Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 92 Getting in the Car ([-]-in-[-]) (Seeking for further reading)
boom!
Lin Xian, who returned to the room, quickly closed the door. He didn't expect that the risk of going out to pick up things would be so great. After only going out for a few seconds, two ghosts were attracted.
The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs is obviously the ghost who opened the door during the previous rounds. As for the shadow, it is lying on the floor in Room 15, but due to the mechanism of the post office, the ghost that disappeared has returned here again. .
Lin Xian's face was as normal as usual, without any fear, but his movement of leaning against the door was enough to show that he didn't want to be entangled by the ghosts outside.
The footsteps outside were still echoing, and the sound was getting closer, but the footsteps only came closer, and the speed became much slower.
After waiting for more than a minute, the sound of footsteps finally came to the front of Room 11.
A gaunt and thin hand grasped the handle of the door, and then raised the hand strangely.
"Are you kidding me? This ghost is opening the door. Is there a risk of being hunted down if you hide in the room?"
Lin Xian turned sideways quickly, he was ready to resist this ghost's spiritual attack.
Li Gui's palm rose and fell lightly, and finally knocked on the door of the room.
A supernatural attack belonging to the ghost who opened the door worked, but Lin Xian in the room was not attacked this time, but the toilet light lost its light at this knock on the door.
The toilet light went out.
According to the saying that death is like a lamp being extinguished, as long as this ghost knocks out all the lights in the room, it means that everyone in the room will suffer from the supernatural power of death after the lights are turned off.
The spirit on this old thing is too terrifying. If you touch it directly with ghost hands, there is a high probability that it will be broken. This is a very tricky thing.
However, when Lin Xian was still at a loss, there was a second knock on the door.
The lights in the hall were also off.
Only the last bedroom light is missing, and the terrifying law of killing is about to be triggered.
"No, I can't wait any longer, this old thing will be finished if I knock it again."
After finishing speaking, the white ghost hand on his left immediately stretched out, and when he waved it, some kind of terrifying supernatural power was quietly born.
Lin Xian could feel that his left hand was rapidly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned into a shriveled and withered palm of an old man.
The supernatural theft was successful.
Boom!dong dong!
A dull, depressing, suffocating knock on the door sounded from inside, grasping the spirit of the ghost who opened the door, he took countermeasures without hesitation.
However, the supernatural power of the open-door ghost was too powerful. Now Lin Xian was completely unable to perfectly steal the ghost's power, but the [-]% supernatural power was enough to extend the time he faced an attack.
After hearing the knock on the door, the ghost outside the door paused stiffly, and the palm that was originally raised was obviously stagnant at this moment.
The attack belonging to Lin Xian played a role.
But at this moment, the clock in the room made a overlapping sound, and the other side of the post office was being activated.
It's six o'clock and the post office is about to open.
At the same time, the fierce ghost who had been standing outside the door also left at this time.
"Are you gone?"
Lin Xian looked outside along the crack in the door, but he found that the outside was no longer dark at this moment, but instead there was light.
The ghost who opened the door left, and was affected by the ghost of the post office, disappearing in this floor.
Lin Xian, who was leaning against the door, sighed. He should really be thankful for what a wise decision he made. If it wasn't for the 2-minute time difference and the delay for a while, the matter would have become far more serious than it is now. many.
I can't imagine that if I really went out to pick up the paper money at three o'clock in the morning, I'm afraid I would be dead now. After all, the danger at that time was no less dangerous than just now, and the most important thing was that I had to carry the ghost All supernatural.
You know, Yang Jian at that time was also slumped when facing this ghost, and he would not be arrogant to think that the current self can be compared to Yang Jian at that time.
Taking out the seven-yuan paper money again, the paper money felt cold to the touch, and it felt somewhat similar to letter paper, but the big "seven" character on it already explained the difference between the two.
The denomination of seven yuan is already very large, and paper money has a wide range of uses. If you use it well, this will be a small improvement for yourself.
Risks are directly proportional to returns. For Lin Xian, this risk is worth it.
Re-opening the door of Room 11, the outside of the post office lobby has returned to its daytime appearance, the eerie atmosphere has long since disappeared, and even the ghosts who were still there last second are all gone at this time up.
After waiting for about half an hour, the messengers in the other rooms began to come out of their respective rooms one after another.
They looked a little haggard, as if they hadn't slept well all night.
After roughly scanning the people who came out, Lin Xian found that compared with the number of people yesterday, there were fewer messengers.
"Are only seven people out?"
Looking at each messenger coming out of the room, his eyes finally stopped at the door of Room 15.
In that place, the door was closed. Since the messengers came out, the door has not been opened.
Obviously.
The messenger in this room was killed by a ghost last night.
"Where are the people in room 15? Are they still sleeping at this hour?"
At this time, someone also noticed the change in the number of people, but he immediately knew which people were missing, so he asked the other messengers.
"Didn't you hear the footsteps last night? Just that battle, can you sleep? I guess everyone in that room is dead?" Just as the voice finished, a messenger replied.
The person speaking was a woman who looked relatively young, probably around 22-[-] years old. This woman's tone gave people a tough feeling.
Her name is Xia Yu, and she is also a courier who delivered two letters. She is the courier who lives in room 17, but what is interesting is that she is the only one in room 17.
Lin Xian also noticed this woman, but only glanced at her.
"Footsteps? I must have heard it. I know a little about the situation in room 15. Last night when I was lying on the door peeking, I saw a black shadow hovering at the door of that room. It is definitely not a living person. Most of the people inside were killed by that shadow."
Zhao Feng also interjected at this time. He still has the right to speak on this topic, and he really hit a ghost last night, and he still remembers those venomous eyes.
After listening to Zhao Feng's words, the other messengers looked over one after another. He told the truth and did not make up a story just to increase his presence.
"Then what should we do now? Can this letter still be delivered when there are few people?" Someone asked again at this time.
As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone looked at Lin Xian, not for any other reason, but mainly because the black letter was in this man's hand.
Lin Xian stood up from his seat, and said calmly: "The rules of sending letters have not changed, as long as all the messengers on this floor participate, there is no limit on the number of people."
After saying this, he changed the topic and asked: "This time's letter delivery mission is more difficult. If anyone is unwilling to go, you can tell me directly and I can end him in advance."
The purpose of these words is obvious, he Lin Xian does not want some black sheep in the team, everyone must be present, so as not to affect the progress of the letter delivery, because the price of the black letter paper is too high.
Everyone was silent, as if no one wanted to speak.
"Okay, since that's the case, everyone will go to Dashen City with me now, and I have the ability to accommodate you in terms of accommodation."
Lin Xian's tone was slightly cold. After scanning the crowd, he pushed open the door of the post office.
Everyone didn't stay at the post office for too long, and left the place along the gate of the post office.
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Dashen City.
Asami Building.
A group of haggard-looking people walked into the elevator and went up to the top floor.
These people were none other than Lin Xian who had just come out of the post office and a group of messengers, a total of eight people.
There is only one venue on the top floor, and that is the Asami Club.
Under the leadership of the staff, they quickly walked into the club.
This place is now taken over by Lin Xian, and the inside has also been taken care of, and the staff has been arranged, and everything is operating according to the normal mode before.
Luxurious, stylish, elegant and simple.
Seeing the scene in front of them, the other seven people couldn't help but take another look at Lin Xian. To be honest, their first impression of him was that he was a social leader, but looking at it now, he seemed to be the big boss of a certain company.
People are really pissed off compared to others. Many of them have worked hard for many years and haven't saved enough money for a house, and the person in front of him is less than [-] years old, and he already owns a luxury company. Who is not jealous?
However, Lin Xian was unmoved. Looking at the prosperous and luxurious place inside, he thought of an unhappy person, Zhang Haisang.
I remember that this person was killed by me at that time, and I also let the ghost in this person's body wander around. I didn't expect that after I left, Cai Xiongying solved the supernatural incident in this place. He will be so angry that he wants to kill himself.
In the VIP area of ​​the club, there were several unfriendly middle-aged men lying on the sofa. They were all members of the original Hero Club, and they all moved here at this time.
"Remember to change the name of the shallow sea club when the time comes."
Lin Xian walked in first, saying hello to these people at the same time.
"Boss Lin wants to change the name of the club? Have you thought about what to change?" Zhao Huai just came out of the office at this time, and couldn't help asking after hearing Lin Xian's words.
"I haven't made up my mind yet, but I don't like this name very much. In short, you should also think about it. I don't want to see those words again when I come here next time." Lin Xian pointed to the club's plaque.
Zhao Huai nodded quickly: "Mr. Lin, don't worry, I will handle this matter well."
Lin Xian nodded. He walked up to these ghost masters, and then continued: "These people watch carefully, and don't let them leave this club until I come back."
His intention was obvious, he wanted these people to wait until ten o'clock in the evening.
Some of the messengers were not happy about it. This clearly restricted their own freedom, which was equivalent to house arrest.
"Why don't you let us leave here? Dashen City is not run by your family."
A courier muttered with some dissatisfaction, his voice was not loud, more like venting his dissatisfaction.
Lin Xian, who heard the words, turned his head and grabbed the man's neck with ghostly hands: "Don't tell me, no one in Dashen City can control me now, and what are you? If you can't accept it , I can kill you in minutes."
Lin Xian's words were sharp and sharp. They were meant not only for the messengers but also for the club members. He needed to take this opportunity to establish his authority. Although he didn't have to do this, it didn't hurt.
"Hold, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The messenger hurriedly grabbed Lin Xian's ghostly hand, and then struggled desperately.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lin Xian withdrew his palm and left the place, leaving them in a mess.
With nothing else to deal with, the time passed quickly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.
However, even at night, a city like Dashen City is brightly lit and dimmed all night. The neon lights and night market are the symbols here.
There are many pedestrians on the street, including couples and white-collar workers who have just returned from overtime work. Everything is operating in a fast-paced manner.
When the time came to 09:30, Lin Xian led a group of people to the Longhua intersection station.
This time point happens to be the time when the bus leaves work. Generally speaking, the bus will not operate after ten o'clock, because the driver also needs to rest.
But the bus designated by the post office is different. It is a vehicle full of supernatural powers.
Everyone stood in front of the bus stop and waited quietly. No one spoke to each other. Because this mission was very serious and people would definitely die, so these people had no intention of chatting with each other.
Compared with the darkness of the bus stop and the neon world outside, it is not a world at all.
Be it pedestrians or buildings, that is the world that ordinary people yearn for. For people like them, darkness is the ultimate destination.
The second hand of the watch rotated once, and after the minute hand reached the twelve o'clock position and the hour hand reached the ten o'clock position, a strange phenomenon was also born.
On the road in the distance.
The street lights on the side of the road flickered for a while, and there seemed to be a cloud of haze around, and the vision seemed to be distorted and blurred by this thing. With the two yellowed lights on, a slightly old car The bus drove slowly like this.
This bus looks very normal from the outside, and there is no difference between it and an ordinary bus at all. However, if you superimpose the ghost domain, you can easily see the true appearance of this thing.
Because in the fourth-floor ghostland, this is not an ordinary bus, but a rusty, dilapidated and dented scrap vehicle.
Amid the supernatural interference, the bus had already stopped at the platform before anyone could see clearly.
(End of this chapter)