Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1030 Gathering of Messengers

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Yang Jian got a lot of useful information from this man named Lao Li. This information is very crucial and important, which gave him a general understanding of the situation on the fifth floor of the post office.

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According to Lao Li, the courier on the fifth floor of the post office has stopped delivering letters for a long time. Because the black letter was left in room 502, the operation of the post office could not be carried out normally, and the previous courier on the fifth floor also to live in peace.

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Some of the messengers who came up from the fourth floor were given a short period of freedom because of this, and some of them chose to enter room 502 like Yang Jian and tried to retrieve the black letters to restore the post office to normal, but unfortunately all the previous people failed.

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And the long stalemate made Lao Li realize the seriousness of the problem.

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The post office is out of control.

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The harm caused by loss of control is even more terrifying, so Lao Li has been waiting for a messenger who can handle this black letter.

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The appearance of Yang Jian is not accidental, but he has the ability to deal with the supernatural in room 502.

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To put it simply, he is strong enough.

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The previous messenger may have luck, brains, and abilities, but his strength is a little worse, so he can only die here with great regret.

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"By the way, do you know a woman named Yinzi?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

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"There is such a person. She also entered this room 502. I am very impressed." Old Li was silent for a while, as if recalling the past.

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Yang Jian looked at the broken corpses on the ground: "She died?"

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The woman whose pseudonym is Yinzi is the captain-level character appointed by the headquarters. She has a mysterious identity. She is suspected to have been a messenger of the post office for a long time, but now she has disappeared. No one knows that she is here. Pass.

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"No, she's not dead. She's the only one who escaped from this room without taking the black letter. I never saw her again. She didn't appear on the fifth floor of the post office." Li Dao.

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"That's it..." Yang Jian frowned.

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It is not difficult to judge from the meaning of what Lao Li said. The captain named Yinzi before him also entered room 502 and tried to take away the black letter. Although he failed in the end, he survived successfully. And then disappeared?

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Lao Li added: "Maybe other messengers know her whereabouts. I've been trapped here for a long time and can't get out, so I don't know much information. Now you should go. If you continue to stay, it will only be more dangerous."

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At this moment.

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Supernatural phenomena frequently appear in this room, and the Specter is recovering. This place has become very dangerous, and it is not suitable for anyone to stay.

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Yang Jian has been risking his stay for a long time in order to ask for more information.

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This is the second time that Old Li has urged.

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"I see, I will handle the black letter." Yang Jian didn't say more, he turned and left.

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Lao Li stood in the middle of the living room, like a ghost isolated from the world, trapped here, unable to break free, unable to get freedom, his emotions have been wiped out, and it is nothing more than a belief to persist until now.

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Being able to come to the fifth floor, and being willing to sacrifice to leave this black letter at the beginning must have had a philosophy that he had to adhere to.

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This is by no means understood by ordinary people.

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Just like Sun Rui, as the person in charge of Dahan City, he has an extraordinary status and can enjoy life to the fullest, but he gambled his life on the first floor of the post office just to get rid of the ghost post office.

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After all, some things have to be done by someone.

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And this old Li, Sun Rui, is such a person.

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Yang Jian returned to the lobby on the fifth floor of the post office again.

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The pair of eyes in the oil painting are staring at him again, some eyes still exuding maliciousness, while others are scrutinizing, and staring strangely... The people in these oil paintings have successfully escaped from the post office The presence.

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Is the top messenger.

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If the person in the oil painting is still alive, it must be an incredible ghost hunter.

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"Are these eyes looking for resurrection?"

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Yang Jian's ghostly eyes rolled, staring at the portrait that was suspected to be his father: "If after the three letters on the fifth floor, you can really revive a person in the oil painting, then do you want to revive it too?"

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The man in the oil painting rolled his eyes and seemed to be looking at Yang Jian.

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The people in the painting and the people outside the painting are all similar in appearance, which is enough to prove that the relationship between them is extraordinary.

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"If I use an opportunity on the resurrected person, it means that my trip to the fifth floor of the post office is in vain, and then I will go back to the first floor of the post office and start again... It's not worth it , but if I miss it, maybe I will never have the chance to bring my father back to life again in my life."

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Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

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He didn't have much affection for his dead father. Even if he did, he was almost wiped out in the past year as a Ghost Rider. All he had left was his obsession, wanting to get a good result.

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In the end, Yang Jian withdrew his eyes in a complicated mood.

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He didn't look at the portrait again.

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This is not the time to think about these things. Tonight is not over yet. He should take this opportunity tonight to continue to investigate the fifth floor of the post office.

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"Old Li said before that there is a glass bottle with corpse fragments in one of the paintings, and the other is in room 501, but there should be a ghost in room 501. I don't want to provoke another ghost today. Let's see if we can find the glass bottle in the oil painting."

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Yang Jian was watching the oil painting again, looking for some useful clues.

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Finally, he found it.

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An unremarkable oil painting.

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The oil painting hangs in the corner of the wall, covered with dust, and has been abandoned there for a long time, but there is nothing in that oil painting, there is only one room with all kinds of strange things in it.

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There are vases with withered flowers, old tables, mutilated puppets, and wooden windows... And on the floor in this old room, a glass vase containing a dead man's arm remains. fall there.

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Yang Jian walked over, and he took off the oil painting without saying a word.

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He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting.

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A strange thing happened, his hand was disappearing, and at the same time a palm appeared on the oil painting.

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"It turns out that these oil paintings are all supernatural spaces, which can be entered, just like the original ghost paintings."

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He took his hand back, because he didn't plan to enter the oil painting at this time, as long as he found the oil painting, it was not too late to get the glass bottle when it was safe.

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However, just as he took his hand back, the scene in the oil painting suddenly changed.

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A terrifying black shadow appeared on the edge of the painting, and that shadow seemed to be entering the dilapidated room.

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Then, the palm that Yang Jian stretched out suddenly felt something different, as if someone suddenly grabbed him inside.

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yes.

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That's right, Yang Jian saw the outline of the half-black figure in the oil painting stretch out a blurred and blackened hand to cover the position of his palm.

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At the same time, his body is being pulled into the oil painting little by little.

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No, it's not that the body is being pulled, but the oil painting is actively sticking to it, as if it wants to swallow itself.

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"There are ghosts in this painting too?"

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Yang Jian's face sank, and he immediately gave up this arm without much hesitation, lest there would be too many dreams at night.

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The ability of ghosts to splicing corpses made him easily break free, one arm was left in the oil painting, and then was taken away by the blurred black silhouette.

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He used the power of a liar.

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A new arm appeared again.

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"Next time, you should use ghost hands to be safe." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

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He was holding the spear in his ghost hand just now, worried that there would be an accident in the hall on the fifth floor, so he used his ordinary palm to test the oil painting.

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Unexpectedly, there was no accident in the hall, but danger appeared in the oil painting.

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"Every painting here can't be underestimated, maybe there are unknown ghosts hidden." Yang Jian saw where the glass bottle was.

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In the innermost part of that dilapidated room.

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This means that he can't touch it when he reaches out his hand, and if he wants to get it, he has to venture into it.

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The ghost in the oil painting seemed to be unable to escape from the oil painting. After taking Yang Jian's arm, the blurred figure disappeared again, and the oil painting returned to its previous appearance.

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no way.

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Yang Jian could only take him back to room 507 first.

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"Li Yang, open the door." He came to the door of the room.

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"Captain?" Li Yang cautiously opened a crack in the door, and even prepared to do it.

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He was convinced when he saw Yang Jian's ghost eyes and the supernatural weapon in his hand.

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Ghosts can pretend to be Yang Jian, but they can't pretend to be hatchets and coffin nails.

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"Did something happen before? Your face is very wrong." Yang Jian asked.

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Li Yang suppressed his voice and said, "Captain, come in first, there are ghosts wandering outside. Before, a ghost told me to open the door with your voice and almost entered the room. Fortunately, I was repelled."

He held a blood-stained mallet in one hand, which could briefly repel Specter.

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Although it seems to have a small effect, it can actually save lives at critical times.

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"Is there such a thing? And Li Gui pretended to be me and tried to invade the room? Why didn't I see Li Gui before?" Yang Jian stood outside the door, and he glanced back again.

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There was nothing in the ghost eye's sight.

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"Forget it, all kinds of weird things can happen in this ghost place. The fifth floor of the post office has already confirmed that ghosts exist on this floor, so you can only be more careful. You put this painting away first, and I decided to continue. Go check the situation." Yang Jian handed the oil painting to Li Yang and did not go in.

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If it's okay for him to go to the room, he might as well stay outside.

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"Did you have any clues just now?" Li Yang asked after taking the oil painting.

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"It's not bad. I got some important information from the person in Room 502, but the secrets on the fifth floor don't stop there." Yang Jian briefly explained some of the situation on the fifth floor.

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After listening to this, Li Yang felt unbelievable.

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I didn't expect such a thing to happen on the fifth floor of the post office.

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The former messengers actually found a way to get rid of the curse of the post office without delivering letters, and let the messengers who enter the fifth floor of the post office in the future not need to deliver letters.

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It seems that there are quite a few talents among the messengers on the fifth floor.

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"It's a pity that their cognition was flawed at the time. Although the method was useful, the side effects were even greater. It's just that the previous messengers didn't realize it. Now the post office's loss of control has something to do with it," Yang Jian said.

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"Okay, that's about it, I'm leaving."

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He left some messages, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

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With the black letter, he left Room 502 completely.

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The curse that has been suppressed in the post office for at least ten years begins to appear.

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everywhere.

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A series of strange roads leading to the post office began to appear, and each of these roads represented the existence of a messenger on the fifth floor.

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and accumulated over a long period of time.

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There are more messengers on the fifth floor than expected.

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In the past, the messengers on the fourth and third floors rumored that there was a problem on the fifth floor, and all of them were suspected to have died. Now it seems that this is wrong.

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The messenger on the fifth floor did not die, but because he no longer needed to deliver letters, he left the post office and lived in cities all over the country, hiding his identity, so the fifth floor had the illusion of people going to empty buildings.

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The messenger who entered the fifth floor later couldn't see other people and found that there were ghosts in the room on the fifth floor. Naturally, he thought that there was a problem on the fifth floor and everyone died.

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"The operation of the post office has started again. The black letter was actually obtained by a new messenger. Sure enough, the thing I was most worried about happened before. I haven't paid attention to the post office for a long time. I thought it would be calm forever. It seems that the messenger There is still no way to change his fate." Inside an ordinary residential building.

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A man in his forties was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette in pajamas, frowning deeply.

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"Dad, mom told you not to smoke on the balcony and go back to sleep." At this time, a cute child about ten years old ran over and took the man's hand.

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"Go and tell my mother, I'll go to bed after smoking this cigarette." The middle-aged man rubbed his bald forehead, then returned to his senses and said with a smile.

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"Don't lie."

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The cute child ran away immediately.

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The middle-aged man flicked his finger and threw the cigarette **** into the trash can next to him, then his face became gloomy: "No matter who it is, the person who wrote the black letter, no matter how good or bad, should be killed, the curse of the messenger is over, it shouldn't be continue."

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At this moment, he made up his mind, then turned around and returned to the house.

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The lights flicker.

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"Wife, I'll go out." The middle-aged man was wearing pajamas and slippers and walked out the door like this.

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And in another city.

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"What? Two hundred yuan for the chauffeur fee, ok, ok, I'll come right away." A man who was running around for a living started running as a chauffeur late at night.

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He is in his forties, but life makes him look particularly haggard.

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However, the man did not shout tired, and was still working hard.

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However, when the man put down the phone and was about to set off on his electric bike, he suddenly saw a strange path appear in front of him.

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the end of the road.

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A building from the Republic of China looms.

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"The mission of the post office has begun?" The man who acted as a chauffeur was stunned for a moment, and a terrifying experience that had been hidden for many years gradually emerged in his mind.

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"Why at this time, at least let me finish this order."

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He still wanted to earn the two hundred dollars.

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"No, no, I'm the messenger on the fifth floor. Didn't the messenger on the fifth floor stop delivering letters long ago?"

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He remembered again that after that incident, the messenger on the fifth floor ended the mission of delivering letters, went their separate ways, and was never seen again.

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"Could it be that someone took the black letter."

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Some details were recalled by him.

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At this moment, the man who ran the chauffeur turned grim: "I have worked so hard to live, why do you keep me in peace, why..."

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He was extremely vicious.

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The street lights on the whole road flickered, bright and dim.

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"If you don't want me to live well, I'll let you all die well. If I don't earn 200 yuan, I'll take your life."

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The haggardness on his face was no longer seen, revealing the ashes of a corpse.

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The man who acted as a chauffeur rode an electric bike and turned around. He seemed to be going to a place, grab something, and pick up his identity as a messenger again.

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There are many things like this.

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Most of the messengers on the fifth floor are ordinary people who hide their identities in the city.

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This was their original agreement.

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The identity of the messenger cannot be exposed, nor can he use supernatural power, otherwise it is very likely that he will no longer be able to live a normal life.

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Compared with the terrifying experience when delivering the letter, they are happy to abide by this agreement and forget their identity as a messenger.

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Even if there is a supernatural event in the city, it has nothing to do with them. They just want to live, live well, and live as a normal person.

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This is a very low request, but it is also a courier's luxury.

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So they cherish this kind of life extraordinarily and work extra hard.

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But the appearance of Yang Jian made the fifth floor of the post office work again, and the artificial balance was broken.

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He suddenly became the target of public criticism.

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It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, good or bad.

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If the messenger on the fifth floor doesn't want to continue the mission, there is only one option, kill Yang Jian, and then send the black letter back to room 502.

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All the messengers are in action.

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And they are putting down what they are doing, getting ready, and rushing to the post office.

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Yang Jian didn't know all of this. After all, he was only on the fifth floor on the first day, and he didn't know how deep the water was on the fifth floor.

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Time passed slowly.

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But it's still hours before the post office lights up.

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However, there are already couriers who can't bear to go to the post office.

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The dawn is too long.

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There are many dreams at night. The person who took the black letter is in the post office right now. This is a good opportunity. Even if there is danger in the post office after the lights are out, it is not completely insurmountable for the messenger on the fifth floor.

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"Boom~www.readwn.com~Boom!"

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A series of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.

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The stairs go straight from the first floor to the fifth floor, and there is no way to go to other floors.

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A messenger from the fifth floor appeared.

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It was a wide and fat man, about fifty years old, wearing a work apron, with a fishy smell on his body, he seemed to be a fish hawker, and it seemed that he was working overtime at night because of his apron Fresh blood remains on it, but it has not dried up.

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His name is Zhao Feng.

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When he was young, he was a mature and attractive handsome guy, but now he is getting old, and now he is just an ordinary fish-killing peddler.

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But at the time of delivering the letter, the former messenger gave him a nickname.

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Soul Escaper.

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The nickname sounds like a middle schooler, but more than ten years ago, there would be no such idea.

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On the contrary, this nickname means a kind of recognition between strength and messengers.

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"Get rid of this newcomer, there is still time to go back and slaughter the remaining fish. It is not the first time to do such a thing. It will be over soon." Zhao Feng's fat face was expressionless, and a fish appeared in his hand. A hook full of rust.

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Like hooks on a slaughterhouse to hang dead bodies.

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(End of this chapter)

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