After stepping over the strange corpse sprawled on the stairs, Yang Jian and Li Yang seemed to pass through the dim fog shrouding the stairway and arrive somewhere unknown under the influence of some supernatural force.
They had reached the second floor of the Ghost Post Office.
It was a square-shaped corridor, old and gloomy, with several yellowed lights in the stairwell barely providing any illumination.
The walls beside them were mottled and dim, covered in many stains that looked like dried blood smeared across them. There were also strange scratches, even bizarre black drawings, seemingly left behind by someone writing on the walls with ink.
The layout of the second floor was no different from the first. The only difference was that the Ghost Post Office's lobby could no longer be seen.
"Captain Yang, we're here. This should be the second floor of the Ghost Post Office." Li Yang looked around, then noticed something behind them. "The stairs we came up on have disappeared."
Behind them was an old wall with peeling paint, covered in patches and spots.
The wooden staircase was gone.
"It seems this is a one-way road. People who enter the post office can only go up, not down. It's more or less what Wang Shan said before." Yang Jian spoke as he checked the time again.
"There are still twenty minutes before the lights go out. Let's find a room and stay there. We'll assess the situation first."
Li Yang added, "Captain, Sun Rui doesn't seem to have arrived yet."
"Did we notify him earlier?" Yang Jian asked.
"We did."
"That's enough. As the person in charge of Dahan City, he may have been delayed by something. We don't need to worry about him for now," Yang Jian said.
As he spoke.
He headed down