So, Cao Ya and the others discussed it and decided to stay. They first entered a room to see the actual situation of the ghost post office and then discussed the next step.
Because Cao Ya and the others broke in by force, just in case, it is best for the four of them to stay in one room to ensure that they can deal with various emergencies.
The ghost post office tonight may not be peaceful.
They chose Wang Shan’s room.
Wang Shan’s face changed slightly and he objected repeatedly, but his objections were ineffective.
A few people had a tough attitude and entered Room 17.
Wan Xing and the woman named Qian Rong quickly entered Room 11 and slammed the door tightly.
In Room 17.
Cao Ya stood at the door, spreading his senses and sensing the movement outside.
At six o'clock, the lights in the post office were completely extinguished, darkness enveloped the entire post office, and it fell into a deathly darkness.
Even the neon lights next to the sign outside the door were dim.
However, at this moment
The sound of dead footsteps echoed in the eerily silent Ghost Post Office.
That was the sound made by the corpse stepping on the wooden board. Every now and then, it creaked and creaked, as if there was nothing there.
And the sound was very strange. When it was on the fourth floor, it only echoed on the fourth floor. There was no movement downstairs, and you couldn't hear it even if you pricked your ears.
Cao Ya did not pay attention to the movement, and concentrated on exploring the atmosphere outside.
A cold breath slowly appeared on the first floor. Needless to say, he knew it was a fierce ghost.
At this time, other people also heard the heavy footsteps, and their expressions couldn't help but change.
Yang Jian looked around. The decoration of this room was exactly the same as that of the Caesar Hotel he had been to. The old rusty hatchet, a powerful supernatural item he carried with him, was the tiger's mouth in the Caesar Hotel. Snatch the food and grab it.
"What is the connection between the two?" Yang Jian pondered.
The Ghost Post Office and the weird Caesar Hotel are products of the same period.
"There are five people in the room, and they are all fucking men. There is only one bed. How can we sleep on it? If word spreads, it will be over." Sun Rui stared at the wooden bed in the room, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He kept complaining.
"Let's just make do with it for one night. This place is very wrong, especially after the lights were turned off just now." Li Yang said.
Wang Shan secretly pouted, I live in this room alone, who asked you to force your way in?
There are obviously several vacant rooms.
"Shhh" Cao Ya signaled everyone to stop talking.
The old wooden door was a little deformed. Even if it was closed, it was not closed tightly. There were still cracks as thick as a finger. Through those cracks, he could clearly see the darkness outside. , this darkness seems to have formed a substance, and even penetrated a little.
Special darkness, ghostlyAbility
Cao Ya held the door handle, as if he was about to rush out at any time.
Sun Rui glanced at him
"Cao Ya, don't tell me, you have to risk your life and rush out"
Cao Ya shook his head and stood guard at the door Side, sensing the movement outside the door.
Seeing that there was no big abnormality, Sun Rui chatted with Li Yang, and said that he had written a paper about ghosts before, but was called back by the headquarters, euphemistically saying that his paper lacked The corresponding actual evidence actually means that he is talking nonsense.
But judging from what Sun Rui meant, he really put a lot of effort into that paper. He also said that he wrote a book called I am the person in charge of Dahan City, which is his autobiography. He also contacted He has signed a publishing house and plans to print millions of copies, guaranteed to sell well.
He also said that if they are willing, he can write a biography for each of them, which is guaranteed to be exciting. When the time comes, they will publish it together and keep it bright. The eyes of those who control ghosts.
Yang Jian asked him to stop talking nonsense. If he published his autobiography, he would not reveal his own information.
Wang Shan stayed quietly in the corner, not daring to interrupt.
He is not a ghost master.
However, Wang Shan did not dare not answer when several people asked.
According to Wang Shan, he once heard the courier upstairs say that there is a staircase on the fifth floor of the post office that leads to the outside. This is probably the only place where the couriers can escape from this ghost. opportunity.
He said he had no choice but to take a gamble.
Sooner or later he will die if he stays. He has no control over the ghosts. If he sends messages too many times, he will always end up with ghosts.
That’s why Wang Shancai helped a few people, hoping that they could help him when the time comes.
Wang Shan confessed everything and concealed nothing, dispelling the concerns of several ghost masters.
Wang Shan understood that in front of the ghost controller, he was just an ordinary person, the kind who had no power to resist at all.
And after killing themselves, these responsible persons do not need to bear any responsibility.
In special times, the power of the person in charge is boundless.
Correspondingly, the person in charge also needs to deal with supernatural events and risk his life.
Wang Shan also said that during the time he became a messenger, he had carefully reasoned and researched and discovered a loophole in going upstairs.
Ordinary people cannot accomplish this method, and they will die miserably. Only special people can do it.
The special person here naturally refers to the ghost controller.
According to Wang Shan's
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