Chapter 60: Messenger Team Reorganization
After a long time of running, Bald Head was somewhat fatigued, but it also made his drunkenness recede quite a bit.
From the moment he stepped onto that strange path, an inexplicable fear made him unable to observe his surroundings, and he didn’t know where he was now.
“Damn it, I shouldn’t have drunk so much with those turtle grandsons.” Bald Head was somewhat out of breath, looking at the people around him like he shivered.
Indifferent eyes cast out from the painting, that gaze no different from sizing up a dead person.
In a place like the post office, reckless people don’t last long.
Bald Head didn’t dare to look at those eerie portraits anymore, and instead walked toward Zhang Qian, “Hey, why aren’t you talking? What is this place? Who are you?”
“The signboard at the door says it very clearly. If you can read, you’ll know this place is called Ghost Post Office.” Zhang Qian didn’t turn his head, pointing to the deep corridor beside him, “Now you can go check if there’s anyone in those rooms. If there is, they will explain other things to you.”
With that said, Zhang Qian began communicating with the painting on his own.
His arrogant demeanor annoyed Bald Head somewhat, and the alcohol surged up all at once.
Ignoring the eerie environment around him, Bald Head raised his hand to grab Zhang Qian’s shoulder, “Fuck, I’m asking you a question and you’re beating around the bush. Do you want to get beat?”
“Ka.”
A crisp metallic sound came from the gun being chambered, the icy cold barrel of the Golden Desert Eagle pressed against Bald Head’s head.
Bald Head felt a moment of tension, then angrily said: “Are you an idiot? Pointing a broken toy gun to scare…”
“Bang!”
Wisps of blue smoke drifted from the gun muzzle, a scorching hot bullet grazed Bald Head’s shiny scalp and flew out, disappearing into the darkness outside the Ghost Post Office.
The massive gunshot stunned Bald Head’s head, his arrogant expression instantly frozen on his face.
The scalding bullet casing clinked to the ground, breaking the silence in the front hall.
A warm stream flowed down Bald Head’s tight pants, “Ah?”
“Get in or get out, otherwise the next shot will blow your dog head off.” Zhang Qian’s voice was icy cold, the still-warm gun muzzle warningly tapped Bald Head’s forehead.
Although Bald Head was the so-called gang big brother, he usually just drank a little and danced; where had he ever seen a scene like this?
Even when brothers fought, they rarely threw punches, mostly just trash-talking. He never imagined someone could actually pull out a real gun.
He stumbled into the corridor, accidentally falling flat on his face, then immediately struggled to get up.
Helplessly, his numb legs had no strength; he kicked twice but couldn’t stand, wailing in a sobbing tone, “Big Brother, don’t kill me, I won’t run, I’ll do anything!”
But his actions were quick; he scrambled away and soon disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
Not a bad effect…
Zhang Qian blew on the nonexistent gun smoke, satisfied as he holstered the gun at his waist.
If a fierce ghost really made a move, it would be either death or injury; the nerve-thick ones might even think it was just an illusion.
In comparison, the gun was more intimidating; at least once the trigger was pulled, even an idiot would know to speak calmly.
But when Zhang Qian turned his head, he was somewhat stunned, “Where’s the person?”
Less than half a minute had passed, yet the youth in the painting had already vanished.
The room in the painting showed no change, but that door had somehow been opened, as if someone had just left from here.
“That youth communicated with me for so long, the longing he showed didn’t seem fake. Under these premises, he definitely wouldn’t give up on me as a lifeline, so someone kidnapped him?”
Zhang Qian looked at the empty fields outside the door, an abstract moon half-hanging in the night sky, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
The winding path disappeared into the grass, leading to who knows where.
The people in the surrounding paintings still had hollow and numb eyes, completely unaware of the disturbance here.
“Someone interrupted my communication with the youth; he wanted to stop me from probing the truth about these people in the paintings? Luo Wensong? No, Luo Wensong wouldn’t stoop to or need such petty tricks…”
Zhang Qian quickly dismissed his guess, coming up with a bolder idea.
“There’s a hidden mysterious person inside the post office who doesn’t want to expose his existence, but the youth’s or my certain actions threatened him.”
And the message the youth wanted to convey at the end was that the person in the painting was actually just one clone of the main body.
One locked in the painting, so where did the other go?
Perhaps already escaped the post office, and that opportunity was in the delivery mission on the fifth floor.
So the youth thought he both belonged to the fifth floor and didn’t belong to the fifth floor.
And that mysterious person might be such an existence? To avoid his secret being exposed, he chose to kidnap the youth.
“But what’s the point of doing this… I just want to hear the story, I won’t do anything to them.”
Sigh, can’t everyone just sit down and talk it out properly?
If you don’t like the look of someone, just fight it out; why be so timid?
Since he couldn’t figure it out, he wouldn’t think about it.
The delivery mission was about to begin, and Zhang Qian was very curious who—or rather, which ghost—would be the recipient.
After walking a stretch on the creaking wooden boards, a U-shaped courtyard appeared at the end of the corridor.
Several mottled doors were neatly arranged, with the door of room “13” slightly ajar.
Pushing the door open, there were familiar faces and new faces.
The familiar one was naturally Wang Shang, but now he looked much more steady, with slightly heavy bags under his eyes giving him a somewhat gloomy feeling.
The other three should be newcomers joining for the first time: Bald Head whom he’d just met, a thin youth huddled in the corner with his head down, and a girl curled up on the sofa catching a nap?
As for previous teammates, Gao Yong died in the tattoo parlor, Xu Shaowen should have advanced to the second floor, and that woman didn’t come for some reason.
“Big Brother, you’re here.” Wang Shang saw Zhang Qian, a glint flashing in his eyes.
“How’s it going? Have you explained the Ghost Post Office situation to this batch of newcomers?”
“We’re still waiting for you.”
“Then let’s do self-introductions first, at least get to know each other’s names.” Zhang Qian set an example, “I’m Zhang Qian.”
“Wang Shang.”
“Brother Hu.” After Bald Head said it, he felt his name was ambiguous, then corrected himself, “No, just call me Little Hu.”
The room fell silent; the girl pretending to sleep opened her eyes and found everyone looking at her, “…Jiang Dan.”
Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, then nodded, “Big change; we’ll discuss it when there’s time.”
This before-and-after difference was more outrageous than plastic surgery; he didn’t know what supernatural power caused it.
Could there be a beauty ghost? Wonder if it looked good itself.
Although Zhang Qian was just curious about fierce ghosts, those words sounded off to Jiang Dan’s ears; she could only wrap her jacket tighter and sigh inwardly.
Hopefully this Zhang Qian’s life was tough enough.
