Rooms 501 and 502 both seemed to have problems. Yang Jian did not want to distinguish which room was dangerous and which was not, so the best approach was simply not to choose either one. They could rest in another room and, after observing for a few days and understanding the situation here, make an easy judgment.
So he and Li Yang turned around without hesitation and did not enter Room 502.
The man in Room 502, who looked to be in his early fifties, stood in the dim room and looked over. "The doors to the other rooms will not open for you, and some rooms have been arranged by messengers, making them even more dangerous. Though you do not trust me, I will still kindly give you a reminder."
"Good luck."
After saying that, the room door slammed shut with a bang, and silence returned to the surroundings.
There was no further sound from Room 501 next door, but light still flickered through the crack in its door, giving off an eerie feeling.
Yang Jian pondered over what that man had just said.
The situation on the fifth floor seemed more complicated than he had imagined.
Oil paintings covering the walls, rooms suspected of having fierce ghosts wandering inside them, doors that could not be opened. Now there was another issue: other rooms might even contain traps arranged by fifth-floor messengers. Their purpose was likely to occupy a room and ensure they always had somewhere to stay whenever they came to the post office.
If that was truly the case, Yang Jian had another issue to consider.
Perhaps there were not as few messengers on the fifth floor as he had imagined.
Only when the number of messengers exceeded the number of rooms would they need to compete