Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 99 Human Skin Inn (Please book first! Please vote monthly! Please support!)
"Sure enough, it's another weird place."
Withdrawing his palm quickly, he didn't touch anything in this place again.
"Is this the address you want to send the letter to?"
Zhou Deng asked with a frown, his intuition telling him that this place was no less weird than the one on the bus.
Lin Xian nodded, this place is where he and his group delivered the letter.
"I really don't understand what your post office is thinking, and you come to such a ghostly place to deliver letters."
Zhou Deng shook his head, but when he looked inside through the gate, he expressed some emotion again.
"But then again, aside from the facts, this place really has some charm."
Lin Xian couldn't help but turn dark when he heard the words: "Can there be any charm, the charm of a dead person?"
Zhou Deng smiled, but his eyes stayed on the objects in the inn.
This guy seems to be thinking about those things.
Lin Xian glanced at the messengers following behind, all seven of them were there, but there was no sign of falling behind or sneaking away.
This is normal, if he still dares to slip away alone in this kind of place, he will not die because he has accumulated virtue in his previous life.
"come here."
Lin Xian pointed at the last messenger standing. He had an impression of this person. He was the one who was quarreling in the club at that time.
The messenger was taken aback for a moment, but he hesitated for two seconds before coming over. He was very quiet all the way, as if he was pinched out of the shadow by Lin Xian's ghostly hand.
"Go in."
Lin Xian looked in the direction of the gate of the inn. Instead of going in by himself, he chose to let an ordinary messenger go to find the way.
Zhou Deng didn't speak, he stood and watched meaningfully, and he didn't want to go into this inn first, it wouldn't be worth it if something dangerous happened.
The messenger didn't dare to say much, he glanced at Lin Xian's ghostly hands out of the corner of his eyes, and walked into the inn under the fear of facing these hands.
However, this scene did not cause too many protests from the messengers, because they also needed a scapegoat to explore the way ahead.
Human nature is like this, as long as the same goal does not touch their own interests, they will not intervene, but if that person is themselves, the nature is different.
The messenger quickly walked into the inn, but the inn was as usual, and nothing happened.
"Are you being paranoid?"
Lin Xian did not go in, but let another courier go in. He did not let down his guard until after several operations without any abnormality.
The lobby of the inn is not very big, and there is not even a place to rest. There is only a front desk and wall-to-wall hangings.
There are clothes, hats, shoes, even weapons and some small items on these pendants, but the workmanship of these items is different from ordinary materials, because they feel the same as this inn, smooth and delicate.
Everything here is made of human skin.
"Zhou Deng, what are you doing?"
Lin Xian looked aside, only to find that Zhou Deng ran to a display shelf at this time, and his hands had unconsciously touched the things on it.
It was a mask, a mask made of human skin.
However, at this moment, the door of the inn was slammed shut with a bang.
"Ok?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison, attracted by the sound of the door closing.
"what's the situation?"
Zhou Yue quickly walked to the gate. He still wanted to try to open the gate with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, the gate would not move at all, just like when he first entered the ghost post office.
"The door won't open."
A bad message came out of his mouth, and the hearts of the messengers who heard the words sank. It meant that there was no need to say anything, and their retreat was cut off.
At the same time, there was movement in the photo hanging behind the counter.
This photo originally only had a frame, and there was nothing inside, just like a piece of white paper, but now, there are densely written words on it.
"My name is Lin Xian, and when you came to this Family Skin Inn, I was already dead."
A line of familiar and unfamiliar text appeared. This was the first line of text, and some other things were written behind it.
"Is this human skin paper? The second one?"
Lin Xian was baffled, because it felt so much like human skin paper to him, it was exactly the same thing.
The human skin, the inn, the object, these information are connected, it seems that everything can be explained. Could it be that the origin of the human skin paper comes from this place?
Keep looking down.
"Don't be surprised, I am you ten years later, telling you the future information in a special way. In 10 minutes, I will check into this inn, but I don't have enough money in my hand to pay for everyone. money, so a lot of people died.”
After reading it, Lin Xian was completely restless. This piece of human skin predicted the information in 10 minutes.
"The inn is indeed for people to live in. The stationery at the post office stated this, but it actually said that I didn't have enough money on me. Is it ghost money? I picked up a full 39 yuan of ghost money on the road and paid it back. Is it not enough for these people to live in?"
Lin Xian thought, if this is really a human skin, then the information on it is absolutely correct, but there may be some loopholes and dangers in the correct information.
Zhou Deng also saw the framed human skin hanging on the wall: "This thing is really weird."
"It's really a weird thing, ignore the words on it for now, and see how to check in at this place."
Lin Xian replied blankly, because there is no place to stay in the hall, so the group of them all stood in place.
When they came, they saw that this place had a second floor, but after walking in, they didn't find an elevator or stairs. It was just an ordinary flat building.
He walked to the counter, and there was also a piece of paper on the counter, which was obviously made of human skin, and there was a pen next to it. There were some strange words written on the paper, and the specification looked like check-in. Information.
Someone has written on it from 1 to 10, but the words are crooked and you can't tell what they are.
There is no doubt that there are ghosts in this place, and looking at the information, this is not a place for people to live, but an inn for ghosts to rest.
"You, come here again and write your name here."
Lin Xian once again pointed at the messenger who had scouted the road before, and he was once again ruthlessly used as a tool by Lin Xian.
The messenger took the paper, picked up the writing brush from the counter, and then wrote his name on it.
Zhang right.
This is his name.
However, as soon as he finished writing, some kind of terrible supernatural being was born in this inn.
On the wall to the left of the counter, an old and decaying step walkway appeared, which was the way to the second floor of the inn.
It's just that this phenomenon can only be seen by Zhang You, and it is not reality, but illusory, as if a certain requirement has not been fully triggered.
(PS: There are two more chapters tonight~)
(End of this chapter)