Chapter 1: First Encounter with a Mailman (2) Human Skin Envelope Mung Bean

  "I've never been to this place!" I asked curiously while fumbling with the envelope in my hand.

  Wang Pangzi chuckled: "You go ask Lao Cong and the others, they'll know." I furrowed my brow in confusion, what was this dead fatty playing at? But after all, a higher official can crush people to death, so I could only nod and agree, then retreat.

  As soon as I stepped out, Cao Lao Cong rushed up and asked: "How is it? How is it? I guessed it right, didn't I? Is the fatty going to let you...?" The rest of his words were swallowed back hard because at this moment he had already seen the red envelope in my hand.

  "You... you accepted?" Old Cabbage Cao stuttered, this kid looks like a coward, what's the big deal about delivering a letter? I nodded, looking at the other people who came over with disdain, their expressions were very strange, from initial surprise to gradual satisfaction, perhaps because I let them escape a disaster.

  "You're finished..." Old Cang let go of my hand, shook his head and walked away. I stood alone in the empty corridor, suddenly feeling a chill wind blowing straight at me. These people were all mysterious, what was going on? But anyway, I'm not an idiot either. There must be something fishy about this matter. I pocketed that red envelope, planning to ask Old Cang for clarification tonight, but unexpectedly he came looking for me in the afternoon.

  "Little kid, everyone will send you off at the Sichuan restaurant after work tonight." Lao Cong said this as if it were a funeral notice, then walked over to me and gently patted my shoulder, leaving me bewildered.

  The work in the afternoon was relatively simple, I allocated some mail to be sent out and looked at the time, it was already five o'clock, there were still half an hour before getting off work. My heart was thinking about that letter all afternoon, finally I survived the long half an hour, after getting off work, I hurriedly rushed to the Sichuan restaurant, when I arrived, the four of them had already sat down.

  The atmosphere was very depressing, they all lowered their heads, as if they had done something wrong. The dishes hadn't been served yet, when Old Cang suddenly said: "Alright, everyone pour a glass of wine first and let's send off Xiao Luo." After finishing a glass of iced beer, Old Cang opened his mouth: "Xiao Luo, be careful tomorrow when you go to Beigou Village."

  "What's wrong?" I asked in puzzlement.

  Lao Cong and the other three exchanged a look, then got up to close the door before sitting back down: "Don't blame your brother for not warning you, Beigua Village is really a pretty eerie place. Do you know why Wang Biao had us few go deliver the message? Because no one else was willing to go, that place isn't clean!"

  "Get out, you damned crow's mouth! The gods have ascended to heaven, and yet you're still here spreading rumors and deceiving the masses." Although I spoke harshly, my heart was still a bit fluttery.

  "Do you believe it or not." Lao Cong pointed at my nose and said.

  "Xiao Luo, if you don't believe me, I'll tell you something. This thing was told to me by the last generation of postmen!" The speaker is Du Wei, this guy is also in his early twenties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking elegant and refined, occasionally reciting a few lines of poetry.

  "What? What's going on?" I asked curiously, leaning in closer to him.

  Du Wei is quite familiar with our little post office, his father used to work here too. At that time, the treatment of postal workers was pretty good, but for some reason, his father left after working at the post office for ten years and started driving a taxi. When people are unlucky, even drinking water can choke them, and sure enough, his father's taxi career only lasted half a year before he died in an accident. It is said that when Du Wei went to the hospital, his father was still conscious, tightly grasping Du Wei's hand and saying: "Son, you must never be a mailman for me."

  Du Wei at that time must have had great ambitions, and hastily nodded his head. The old man finally passed away. However, this kid really lived up to expectations, and after a series of events, he became a postman again.

  Many old people in the post office are quite familiar with Du Wei's father, so some inside stories in the post office mostly come from his mouth.

  At this time, Du Wei's eyes were bright and spirited, his breathing became somewhat urgent, then he said slowly: "Do you know why my dad stopped being a mailman after doing it for ten years?"

  "Alright, stop teasing me here, just say it." I said impatiently.

  "Uh, over a decade ago, when I was still young, my dad was working as a mailman. One day he received a letter from a place he had never heard of before. At that time, being young and vigorous, he didn't think much about it. A few days later, in the middle of the night, my dad suddenly pushed open the door to our house, his hair disheveled, his face pale. After entering the house, he locked the door tightly behind him. From then on, my dad seemed like a different person, hiding during the day and sneaking out at night, refusing to eat meat, always looking worried and depressed. Sometimes in the daytime, he would suddenly wake up from a dream, shouting 'Don't kill me! Don't kill me!' over and over again."