Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Give it to the three companions behind, let them go from top to bottom respectively, don't let go of every floor.

A few police officers looked at it, and it was a reward flyer. Whoever can provide clues, once the case is solved, will definitely get a reward. By the way, another thing to mention is that this is not tax-paid.

But after seeing the amount of the reward offered, a police officer couldn't help curling his lips and said, "It's only 8000 yuan, what is it enough for? It's too deductive in the bureau."

"Go, go, paste it as I said, there must be no omissions on each layer, and the upper layer still needs to be checked."

When Zhang Chen said this, he didn't forget to put a sticker on the corner of the stairs.

Immediately, he took the two companions beside him and planned to go upstairs to check the crime scene again to see if he could find any clues.

After Zhang Chen and the others separated, not long after, the elevator door opened.

Wang Peng, with a square face in Chinese characters, walked out of the elevator with Shen Kun and Zheng Hu, looking around from left to right.

"Is this the floor?"

Zheng Hu took out the information from the stamp album and compared it, nodded and said: "That's right, it's this floor, go left, the third room is there."

Wang Peng nodded, his expression became serious: "Remember, go in directly later, don't care if they are ordinary people or not, kill them first, don't hold back!"

"Don't worry! We won't feel sorry for postage points."

Shen Kun and Zheng Hu nodded heavily, followed behind Zheng Hu, and walked to the door of the room on the left.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A middle-aged man's questioning sound came from inside the room, and at the same time he reached out his hand to open the door, but the moment his hand touched the handle of the door.

Standing at the door, Wang Peng's eyes flashed, a sharp knife appeared in his hand, and he stabbed across the door.

"kill!"

Accompanied by a scream and the sound of breaking the door, a strong smell of blood gradually permeated the corridor.

"Boom..."

A thunderstorm covered the entire sky.

Zhao Ke was lying on the bed with a book in one hand, suddenly!Accompanied by the sound of a thunderbolt, Zhao Ke's eyes suddenly opened, a savage light flickered in them, and he sat up from the bed with a jerk.

Looking back at the window outside, it is said that although it is night, there will be at least some lights.

But at this time, there was nothing in the dark outside, as if it was completely plunged into darkness, only a thunderbolt from time to time cut the night into day for a moment.

Faintly, Zhao Ke seemed to see a vague shadow outside the window.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help standing up and looking out through the window.

"Rumble..."

The thunder was getting louder and louder, and the sky had begun to rain heavily.

Taking advantage of the momentary daylight of the thunder, Zhao Ke took a closer look and saw another building appeared in front of him.

As I said before, this old-fashioned tube building is surrounded by newly built buildings. It is not surprising that there is a building outside the window.

But what makes Zhao Ke feel strange is that the appearance of this building is exactly the same as the building where Zhao Ke lives.

When Zhao Ke looked out through the window, his pupils suddenly tightened.

He saw the opposite room on the same floor as him, through the glass, a face staring at Zhao Ke with the same surprise.

What is even more frightening is... that face is exactly the same as that of Zhao Ke.

Chapter 261 The Image of Death

A face exactly like Zhao Ke's was staring at Zhao Ke's eyes.

Their looks, eyes, and even every strand of hair are surprisingly consistent.

Zhao Ke touched his face, and found that his other self was acting exactly the same, as if there was a mirror in front of him?

"Insight!"

Zhao Ke opened the golden pupil of his left eye, trying to see clearly, but after staring at the other party, Zhao Ke was taken aback, it was really him?

"Mirror?"

This scene is unbelievable, as if there is a huge mirror in front of you?

Seeing this, Zhao Ke suddenly turned around and opened the door. There was no one in the living room. Zhao Ke frowned after looking at the other rooms.

In the empty room, the old Taoist disappeared, and Zhang Haigen also disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"Great!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Zhao Ke silently gave a thumbs up.

Originally, I thought about sitting on the Diaoyutai and letting the avatar run around instead of myself.

But I didn't expect that the opponent's ability had reached such an unbelievable level.

But with such a huge scope, Zhao Ke didn't believe that he didn't pay a price, otherwise it would be a bit too perverted.

Pushing open the door, the empty corridor became completely dead silent, the only sound, apart from the buzzing sound at the moment when Zhao Ke opened the door, was the roaring sound from the sky from time to time.

Zhao Ke poked his head out through the window on the other side of the corridor to look out.

The huge world in front of me has been covered by layers of buildings. Whether it is left or right, or up and down, the moment Zhao Ke sticks his head out, he sees the building outside. There will also be a Zhao Ke sticking his head out of the window, looking around. looking around.

This even gave Zhao Ke an illusion that he didn't know whether he was himself or not, or in other words, one of the heads poking out of a certain window might be himself.

Immediately, Zhao Ke shook his head, ending this boring fantasy.

But he undoubtedly became more interested in this postman.

"I don't know what's going on with the avatar?"

With a thought, Zhao Ke could sense that his avatar was constantly running forward, as if avoiding something, but the strange thing was that in the past, he could clearly sense the avatar's movements, and even the surrounding environment of the avatar.

But now, there seems to be a layer of film between the two, so that Zhao Ke's control over the clone is suppressed to the minimum.

Feeling the approximate location of the avatar, Zhao Ke took a deep breath, stepped towards the direction of the avatar, and planned to see what happened there.

But just when Zhao Ke was about to make a move, Zhao Ke subconsciously glanced out of the window from the corner of his eye, and at that moment, a cold chill suddenly appeared on Zhao Ke's back.