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.
