Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1033 Meeting between messengers

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Early morning.

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The sky is slightly bright, and for most city residents, this time has not yet gotten up, but for a small number of people, it is the beginning of the day's work.

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Every city is different.

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It seems that there is nothing special today.

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But for some people, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that has broken the peaceful life of more than ten years.

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The fifth-floor messenger hidden in the city began to move.

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They took the time to get ready, and they hardly needed to contact each other. Just seeing the supernatural phenomenon in the ghost post office, they knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost. They had to rush back to the post office as quickly as possible to regain the balance. Only then can you continue to live the life you want.

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So at this moment, the messengers on the fifth floor were almost all united.

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Whoever dares to restore the ghost post office to operation will die.

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There is no reason, and no excuse is needed.

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It's all about surviving.

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"It's time to go." A man in his fifties wearing pajamas with a little hair loss walked out of a small wood on the outskirts of the city, covered in mud.

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He was panting slightly, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, covered with dirt, as if it had just been dug up.

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In front of him, a path leading to the post office was particularly clear.

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The post office is calling them.

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If you don't go to the post office for a long time, the curse of the post office will appear, and the messenger will be chased by ghosts, and it will be endless.

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Therefore, no one dared to refuse the call of the post office.

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soon.

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The man in his fifties, wearing slippers, walked on the road leading to the post office, despite his muddy body.

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Although it is not the first time to go down this road, but after many years, he is still a little emotional and uneasy, because he knows that if he walks too much at night, he will always encounter ghosts, and if he goes to the post office more often, there will always be one time. will not come back.

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"I hope this time it's just a false alarm like the previous few times, and the problem can be solved quickly." The man was expressionless and indifferent, but his heart was no longer as cold-blooded as before.

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He has a wife and children.

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More than ten years of ordinary life has made him an ordinary person again. If he is given another ten years, when the child grows up, he will not even come here.

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only.

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Now that my child is still young, the family still needs me, and I can't die yet, at least not now.

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This man in his fifties is called Wang Yong. He has a very, very common name. If it weren't for the curse letter, he would still be a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.

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However, among the former messengers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe.

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Because when he was on the fifth floor, he had already sent out two letters, and he was only one letter away from the post office.

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However, Wang Yong's luck was not very good. The last time he encountered a black letter, his mission of delivering the letter was forced to abort.

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Wang Yong quickly walked the weird path and came to the door of the ghost post office.

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The colorful neon lights flickered, illuminating a plaque with three big characters "Ghost Post Office" clearly written on it.

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He moved his eyes slightly, looked at it, and then pushed the door in.

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The lights in the lobby on the first floor of the post office have been lit at this moment. The yellow and dim light dispels the darkness. Although it is not bright enough, it also illuminates the surroundings.

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Although it is relatively early now, there are already people in the lobby of the post office on the first floor, and there are more than one person. Obviously, someone has come ahead of time.

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There are three people in the hall.

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A middle-aged man wearing a chauffeur's clothes, his figure is a little out of shape, no longer the state of his youth.

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One is a man in a suit and tie, like an elite, he wears a pair of glasses and has a faint smile on his face.

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The other was a woman who was in her forties. Her hair was disheveled, as if she hadn't woken up, and she had two dark circles under her eyes. She was listless.

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"You are... Wang Yong?" Others immediately turned around to look at someone when they saw someone pushing the door into the hall.

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Seeing that it was a middle-aged man in pajamas with a somewhat bald head, he frowned immediately, recalling the previous acquaintances in his mind, and finally comparing them in his memory, he said with some uncertainty.

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Wang Yong nodded slightly and said, "I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. You have changed a lot."

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The man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped them: "This time the situation is very special. The post office has been calling us all night. Obviously, the black letter has fallen into the hands of the newcomer, but he should still be there. In the post office, I think this matter should be more secure, so I am waiting for you on the first floor."

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"After all, the times have changed, and supernatural events have now appeared in the city. Some people even controlled Specter and dealt with supernatural events, so we can't underestimate others just because they are newcomers. It is very likely that this newcomer is not lucky. In the 502 round, he really used his ability to take away the black letter. If this is the case, I am afraid that a lot of people will die today."

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The woman in her 40s with dark circles under her eyes said, "There are a lot of messengers accumulated on the fifth floor over the years, and there must be more than us."

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Wang Yong glanced at it: "The messengers who have survived until now have not imagined much. Some people have been possessed by spirits. Although they have left the post office, they will not live long. Within a few years, the ghosts have recovered one after another, causing It's hard to say how much is left in the end."

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"However, the surviving fifth-floor messengers will show two extremes, either too weak or too strong, and those who can't go up or down can't bear to take the first step."

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"There is only one person on the other side. I think the four of us are enough." The man who acted as a chauffeur had a gloomy expression on his face: "Kill him, and I have to go back to run takeout, so it can't affect my work."

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This person seems to be working all day long, taking out takeout during the day and driving on behalf of others at night. It is very hard.

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"It's all here, so wait a little longer. We're stuck on the first floor, and that newcomer messenger can't get out." Wang Yong said.

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Others think it makes sense and have no opinion.

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I've been waiting all night, and it's not too late.

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After about ten minutes, another messenger came one after another. Originally, there were only four people in the hall on the first floor, but now there are six people gathered.

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They feel that six people should be enough to act. Although there are still messengers that have not appeared, but if they continue to wait, they don’t know how long they will wait. Moreover, there are enough people like a newcomer, and there are more than a few meaningless. big.

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"Just the few of us, let's go to the fifth floor." Wang Yong said.

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The rest of the people couldn't wait for a long time. They didn't want to stay in the post office for a long time. They just wanted to get things done and leave here.

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A series of rapid footsteps appeared on the old wooden stairs.

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They went straight to the fifth floor without any hesitation, and because it was daytime, they didn't worry about running into ghosts in the post office, so they didn't need to worry too much about their actions. After all, they were dealing with people this time. In the subconscious mind, people are easier to deal with than ghosts.

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At least not to feel fear and fear.

soon.

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The group walked down the last flight of stairs with the determination to regain the peace of the post office.

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They pushed open the wooden door and came to the lobby on the fifth floor.

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Although some messengers have not returned here for many years, the oil paintings on the walls here and this silent hall often appear in their sleep, causing them to wake up in the middle of the night.

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"Just smelling the smell here makes people feel palpitations. If I can, I really don't want to go back to this place in my life." The man in the suit looked around, and became vigilant and nervous.

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"The door to room 502 is broken. What happened last night? Even the door was broken? Didn't the ghost in that room escape already?"

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It was the middle-aged woman who spoke, staring at the empty door and the sawdust scattered all over the floor.

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It is conceivable that someone forcibly destroyed the door last night with very arrogant means.

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"Now is not the time to care about the door. This newcomer on the fifth floor is really not easy. If he can destroy the door, it means that his means are very powerful, and at this time, he should be resting in a certain room. Pay attention, It is very likely that our presence has disturbed him."

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Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the remaining doors.

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Excluding the three rooms 501, 502 and 505, there are not many rooms left for people to stay in.

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"Can a group of people join forces to solve a new person? I don't believe it." Another unfamiliar fifth-floor messenger said solemnly.

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"It's right to be careful. Even if we can win, others are not helpless. We can kill a few of us even if we try our best." The man in the suit said.

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But when they were talking.

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Sudden.

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"boom!"

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A loud bang broke the present dignified situation, and the door belonging to Room 507 slammed open.

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next moment.

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A person was thrown out, rolled to the ground, and finally lay on his back, motionless.

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This man is slightly fat, with an apron on his body and blood stains on his body. His eyes are wide open, but there is no trace of expression in his eyes.

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"This is... the Soul Evocator, Zhao Feng? How did he appear here?"

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"I'm afraid that I couldn't help coming to the post office alone last night to kill this newcomer, so that I was killed by mistake. This guy used to be a little too big, but I didn't expect to get rid of this problem." Someone sneered. .

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"No, he seems to be breathing, not dead yet."

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Someone observed it, but found that Zhao Feng didn't breathe completely and was still alive.

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"Even if you don't breathe, now the situation is not much different from death. What does it mean that the other party left Zhao Feng alive? You don't want to tear your face? Or are you not willing to deal with a corpse?"

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"It's all quiet."

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Wang Yong immediately gave a low drink to stop the discussion of the messengers on the fifth floor.

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Seeing Zhao Feng's fate, don't these people have the slightest bit of vigilance?

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Killing Zhao Feng or catching Zhao Feng, which is more difficult, just think about it with your head.

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Although Zhao Feng used to be a bit of a caretaker, it is undeniable that his ability is indeed very strong. He has previously killed the newcomer messenger who went to the fifth floor alone.

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When the rest of the people were drunk by Wang Yong, they also put away all kinds of thoughts.

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Everyone looked at room 507.

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At this moment.

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The door of that room was open, and there was a sound of heavy footsteps inside, apparently someone was walking out of the room.

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"You guys came to the post office so early, probably not for the mission of delivering letters, and there should be more than you on the fifth floor, so there are still people who haven't come?" An indifferent, seemingly emotionless voice sounded.

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However, I saw a young man in his twenties with a strange long spear in his hand appearing at the door of the room with a blank expression.

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As expected, Yang Jian waited for these people around six o'clock.

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They can't wait to come to the post office to restore the so-called balance.

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"It was you who killed Zhao Feng? Are all the newcomers in the post office so powerful now that an old messenger from the fifth floor ended up so miserably." Wang Yong took a step forward, and he stated his position and attitude.

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"Wang Yong?" Yang Jian looked at him: "A ruthless man who sent two letters on the fifth floor."

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"You know me?" Wang Yong frowned, then glanced at Zhao Feng on the ground.

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This guy is only afraid of leaking all the information on the fifth floor. No wonder this newcomer is not in a hurry to kill him after he catches him. It turned out that he wanted to interrogate important information.

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"I know everything I should know, don't make excuses, you all want this." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and shook it.

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A black letter appeared in his hand.

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"Sure enough, it's in his hands." Someone's expression changed immediately next to him, and he couldn't help but speak out.

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"Send this letter back to room 502. We can avoid conflict. The curse of the messenger should not continue. You should leave the post office like us and return to freedom. If you continue to deliver the letter, you will die miserably." Glancing at the letter, he was not in a hurry to tear his face.

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Because if possible, he thought about trying to convince the newcomer to take his side.

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As long as the position changes, there will be no injustice or enmity between them, and misunderstandings can be resolved.

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"What if I say no?" Yang Jian put the black letter in his pocket.

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"You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letter is related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once the letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign the task of delivering letters. All our couriers on the fifth floor are You will be manipulated by the post office and lose your freedom, you are also a messenger from downstairs, and you should understand the dangers in the process of delivering letters."

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"I really don't understand why UU reading www.uukanshu.com is beneficial to everyone, but there are still people who oppose it."

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The man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.

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"Liu Ziwen, he used to be an old messenger on the fifth floor of the post office. He delivered a letter from the fifth floor." Yang Jian glanced at him, called out his name, and even learned some of his past.

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The man in the suit named Liu Ziwen's eyes flickered: "Since you know so much, I don't understand what you're doing."

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"You don't need to understand, because you can't understand what I'm doing."

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Yang Jian said, he didn't want to explain, but instead said: "I can give you a chance, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to take you to deal with the ghost post office completely, even if it doesn't work, at least the ghost post office will be dealt with. The post office is in control, free from the fate of delivering letters."

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He sent a friendly signal.

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Because Yang Jian felt that the messengers on the fifth floor were good talents. If someone was willing to stand on his side, he could absorb these talents and bring them to Dachang City to work for him.

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"You also think carefully before answering. I only give you this chance. If you miss it, you will die." After Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.

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The strange eyes rolled, peeping at the crowd.

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(End of this chapter)

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