A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

Blood-red bullet comments suddenly flashed before Qin Taotao's eyes.

It carries an undeniable coldness and cruelty.

Simultaneously.

All players worldwide who were selected for this bizarre post office simultaneously saw this message appear before their eyes.

[Survival Guide to the Mysterious Post Office!]

[Part 1: Survive for ten days in the eerie post office!]

[Part Two: Arrival at the Balcony!]

Qin Taotao's pupils contracted slightly.

She stared intently at the two lines of text, her tense body relaxing slightly.

There is a prompt.

It's much better than being completely clueless.

however.

This relaxation didn't last long before new doubts arose.

These two tips were so brief they were almost perfunctory.

Like two blurry doors, what lies behind them—life or death, a smooth road or an abyss—is unknown.

"Survived for ten days..."

Qin Taotao murmured softly, her voice sounding particularly faint in the empty corridor.

This sounds like the most straightforward way to survive.

But she knew very well.

In the eerie dungeon, "survival" is the most difficult task.

In those news reports.

Many players thought they could survive by hiding, but in the end, they all met a tragic end under the bizarre rules.

She recalled the horrors of the previous bizarre hotel instance, where players struggled to survive even a single day, let alone ten.

Her gaze then shifted to the second prompt:

"Arrived at the balcony!"

Compared to the long and unpredictable ten days of survival, "reaching the balcony" seems more like a specific mission objective.

balcony.

It is usually the highest point of a building.

Or at least in locations exposed to the outside.

this means.

She may need to explore upwards or find a specific exit.

This aligns better with her instinctive preference for solving puzzles.

In the eerie dungeon.

Actively seeking a way to survive often offers a better chance than passively waiting for death.

Inside the Kyushu Command Center.

The chief official, military representatives, intelligence chiefs, and a group of experts were all intently watching the survival guide that was simultaneously appearing on the large screen.

"call……"

The person in charge let out a long breath, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

He clasped his hands together on the table, his sharp gaze sweeping across the screen:

"The notification is a good thing."

The military representative said in a deep voice, "That's right, at least we know two directions now."

Survive for ten days, or you'll reach the balcony.

However, both of these suggestions are too general.

The rules of bizarre dungeons are always complex; they're never this simple.

The head of the intelligence department pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming: "Indeed."

but.

For us in Kyushu, this is undoubtedly a huge advantage.

Ms. Li Yao's existence means we have unlimited room for error.

Other countries don't have this luxury.

Everyone knows the truth.

The value of this survival guide will be magnified infinitely in the hands of Kyushu.

They can wait for other players to probe and gather more information, then pass the safest route to Qin Taotao through Li Yao.

This is practically cheating.

But it was the most precious "cheating device" that Mr. Yang Jian left them.

"Now is not the time to speculate."

The chief supervisor commanded in a deep voice, "There are too few clues at the moment."

Keep a close eye on all players' movements, especially Qin Taotao's.

Report any new developments immediately!

Other countries around the world.

At this moment, everyone is engaged in heated discussions about this survival guide.

The command center of the beacon nation.

The person in charge slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Balcony?!"

Damn it, just those two words?

What kind of ridiculous message is this?!

Are you suggesting we turn the entire post office upside down?!

Survivors of Sakura Kingdom.

Looking at the prompts on the screen, his eyes were filled with confusion and despair.

They can barely survive, let alone analyze the rules of the bizarre dungeon.

One survivor said bitterly:

"Surviving for ten days...that's harder than dying."

balcony……

Where is it then?

Just how big is this post office?

The whole world.

Everyone is offering their own interpretation of this rudimentary survival guide.

Some saw hope, while others saw even greater despair.

But in any case.

Everyone knows that the real challenge has only just begun.

A bizarre world, inside the Ghost Post Office.

Qin Taotao knew this well.

These two clues alone are far from enough for her to make any effective judgment.

She needs more information.

Since Li Yao's text message told her not to worry, she had to stay calm and actively look for clues.

She took a deep breath.

Trying hard to suppress the fear in my heart, I began to cautiously explore the first floor of the Ghost Post Office.

Each step was taken very lightly.

They were afraid of making any noise that might attract unknown dangers.

This post office, built in the style of the Republic of China era, looks even more gloomy inside than from the outside.

The air was filled with a musty, stale smell.

The musty smell of ink and paper, along with an indescribable fishy odor, irritated her nasal passages.

Dim light managed to seep in through the high windows, but it wasn't enough to illuminate the entire space; instead, it stretched the surrounding shadows longer and deeper.

It was as if every shadow concealed a monster that would devour its prey.

The wooden floorboards underfoot creaked softly.

Wandering in the deathly silent corridor.

It made Qin Taotao's heart beat as if it were magnified countless times.

On the mottled wall.

Some faded posters and notices are still faintly visible, but the content is already blurred, adding to the sense of historical weight and eeriness.

She walked through several doorways.

Finally, we arrived at the central hall on the first floor.

This area is slightly more open than the corridor, but it is equally oppressive.

And what is most noteworthy is...

In the center of the hall stood a huge floor clock.

This bell has a rustic wooden casing, carved with intricate patterns, giving it a solemn and dignified appearance.

however.

What's even more chilling is that its pointer is still turning slowly and steadily.

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

The clear chimes echoed through the silent post office, as if death were counting down, or as if it were the only thing still "alive" in this eerie place.

Qin Taotao's gaze was fixed on the clock.

The clock showed 3:30 p.m., and each tick of the hands felt like a heavy hammer blow to her heart.

This bell.

It is by no means a simple decoration.

It must be related to some rule of the post office, or some strange event.

She dared not touch it easily.

I simply kept it in my heart.

She continued on her way.

I pushed open a half-closed wooden door.

Behind the door was a small room, even dimmer in light.

There was a dusty wooden table in the room, with several yellowed account books and some discarded papers scattered on it.

And among these cluttered items.

A yellowish envelope lay there quietly, looking particularly out of place.

The envelope is made of a very old material.

The edges were worn, and the envelope was not sealed properly, appearing ready to be opened at any moment.

It has no address.

There was no recipient.

It was just a blank letter, yet it was filled with an eerie atmosphere.