“Then how do I know what the letter I need to deliver is about?”
Wei Ying replied very actively, “Letters generally appear in three places!”
“The letters appearing in the three places will also be different; they will appear by the bedside, on the room door, and at the counter.”
“The one by the bedside is a personal mission, the one on the room door is a mission for everyone in this room, and as for the letter at the counter, I don’t know, because I’ve only heard rumors about it.”
Wan Hao nodded upon hearing this.
He guessed that the difference in these three delivery methods must correspond to different levels of danger; otherwise, there wouldn't be a distinction between individual and group tasks.
‘As for that letter at the counter... will it be a mission for everyone on the entire floor?’
Wan Hao had some speculation about this, but without seeing it, he wasn't sure.
“When do the letters appear?”
“At six in the morning when the lights go out.”
“What?” Wan Hao was startled. In his view, light could help defend against Malevolent Ghost attacks, so wouldn't lights out mean encountering a Malevolent Ghost attack?
Seeing Wan Hao’s confusion, Wei Ying continued to explain.
“The Post Office turns off the lights at six in the evening, at which time everyone needs to hide in their rooms to avoid the Malevolent Ghosts wandering in the lobby. But at six in the morning, the room lights go out, and the letters appear. However, Malevolent Ghosts do not appear during the day.”
Wan Hao nodded silently to show he understood, but his mind was already starting to speculate again.
‘Malevolent Ghosts kill regardless of day or night; this lights out must be a Rule of the Post Office. As long as there is no Malevolent Ghost attack, it should be fine.’
Wan Hao thought if he had any more questions, but Wei Ying seemed to know he still had things to ask, so she told him everything she knew.
“Also, I heard that if a Messenger refuses to deliver a letter, they will meet with misfortune, possibly being attacked by a Malevolent Ghost.”
“So, as long as we follow the Rules, there won't be any danger?”
Wei Ying thought for a moment and then added, “The delivery missions will become increasingly dangerous. Other than that, as long as you follow the Post Office’s Rules, it’s not very dangerous.”
“Thank you. You should rest now!”
After speaking, Wan Hao closed his eyes. He wasn't resting; it was because as his body relaxed, the Spiritual Power of Ghost Hand began to erode his body.
That tearing sensation, spreading from the Ghost Hand throughout his body from the inside out, was accompanied by a bone-chilling cold.
The torment from the Malevolent Ghost caused Wan Hao to break out in cold sweat constantly, and he became somewhat violent, with an urge to beat someone up.
Wei Ying looked at Wan Hao’s slightly trembling body with some fear, but she obediently lay on the bed pretending to sleep. However, perhaps because Wan Hao’s identity as a Criminal Police officer gave her a sense of security, she eventually fell asleep while pretending.
It was unclear how much time passed before the pain in his body slowly subsided.
“Ding-dong!”
Wan Hao’s phone vibrated. He took out his phone with his hand wearing the Golden Gloves; the time displayed was exactly eight o’clock.
The phone showed he had over a dozen missed calls, all from the contact labeled Jiang Hong. Just as Wan Hao was about to call back, he realized his phone had no signal.
“Is the signal blocked here?”
He then took out the Person in Charge’s Satellite Phone, which was unaffected by his Ghost Hand, but it also had no signal.
“Even the special Satellite Phone made by the Chief is blocked?”
Putting his phone away, Wan Hao closed his eyes again. This time there was no torment from the Ghost Hand Revival, but he still couldn't sleep, as if he wasn't tired at all.
The night passed without incident.
Time arrived at six o’clock.
The light in the room suddenly went out. Wan Hao opened his eyes with a premonition and checked his phone—exactly six o’clock!
At that moment, Wei Ying’s phone alarm also rang, waking her from her dream.
“It’s six o’clock already!”
Wei Ying hurriedly got up, not caring about her messy hair from sleeping, and started searching on the bedside table.
“It’s over, there’s no letter in the room. The mission difficulty has increased.”
Wei Ying appeared somewhat panicked.
At this time, Wan Hao also stood up and walked straight out, saying as he did so, “That’s normal. If what you said is correct, there are two people in the room now, so it should be at least a mission for the two of us!”
“It’s most likely on the room door.”
Wei Ying, being a student, reacted quickly and understood Wan Hao’s meaning, following him out the door.
Opening the door, Wan Hao indeed saw a letter on it—it was a yellowish-brown envelope.
“It’s not red. Is there something different about this?”
Wan Hao frowned looking at the letter that was different from his memory, but there were too few clues for him to analyze the principle behind it.
Just then, the door next to them opened—it was room number 17, the room that had the conflict with Wan Hao last night.
People from other rooms gradually came out one after another.
Seeing the people from room 17 emerge, Wan Hao paused his hand that was about to take the letter and walked directly toward that person.
Li Mingfu didn't know who Wan Hao was, but he knew what had happened next door from the noise last night. He was startled when he saw someone coming out.
“Scum, you enjoyed cursing last night, didn’t you!”
Wan Hao walked up to Li Mingfu, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and lifted him up.
Hearing this voice, Li Mingfu also reacted, realizing Wan Hao was the one who knocked on the door last night. He wasn't very afraid of being lifted up by Wan Hao.
Li Mingfu’s eyes were bloodshot; he looked mentally exhausted and dismissed Wan Hao’s young face with disdain.
“Kid, I advise you...”
Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown to the ground by Wan Hao, crashing onto the peeling and cracked floor.
Wan Hao chose not to waste words. From his experience, he knew clearly that this kind of person wouldn't listen to reason unless some of his teeth were knocked out.
The gloved fist smashed down. Li Mingfu didn't even react; just as he raised his head, he was punched back down, slamming hard onto the floor again.
When he managed to lift his head again, blood was pouring from his nose and mouth, making him look somewhat ferocious.
“You son of a bitch! You’re dead!”
Li Mingfu was furious and reached toward his waist, as if to pull something out.
How could the experienced fighter Wan Hao give him such a chance? Agitated by the torment of the Malevolent Ghost, he directly pulled out the Golden Pistol and pressed it against Li Mingfu’s forehead.
Unexpectedly, Li Mingfu wasn't scared at all and continued to shout provocatively.
“You haven’t even grown your hair out yet and you’re trying to scare people with a gun. And it’s Gold? Why don’t you get a diamond one!”
By now, he had pulled out a small box. Wan Hao didn't know what was inside, but since he took it out, it meant he thought this item could deal with him.
“Bang!”
“Ah!!!”
Wan Hao directly shot Li Mingfu in the forearm, causing him such pain that the box in his hand dropped, and the others were startled, realizing the gun in Wan Hao’s hand was real.
After all, gun control in this country is very strict, unlike abroad. The fact that Wan Hao possessed a real gun...
Everyone silently added Wan Hao to the list of people not to mess with, clearly understanding that Wan Hao’s outside identity was not simple. Wei Ying, who had just stepped out, was also startled by the gunshot and quickly retreated into her room.
Wan Hao stepped on Li Mingfu’s wound and punched him down again. This time, Li Mingfu spat out several teeth.
“It’s easy to talk big, especially when all your teeth are still in your mouth!”