I just fell into a trap once.

Lin Fan will not trust others easily this time.

After the baby-faced girl closed the safety door, she exhaled heavily and said to Lin Fan:

"It's a good thing you didn't go in, otherwise you would have been dead. The thing in that portrait is very vicious, but as long as you don't take the stairs, it won't come out and kill people randomly."

"Who are you, are you human or..."

Lin Fan kept a certain distance from the three people who suddenly appeared, and at the same time held the pocket watch in his pocket to avoid being attacked by supernatural beings.

Seeing his attitude, a man who was traveling with the baby-faced girl said in a dissatisfied tone: "Mika, there is no need for you to save this kid. Even we ourselves may not be able to escape, so why bother bringing a drag bottle with us?"

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"That's right, maybe this kid was transformed by those dirty things." Another man who was traveling with him also agreed at this time.

Meijia shook her head helplessly and explained:

"It doesn't matter. Our mission of delivering the message has been completed anyway. All we need to do is escape from here. There is no need to watch an innocent person die. If you are in danger, I will do my best to save you."

Mail delivery mission?

Lin Fan grasped the key words in this passage. If these three people were not disguised as dirty men, they must have come to this building with a premeditated plan.

In other words, they knew there was something dirty here and still took the initiative to get involved, which is obviously not normal.

"Hey, seven messengers came this time, and now we are the only ones left." The man was moved by Meijia's sincere words, and his tone was a little sad.

"Don't be discouraged, let us continue to live with their faith. It is said that as long as we go to the fifth floor, we can escape the fate of the messenger."

After hearing Meijia's words, the two men suddenly fell silent. They didn't think they could survive to the fifth floor.

After comforting her companions, Meijia came to Lin Fan again and said seriously: "I know you don't believe us now, but you can trust your intuition. The elevator is the only way to leave now. Come with us."

elevator.

The famous place of death in horror movies.

But after seeing the thing in the corridor, Lin Fan really planned to take the elevator. This was a multiple-choice question, not a fill-in-the-blank question.

Jumping from a height of five floors would be fatal, and the safety passage is that ghost's territory. If you want to leave now, you can only take the elevator.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Lin Fan said.

"Great, this is the first time we meet. My name is Liu Meijia." Meijia raised a bright smile, as if nothing could defeat this girl.

"Lin Fan."

Briefly introduce yourself.

As for the others, Lin Fan didn't care. He could see that these two people were far inferior to Liu Meijia in terms of psychological quality and physical fitness. The reason why they were still alive now was probably because of good luck.

After forming a team, the four people came to the elevator entrance.

Seeing the corpse at the door, Meijia couldn't bear it, so she picked up her pink coat and covered the corpse's face.

"Ding Dong~"

The elevator has arrived.

The crisp ringtones of the past spread wantonly in the dead silence of the moment, seeming to attract the attention of something in the darkness.

A strange, cold face loomed in the darkness.

Making a rustling sound.

"Get in quickly!"

Before the compartment door was fully opened, the two messengers couldn't wait to get in, with Lin Fan and Meijia standing behind.

Press the "1" button.

The compartment door begins to close.

But at this time.

Suddenly, many dark figures appeared in the corridor. They rushed towards the elevator like moths after seeing the light of fire.

"Close it quickly, close it quickly!"

Looking at those non-human-shaped things, a messenger was leaning against the very back of the elevator, with big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His anxiety and fear at this time were reflected in the glass mirrors on both sides of the door.

Lin Fa was also a little scared, but he remained calm, holding his pocket watch with one hand hidden in his pocket, ready to use it at any time.

The gap in the compartment door is getting smaller and smaller, and it is about to be closed successfully, but the nearest black shadow also reaches the compartment door, stretches out a blood-stained palm, preventing the compartment door from closing, and the face is not as skinny as a living person.

With malice.

We can't let him block the compartment door!

If the elevator cannot be closed, the dirty things behind it will rush up, and their fate will only be worse than that of the half corpse.

When Lin Fan was about to communicate with the pocket watch, Meijia beside him suddenly took out a stack of things from his bag.

They were pieces of rough yellow paper money.

It's the kind that was burned in the countryside when I was a kid.

But what are you going to do with all this paper money now?

Lin Fan's doubts were solved in the next second.

The yellow paper money that Meijia took out seemed to have a fatal attraction to those dirty things. As she threw it out of the elevator, the hand blocking the door suddenly changed its target, trying to intercept the thin paper money from the air.

The figures swarming in the corridor were like a school of fish smelling food. They raised their hands stiffly, and there was a trace of obvious greed on their face filled with deathly silence.

Money can make the world go round.

With paper money flying in the sky, the compartment door finally closed.

"Huh... I'm saved. Meijia, you actually still have yellow paper money. I thought you used it all when you were on the seventh floor."

A slightly younger messenger gasped.

"This time it's really all gone."

"I don't know if there will be a chance to go to District 8 again in the future, so that I can get more paper money."

Meijia was also sweating profusely at this time.

Although extremely precious life-saving items were used, everyone survived, which was very worthwhile to her.

Dare to come to a place like this, you really have some tricks up your sleeve.

Lin Fan released his hand holding the pocket watch.

He became even more curious about the identities of the three people.

Delivery, messenger, mission...

Did they come here specifically to deliver letters?

Wait, seventh floor?

The highest here is only the sixth floor!

Thinking of this, Lin Fan suddenly shuddered and realized that perhaps the target of these messengers' messages was not living people, but dirty things.

He remembered that there was a similar plot in a supernatural novel he had read: it was about an ordinary high school student, Yang Jian, who saw a strange post one night and was attacked by a dirty thing at school the next day.

After many hardships, he finally survived.

In a later plot, there was a post office like this: people who unfortunately walked into the post office had to complete designated letter delivery tasks again and again, and could go to the first floor every three times. The messengers thought that the fifth floor was the end point of leaving the post office, but in fact it was not.

, and every time I send a letter, I will encounter those idealistic and terrifying existences without exception.

Shouldn't I be there...

Lin Fan had a ridiculous idea.

But he soon gave up the idea. Traveling through time was originally unthinkable, but traveling to the world in the novel was even more exaggerated.

Back to the present.

After escaping a wave of deadly attacks.

The elevator runs downward normally. There are mirrors on all four sides inside the elevator, which respectively reflect the emotions of the people who are surviving the disaster, whether they are lucky or happy. The exhaust vent above the head sends a light breeze from time to time, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"Miss Liu."

Lin Fan chose to ask the optimistic girl about the situation: "After we get to the first floor, will we still be attacked by those things?"

"Just call me Meijia. As long as we can get out of this building, this matter should be over."

Meijia used her own experience to explain the situation. Judging from this yellow letter, the difficulty is not exaggerated to the point of despair.

A red letter means bad luck, and a black letter means death.

This is common knowledge among messengers.

If the target of this letter is the person in the corridor, it must be one of these two kinds of letters.

"3L, 2L..."
To be continued...