Li Yang without going in.

It would be okay for him to go to the room, so he might as well continue to stay outside.

"Did you get any clues just now?" Li Yang asked after taking the oil painting.

"It's not bad. I got some important information from the person in room 502, but the secrets on the fifth floor don't stop there." Yang Jian gave a rough overview of the situation on the fifth floor.

After hearing this, Li Yang felt incredible.

I didn't expect something like this to happen on the fifth floor of the post office.

The former courier actually found a way to get rid of the curse of the post office without having to deliver letters, and in the future, couriers who enter the fifth floor of the post office will not need to deliver letters.

It seems that there are quite a lot of talents among the messengers on the fifth floor.

"It's a pity that their cognition was flawed at the time. Although the method was very useful, the side effects were even greater. It's just that the previous couriers didn't realize it. The current out-of-control post office has something to do with this," Yang Jian said.

"Okay, that's basically the situation, I'm leaving."

He left some information, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

With the black letter, he completely left room 502.

A curse that had been suppressed in the post office for at least ten years began to appear.

Everywhere.

Strange roads leading to the post office began to appear, and each appearance of one of these roads represented the presence of a fifth-floor messenger.

And accumulated over a long period of time.

There are more couriers on the fifth floor than imagined.

In the past, the messengers on the fourth and third floors rumored that there was a problem on the fifth floor, and it was suspected that everyone was dead. Now it seems that this is wrong.

The messenger on the fifth floor did not die, but because he no longer needed to deliver letters, he left the post office and lived in cities across the country, hiding his identity. That's why the fifth floor had the illusion of being deserted.

The messenger who entered the fifth floor later could not see anyone else and discovered that there was a ghost in the room on the fifth floor. Naturally, he thought that there was something wrong on the fifth floor and everyone was dead.

"The operation of the post office started again. The black letter was actually obtained by the new courier. Sure enough, what I was most worried about happened. I haven't paid attention to the post office for a long time. I thought it would stay calm. It seems that the courier

There is still no way to change my fate." In an ordinary residential building.

A man in his forties was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette in his pajamas, frowning deeply.

"Dad, Mom told you not to smoke on the balcony and go back to sleep." At this time, a cute child about ten years old ran over and held the man's hand.

"Go and tell mom that I will go to bed after smoking this cigarette." The middle-aged man rubbed his hairless forehead, then recovered and said with a smile.

"Don't lie to people."

This cute kid ran away immediately again.

The middle-aged man flicked his finger and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, and then his face became gloomy: "No matter who it is, the person who touched the black letter, good or bad, should be killed. The curse of the messenger has ended, and he should not

Continue."

At this moment, he made up his mind, then turned around and returned to the house.

The lights flicker.

"Honey, I'm going out." The middle-aged man walked out of the door wearing pajamas and slippers.

And in another city.

"What? Two hundred yuan for the driving fee. Okay, okay, I'll be there right away." A man who was running around for a living took up the driving service late at night.

He is in his late forties, but life has made him look particularly haggard.

However, this man did not complain about being tired and was still working hard.

However, when the man put down the phone in his hand and was about to set off on his electric bicycle, he suddenly saw a strange path appearing in front of him.

The end of the road.

A building from the Republic of China period vaguely emerged.

"Has the mission of the post office begun?" The man working as a driver was stunned for a moment, and a terrible experience that had been buried for many years gradually emerged in his mind.

"Why do you have to at least let me finish this order at this time?"

He still wants to earn the two hundred yuan.

"No, that's not right. I am the messenger from the fifth floor. Didn't the messenger from the fifth floor stop delivering letters a long time ago?"

He remembered again that after that incident, the messenger on the fifth floor ended his mission of delivering letters, went his separate ways, and was never seen again.

"Did someone take that black letter?"

Some details were recalled by him.

The man running the chauffeur had a ferocious look on his face at this time: "I have obviously worked so hard to survive, why do you still want to make me uneasy? Why..."

He is extremely cruel.

The street lights along the entire road flickered, on and off.

"If you don't want me to live a good life, I will make you suffer a bad death. If I don't make any money, I will treat it as buying your life."

The haggard look on his face was no longer visible, revealing the ashes of a corpse.

The man who was acting as a driver rode an electric bike and turned around. He seemed to be going to a place, picking up some things, and regaining his identity as a messenger.

There are many more things like this.

Most of the couriers on the fifth floor are ordinary people hiding their identities in the city.

This was an agreement they made at the beginning.

The identity of the messenger cannot be exposed, nor can he use supernatural powers, otherwise he may no longer be able to live a normal life.

Compared with the terrifying experience when delivering the letter, they were more than happy to abide by this agreement and forget about their identity as the messenger.

Even if there are supernatural incidents in the city, it has nothing to do with them. They just want to live, live well, and live a normal life.

This is a very low requirement, and it is also a courier's extravagant request.

Therefore, they cherish this kind of life extraordinarily and work extra hard.

But the appearance of Yang Jian made the fifth floor of the post office operational again, and the artificial balance was broken.

He suddenly became the target of public criticism.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil.

If the messenger on the fifth floor doesn't want to continue delivering the letter, he has only one option: kill Yang Jian, and then send the black letter back to Room 502.

All messengers are in action.

And everyone is putting down what they are doing, getting ready, and rushing to the post office.

Yang Jian didn't know all this. After all, it was his first day on the fifth floor and he didn't know how deep the water on the fifth floor was.

Time passes slowly.

But there are still several hours before the post office lights up at Six.

However, some couriers could not bear it and took to the post office.

It's been too bright for too long.

The night is long and the person who took the black letter is in the post office now. This is a good opportunity. Even if there is danger in the post office after lights out, the danger is not completely insurmountable for the courier on the fifth floor.

"Dong, dong dong!"

A series of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.

The stairs lead directly from the first floor to the fifth floor and cannot go to other floors.

A messenger from the fifth floor appeared.

It was a broad and fat man, about fifty years old, wearing an apron from work, with a fishy smell on his body. He seemed to be a fish-killing hawker, and he seemed to be working overtime at night because he wore an apron.

There were fresh blood stains on the top, which had not dried up.

His name is Zhao Feng.

When he was young, he was a mature and charming handsome guy. Now, as time has passed, he is just an ordinary fish-killing hawker.

But when he was delivering the letter, the former messenger gave him a nickname.

The seducer.

The nickname may sound a bit out of place, but I would not have had such an idea more than ten years ago.

Instead, this nickname signifies strength and recognition among messengers.

"Kill this newcomer, and there is still time to go back and kill the remaining fish. This is not the first time we have done this. It will be over soon." Zhao Feng's fat face was expressionless, and a hand appeared in his hand.

Iron hooks full of rust.
Chapter completed!