Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 56 The Road Belonging to the Messenger
"No, absolutely not. The archives and records of the headquarters are all accumulated over the years, and they are not something he can ask for."
Cao Yanhua snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray.
Zhao Jianguo expressed helplessness: "My suggestion is to open appropriate permissions for him to check. After all, the relevant information in this person's hands is still very useful. The ghost paintings and the infiltration of foreign forces were all provided by him. , we might as well give it a try.”
Cao Yanhua knocked on the table: "Don't you think it's absurd that he didn't join the headquarters, but wants to get our archives? After all, he is a folk ghost master. You can try to persuade him, as long as he is willing to join the headquarters Dealing with supernatural events, let alone archives, will require the full cooperation of our side at that time."
"I'm afraid this will probably have no effect. I have tried to persuade the deputy minister many times. Do you want to consider it again? Cooperation is mutually beneficial. Today's ghost controllers are not like before. Most of them think about their own life and death." Zhao Jianguo said.
"Okay, don't talk about it, let's leave it at that. If the information he gave is indeed true, I will consider it."
Cao Yanhua lit another cigarette and sat in his seat again. The cigarette had not left his side since he took office.
There was nothing he could do about it. After all, he had to deal with these ghost masters and supernatural events for a long time. The high-intensity work and headaches could only force him to smoke to relieve stress.
Zhao Jianguo didn't say much. He just wanted to try his luck. If he reported it, there was a [-]% probability that he would not be approved. It might be hopeful that he would come over in person.
However, it seems that I am overthinking it.
After reporting his recent work to Cao Yanhua, he quickly returned to his office.
According to the conditions proposed by Lin Xian, he helped Lin Xian get access to the International Ghost Controller website through his own channels. In fact, this matter was not difficult.
Based on the existing phone number of the person in charge, he wrote down the phone numbers of the first batch of Interpol police officers and then sent them to Lin Xian.
The ghost master's website can only be accessed through a special method. This is a platform jointly built by all countries, and it can only be accessed through this method.
And the satellite phone number he gave Lin Xian belonged to a ghost controller named Wei Jing, who was the oldest group of Interpol policemen in the headquarters.
This person had dealt with many supernatural incidents in the early days, but because the plan to control the second ghost had not yet come out at that time, he unfortunately left the scene. Now he has been rescued by some special means, so he did not die from the evil ghost. Instead of recovering, it was suppressed, but it was impossible to wake up in a short time.
The work of the ghost master will continue, and supernatural events are also emerging one after another. He has no extra time to focus on one thing, so it didn't take long for Zhao Jianguo to enter his work.
And this time flew by for three days.
Dashen City three days later.
On a sunny afternoon, Lin Xian was sitting in the sales department of Chentang Community drinking tea. The supernatural incident in this place had been solved. Wang Defa found someone to suppress the news overnight. I believe that soon, there will be trouble in this community. Few people entered.
In these three days, he and Master Wangyu signed the equity transfer contract. Overnight, two new small shareholders were born in the community developed by Wang Defa.Even his competitors were a little surprised when they saw it.
He has also received the text message Zhao Jianguo sent him before, a strange website and a string of unknown numbers.
Based on these things, I successfully entered the ghost master's international website.
At the beginning, this thing was just like a normal website, except that it was blank when I clicked in for the first time. Only after I entered the number and refreshed the page did the content gradually pop up.
Most of the records on the website are some international supernatural events, supernatural videos, and ghost master organizations that issue rewards.
After reading several posts, he quit, because he didn't really need this thing at this stage, but for the follow-up plan, he felt that it was necessary to build such a website.
In the lounge on the first floor, just as Lin Xian put down the teacup in his hand, a familiar feeling approached him.
Lin Xian looked up, only to find a winding path appearing not far away. This path seemed not to exist in reality, and it was getting closer as time went by.
"Is it a ghost post office? It seems that the time to send the second letter has come."
Lin Xian sighed, sure enough, once you become the messenger of this ghost place, you will never be given a chance to relax.
However, at this moment, Master Wangyu came over from the outside.
He was still wearing the bright cassock, but the only difference was that behind him, the mahogany pestle was missing.
I don't know if he put it away because he was afraid that Lin Xian would have ideas about that thing.
"Little donor, have you seen donor Wang?"
Seeing Lin Xian sitting on the sofa, Master Wangyu couldn't help asking, seeming anxious.
"Monk, turn around and see if you can see anything?"
Lin Xian didn't answer Master Wangyu's words, but pointed to the direction behind him and asked.
Master Wangyu looked back in the direction Lin Xian pointed, but not far away there was only a sales building wall and windows as white as jade.
"I'm not quite sure what the little benefactor meant. Just following the little benefactor's gaze, I didn't see anything except a wall and a window." Master Wangyu said.
"Really?" Lin Xian had an answer in his heart.
The path leading to the ghost post office can only be seen by those who have the identity of a courier. Even if this path appears in reality, ordinary people who have not become couriers cannot spy on it.
"It's nothing. I didn't see Mr. Wang. There is his contact number at the front desk. You can call his mobile phone. I guess I have to deal with some things during this time, so the community will not come over."
Lin Xian greeted Master Wangyu, then got up and left.
On the road.
He found that no matter how he moved, the dark, old, and winding path was always in his line of sight, and the distance was getting closer. He could almost see the old post office at the end of the path.
"It's not that the post office is approaching, but that I am gradually being drawn into the ghost post office."
Lin Xian soon understood that when he reached the gate of the ghost post office, he might be forcibly pulled in. At that time, it was also the day when the post office delivered letters.
After leaving Chentang Community, Lin Xian stopped in an alley. He did not continue forward, but walked towards the alley that was gradually approaching in his sight.
In the darkness, Lin Xian's figure was gradually engulfed by the path. Stepping on the path leading to the post office, he walked forward with a blank expression.
After many days, I still returned to this place.
(End of this chapter)