Night had fallen, and the moment of immediate crisis had passed.
The ghosts that loitered inside the post office hadn't shown up again after their failed attack—an encouraging sign. At least they weren't constantly watching them; otherwise, the cost would have been much more than a single attempt.
Three people sat on the sofa in Room No. 7, each deep in thought.
Wang Shan, an ordinary person, didn't dare to join in on such a topic and remained silent in the room.
"To imprison this ghost is very difficult. First, we can't possibly go out after six in the evening. No one can be sure whether this will trigger the deadly rule of lights out; it's quite possible that the moment we step outside, we could be dead. Therefore, we can't take that risk," Yang Jian answered Sun Rui's earlier question.
"Since we can't go out at night, we can only act during the day when the lights inside the post office are on, using this rule to avoid death by the lights being turned off."
