Chapter 1040 Investigating the Missing Person

The messenger on the fifth floor also had a fish that missed the net. From Wang Yong, he learned that there was a messenger who was older than him.

You should know that he also sent two letters to the fifth floor messenger. His qualifications are already very old. The older messenger he mentioned refers to the group of people who arrived at the fifth floor before him.

It doesn’t matter whether the messenger older than you still exists now. We have the final say on the fifth floor of the post office. Whether they appear or not, they cannot affect the overall situation. Now the decision-making power of the fifth floor is in our hands.

Yang Jian dispelled Wang Yong's concerns at this moment.

The others nodded and thought it was right.

Now their number is enough, Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, Long Ge, Zhong Yàn, and six of them are already an amazing team of messengers.

Even if there is really an old messenger who is still alive, if he dares to emerge, he will be nailed to the ground like the man named Lu Sheng.

In that case, what will your next move, Captain?

At this moment, the messenger named Zhou Ze couldn't wait to ask.

Yang Jian said: No hurry, this matter will be slowed down for the time being. I still need to confirm one thing. I want to know who has ever seen Sun Rui who stayed in the first floor lobby?He is missing, and I want to find him, to see people in life and to see corpses in death.

Sun Rui?Who is Sun Rui? Is there anyone else in the lobby on the first floor?Zhou Ze was a little confused: Sorry, I rarely come to the post office and I really don’t know what happened recently.

Li Yang said: Sun Rui is the head of Dahan City. Sun Rui and the captain joined forces to break into this place in order to solve the ghost post office. However, Sun Rui chose to stay in the lobby on the first floor and cut off the joining of the messenger on the first floor. He has been staying there for a while. Ten days ago, the captain and I met him when we received the sending mission. At that time, Sun Rui was still on the first floor.

But when we arrived at the post office yesterday, Sun Rui was already mysteriously missing.

So that's the case. Is there a person in charge on the first floor?Wang Yong pondered, and he understood what the person in charge named Sun Rui was doing.

This Sun Rui was afraid that he wanted to kill all the messengers on the first floor and cut off the replenishment of the newcomers, so that the operation of the ghost post office would stop.

It's a good method, but it's very difficult because someone still needs to clean up the messenger from the first to fifth floors.

Thinking of this, Wang Yong looked at Yang Jian again.

It turns out that Yang Jian had such a meaning when he killed the messenger before.

This is indeed a method. If the ghost post office is really powerless, it is feasible to clear all messengers.

If no one sends a letter, the curse of the ghost post office cannot be spread, and the place will naturally be permanently closed.

To be honest, I haven't come to the post office for a long time. I don't know about this and I don't know about Sun Rui's existence at all. I'm sorry.The bald old man named Brother Long shook his head.

At this time, the middle-aged woman named Zhong Yàn said: I came to the post office three days ago and met Sun Rui. There was a little conflict between us at that time and we almost started fighting. However, that happened a few days ago. Now that Sun Rui is missing, I have no intelligence information.

Yang Jian immediately looked at her: Three days ago?

Zhong Yàn nodded: Yes, three days ago, Sun Rui was sitting behind the large counter on the first floor. It seemed that he had been staying there for quite a long time.

Are there any clues to provide?Yang Jian continued to ask.

I'll think about it.Zhong Yàn was recalling, she tried hard to recall what happened three days ago.

In fact, she didn't have much contact with Sun Rui, but she just met on the first floor for a short time. There were very few things that happened, and the clues she could pay attention to were limited. However, as a messenger on the fifth floor, observing the details around her is a necessary skill.

Although Zhong Yàn is an ordinary middle-aged woman, the scene at that moment has been restored to her mind.

Something that is not important is excluded, and she tries to leave behind something worthy of attention.

Sun Rui sat in front of the counter, with an oil-free oil lamp on the counter... Zhong Yiàn said: He looked very bad, he had a cane and a gun in his hand, which was specially made.

These clues are not important.Yang Jian said: What's more.

Zhong Yàn continued to think again, and then said: There seems to be nothing suspicious about other things, but when I went upstairs, I looked back at him and placed an oil painting at the foot of Sun Rui.

painting?

Yang Jian's expression moved: What kind of oil painting?

It is similar to the oil painting here, but I didn't see it clearly, but the oil painting is quite special, and I have a little impression of it.Zhong Yàn said.

It is very normal to have oil paintings in the post office. There are oil paintings on the fifth floor or in the lobby on the first floor. I don’t know the specific source of this thing. I only know that every once in a while, there will always be a few unseen oil paintings in the ghost post office.Wang Yong spoke.

Go to the first floor to take a look.Yang Jian said directly.

He was a little hurried when he went upstairs before. He hadn't paid attention to the situation on the first floor yet. Now he should go back to the first floor to take a look.

The fifth-floor lobby and the first-floor lobby in the post office are quite special places.

Because there are only these two places with oil paintings hanging, there are no other floors.

Immediately, Yang Jian took action, he pushed open the door and walked out, and quickly went down the stairs along the old wooden stairs.

Although the black letter is on it, the delivery task will not start as long as it does not leave the post office, so it will not be in trouble for the time being.

Seeing this, the others followed one after another.

After all, Yang Jian is the boss here, so it is better to follow his decision.

A group of people quickly returned to the first floor from the fifth floor of the post office.

There was no special change on the first floor of the post office. It was the same as the previous arrangement. The lights on the head were still yellow and dim, and the colorful neon lights outside the gate were flashing, full of a backward style.

Yang Jian came to the counter where Sun Rui was before, and his ghost eyes peeked around, especially observing the oil paintings on the wall.

The oil paintings are portraits of some characters, including men and women, elderly people and children. The painting styles are the same, dark and weird, obviously from one person's hands.

He looked at the counter again, and there were no other oil paintings that fell.

All the oil paintings on the first floor are here. If Sun Rui’s disappearance is related to oil paintings, can you recognize which oil painting it is?Yang Jian looked at the clock Yàn.

This is the only messenger who had contact with Sun Rui a few days ago, so her information is very important.

Zhong Yàn was also looking at the oil paintings hanging on the walls, comparing the oil painting I saw three days ago in his mind, and finally stretched out his hand: If I had not made a mistake in judgment, the oil painting I saw three days ago should be that one.

Following the direction her finger pointed, Yang Jian saw the oil painting.

The oil painting depicts an old man, about sixty years old. The character in the painting is sitting on a chair with his face sideways, looking at the front, behind it is a wall with a window on the wall, but the window is pitch black, and I can't see the scene outside through the window.

The style of painting is quite depressing, and it makes people feel very uncomfortable after watching it for a long time.

Take that painting off.Yang Jian took a look and spoke directly.

I'll do it.The messenger named Zhou Ze volunteered to take on the task.

He walked over and climbed up to the counter next to him, and stood on tiptoe, just in time to touch the painting hanging on the wall.

But the oil paintings were as if they were embedded on the walls and didn't move.

There is something wrong with this painting.Zhou Ze said immediately.

Yang Jian peeked at the ghost eyes, and his ghost eyes were not affected or suppressed, not as if he had the same feeling when facing the ghost painting. However, at this time he saw the old man sitting next to the window in the oil painting, blinking strangely, as if he looked here intentionally or unintentionally.

The people in the oil paintings moved.

Yes, I blinked my eyes just now and turned my head over, but I stopped again.

The messengers had good observation skills, and they all paid attention to this detail.

It seems no different from the oil paintings on the fifth floor.Wang Yong pondered: But it is impossible to take it down, unless someone makes a mistake.

If there is a problem with the person in the painting, it should be related to that person.The bald head, named Brother Long, moved his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.

As if to confirm his words, the man in the painting stood up strangely, then turned around and faced the front.

This moment.

The portrait hanging on the wall actually loosened and fell off.

Zhou Ze's face was solemn. He hurriedly took it off and placed it on the counter, then quickly opened a little distance.

So does Sun Rui's disappearance have anything to do with this painting?Yang Jian's expression moved slightly and walked forward.

Zhong Yàn said: I only know that Sun Rui was indeed studying this painting three days ago, but I am not sure whether it has anything to do with the disappearance. After all, three days have passed, and anything may happen during this period.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but just stretched out his ghost hand and touched the surface of the oil painting.

But his ghost hand slowly sank as if it had been sank into the water.

The old man in the oil painting started moving again at this time. He was slowly retreating, as if Yang Jian's palm was about to touch him, forcing the old man in the painting to retreat.

Soon, the old man in the oil painting retreated behind the wall.

Everyone stared at this scene with an extremely serious expression.

Because the old man in the oil painting is likely to be a fierce ghost, if Yang Jian could reach into the oil painting, then Sun Rui should be able to do it too. So with this association, Sun Rui might have disappeared into the oil painting.

careful.

Suddenly, Wang Yong reminded.

Suddenly, the old man in the oil painting changed his face. He no longer calmed down, but lowered his head slightly, covering him with a layer of black shadow, his facial features became slightly blurred, and instantly became strange and vicious, as if a hidden ghost revealed his true face.

The next moment.

Yang Jian's body shook, and he felt that the ghost hand seemed to be caught, but at this moment his ghost hand also grabbed the other party.

Ghost Hand has the ability to suppress a fierce ghost.

At this moment, he stepped back without hesitation and tried to pull out the things in the oil painting.

The ghost shadow at Yang Jian's feet was shaking, with amazing strength. Coupled with the suppression of the ghost hand, it actually dragged the old man in the oil painting. The old man who was originally retreating kept getting closer to the oil painting.

The area occupied by the characters is getting bigger and bigger, as if the old man is about to be pulled out.

This is OK?

The others couldn't help but jump when they saw this. Seeing this trend, they seemed to pull the evil spirit out of the oil painting.

Yang Jian suffered a loss on the fifth floor before and lost one hand, so naturally he would not suffer any further this time.

I have experience and I am prepared, so I use my ghost hand this time.

But it's about to succeed.

The old man in the oil painting actually made another move. He stretched one hand to the place outside the oil painting. After retracting it, he had an additional axe. The axe seemed to be used for chopping firewood in the countryside. The axe was red and the handle was black. There was a clear contrast in color, which was particularly eye-catching.

Captain, he wants to cut off your hand.Li Yang said hurriedly.

Yang Jian's face darkened: If you want to fight with me, then I will fight with you to the end.

He reached out and nailed the spear to the ground forcefully, let go, abandoned the supernatural weapon, then gave up the pull, and actually put it on the oil painting.

One approaches the oil painting.

Yang Jian was quickly sank into it, as if he was about to enter the painting.

Too reckless.

The messenger named Zhou Ze said in a voice: None of the messengers on the fifth floor dared to enter the oil painting. How dare he... I heard that it was easy to get lost after entering, and could not find the exit to come back, and finally he was trapped in it.

But it's too late to say all of this.

Yang Jian had already disappeared into the oil painting, and he disappeared in front of him, while Yang Jian appeared in the oil painting.

Didn't bring the weapon in?Do you think you can’t bring your weapons in oil paintings?Wang Yong whispered.

Li Yang said: Let’s not worry about this matter for now. The most important thing now is how dangerous the old man in the oil painting is?Whether support is needed, if necessary, we must also go inside the painting.

The others looked at the spear standing on the ground, and then at Yang Jian in the painting.

Let’s see the situation first and be ready to take action at any time.Wang Yong said.

Now that everyone is a group, we must be united naturally.

now.

The situation in the oil painting changed again. Yang Jian, who entered the oil painting, fought against the old man. The old man who was originally holding up his axe and preparing to chop down was actually grabbed by a tall black shadow behind Yang Jian.

The axe was unable to be cut off, but the old man was retreating.

It seems to be escaping.

No.

wrong.

Yang Jian's figure in the oil painting was also moving a little uncontrollably, as if he was about to be dragged to an unknown place by the old man.

After entering oil painting, I was at a disadvantage.Zhou Ze observed for a while and then said.

Go in and take a look.

Wang Yong said, then walked forward without saying a word, approaching the oil painting, and gradually sank into it.

Zhong Yàn, Brother Long, and Zhou Ze next to him were stunned for a moment.

Are they all so brave?

Not afraid at all?

But they knew that Wang Yong had understood the current situation outside and Yang Jian's identity and understood what he should do.

This is not courage.

Instead, it is a united front that requires unity and cooperation.

If you don’t stand up actively when encountering danger, then the final result can be imagined.

Seeing this, Li Yang did not move, and he needed to stay outside and beware of unexpected accidents.

The other messengers were joined later, not so trustworthy. He needed to be wary of it and also needed to watch out for the supernatural weapon left outside and could not be stolen.

In oil painting.

Yang Jian was in a relatively cramped room at this moment, with walls on all sides, one wall with windows on one wall, but the other wall was a painting.

The scene in the painting is actually a scene in the post office.

People in oil paintings are looking at them, and they are also looking at people in oil paintings.

This seems a bit weird.

However, Yang Jian’s attention is not on this now, but staring at the old man. This old man is not actually old, but it gives people a very strange feeling, his whole body is terrifyingly cold and terrible, and he has an unreal feeling, as if he had encountered a ghost painting.

But this old man is not as fierce as ghost paintings.

now.

The two were fighting, and Yang Jian's ghost shadow and ghost hands grabbed the old man and tried to subdue him and suppress him, but it was obvious that the suppression was not successful enough, and the old man could still move.

The old man dragged Yang Jian out of the room and walked towards a black door.

It's so powerful that it's irresistible.

But Yang Jian couldn't let go. The old man was still holding an axe in his hand. If he was hit, he didn't know what would happen.

What kind of existence is in oil painting?It's a human.Or a ghost?This thought popped up in his mind.

However, the deadlock was broken at this moment.

Wang Yong actually infiltrated from the post office and came to the world in oil paintings.

I'll help you.Wang Yong took a look at the situation and rushed up immediately.

Take away the axe from his hand.Yang Jian said immediately.

Wang Yong immediately reached out and grabbed the axe and tried to fight for it. The old man with a black and vicious face suddenly shook his arm, briefly breaking free from the ghost's shaking, and actually slashed at him.

But the next moment.

A figure of a ghost appeared in front of Wang Yong. The ghost stood in front of him, blocking the attack of the axe.

But a huge hole was torn into the body of the evil ghost, and it could not even recover.

Still dare to take action?

Yang Jian seized this opportunity, and the ghost shadow immediately cooperated with the ghost hand to grab the old man's other arm.

The suppression of the ghost hand cooperated with the dismantling of the ghost, and the old man's arm was removed like a building block.

Seeing this, the old man didn't say a word, so he turned around and ran away, quickly pushed open the black door and quickly left.

Don't chase.Yang Jian reminded.

Wang Yong did not chase him, he felt afraid because even the axe was split open. If he chased him rashly, he might be killed.

It would be great if I could remove the hand holding the axe.He then said a little regretfully.

Yang Jian said: This old guy is in the Yin people. He keeps his hands and takes the hook when fishing for me. After you appear, he has to attack you, otherwise this axe will be left for me, but I also keeps my hands and is also guarding against him.

After saying that, he touched his forehead.

Ghost eyes can be used.

Then he said: The old man’s ability to have such a scheming is enough to show that he is not a ghost.

But... it's not human either.

Then he saw that the arm in his hand was not flesh and blood, but like wood, or painted. It was not active and dead. In short, it felt very strange.