Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1023 - 989 Lights Out on the Fifth Floor

501 and 502, these two rooms seem to have issues. Yang Jian doesn't want to distinguish between which room has problems and which doesn't, so the best way is simply not to choose, to select another room to rest in. After observing for a few days and understanding the situation here, it would naturally be easy to discern.

So he and Li Yang turned around without hesitation and left, without stepping into room 502.

The fifty-something man in room 502 looked over from the dim room: "The doors of the other rooms will not be open for you, and some rooms have been arranged by the messengers, making them even more dangerous. Although you don't trust me, I still kindly remind you."

"Good luck."

After saying these words, the door of the room slammed shut, and the surroundings returned to silence.

No sound continued to come from the neighboring room 501 either, but through the cracks in the door, the light flickered inside, still exuding a strange aura.

Yang Jian heard the words of that person just now and couldn't help but ponder.

It seems the situation on the fifth floor is more complicated than imagined.

Walls covered with various oil paintings, rooms suspected to have wandering ghosts, doors that won't open... now add to that, other rooms even contain traps, arranged by other fifth-floor messengers. The purpose should be to occupy a room, ensuring a place to land whenever they come to the post office.

If this is truly the case, then Yang Jian has another issue to consider.

Maybe, the number of messengers on the fifth floor isn't as few as imagined.

The number of messengers needs to exceed the number of rooms for them to have to compete for a room; otherwise, each person would have a room without any conflict.

Furthermore.

There's another possibility that living in a room comes with advantages, beneficial to the survival of messengers. So, the room's value isn't just about residence, but also interest, which makes it worth occupying and competing for.

Such a scenario doesn't occur on floors one to four.

Because everyone can crowd into one room, it's just that with too many people, the room might be visited by ghosts wandering within the post office, but other than that, there are no disadvantages.

"Captain, do you think his words are credible?" Li Yang was also full of doubts, unable to judge the truth of that person's words.

Yang Jian said, "The truth isn't really important; what's important is that there indeed exist many dangers here. The previous rules and information explored in the post office might all fail here..."

Before he finished speaking.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian turned his head abruptly, his gaze focused, and the Ghost Eye opened immediately, looking over at a certain place.

"I just felt something was spying on me, and that gaze seemed to come from one of the oil paintings on the wall."

He scanned the wall in that direction, saw many portraits, but they seemed normal now, unable to determine which painting really had a problem.

"It's already five forty. Every twenty minutes, the lights would go out; if there's a ghost here at night, it would definitely come out."

Li Yang said, "If these paintings really have something wrong, they would be terrifying with their numbers... very dangerous."

The paintings are almost covering the walls; if the paintings have issues, it would indeed be a nightmare.

Yang Jian didn't speak, just slowly withdrew his gaze: "I'll wait and see at night. I've purposely chosen this time to come to the post office, wanting to see what happens on the fifth floor at night. Maybe it could unveil the secret here."

No further delay.

Yang Jian scanned around, eventually choosing the last room.

507.

If the first two rooms have issues, then the last one should be somewhat normal.

Yang Jian walked over, directly covering the entire door with Ghost Shadow.

He tried to use Ghost Shadow to suppress the supernatural power on the door, then forcibly open it.

Yet, unfortunately.

The door swayed but remained unopened, seemingly sealed from the inside. And this seal wasn't an ordinary means, involved a kind of supernatural seal; that's why each door couldn't be easily opened.

"The usual way, Li Yang, step back a bit."

Yang Jian then wielded the Firewood Knife in his hand, not planning to drag, continuing to smash the door.

The room 507 seemed vacant; there was no movement from inside after cracking the door, nor did any lights turn on, very quiet.

This proved his choice was right.

After smashing several times, the door split with a huge gap. Yang Jian reached in with Ghost Hand to feel what was blocking the door so much it couldn't open.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian touched something, swiftly withdrawing his hand, and found himself holding several strands of black hair. The hair was rotten, as if buried underground for some time, carrying a corpse stench.

Black rotten hair was tangled on the handle behind the door, blocking it, making it impossible for people outside to push.

"Someone deliberately used this thing to stuff the door, making it hard to open," Yang Jian frowned, clearing out a small pile of rotten hair.

Under the suppression of Ghost Hand, these hairs might be eerie, carrying some supernatural power, but they couldn't exert their original effect and could only be swiftly removed.

It's hard to imagine such a little thing could seal a door.

Could Ghost Shadow not even handle this bit of hair?

Yang Jian found it incredible, but he thought it might be due to the special nature of the fifth-floor doors; these doors seemed to withstand more potent supernatural power. To open from outside requires paying a greater price.

With doors so sturdy, those inside must be very safe.

It can also be considered this way: the post office's fifth floor requires such sturdy doors; does this prove that the fifth floor of the post office is far more dangerous than other floors?

"Creak!"

Regardless, after clearing a small pile of rotten hair, Yang Jian smoothly opened the door.

The room was pitch dark inside, but for Yang Jian, it made no difference; his Ghost Eye ignored the effect of light, clearly seeing everything inside.

The rooms on the fifth floor are larger than those on the fourth floor, no longer a single room, but a spacious living room. In this living room, there's a dining table, a sofa, and some seemingly valuable decorations and ornaments. Moreover, the overall style is no longer the old wooden furniture of the fourth floor, but a more modern style.

"Something's not right."

Yang Jian felt an unreal sense in the room, opening several Ghost Eyes again to enhance their vision.

Very soon.

The room within sight began to twist and blur.

The modern-style decorations became illusory, no longer real; everything in the room was a false image created by supernatural interference.

This illusion is almost indistinguishable from reality. Ordinary people, even typical ghost handlers, cannot tell the difference.

Ignoring the effects of the illusion, the room revealed its true appearance through Ghost Eye.

The dim and oppressive atmosphere, the walls old and mottled, covered in moss; the furniture too was very old, uncleaned for many years, stained with dirt, and even traces left by dried bloodstains.

In such an environment, living for a few days would make anyone feel mentally repressed.

Supernatural illusions alter the room's style, reducing its dark and oppressive feel, which is actually beneficial.

Even if you know all of this is fake, it's much better than facing an unbearable reality.

"The room has been set up by other messengers. According to the person in room 502, there might be traps inside. I'll go in and check it out first." Yang Jian glanced at the time.

There's enough time, not overly urgent.

Li Yang didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Yang Jian immediately strode inside, arriving at the living room. Ghost Eye scanned the surroundings, but because of the post office's unique nature, Ghost Eye couldn't penetrate the walls, so some areas were unclear, needing a detailed walkthrough.

Everything in the living room was normal, nothing noteworthy.

Ghost Eye dispelled the illusion and revealed the real scene within the house.

Yang Jian then went to the bathroom. After inspecting, he found nothing unusual, but upon entering the room, he immediately sensed something amiss, noticing something under the bed with Ghost Eye.

At once, he bent down slightly.

He saw a mutilated corpse under the bed, lying there motionless.

"This is not an ordinary corpse, but a Specter yet to trigger its killing pattern."

After a brief observation, Yang Jian quickly concluded.

Because if it were an ordinary corpse, it would have decomposed long ago. Furthermore, the corpse only appeared in the Ghost Eye's line of sight; in normal visuals, it was non-existent.

Just these two peculiarities alone affirm it's definitely a Specter.

"The messenger in room 507 cannot possibly be unaware of this. The messenger here must have intentionally placed the corpse under the bed, aiming to utilize this ghost to kill anyone attempting to enter this room, thus ensuring the room remains perpetually vacant."

"And for the messenger to dare such actions, he must know the ghost's killing pattern, aware of how to avoid the risk of being targeted by the ghost, hence the confidence."

"If this is the case, then the post office's fifth floor needs reevaluation."

"This floor allows ghosts to appear, even within rooms, suggesting that room safety hinges on the messenger's abilities. If insufficient to dispel the ghosts, the room is more of a trap than protection."

Yang Jian glanced at the corpse under the bed, then without hesitation, used Ghost Hand to drag it out.

Under Ghost Hand's suppression, the mutilated corpse remained unmoving.

Evidently, the ghost's terror level isn't high.

If it were too terrifying, the room's messenger wouldn't dare place it under the bed.

"The room is fine; only someone placed a Specter in here, thankfully I discovered it. Otherwise, carelessly staying overnight might attract the ghost's attention." Carrying the corpse, Yang Jian pondered, then tossed it in front of room 501's door.

The mutilated corpse remained motionless, showing no signs of awakening.

Yet, for now, he didn't intend to deal with it but returned to the room with Li Yang and shut the door.

Room 507 was temporarily occupied.

After Li Yang sat down inside, he promptly said, "Captain, we have no delivery task now. With plenty of time, we can spend some to identify the fifth floor messenger, locate them outside, and detain them for post office intel."

"Jumping in here so rashly was somewhat hasty."

"I understand, but ultimately, we're supposed to be here. Now there's a breakthrough; room 502 possibly houses a messenger. Capturing them could unveil many secrets." Yang Jian's eyes glinted.

He planned to act immediately.

Li Yang added, "That person in room 502 could also be a Specter."

"Hence the need to act; action clarifies everything. Keeping the fifth-floor messenger is just trouble; killing them is inconsequential." Yang Jian felt disdain towards the messenger's identity.

He believed these messengers indirectly or directly triggered outside supernatural incidents.

And due to their messenger status, they wouldn't care like managers do, about external impacts or handling supernatural events.

Their sole focus is delivering letters.

As for anything else, messengers disregard it, even if a letter causes Specter's rampage; to them, that's negligible.

Therefore, killing post office messengers is justified.

The time reached 5:50.

Only ten minutes left.

"Don't waste the final minutes; continue checking the room and prepare accordingly. Tonight, I plan to check outside the room," Yang Jian declared.

Li Yang felt a shiver, "Wandering the post office at night? That's not a wise choice."

"Past experiences show the post office's secrets surface at night, so venturing is essential for gain. I'll act alone; just guard this room. I need a temporary safe haven for peace of mind."

Yang Jian finished and glanced at the glass bottle in Li Yang's hand.

"The corpse within this bottle is undoubtedly extraordinary. I'd like to see if other parts can be found; perhaps assembling them might yield results."

Upon double-checking the room's safety, Yang Jian and Li Yang divided their tasks.

Then time reached 6:00 PM.

Exactly six.

The post office lights went out.