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Chapter 706 The Messenger on the Second Floor (asking for subscription, asking for collection, asking for monthly ticket, asking for recommendation ticket)

Strictly speaking, the structure of the second floor is no different from that of the first floor, the only difference is that the lobby on the first floor cannot be seen.

Glancing at the corridor on the second floor, Su Yuan turned around and paid a little attention, but there was an extra wall behind him at some point.

The original staircase has disappeared.

The walls look very old, with peeling skin and spots.

This abnormal situation is probably also related to the regulations of the post office, which only allows people to go up, not down.

Perhaps the previous managers were worried that someone with ulterior motives would target the new courier downstairs, so they specially set the rules.

At this moment, Yang Jian was already walking along the old corridor to the nearest room.

Su Yuan also quickly followed, and roughly counted, there are only seven rooms on this floor, which should correspond to seven messengers.

But the post office's rules don't make it clear that only one person can live in a room.

In fact, as long as they can withstand the attack of the ghosts, several people can live in one room.

Perhaps there is a limit to the number of people in the room. Once that limit is exceeded, it will attract the attack of the ghosts wandering in the post office.

Of course, this is just speculation, whether it is true has not been confirmed, and no specific information has been obtained.

Moreover, Su Yuan also discovered a very interesting phenomenon, that is, looking down from the second floor, the first floor of the post office cannot be seen.

If you poke your head out, you won't be able to see anything clearly a few meters down. It's like an abyss with no end, which makes people subconsciously feel an inexplicable fear.

"We have to hurry up and choose a room to live in, otherwise, once the time is up and the lights of the post office go out, there will be ghosts wandering around."

Yang Jian's words interrupted Su Yuan's contemplation and brought him back to his senses.

"Well, let's pick a room at random. Will there be anyone in these rooms?"

"Most likely, there must be messengers on the second floor."

Yang Jian said calmly: "But it's okay, it's just time to pry their mouths open and learn about the regulations on the second floor."

Just when the two were about to act, suddenly.

In the nearest room, the door of No. 21 opened with a slam, and a violent voice echoed: "Smelly woman, get out of here, you want to stay in my room? Who do you think you are?"

A woman with bruises was kicked out of the room heavily, and then fell to the ground in pain, the skin on her body was worn away by the rough ground.

Blood spilled out quickly.

That disheveled look is very miserable.

However, after being kicked out, the woman's eyes were filled with fear and despair. She was trembling all over, and wanted to return to this room, but was kicked down again by a man with a cold face.

"This room is already full, get out of here."

"Don't, don't do this, please, let me go in and stay for one night, just one night, as long as one night is enough, I can agree to any conditions"

The woman was kicked to the ground again, but she still begged regardless of the pain on her body.

The gloomy man said, "If you continue to make noise here, believe it or not, I will throw you off the stairs right now? In the post office, killing people is not prohibited among messengers, let alone you are worthless to us."

"Ah, you liars, you just clearly agreed to let me stay as long as I accompany you every time."

At this time, she seemed to collapse to the point of screaming, howling, and despair.

But he never thought of resisting.

Because she couldn't resist, she was just an ordinary woman.

In this post office, the law of the jungle is still followed.

"Humph."

The man with a gloomy face suddenly glanced at Yang Jian and Su Yuan again, his eyes moved, as if with a strong warning meaning, telling you not to try to find trouble in Room 21.

Then there was a loud bang.

The door was closed.

"Woooo."

The woman lay on the ground crying, miserable.

Seeing this, Su Yuan said with great interest: "Is this an internal strife among the messengers?"

"No, this woman should be the messenger on the first floor." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, as if he remembered something.

"She was originally the courier on the first floor, but because we succeeded in delivering the letter, the couriers on the whole floor went upstairs ahead of schedule."

"Oh I got it."

Su Yuan also immediately understood what was going on, it must be because the letter was delivered successfully, she also went upstairs, and came here much earlier than them.

But on the second floor, there are not enough rooms. If this woman wants to enter one of the rooms, she must contact the owner of the original room.

Obviously.

The contact failed, she was driven out, not only was driven out, but also seemed to be taken advantage of.

Thinking of this, Su Yuan walked over slowly, but before he said anything, the woman seemed to grasp the last straw, begging him bitterly:

"I, I don't want to die. I have a husband, a child, and parents. I don't want to die. My daughter is only five years old. I don't want to die..."

This appearance of pear blossoms with rain makes me feel sorry for him. Although he is not beautiful, he also has a mature charm. Unfortunately, the bruises and bloodstains on his haggard face ruined this feeling.

"You want to help her?"

Yang Jian's voice sounded from behind, and Su Yuan said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether we can help or not, but it happens that we also need a room, and it happens that I don't like those people just now, so I just want to choose this one." The room should be fine."

"As you like."

Yang Jian didn't seem to be very interested in these things, so he spoke casually.

Suddenly, the woman kowtowed to Su Yuan as if she had found a savior.

Su Yuan patted the woman's head: "It's not necessary. You have become a messenger. In fact, you should know that death is only a matter of time."

"Please, please, help me, I don't want to die, woo woo," the woman cried, she didn't think so much, she just wanted to live.

As for how long she can live, she doesn't know and can't control it.

"That's not what I can say, and it's not what you can say."

Su Yuan stood up, walked to the door of the room, then stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob.

Unsurprisingly, the old wooden door was locked from the inside, and it was not easy to open it.

But only for ordinary people.

Su Yuan exerted a little force, and a black light seemed to flash across his body, and the old wooden door creaked, and it opened easily, which is a bit unbelievable.

The door opened.

A cloud of stale air came over.

The smell of smoke, musty, and sour. It makes people very uncomfortable.

And an angry voice also came from the room at this moment.

"He made it up. At this moment, who dares to open the door to death!"

(End of this chapter)