Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 57 The plan in progress
"It's already five forty-five."
Lin Xian looked at his phone. The normal operating hours of the post office are from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm. Once you pass this area, the entire post office will stop operating, and there will be ghosts wandering in the post office.
This path is not too long, but the post office is pulling him closer in a strange way. The Ming Dynasty building not far away, and the ghost post office with flashing neon signs soon appeared in front of him.
Just as he was about to reach out and open the post office, the door opened automatically, and a few people happened to come out.
The clothes these people are wearing are not from this era. The leader is a gentle man who looks about 30 years old. He is wearing the clothes of the private school teacher in the previous era, but what is more unsuitable is that his hands are dragging With an old-fashioned broadsword.
"That woman wanted to stop me, so I killed her and put her in those jars, which makes sense, and Luo Wensong also acquiesced in everything I did."
The leading Mr. Private School walked out first, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, because he saw a person standing on the path.
"Zhang Xianguang? Why is he here?"
An inexplicable danger rose from his heart, Lin Xian stopped where he was, and looked at the other party vigilantly. After all, his outfit was too conspicuous.
It's just that Lin Xian doesn't understand why he met Zhang Xianguang and the people behind him at this point in time, but it doesn't matter right now, because this is an extremely dangerous person and one of the strongest people in the previous generation. If he wanted to do something to himself, I'm afraid he would have to die here today.
However, Zhang Xianguang just glanced at Lin Xian on the path. He didn't say anything or do anything. Instead, he stepped out of the post office, dragged his old-fashioned big knife and left along the path. The people behind him also followed silently.
Passing by these people, Lin Xian could really feel Guihua's uneasiness, and even Guihua's hands seemed to be trembling.
It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying existence the second-generation ghost master is at this time, not to mention that Zhang Xianguang has escaped the curse of the post office, and the people around him seem to be very dangerous.
It wasn't until these people disappeared at the end of the path that Lin Xian came back to his senses. He took a deep breath, and walked into the post office expressionlessly.
"Sure enough, the second manager of the post office has been dismembered long ago, and he is probably already carrying out that plan." Lin Xian thought silently.
According to the timeline, there should be three managers of the post office at this stage. The first one is the door knocker Luo Wensong, who was also the first to grasp the supernatural power of the post office. This person jumped off the fifth floor of the post office and died not long ago. .
No, to be precise, Zhang Xianguang gave Luo Wensong a ride.
The second manager was Tian Xiaoyue, who was also the woman Zhang Xianguang mentioned just now, but this woman died before Luo Wensong.
The third manager was Zhang Xianguang. It was not surprising that he could become the manager of the post office. Lin Xian was not surprised. After all, this man had spent his whole life laying out the plan, and the effort and cost he spent on it were completely beyond the control of the current stage. Ghost people can imagine.
According to the direction of the plot, the fourth manager should be Sun Rui, but judging from Sun Rui's current situation, I am afraid that the content will be rewritten.
After entering the post office, the layout is still the same as before. Lin Xian is still the courier on the first floor, but at this point in time, there are no couriers in the lobby, or they were all cleaned up by themselves before.
Looking at the cabinet at the front desk of the post office, he didn't find any envelopes on it, maybe it's because the day to send the letters hasn't arrived yet, it seems that it's just to lure the courier here at this time.
Pushing open the gate of No. 11, however, he found that the gate was locked.
Obviously.
He overturned his conjecture, there must be a new person who became a messenger, and also took his room.
"The post office will be shutting down in five minutes."
Seeing that there was not much time left on the phone, Lin Xian's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Advice to the messenger inside, it's best to open the door now, and don't let me go in." Lin Xian said coldly.
It seemed that Lin Xian's words had an effect. There were some strange noises in room No. 11, and not long after, the door was opened by a man about 50 or [-] years old.
This man was broad and fat, with an apron hanging on his body. He seemed to have been pulled into the post office while working.
He smelled like fish, so he should be a fish peddler.
This man's name is Zhao Feng. Judging from his young appearance, he was probably a mature and charming handsome man.
Lin Xian pushed the door open completely, and strode in. He scanned the layout of the room, and it seemed that there was no one else except this person.
"My name is Zhao Feng, did you also come in suddenly?"
Zhao Feng's tone was a little unnatural, because it was purely a coincidence that he came to this place. Who would have thought that a letter without a signature would be hidden inside a fish's belly?
"My name is Lin Xian. It's best not to go out and run around at night. Stay in this room honestly. As long as there are not many people, there will be no danger."
Lin Xian didn't explain the reason, he closed the room at gate 11, and then sat on the only bed in the room.
In the post office, if there is a dispatch team of letters, there will naturally be messengers in the same room, but the number should not be too large, because once the number increases, ghosts will come to the door.
It is now 58:2 in the afternoon, Lin Xian looked at the phone again, there are [-] minutes left, the lights of the post office will be turned off, then the lights in the room will be turned on, and the outside of the post office will become dark.
This is Lin Xian's first time living in a ghost post office, no, to be precise, it should be the second time, because the first time was also experienced by the owner of this body.
It didn't take long for the entire outside of the post office to darken.
Originally, the old-fashioned chandelier above the head of Room 11 was still off, but it seemed to be affected by some kind of supernatural influence when it just arrived at six o'clock, and then turned on after flickering a few times.
In the room illuminated by the lights, there were only Lin Xian and Zhao Feng. They didn't speak to each other, but they could hear each other's breathing.
"Lin Xian, what is this place and why did we come here?"
At this time, Zhao Feng plucked up the courage to ask Lin Xian again.
"Don't ask so many questions. You'll find out naturally the next day." Lin Xian's voice was a little cold in the darkness. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell this person some relevant news, but even if he told him, with this person's current status It doesn't work either.
But when it comes to Zhao Feng, he seems to have some impression of this person in his mind.
"If I remember correctly, he should be the messenger on the fifth floor at that time, but at this point in time, he should still be on the fifth floor. Why did he just arrive on the first floor?"
Incomprehensible.
It seems that because of his intervention, many things have undergone potential changes, just like the Baishui Town that Yang Jian experienced at that time.
Zhao Feng didn't ask any more questions after hearing the words, because he felt that the person in front of him was not very talkative, so he had better wait until tomorrow to see the situation.
After all, when I came here, the other rooms seemed to be occupied.
However, as soon as the communication between the two ended, there was a rush of footsteps outside.
(End of this chapter)