Yang Jian was startled by Sun Rui's information—could the Ghost Post Office be spiraling out of control?
Although he had theorized this possibility before, the Post Office had operated for at least several decades. For it to suddenly lose control seemed implausible.
No.
Perhaps the loss of control had already begun, not now, but over six months ago when that elderly man from the Republic of China Period fell from the Ghost Post Office and died.
"What makes you so certain the Ghost Post Office has lost control?" Yang Jian looked at Sun Rui, hoping to glean some critical details.
