Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

However, just when Zhang Haigen wanted to drink, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something under his feet. He slipped back, and the soup bowl in his hand was instantly spilled out, impartially, right into the glass jar where the kid was stored.

"not good!"

Seeing the soup spilled on the seal of the glass jar, the old man's expression changed, and he struggled to get up.

But it was too late, the little ghost looked at the drop of crystal clear soup falling in from the gap, his eyes lit up, he opened his small mouth, and quickly crawled to the edge of the glass jar, when his body touched the thick soup, The figure quickly began to thin out, and finally disappeared in front of the three of them little by little.

Seeing this, Zhang Haigen was dumbfounded, and the old man beat his chest and stamped his feet angrily, but Zhao Ke quietly retracted his outstretched foot.

Chapter 260

The little ghost flees when it encounters water.

It's not limited to what kind of water, soup is also fine, Zhao Ke guessed that the pot of black water before was more to enhance the kid's strength in a certain aspect.

Now, the kid is running right under their noses.

The old man was naturally furious and wanted to fight, but Zhang Haigen hid quickly, the old man couldn't catch up for a while, stomped his feet angrily and cursed for a while, he just lay down on the ground, rolled back and forth, and began to swear.

Zhao Ke stood aside, with a bitter and serious expression, which made Zhang Haigen anxious and annoyed. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that someone tripped him, and he slipped right away.

But at this moment, looking at Zhao Ke's serious face, Zhang Haigen was also embarrassed to say it, and it made people feel like he was shirking responsibility if he said it sparingly.

"That brat must have returned to his master. It will be difficult to catch him next time."

Zhao Ke shook his head, heaved a long sigh, his helpless expression undoubtedly made Zhang Haigen's face blush to the tips of his ears, although Zhao Ke didn't say anything, but he clearly meant one thing, that is: "Pig teammate!"

Since the little ghost has been lost, no matter how angry the old man is, it will not help.

Zhao Ke checked the time, then lay down in the guest room, casually picked up the book that the old man gave him, and flipped through it, not to mention the detailed records.

"Causality!"

Zhao Ke looked at the last page of the book, and was specially used a brush to write down a theory of cause and effect.

A very interesting article, placed in the university, the writing is concise, the meaning is very understandable, and the theory of cause and effect is written in great detail.

Finally, at the end of the article, a ouroboros is drawn, the snake head biting its own tail, forming a circle.

"Does it mean that there is no beginning and no end, or is it the cycle of heaven?"

Zhao Ke looked at Ouroboros and couldn't help guessing. Besides, this book also recorded all kinds of strange things.

I just searched through the book, but there was no red coffin that Zhao Ke was looking for.

"It's annoying!"

Thinking of the bright red coffin, Zhao Ke felt inexplicably annoyed. He didn't know if she would find it again this time, but he hoped that he had enough postal points.

He looked at the current postage in his hand.

After killing the two postmen, his current postal points are not unreasonable, only a dozen or so points away, and will reach the level of 200 postal points, which finally makes Zhao Ke feel at ease.

For a normal postman, holding such a large amount of postage in his hand, he might wake up laughing from a dream.

The most direct way is to immediately spend the postage points and replace them with more powerful stamps to enhance their strength, or to further improve their stamp system. No matter which step they take, their abilities will skyrocket in a short period of time.

It is rare for a postman to hoard such a large sum of postal cents.

Including those so-called teams.

You know, a team, throwing away every member, consumes the postage points retained by itself, and there are not many postage points that can really be accumulated in hand.

You can often see that in the ghost market, some teams compete to the end, and rarely exceed 100 points.

It's not that they don't have postage points, but that each member's fixed postage point consumption limits their spending.

If the competitive price exceeds the bottom line of their reserve, and then bid again, every team member must be squeezed out of their own hands. Doing so is consuming the strength of their own team.

It can be seen from this that Zhao Ke has accumulated nearly 200 postal points in his hands. What a terrifying figure this is, once this postal point is digested.

In such a short period of time, it was enough to bring Zhao Ke's strength to another level.

It's just that what Zhao Ke and others are thinking at this time is completely different.

He was still thinking, whether these postal points will last long enough is still a question.

After all, I have to deal with it, but... her!

Thinking about it, Zhao Ke started to feel a little tired in a daze. Counting the time, it seems that he hasn't slept well since he entered the horror space.

Even hard-working people should feel a little sleepy at this time.

Zhao Ke himself fell asleep, but on the other side, a group of police officers knocked on the door of a room.

Zhang Chen looked at the middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life in front of him, took out a police officer from his arms and said, "Hi, we are from the XX police force. I want to know something. Can we go in and talk?"

"Please come in."

The middle-aged man opened the door and asked several police officers to come in.

It was a small room with hardly any place to stay. Zhang Chen took out the notes and asked about the landlord.

Although the middle-aged man was already prepared, when asked about the relationship between the two before, his expression was still a little sad.

Lighting a cigarette, feeling the pungent taste of the cigarette, the middle-aged man finally said, "It's been a long time..."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was a rotten affair. In a simple summary, it was the man who cheated, which led to the breakdown of the relationship between husband and wife.

Later, the man gave all the rooms on the 10th floor upstairs to the woman, and he moved down to live in this small house with his son.

There was nothing surprising about it, the two parties divorced peacefully, exactly as in the information.

"Okay! If there's anything else we need, we'll be back."

After finishing the record, Zhang Chen and a group of police officers came out. Before leaving, Zhang Chen suddenly stopped, looked back at the middle-aged man and said, "By the way, where are your children?"

"Son! Sleep in your room."

Zhang Chen nodded and left with a group of police officers.

After the door was closed, a police officer behind Zhang Chen said, "Or, we are observing."

With just one inquiry, there are no valuable clues at all, so more investigation is needed to find out the truth of the matter.

"You, you, you, you three, paste these, each corridor, each floor, separately, make sure that each floor has one left and one right."

However, at this time, Zhang Chen took out a thick stack of stickers from his briefcase.