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Chapter 922 New Manager (asking for subscription, asking for collection, asking for monthly pass, asking for monthly pass)
At the moment when the corpses were successfully spliced ​​together, the post office was shaking and shaking, as if a strong earthquake had occurred.

This huge movement immediately made the messengers who were still guarding the lobby on the first floor panic, wondering what happened to the post office again.

Only Yang Jian noticed that at the moment when the post office was shaking, the darkness was gradually dissipating, the walls were peeling off, the wooden stairs were collapsing, and the floors were disappearing. It seemed that the old furnishings could no longer be maintained, and today they were finally damaged up.

"Get out of the way, the floor is going to disappear."

Hearing such words, the messengers hurriedly ran around, and the entire first floor was filled with dust and rubble, but after taking precautions, no one was injured.

Because the fallen rubble was very strange, the moment it landed on the ground, it disappeared into nothingness in a blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

A moment later, Su Yuan fell from the sky.

A red balloon was tied to his hand, causing him to fall lightly to the first floor without any damage at all.

Looking at Su Yuan who floated towards him.Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you do again? Didn't you go to find the last piece of the puzzle of the corpse? Why did the floor of the ghost post office suddenly pass?"

His intuition told him that this matter had nothing to do with Su Yuan.

Su Yuan's eyes widened: "What does the collapse of the post office have to do with me? It's clearly because the building has been in disrepair for a long time. If it collapses, it will collapse. It's a typical tofu project. How can I, Su, be wronged! Whoever built it must have gotten kickbacks."

Talking is full of Zhihu, Dianhu and other words, just like Su Yiji.

Seeing him like this, it's simply self-defeating.

But Yang Jian didn't bother to say anything, because the collapse of the post office is not necessarily a bad thing, the simplest thing is that from now on, there should be no need for couriers to deliver letters.

After all, there are no more floors, so it is impossible to classify the messengers on which floors.

At this time, the layout of the post office once again changed dramatically.

From the beginning of the building, it became a back-shaped building.

Still the same as before, there are five floors up and down, and there is a staircase opening on the wall. This is no longer the wooden staircase before, but a concrete structure, connecting all the floors up and down.

"What's going on here?"

"Obviously it's a new change in the post office, or in other words, it's the original post office now. The first floor and the fifth floor are connected to each other, and there is no layer-by-layer gap."

Su Yuan looked up slightly and said.

"If this is the case, then the previous post office may have been remodeled by someone, and the rules for messengers going upstairs were formulated later, not from the beginning."

Yang Jian made a judgment: "The person who has the qualifications to reform the post office and redefine the mail delivery rules can only be done by managers."

This is very likely.

According to known information, the manager of the previous post office was the old man surnamed Luo. He probably wanted to choose a new manager, so he formulated such cruel rules for sending letters, so that Sai could choose a new manager. A messenger good enough to take his place.

But now because of Su Yuan and Yang Jian, Sun Rui has been successfully promoted to the position of manager, so the post office will naturally return to its original state.

Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to feel something, raised his head, and looked at the fifth floor of the post office with scarlet ghost eyes.

Although the hall on the fifth floor has collapsed, there is a corridor left around the room. In that incomplete corridor, a strange female corpse with pale body and black letter papers on her skin unexpectedly I don't know when he stood there, his eyes lowered, and he looked at the people downstairs.

"Is that female corpse alive?"

"I can't talk about it, but the state is a little delicate. It can't be called alive. Why, are you interested? Do you want to take it back to be your wife?"

Yang Jian: "."

at the same time.

Another part of the post office.

This is a staircase that few people walk on. Sun Rui is limping up this staircase alone at the moment. There is a strange and vague figure leading the way in front of him, as if signaling to let him go. follow.

Sun Rui did exactly that.

The steps were very long, as if they had no end, the front was dark, and the surrounding was extremely oppressive, and it was eerily quiet, only echoing as he walked step by step.

Cramped, dark, and oppressive corridors can easily make people nervous.

But Sun Rui looked calm and not afraid.

He'd had enough of the horrors of the days he'd spent at the post office, when he'd spent every night alone, and it wasn't a big deal here.

It seems like a long walk.

soon.

The end of the steps is over.

That is a room.

There is a dim wall lamp on the left and right sides of the door, and there is a brass house number on the door, which reads: 601.

601?

Sun Rui's expression moved slightly: "Sure enough, does the sixth floor of the post office exist? This seems to be a strange place that exists alone, and it is not connected to the fifth floor."

When he looked back.

Crunch!

The door of room 601 suddenly opened.

The wall at the door flickered for a while, but the strange old man disappeared immediately.

That figure should be some kind of supernatural phenomenon, not a real ghost, but just to guide specific people into this place.

Sun Rui didn't hesitate, he walked into that room immediately, the room was very dark, very dark, so dark that he almost wondered if he was blind.

But soon, another oil lamp was lit up strangely, and there was a strange smell in the air, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Without hesitation, Sun Rui walked towards the bright place.

Soon, he came to where the oil lamp was.

It was a desk, old in style, covered with starch, and seemed to have been used for a long time.

There is a black booklet on the desk, with a writing brush and an inkstone next to it.

Sun Rui fixed his eyes on the small black notebook,
As for the writing brush and inkstone next to him, he ignored them. Those two things were ordinary objects, not supernatural objects. Only this black booklet had an ominous aura.

The black paper was somewhat familiar.

That's letter paper.

On the letter paper, one name after another appeared. They were all the names of the past managers. Now Sun Rui only needs to write his own name on it. From then on, he will be the newest manager of the post office.

Without hesitation, Sun Rui took out a ballpoint pen from his jacket pocket, and quickly signed his name on it.

(End of this chapter)