The Crazy Gambler

Returning home, Wang Ye sat on the sofa, his mind still replaying the scene from earlier.

It was as if the old man's face was deeply etched into Wang Ye's memory.

Why the hell had he never even heard of the 'Suburban Cemetery' in his previous life!

It must be at least an S-Class location, right?

Or perhaps, by the time he died in his previous life, this place hadn't even erupted yet!

Or maybe...

Even as a member of an A-Class squad in his previous life, he wasn't qualified to know this information!

He sighed softly, trying to control himself and not think about it. Wang Ye went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, feeling much more refreshed.

Returning to the living room, Wang Ye froze, speechless.

"Does it have to be so sudden?"

At some point, the mysterious wooden door had reappeared in the living room.

It seemed like just a phantom projection, but when Wang Ye touched the wooden door, he could feel its tangible presence.

Entering again, Wang Ye had ample time this time to carefully observe his surroundings.

Inside the post office, besides the front desk, there was a large storage cabinet on the left.

The cabinet was filled with various items.

Broken prayer beads, rusty nails, small bronze tripods.

And so on and so forth...

All filled with mystery.

On the right, there was also a large cabinet filled with letters.

They were exactly like the letters he had sent before.

However, his own letter only had faint traces of red bloodstains, while most of the letters in the cabinet were almost half red.

The most eye-catching were the three letters at the very top of the cabinet, completely soaked in blood, emitting a faint, dark red glow.

They seemed to exude a strange magic, drawing people in involuntarily.

Wang Ye shook his head slightly, breaking free from the peculiar sensation.

So the ones I sent before were just the simplest, most ordinary letters?

Does deeper red bloodstains mean greater difficulty?

Today's simple letter almost got me killed, and I even encountered a terrifying old man.

Then what kind of horror do the three letters at the top represent?

And what does that other mysterious item signify...

Wang Ye looked up into the distance.

A staircase stood in the dimness not far away, seemingly covered by darkness for the most part. Just a glance sent a shiver through Wang Ye's soul.

He knew that was not a place he was qualified to explore.

But this meant the post office had a second floor.

Putting the thought aside, Wang Ye looked towards the front desk where he had received his letter.

A hemp rope lay quietly on the table.

"Is this my reward?"

"Ghost Messenger Rope?"

Wang Ye muttered to himself, picking up the rope.

A special sensation washed over Wang Ye. The rope was cold, seemingly carrying a chilling aura.

But this aura didn't harm Wang Ye; instead, it subtly surrounded him, making him exude a unique temperament.

Beside the rope, there was still the familiar slip of paper.

"Ghost Messenger Rope: Can bind ghosts."

"Next letter, collect in 7 days."

These two short sentences answered all of Wang Ye's questions.

So, I need to come here to collect the next letter in seven days?

Wang Ye fell into thought. This mysterious post office's current situation was unknown, but after putting in corresponding effort, he would receive generous rewards.

It's equivalent to...

Me being like a delivery person, or a postman?

Today's letter, at least from what I can see now, seems to have suppressed the crisis at Grave No. 3.

Was it to suppress the ghost inside?

What is the purpose of this post office, is it simply to maintain peace?

At least there are no downsides for now.

Wang Ye analyzed calmly and then retreated from the area with the rope.

No matter what, the situation was developing in a positive direction. It seemed his second chance at life could be even more exciting, couldn't it?

Looking at the rope in his hand, a smile touched Wang Ye's lips.

Although the post office's description of the rope was simple, Wang Ye knew that any supernatural item was terrifying. As long as it was used well, it could produce unexpected effects.

Moreover...

Being able to restrain ghosts without using gold was practically monstrous in supernatural events.

He had to remember that in his previous life, his entire A-Class squad only possessed one incomplete supernatural item.

While the missions were dangerous, the rewards were equally generous.

Wang Ye felt this suited his own severe gambler's mentality perfectly.

Perhaps the ability he couldn't awaken in his past life could be realized in this one.

Life was gradually becoming...

Interesting.

Wang Ye collapsed onto his bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In his past life...

He had another nickname...

The Crazy Gambler.

Crimson Hunt Squad.

"Zhang Kai, are you sure he's just an ordinary person?"

The middle-aged man with fleshy wings on his ribs asked Zhang Kai with a serious expression.

"Yes, and he seems very familiar with supernatural situations."

Zhang Kai slowly said as he pondered Wang Ye's actions from earlier in the day. "Also, he gave me a feeling."

"What feeling?" the middle-aged man asked.

"He's too indifferent to life, both his own and others'."

Thinking about how Wang Ye had unhesitatingly stepped onto the suspected illusion, only to scout ahead for him, and his similar action in the fourth-floor corridor, Zhang Kai felt a chill.

While he could also make sacrifices for a mission, he knew for sure he couldn't do it so calmly.

"It's like..."

Zhang Kai seemed to be searching for a word.

"Like what?" the middle-aged man pressed.

Zhang Kai's brow furrowed. After a long moment, his eyes lit up. "A gambler, yes, a gambler!"

"At the stairwell, he gambled that it was just a beginner ghost that couldn't alter the terrain."

"In the fourth-floor corridor, he gambled that only when water droplets landed on the skin would the ghost's killing pattern be triggered!"

"It's pure gambling behavior!"

Zhang Kai stated with certainty!

As long as it wasn't a situation with a guaranteed loss, that student-like person seemed to dare to gamble!

And without hesitation!

"Is that so..."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, lost in thought.

After a long pause, the middle-aged man gave an order, "Investigate that student's background, and report the situation to the Heavenly Group."

"Report to the Heavenly Group..."

Zhang Kai hesitated.

The middle-aged man smiled. "No matter how talented he is, he's still just an ordinary person."

"It's better to send his information to the Heavenly Group, perhaps we can even earn some points."

Zhang Kai nodded blankly.

Finally, this familiar feeling.

No need to think, just follow orders.

This damned sense of security.

"However, you need to awaken your second part as soon as possible. Otherwise, with your current condition, your bodily functions will mostly decay within two months."

The middle-aged man patted Zhang Kai's shoulder, speaking with a hint of seriousness.