Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 82 Special Department, Ghost Sparrow
Is the mailing address that Li Yan mentioned right in front of me?

Yan Ming was indeed surprised upon hearing this, as he had not expected that the address was located in a city outside the Wangcheng evacuation point.

Is it by chance?

"Go and see."

Yan Ming didn't hesitate much. Since it happened to be nearby, he thought he could go and check the situation himself.

Just as he had thought, it didn't matter if the initial basic theories of the Ghost Realm were spread out, but the more advanced theories needed to be handed over to more reliable people.

"Teacher Zhao? Your hand..."

At this moment, He Lian noticed the change in Zhao Yunyao's hand, and her expression immediately became somewhat strange.

"After you left, we encountered someone with the ability to fish. It took us some effort to kill him, and Zhao Yunyao's hand has become somewhat mutated as a result. We don't know yet whether it's a good thing or a bad thing."

Yan Ming briefly explained what had just happened.

"A fishing ghost?" Lu Mingzhe was surprised that in just half an hour since they left, Yan Ming and his companion had already been attacked by a ghost and even managed to kill it.

"Yes, don't worry, I feel pretty good."

Zhao Yunyao picked up the conversation, discreetly slipping her right hand into her pocket, and continued, "Shall we go over now?"

"Hmm." Yan Ming nodded, then touched his pocket, where his phone was always kept.

I charged my phone at the hospital a couple of days ago, and haven't used it much since, so the battery is still full and it shows a full signal.

It's still a mobile operator.

This indicates that he has returned to the real world, and is not still in the City of Illusions.

However, upon seeing the time on his phone, Yan Ming also noticed a timer in the notes app.

The timer was presented in "blood" and was constantly counting down.

42: 23.

Forty-two hours left?

Yan Ming thought for a moment and asked Lu Mingzhe next to him, "When did you start school?"

"We get a day and a half off every two weeks, and school starts at 5 pm on Sundays. What's wrong with that?"

Lu Mingzhe asked in return, somewhat curiously.

Yan Ming frowned slightly, and began to calculate in his mind.

Previously, when he was at Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School, it was a Thursday, around 10 p.m., when he left Wangcheng from the evacuation point.

School starts at 5 PM on Sundays...

So, this countdown timer fits perfectly.

The countdown ended at exactly 5 PM on Sunday afternoon in Wangcheng, the day when students of Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School were supposed to go to school.

It was also time for Yan Ming and the others to go back.

They are currently on a short holiday, but they have not completely escaped Wangcheng's control.

“We have about 42 hours left.” Yan Ming waved the countdown on his phone. “After the countdown ends, we’ll return to Wangcheng No. 1 High School. Then we’ll have to find a way to leave Wangcheng No. 1 High School completely.”

"Ah."

Lu Mingzhe and the other two nodded in unison, their attitudes resolute. Zhao Yunyao had been imprisoned in the dormitory building for over twenty years, and Lu Mingzhe and He Lian had been constantly searching for a way to escape Wangcheng No. 1 High School. After seeing the world outside Wangcheng, their desire to "escape" the city reached its peak.

"That address is inside the post office, and it feels like some special department within the office, probably disguised as such. There isn't a separate office there."

Lu Mingzhe shared his previous observations with Yan Ming.

"The post office? Li Yan also told me to just send the letter directly, so it seems that the special department he mentioned is closely related to the post office."

Yan Ming nodded; he could make some inferences from this.

The post office is closely related to logistics; it's no exaggeration to say it's the lifeline of the entire country. There might be a specific reason why such a special department is hidden within the post office.

such as……

Is there a certain ghostly object possessed by someone that happens to be related to "logistics"?
The more clues you have, the more effective this ghost can be.

Just like the spying ghost that Yan Ming controls, what if he were given the management of the city's entire surveillance system, "Skynet"...

It can absolutely maximize the ability to "peep on all evil spirits," and the feeling of having complete control is unimaginable how exhilarating it would be.

It was a bright sunny day, and Yan Ming followed Lu Mingzhe along the shortest route, passing a vegetable market.

It's almost time for the vegetable market to close, but the food street next to it is in full swing.

The food street was bustling with people, the smell of cooking oil mixed with shouts, and a spicy and flavorful powder spread out, constantly stimulating the taste buds of Yan Ming and the others.

The squid sizzled on the hot plate, and the owner kept turning it over with a spatula, occasionally squeezing it hard, making the hot plate make a "hissing" sound.

Yan Ming noticed the longing in the eyes of the three people beside him, and immediately took out his phone to pay for four individually packaged grilled squid.

"Don't you have this kind of thing where you live?" he asked the three people next to him as he paid the money and stood in front of the iron plate.

Zhao Yunyao shook her head: "Our city is not by the sea, so we don't have this kind of thing, and the variety of food streets here is not as great as here."

Hearing her words, the owner replied while grilling the squid, "Beautiful lady, you must eat more. My cooking skills are top-notch. The squid are all brought from the docks up ahead, fresh and large!"

"Okay." Zhao Yunyao nodded with a smile, her eyes shining brightly in the steaming aroma of the wok.

Yan Ming turned to look at Lu Mingzhe and He Lian beside him and found that they had the same expression. The simple and ordinary snack street in front of them could make them feel infinitely happy.

He smiled, a rare occurrence, because he realized that he was the same way; he hadn't enjoyed a normal ordinary citizen's life for six months.

For him, this bite of tender, slightly spicy grilled squid was a heavenly delight.

Carrying grilled squid, Yan Ming and his group passed by a sweet potato roasting oven, a fryer for stinky tofu, an old-fashioned industrial saccharin milk tea stall, and a nine-compartment hot pot stall...

It was said to be the shortest route, but it took them a very long time to complete.

At this moment, Yan Ming was not in a hurry to rush to the next destination. He could feel that his mind had been tense for too long in the past two days, and it would be fine to stop and rest here for a while.

Anyway, there are still about 42 hours left, which is still quite a lot of time.

After strolling through the bustling food street for a while, Yan Ming felt his weary soul healed and was filled with fighting spirit for all the tasks to come.

Fifteen minutes later, the four of them stood at the entrance of the post office.

"Hello, my code name is 'Ghost Sparrow,' you can also call me Mr. Jiang. If you have any letters or items that you would like me to deliver, just hand them over to me now."

At this moment, a tall man in a casual suit walked up to Yan Ming and the others from the side door, bathed in sunlight.

He smiled with narrowed eyes, facing Yan Ming: "Of course, if possible, I suggest we discuss the next steps in person."

(End of this chapter)