Chapter 823 790: Letterhead

Spent another night at the post office.

At six o’clock in the morning, quite punctually, darkness quickly dissipated inside the post office, and weak, yellowish lights turned on, restoring the usual gloomy and dim atmosphere.

After confirming everything was normal outside, Yang Jian and others left Room 31.

“Last night, there was a bizarre sound of high heels walking outside, eventually opening one of the doors and entering inside,” Li Yang immediately brought up the unusual occurrence he noticed yesterday.

After speaking, he pointed ahead: “Roughly in that direction.”

35, 36, 37.

There were three rooms in that direction, their doors closed tight, with no couriers stepping out.

“Do you think the sound of the high heels walking belongs to a ferocious ghost?”

Yang Jian frowned slightly, glanced over, and then asked.

Li Yang said: “Captain, do you really think a regular person would be moving around in the pitch-dark post office at night? I think that’s highly unlikely; it’s probably a wandering ghost on the third floor.”

“Don’t be so conclusive. It’s true that it’s very dangerous inside the post office after lights out, but you’ve fallen into a misconception—that being outside the rooms after dark is a certain death sentence. While dangerous, as long as we don’t encounter the Door-Opening Ghost like we did on the first floor, it shouldn’t be lethal.”

“Of course, this is just my own guess. I still maintain a skeptical attitude, as it hasn’t been confirmed yet.”

Yang Jian said this and walked towards the room Li Yang was pointing to: “If there’s a ghost, we’ll find out everything by going in. You didn’t hear any sounds of doors opening and leaving outside while on night watch, right?”

“No.”

“That means the owner of those high heels stayed in one of these rooms. I’ll look around.” Yang Jian approached the door of Room 35, pushed it open with his hand, and entered.

“Don’t come in; I can handle this alone.”

He wasn’t afraid at all, seemingly indifferent to whether there could be danger in the room.

In fact, with Yang Jian’s current state, many things are no longer worthy of his concern. The only thing he feared was the resurrection of his Ghost Eye.

Yang Xiaohua, Cai Yu, Wang Shan, Liu Mingxin—these four stood at a distance, unwilling to approach the rooms suspected of having issues.

Yang Jian could afford to do this because he was bold and skilled; they could not.

To the couriers who had risen from the first and second floors, this level was as new to them as it was to newcomers; any abnormality could cost them their lives.

Shortly after.

Yang Jian came out from Room 35.

“No situation inside, everything is normal. The layout is the same as Room 31 which we stayed in last night.”

After saying that, he successively went to Rooms 36 and 37.

Inside everything was normal, no ferocious ghost lingering, no couriers inhabiting, the rooms were eerily empty.

“How is that possible.”

Li Yang felt it was quite inconceivable: “I clearly heard noises last night.”

“In many places in the Ghost Post Office, we are still in the dark; some anomalies are to be expected—don’t get too worked up. Previously, when we were going upstairs, we even saw a corpse on the staircase, so hearing the sound of high heels walking at night is nothing strange.”

“The Ghost Post Office has been in operation for at least fifty years and has never stopped. Who knows what has happened in this ghostly place over such a long time? Maybe right where we’re standing, hundreds of people have died. The more you experience, the stranger things get.”

Yang Jian’s investigation was mainly to reassure Li Yang and the others.

In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if a ghost suddenly appeared at the bedside in the room one day.

“Yang Jian, a letter has appeared.”

Suddenly, at this moment, Wang Shan, who had come up from the first floor, shouted after noticing something.

“A letter? Where?” Yang Jian immediately strode over.

He had previously searched the rooms and hadn’t found any letters, thinking that since the letters were torn up yesterday, it wasn’t time for delivery yet, leading to a safe period. So, he planned to wait for the couriers on the third floor to appear before figuring out what to do.

Wang Shan pointed to the middle of the third floor’s atrium.

There, unbelievably, a mailbox was placed with a letter inserted on top.

“It’s a yellow envelope; it’s a normal letter,” Yang Xiaohua said, slightly relieved.

She was afraid it would be another red letter, which would mean Yang Jian would have to tear it again.

“Are all third-floor letters found in this mailbox?” Yang Jian hesitated a bit.

This situation was different from before.

Regardless, he decided to take down the letter and look at it first.

Based on previous experience, once a courier comes into contact with a letter, it means taking on the task of delivery. However, considering the special circumstances of the previous two red letters, Yang Jian brought quite a few people up to the third floor, and they hadn’t been delivering as per normal mailmen, so whether it would affect things later, no one knew.

“The letter on the mailbox isn’t yours; if you’re in such a rush to deliver, you’ll die soon. Didn’t you just come up from the second floor? Shouldn’t you have a safe period of three months? Isn’t it better to just get through these three months safely?”

Suddenly, a voice unexpectedly rang out.

The door to Room 34 had opened at some point.

A disheveled man wearing a padded jacket was lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

“A courier from the third floor?”

Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, Cai Yu, and the others simultaneously turned their heads to look.

They thought this floor was uninhabited, but it turned out Room 34 had been taken by a courier without them realizing.

“Room 34 is also suspect; it’s possible that the sound of high heels had entered it,” Li Yang immediately whispered to Yang Jian.

“Pleased to meet new friends, my name is Li Yi, a courier from the third floor.”

This dispirited man seemed quite polite; he introduced himself without showing any hostility.

Strictly speaking, there shouldn’t be conflicts between couriers, but it happened on the second floor due to a surplus of couriers with strong animosity toward each other. Conflicts over room occupancy led to violent altercations.

But the third floor does not have this problem.

The rooms inside the third floor seem to be able to accommodate an infinite number of messengers, effectively solving the issue of accommodating them.

Without the conflict for survival, the temperament and characters of the messengers seemed to have greatly improved as well.

“I didn’t seem to see you last night,” Yang Jian came over and asked.

“I’ve just arrived, I came out to see what’s happening outside after hearing the noise.”

Smoking a cigarette and appearing somewhat melancholic, Li Yi said, “It’s also boring outside the post office, so I just came in to sit.”

“Came in to sit? You can come and go in this place anytime? There’s no need to wait for the mail delivery time?” Yang Jian noticed a piece of information.

Li Yi laughed and said, “It’s a privilege of the third floor messengers—they can come and go from the Ghost Post Office at any time, even when not delivering mail. Most people just don’t want to do that, which is why this place seems so deserted.”

“How do you use this privilege?” Yang Jian asked.

“Letter paper.”

As he spoke, Li Yi took out a piece of dirty, blackened paper: “Burn a part of this, and the path to the post office will appear. After entering the post office, burn a little more if you wish to leave, and the staircase out will appear. However, only the person who burns the letter paper can enter and exit, no one else can, even if you’re in the same room.”

“Letter paper? How do you get it?” Yang Jian asked again.

Li Yi smiled: “I don’t mind telling you, but then you have to tell me what exactly happened downstairs, why there are so many people coming up together, as many as six.”

“I shredded a red letter downstairs, then the staircase appeared,” Yang Jian did not mind making such an exchange of information.

A red letter?

This messenger named Li Yi was immediately taken aback upon hearing this.

Then he hurriedly shook his head: “No, that’s impossible, the red letter is the most difficult type in the post office, nearly capable of annihilating the messengers of an entire floor. It only appears when something abnormal happens in the post office or for some special reasons. Not only did you not deliver that red letter, but you also shredded it, are you joking with me?”

He is no newcomer, having spent a lot of time as a messenger on the third floor, and he knows a thing or two about the red letters.

“That’s the truth, believe it or not,” Yang Jian just stated the reality without lying.

“What he said is true, I saw it with my own eyes, and the fierce ghost brought by the red letter invaded the second floor. There were initially over a dozen messengers on the second floor, but almost all of them died yesterday, leaving only a few of us,” Yang Xiaohua seriously added.

“Unbelievable, I’ve only heard of the red letter but have never seen it. It seems that there is some existence among you that is beyond the control of the post office.”

Li Yi looked at Yang Jian with a slightly somber expression.

I must not have seen incorrectly just now.

This person’s eyes have been emitting a faint red glow, and his pupils don’t even look like those of a living person.

That is a sign of being invaded by a fierce ghost.

Surviving an invasion by a fierce ghost most likely means he has stolen some of the ghost’s power.

With such a person blending in among the second floor messengers, the appearance of the red letter seems to make sense.

“You haven’t told me how to get that letter paper,” Yang Jian asked.

Li Yi snapped out of his thoughts and suddenly smiled: “It’s simple, you come out of your room at night and wander around outside, you should be able to find some. Of course, there’s a bit of risk, since fierce ghosts roam the post office at night. If you don’t believe it and end up meeting one, you are as good as dead.”

“What? You get this thing by picking it up outside at night?” Liu Mingxin was so scared that his face changed colors.

“What else did you think? Used correctly, this letter paper can save your life at a critical moment. Lighting it up, the path to the post office appears allowing you to quickly escape the supernatural events. Many third-floor messengers risk going out to pick it up at night. Some have good luck and collect a lot, willing to sell a few,” Li Yi explained.

“Do you need it? I can sell it to you for cheap, one hundred thousand per sheet. That’s already the cost price,” Li Yi said.

“How many do you have?” Yang Jian asked.

Li Yi pulled out a stack from somewhere: “A lot.”

“…”

Yang Jian felt like he was being fooled. That thick stack must have at least dozens, if not hundreds of sheets. How did this person get all of these?

Unless, these things are easy to get and worthless, and this person is deliberately making them sound rare.

“Don’t think this stuff is easy to come by; it’s risky. Of course, if the rest of you have the guts, come out of your rooms after the lights out to pick up the letter paper, then forget what I said,” Li Yi explained immediately, having guessed Yang Jian’s thoughts.

“Doesn’t the first or second floor have this thing?” Yang Jian inquired.

“Sure, it’s just that people on the first and second floor dare not go out at night, and they die off quickly. Even if they discover the letter paper, they don’t know how to use it, and even if they knew, such information wouldn’t be casually disclosed. Messengers on the third floor live longer and a lot of information is public. I was told about it by others when I first arrived on the third floor,” Li Yi explained.

“I see,” Yang Jian’s previous speculation was not wrong.

The third floor’s messengers know more about the Ghost Post Office.

Yang Jian said, “Let’s hold off on the business of selling letter papers for now. Since you’ve been on the third floor for quite some time, do you know how to move to the upper floors quickly? I don’t want to stay long on the third floor; I want to go to the fourth floor, no, even better, the fifth floor.”

“Are you in a rush to break free from the curse of the post office?”

Li Yi was stunned for a moment, then said, “It’s better to stay calm. The messenger’s task is not so simple, and your anxious state can easily lead to trouble.”

“It’s my business. If you don’t know, just say it. If you do know, I can pay more,” Yang Jian stated.

Li Yi’s expression changed: “How much more?”

“Name your price,” Yang Jian said.

“How about a million?” Li Yi suggested.

After all, they didn’t seem like rich people, everyone looked very ordinary. A million was already a high price; they might have to sell their cars or houses.

“Sure, I’ll give you three million, and you give me twenty more letter papers,” Yang Jian said.

“That was hasty,” Li Yi cursed to himself.

This man really is a big spender.

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