Mysterious Recovery

  Chapter 1041 Investigating the missing person

  The messengers on the fifth floor also missed the net. From Wang Yong, I learned that there are messengers older than him.

  You must know that he was also the fifth-floor messenger who sent two letters. His qualifications are already very old. The messengers with older qualifications refer to the group of people who arrived on the fifth floor before him.

   "Whether messengers older than you still exist is not important now. We have the final say on the fifth floor of the post office. Whether they appear or not, it will not affect the overall situation. Now the decision-making power on the fifth floor is in our hands."

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

  Others also nodded and thought it was right.

  Now they have enough numbers. Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, Long Ge, Zhong Yan, six people in total, are already an incredible messenger team.

  Even if there are any old messengers still alive, if they dare to show their heads, they will only end up being crucified to the ground like that person named Lu Sheng.

   "In that case, what is your next move, Captain?"

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

Yang Jian said: "No hurry, this matter will be delayed for a while, I have one more thing to confirm, I want to know who of you has seen Sun Rui who stayed in the lobby on the first floor? He is missing, and I want to find him. You must see people in life, and corpses in death."

   "Sun Rui? Who is Sun Rui? Is there anyone in the lobby on the first floor?" Zhou Ze was a little puzzled: "I'm sorry, I rarely come to the post office. I really don't know what happened recently."

Li Yang said: "Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City. At the beginning, I, Sun Rui and the captain of the three people broke into this place together, in order to solve the ghost post office, but Sun Rui chose to stay in the lobby on the first floor and cut off the participation of the messenger on the first floor. He has been there for a while, and the team leader and I met him when we received the letter delivery mission ten days ago. At that time, Sun Rui was still on the first floor."

   "But when we came to the post office yesterday, Sun Rui had already disappeared strangely."

   "It turns out that this is 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 just wanted to kill all the messengers on the first floor and cut off the newcomers' supplements, so that the operation of the ghost post office would stop.

   is a good method, but it is very difficult, because someone needs to clean up the messenger from the first to the fifth floor.

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

  It turned out that Yang Jian had such a meaning in killing the messenger before.

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

  No one delivers the letter, the curse of the ghost post office cannot be spread, and this place will naturally be closed forever.

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

At this time, the middle-aged woman named Zhong Yan said: "I visited the post office three days ago and met Sun Rui. At that time, there was a little conflict between us and we almost started fighting, but it was a few days ago. Now that Sun Rui is missing, I don’t have any information."

  Yang Jian immediately looked at her: "Three days ago?"

  Zhong Yan nodded: "Yes, three days ago, at that time, Sun Rui was sitting behind the big counter on the first floor. It seemed that he had been staying for a long time."

  "Any clues to provide?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

   "I want to think about it." Zhong Yan was recalling, she tried to remember what happened three days ago.

In fact, she didn’t have much contact with Sun Rui, but only briefly met on the first floor. Very few things happened. The clues she could pay attention to were also limited, but as a messenger on the fifth floor, she observed the surrounding details. It is a necessary skill.

  Zhong Yan is an ordinary middle-aged woman, but at this moment, she has restored the scene in her mind.

  Some unimportant things are excluded, she tries to leave something worthy of attention.

   "Sun Rui is sitting in front of the counter. There is an oil lamp on the counter." Zhong Yan said, "He has a bad complexion. He has a cane and a gun in his hand. It is specially made."

   "These clues are not important." Yang Jian said, "Other than that."

  Zhong Yan continued to think again, and then said, “Otherwise, there seems to be nothing suspicious to be aware of, but I looked back at him when I was upstairs, and there was an oil painting placed under Sun Rui’s feet.”

  Oil painting?

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

   "Similar to the oil painting here, but I didn't see it clearly, but that oil painting is more special, I have a slight impression." Zhong Yan 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. The specific source of this thing is still known. I only know that every once in a while, there will always be oil paintings in the ghost post office. Inexplicably, there are a few more oil paintings that I have never seen before." Wang Yong said.

   "Go to the first floor and have a look." Yang Jian said directly.

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

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

  Because there are only these two places where there are paintings, there are no other floors.

  Immediately, Yang Jian started to act. He opened the door and walked out, quickly descending the stairs along the old wooden stairs.

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

  Others followed this.

  After all, Yang Jian is the boss here, and it is better to respect his decision.

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

  The first floor of the post office has not changed much. It is still the same as the previous layout. The overhead lights are still yellow and dim, and the colorful neon lights outside the gate flicker, full of a backward style.

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

  There are portraits of people on the oil paintings. There are men and women, old people and children. The painting styles are all the same, dark and weird. Obviously, they are made by one person.

  He looked at the side of the counter again, and there were no other oil paintings dropped.

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

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

Zhong Yan was also looking at the oil paintings hanging on the walls, comparing the oil paintings I saw three days ago in his mind, and finally reached out and said, "If I didn't make a mistake in my judgment, the oil painting I saw three days ago. It should be that one."

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

The oil painting depicts an old man, about sixty or so. The figure in the painting is sitting on a chair with his face sideways and looking to the front. There is a wall behind it. There are windows on the wall, but windows. It was dark and there was no way to see the outside scene through the window.

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

   "Take down that picture." Yang Jian glanced at it and said directly.

   "Let me come." The messenger named Zhou Ze volunteered to take on the task.

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

  But the oil painting is still motionless as if it is inlaid on the wall.

   "There is a problem with this painting." Zhou Ze said immediately.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes peeped. His ghost eyes were not affected or suppressed. He didn't feel the same as when he faced ghost paintings. But at this time, he saw the painting sitting next to the window. The old man blinked strangely at this moment, and seemed to glance over here intentionally or unintentionally.

   "The person in the oil painting moved."

   "Yes, I blinked just now and turned around again, but it stopped again."

  The observation power of the messengers is not bad, they all paid attention to this detail.

   "It seems to be no different from those oil paintings on the fifth floor." Wang Yong pondered, "But it is logically impossible to take it down, unless someone makes a ghost."

   "There is a problem with the person in the painting, and it should be related to that person." The bald-headed brother named Long moved his eyes slightly and came to a conclusion.

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

this moment.

  The portrait hanging on the wall loosened and fell off.

  Zhou Ze's face was solemn, he hurriedly took it off and put it on the counter, and then quickly pulled a little away.

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

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

  Yang Jian did not speak, just stretched out the ghost hand and touched the surface of the oil painting.

  But his ghost hands actually sank slowly as if they were submerged in the water.

  The old man in the oil painting started moving again at this time. He was actually backing slowly, as if Yang Jian’s palm was about to touch him, and the old man in the painting had to retreat.

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

  Everyone stared at this scene with a particularly solemn expression.

Because the old man in the oil painting is likely to be a ghost, if Yang Jian can reach out into the oil painting, then Sun Rui should also be possible, so under this association, Sun Rui may disappear in the oil painting. .

"carefully."

Suddenly, Wang Yong reminded.

Suddenly, the face of the old man in the oil painting changed. He was no longer calm. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, covered in a black shadow, and his facial features became slightly blurred, and instantly became strange and vicious, like a hidden ghost revealing. The real face.

next moment.

  Yang Jian's body shook, he felt that the ghost hand seemed to be caught by someone, but at this moment his ghost hand also caught the opponent.

  Ghost hand has the ability to suppress a ghost.

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

  The ghost at Yang Jian’s feet shook, and his strength was amazing. Coupled with the suppression of the ghost hand, it really dragged the old man in the oil painting, and the old man who had retreated kept close to the oil painting.

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

   "This is also OK?"

  Others couldn't help but jump when they saw this. Looking at the trend, they seemed to pull Li Gui out of the oil painting alive.

  Yang Jian suffered a loss when he was on the fifth floor before, and lost a hand. Naturally, he won’t suffer any more this time.

  Be prepared with experience, so this time I used a ghost hand.

   But it seems to be successful.

The old man in the oil painting unexpectedly moved again. He stretched out a hand outside the oil painting, and when he took it back, there was an axe. The head of the axe was used for chopping wood in the countryside, and the axe was red. , The handle of the axe is black, and the color has a clear contrast, which is particularly eye-catching.

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

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

  He stretched out his hand to firmly nail the spear to the ground, and let go of his hand, abandoned the supernatural weapon, and then gave up the pull, and he took the initiative to stick to the painting.

  A close to the oil painting.

  Yang Jian was immersed in it quickly, as if he was about to enter the painting.

   "Too reckless."

The messenger named Zhou Ze suppressed his voice and said, "None of the messengers on the fifth floor dared to enter the oil painting. How dare he? I heard that after entering, it is easy to get lost and cannot find the exit to return. In the end, he was trapped alive. inside."

  But it's too late to say all this.

  Yang Jian has been submerged in the oil painting. He disappeared before his eyes, but Yang Jian appeared in the oil painting.

   "Weapons weren't brought in? Do you think that weapons can't be brought in for painting?" Wang Yong whispered.

  Li Yang said: “Don’t worry about this. The most important thing now is how dangerous is the old man in the oil painting? Do you need support, and if you need it, we will go inside the painting.”

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

  "Look at the situation first, and be ready to take action at any time." Wang Yong said.

  Now everyone is a group, so it is natural to unite.

  At this moment.

  The situation in the oil painting has changed again. Yang Jian who entered the oil painting confronted the old man. The old man who had raised his axe and was about to chop off was actually grabbed his arm by a tall black figure behind Yang Jian.

  The axe could not be cut off, but the old man was backing away.

   seems to be fleeing.

Do not.

   is wrong.

  The figure of Yang Jian in the oil painting is also moving uncontrollably, as if he is about to be dragged by the old man to an unknown place.

   "After entering the oil painting, you are at a disadvantage." Zhou Ze observed for a while, then said.

   "Go in and take a look."

  Wang Yong said, and then walked forward without a word, and got close to the oil painting, gradually sinking into it.

Zhong Yan, Long Ge, and Zhou Ze beside    were all shocked.

Are you all so brave?

  No fear at all?

  They don’t know. After Wang Yong understood the situation outside and Yang Jian’s identity, he already understood what he should do.

  This is not brave.

   is a united front, which requires unity and cooperation.

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

  Li Yang didn't move when he saw this. He needed to stay outside to guard against accidents.

  The other messengers were added later, they were not so trustworthy. He needed to beware, and he needed to watch this supernatural weapon left outside so that it could not be stolen.

  In oil painting.

  Yang Jian is in a relatively cramped room at the moment. There are walls on all four sides in the room, one wall is a window, but the other wall is a picture.

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

  The people in the oil painting are looking at them, and they are also looking at the people in the oil painting.

  This seems a little weird.

However, Yang Jian's attention is not on this, but staring at the old man. This old man is actually not old, but he feels very strange, cold and terrible, and has an unreal feeling, as if he had been at the beginning. Encountered a ghost painting.

  It’s just that this old man is not as fierce as a ghost painting.

  At this moment.

  The two were confronting each other. Yang Jian’s ghost and ghost grabbed the old man and tried to subdue and suppress him, but it was clear 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.

  The strength is so great that it is irresistible.

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

  "What kind of existence is in the oil painting? Is it a human. Or a ghost?" This thought came to his mind.

  However, the deadlock was broken at the moment.

  Wang Yong actually penetrated in from the post office and came to the world in this oil painting.

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

  "Taking the axe from his hand." Yang Jian said immediately.

  Wang Yong immediately reached out and grabbed the axe, fighting for the corpse, the old man with black and stern face suddenly shook his arm, and briefly broke free from the shackles of the ghost and struck him.

  But the next moment.

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

  But a huge hole was torn open in that Li ghost's body, and he couldn't even recover.

  "Do you still dare to do it?"

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

  The suppression of the ghost hand cooperates with the disassembly of the ghost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The old man’s arm was removed like a building block.

  The old man didn't say a word, he turned around and ran, quickly pushed open the black door and then quickly moved away.

  "Don't chase." Yang Jian exhorted.

  Wang Yong didn't chase him, he was jealous, because the axe even split his own ghost, and if he chased him rashly, he might be counter-killed.

   "It would be great if I could remove the hand holding the axe." He then said with some regret.

Yang Jian said, "This old thing is in the yin man. He left his hand and caught me. After you appeared, he had to attack you. Otherwise, the axe would be left to me, but I also kept my hand and I was also defending. he."

  After speaking, he touched his forehead.

  Ghost eyes can be used.

   Then he said again: "This old man's 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, it looked like wood, and it looked like it was painted. It was inactive and lifeless. In short, it felt strange.

  (End of this chapter)