Spent another night at the post office.
At six o'clock in the morning, quite punctually, darkness quickly dissipated inside the post office, and weak, yellowish lights turned on, restoring the usual gloomy and dim atmosphere.
After confirming everything was normal outside, Yang Jian and others left Room 31.
"Last night, there was a bizarre sound of high heels walking outside, eventually opening one of the doors and entering inside," Li Yang imdiately brought up the unusual occurrence he noticed yesterday.
After speaking, he pointed ahead: "Roughly in that direction."
35, 36, 37.
There were three rooms in that direction, their doors closed tight, with no couriers stepping out.
"Do you think the sound of the high heels walking belongs to a ferocious ghost?"
Yang Jian frowned slightly, glanced over, and then asked.
Li Yang said: "Captain, do you really think a regular person would be moving around in the pitch-dark post office at night? I think that's highly unlikely; it's probably a wandering ghost on the third floor."
"Don't be so conclusive. It's true that it's very dangerous inside the post office after lights out, but you've fallen into a misconception—that being outside the rooms after dark is a certain death sentence. While dangerous, as long as we don't encounter the Door-Opening Ghost like we did on the first floor, it shouldn't be lethal."
"Of course, this is just my own guess. I still maintain a skeptical attitude, as it hasn't been confird yet."
Yang Jian said this and walked towards the room Li Yang was pointing to: "If there's a ghost, we'll find out everything by going in. You didn't hear any sounds of doors opening and leaving outside while on night watch, right?"
"No."
"That ans the owner of those high heels stayed in one of these rooms. I'll look around." Yang Jian approached the door of Room 35, pushed it open with his hand, and entered.
"Don't co in; I can handle this alone."
He wasn't afraid at all, seemingly indifferent to whether there could be danger in the room.
In fact, with Yang Jian's current state, many things are no longer worthy of his concern. The only thing he feared was the resurrection of his Ghost Eye.
Yang Xiaohua, Cai Yu, Wang Shan, Liu Mingxin—these four stood at a distance, unwilling to approach the rooms suspected of having issues.
Yang Jian could afford to do this because he was bold and skilled; they could not.
To the couriers who had risen from the first and second floors, this level was as new to them as it was to newcors; any abnormality could cost them their lives.
Shortly after.
Yang Jian ca out from Room 35.
"No situation inside, everything is normal. The layout is the sa as Room 31 which we stayed in last night."
After saying that, he successively went to Rooms 36 and 37.
Inside everything was normal, no ferocious ghost lingering, no couriers inhabiting, the rooms were eerily empty.
"How is that possible."
Li Yang felt it was quite inconceivable: "I clearly heard noises last night."
"In many places in the Ghost Post Office, we are still in the dark; so anomalies are to be expected—don't get too worked up. Previously, when we were going upstairs, we even saw a corpse on the staircase, so hearing the sound of high heels walking at night is nothing strange."
"The Ghost Post Office has been in operation for at least fifty years and has never stopped. Who knows what has happened in this ghostly place over such a long ti? Maybe right where we're standing, hundreds of people have died. The more you experience, the stranger things get."
Yang Jian's investigation was mainly to reassure Li Yang and the others.
In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if a ghost suddenly appeared at the bedside in the room one day.
"Yang Jian, a letter has appeared."
Suddenly, at this mont, Wang Shan, who had co up from the first floor, shouted after noticing sothing.
"A letter? Where?" Yang Jian imdiately strode over.
He had previously searched the rooms and hadn't found any letters, thinking that since the letters were torn up yesterday, it wasn't ti for delivery yet, leading to a safe period. So, he planned to wait for the couriers on the third floor to appear before figuring out what to do.
Wang Shan pointed to the middle of the third floor's atrium.
There, unbelievably, a mailbox was placed with a letter inserted on top.
"It's a yellow envelope; it's a normal letter," Yang Xiaohua said, slightly relieved.
She was afraid it would be another red letter, which would an Yang Jian would have to tear it again.
"Are all third-floor letters found in this mailbox?" Yang Jian hesitated a bit.
This situation was different from before.
Regardless, he decided to take down the letter and look at it first.
Based on previous experience, once a courier cos into contact with a letter, it ans taking on the task of delivery. However, considering the special circumstances of the previous two red letters, Yang Jian brought quite a few people up to the third floor, and they hadn't been delivering as per normal mailn, so whether it would affect things later, no one knew.
"The letter on the mailbox isn't yours; if you're in such a rush to deliver, you'll die soon. Didn't you just co up from the second floor? Shouldn't you have a safe period of three months? Isn't it better to just get through these three months safely?"
Suddenly, a voice unexpectedly rang out.
The door to Room 34 had opened at so point.
A disheveled man wearing a padded jacket was lighting a cigarette with a lighter.
"A courier from the third floor?" .
Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, Cai Yu, and the others simultaneously turned their heads to look.
They thought this floor was uninhabited, but it turned out Room 34 had been taken by a courier without them realizing.
"Room 34 is also suspect; it's possible that the sound of high heels had entered it," Li Yang imdiately whispered to Yang Jian.
"Pleased to et new friends, my na is Li Yi, a courier from the third floor."
This dispirited man seed quite polite; he introduced himself without showing any hostility.
Strictly speaking, there shouldn't be conflicts between couriers, but it happened on the second floor due to a surplus of couriers with strong animosity toward each other. Conflicts over room occupancy led to violent altercations.
But the third floor does not have this problem.
The rooms inside the third floor seem to be able to accommodate an infinite number of ssengers, effectively solving the issue of accommodating them.
Without the conflict for survival, the temperant and characters of the ssengers seed to have greatly improved as well.
"I didn't seem to see you last night," Yang Jian ca over and asked.
"I've just arrived, I ca out to see what's happening outside after hearing the noise."
Smoking a cigarette and appearing sowhat lancholic, Li Yi said, "It's also boring outside the post office, so I just ca in to sit."
"Ca in to sit? You can co and go in this place anyti? There's no need to wait for the mail delivery ti?" Yang Jian noticed a piece of information.
Li Yi laughed and said, "It's a privilege of the third floor ssengers—they can co and go from the Ghost Post Office at any ti, even when not delivering mail. Most people just don't want to do that, which is why this place seems so deserted."
"How do you use this privilege?" Yang Jian asked.
"Letter paper."
As he spoke, Li Yi took out a piece of dirty, blackened paper: "Burn a part of this, and the path to the post office will appear. After entering the post office, burn a little more if you wish to leave, and the staircase out will appear. However, only the person who burns the letter paper can enter and exit, no one else can, even if you're in the sa room."
"Letter paper? How do you get it?" Yang Jian asked again.
Li Yi smiled: "I don't mind telling you, but then you have to tell what exactly happened downstairs, why there are so many people coming up together, as many as six."
"I shredded a red letter downstairs, then the staircase appeared," Yang Jian did not mind making such an exchange of information.
A red letter?
This ssenger nad Li Yi was imdiately taken aback upon hearing this.
Then he hurriedly shook his head: "No, that's impossible, the red letter is the most difficult type in the post office, nearly capable of annihilating the ssengers of an entire floor. It only appears when sothing abnormal happens in the post office or for so special reasons. Not only did you not deliver that red letter, but you also shredded it, are you joking with ?"
He is no newcor, having spent a lot of ti as a ssenger on the third floor, and he knows a thing or two about the red letters.
"That's the truth, believe it or not," Yang Jian just stated the reality without lying.
"What he said is true, I saw it with my own eyes, and the fierce ghost brought by the red letter invaded the second floor. There were initially over a dozen ssengers on the second floor, but almost all of them died yesterday, leaving only a few of us," Yang Xiaohua seriously added.
"Unbelievable, I've only heard of the red letter but have never seen it. It seems that there is so existence among you that is beyond the control of the post office."
Li Yi looked at Yang Jian with a slightly somber expression.
I must not have seen incorrectly just now.
This person's eyes have been emitting a faint red glow, and his pupils don't even look like those of a living person.
That is a sign of being invaded by a fierce ghost.
Surviving an invasion by a fierce ghost most likely ans he has stolen so of the ghost's power.
With such a person blending in among the second floor ssengers, the appearance of the red letter seems to make sense.
"You haven't told how to get that letter paper," Yang Jian asked.
Li Yi snapped out of his thoughts and suddenly smiled: "It's simple, you co out of your room at night and wander around outside, you should be able to find so. Of course, there's a bit of risk, since fierce ghosts roam the post office at night. If you don't believe it and end up eting one, you are as good as dead."
"What? You get this thing by picking it up outside at night?" Liu Mingxin was so scared that his face changed colors.
"What else did you think? Used correctly, this letter paper can save your life at a critical mont. Lighting it up, the path to the post office appears allowing you to quickly escape the supernatural events. Many third-floor ssengers risk going out to pick it up at night. So have good luck and collect a lot, willing to sell a few," Li Yi explained.
"Do you need it? I can sell it to you for cheap, one hundred thousand per sheet. That's already the cost price," Li Yi said.
"How many do you have?" Yang Jian asked.
Li Yi pulled out a stack from sowhere: "A lot."
"..."
Yang Jian felt like he was being fooled. That thick stack must have at least dozens, if not hundreds of sheets. How did this person get all of these?
Unless, these things are easy to get and worthless, and this person is deliberately making them sound rare.
"Don't think this stuff is easy to co by; it's risky. Of course, if the rest of you have the guts, co out of your rooms after the lights out to pick up the letter paper, then forget what I said," Li Yi explained imdiately, having guessed Yang Jian's thoughts.
"Doesn't the first or second floor have this thing?" Yang Jian inquired.
"Sure, it's just that people on the first and second floor dare not go out at night, and they die off quickly. Even if they discover the letter paper, they don't know how to use it, and even if they knew, such information wouldn't be casually disclosed. ssengers on the third floor live longer and a lot of information is public. I was told about it by others when I first arrived on the third floor," Li Yi explained.
"I see," Yang Jian's previous speculation was not wrong.
The third floor's ssengers know more about the Ghost Post Office.
Yang Jian said, "Let's hold off on the business of selling letter papers for now. Since you've been on the third floor for quite so ti, do you know how to move to the upper floors quickly? I don't want to stay long on the third floor; I want to go to the fourth floor, no, even better, the fifth floor."
"Are you in a rush to break free from the curse of the post office?"
Li Yi was stunned for a mont, then said, "It's better to stay calm. The ssenger's task is not so simple, and your anxious state can easily lead to trouble."
"It's my business. If you don't know, just say it. If you do know, I can pay more," Yang Jian stated.
Li Yi's expression changed: "How much more?"
"Na your price," Yang Jian said.
"How about a million?" Li Yi suggested.
After all, they didn't seem like rich people, everyone looked very ordinary. A million was already a high price; they might have to sell their cars or houses.
"Sure, I'll give you three million, and you give twenty more letter papers," Yang Jian said.
"That was hasty," Li Yi cursed to himself.
This man really is a big spender.
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