Chapter 242 Arkham Post Office

The strange screams in the early morning did not disrupt people's rhythm of life, and people still started a new day's work.

Although eight o'clock in the morning is relatively early for ordinary office workers, compared to the post office, being able to go to work at eight o'clock is a blessing.

Recently, due to the arrival of the Queen, the flow of people throughout Arkham has greatly increased, followed by a 160% increase in post office business.

Not only various packages, but also a large number of letters.

Reporters reported that their families were safe, recorded relevant responses, and made many special contacts, etc.

Recently, the Arkham Post Office started working at five o'clock every morning, sorting and bagging, and then completed the delivery before seven o'clock.

Because many people are likely not at home after seven o'clock.

In an era when telephone calls could not cross cities, the importance of the post office was unquestionable.

In the past, Arkham Post Office was part of the Imperial Postal System. About ten years ago, it was separated for some reasons and contracted by private parties, and became the business of Rhodes Company.

Rhodes Company naturally attaches great importance to this very important business, so its investment in the post office is quite good.

After Lose consolidated the post office, he put almost a third of them in prison and installed a former old postman and his father's good friend: Eli Whickert as the new director.

This forty-eight-year-old old postman has served in Arkham's postal system for twenty-eight years and is now the most senior member of the entire postal system.

His hard work, dark skin and hearty smile have almost become a part of the morning scenery in Arkham City.

The underground people were naturally obedient to his appointment, but the middle-level staff and those close to the director's position were not happy.

Loss did not intervene too much on these issues because he still had sufficient information about this person.

The real situation is that Eli Whickert did not live up to Loss' promotion.

It took only five days after taking office to reshape the entire post office system, and then took half a month to carry out a major overhaul, which improved the overall work efficiency of the post office by at least 40%.

Today, there are 120 employees at Arkham Post Office, 60 of whom are responsible for related sorting and transportation logistics, and the other 60 are responsible for distribution and collection throughout the urban area and related villages.

"Director, we can't keep up with the manpower. Recently, the staff wake up at 4:30 in the morning and don't go home until 9 in the evening. It's a bit unbearable." Manager Qiao Xi, who was in charge of the delivery business, looked embarrassed.

Sitting behind the desk, Eli Whickert is a middle-aged man with a height of 1.8 meters and a lean and lean body.

His skin was browned by the sun, and the rough skin and wrinkles on his face were full of traces of wind and rain. The palm of his big hand holding the pen was covered with a layer of dry, hard and thick calluses.

After hearing what Manager Qiao Xi said, Whicker said seriously: "If we persist for four more days, we will be much less stressed when the Queen leaves. In addition, everyone's commission will be increased by 15%."

Hearing this, Qiao Xi, who had just looked embarrassed, suddenly became excited: "This...our budget..."

Whitaker showed his signature hearty smile and said, "Don't worry, go ahead."

"Yes!" Qiao Xi, who had just come in with a droopy head, immediately walked out with an excited look on his face.

With the director's approval, he could at least give an explanation to this group of stratigraphic staff.

As long as the money is in place, everything is easy!

When he walked out, Josie could even imagine the staff's facial expressions for a while.

After seeing off Manager Qiao Xi, Whitt took out a very simple pocket watch and looked down at it.

The outside of this pocket watch is made of brass with intricate carvings, which looks full of traces of time.

Opening the pocket watch, you can see a very special symbol on the inside of the watch cover.

The most important thing is that the hands of this pocket watch no longer move, and it seems to have been broken for a long time.

But when Whitaker looked down this time, he unexpectedly discovered that the pointer above, which had been unresponsive for seven years, was moving slowly.

Then the upper hour hand, minute hand, and second hand finally gathered together and pointed northwest.

This one looks more like a compass than a pocket watch.

Seeing this scene, Whickert's eyes flashed with a dark gray light, and then he stood up slowly: "Who is blaspheming the great King in Yellow?"

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"Are you sure?" In the South District of the Lowlands, which is now the church district, Barn was meeting on a bench on the street with another man with a ponytail and a big beard who looked like an artist.

Two people were feeding the pigeons in the square with their backs to each other, holding grains.

Baan nodded and asked, "What is going on?"

The artist whispered: "According to the information I received, it seems that Father God's Redemption Society released a monster some time ago, and it seems to have the ability to connect doors in different spaces."

"Father God's Redemption Society? What are they doing here?" Upon hearing this, Baan's face darkened.

As the secret claw of the military, he is very familiar with the situation in the entire superhuman world.

Those guys from God the Father's Redemption Society are considered enemies of the military.

After all, both sides need the support of the upper echelons of the empire's nobility.

The artist casually said, "I don't know, but what is certain is that they killed a lot of policemen and angered Los Arkham."

"And then?" Barn asked.

The artist tilted his head slightly and said with a smile, "Nothing happened."

"What do you mean by nothing happened..."

Before he finished speaking, Barn suddenly thought of something and his face turned extremely ugly.

"How is this possible? How long has it been? How did this place get out of control to such an extent?"

The artist said calmly, "There is a high probability that there is a god behind Los Arkham now."

"God!?" Hearing this word, Barn almost stood up out of control.

Although this is an era of technology, he who has been in this circle for many years knows very well that there are indeed gods in this world.

It's just that these gods are somewhat different from the omniscient and omnipotent gods in mythology.

Although they are different, compared with gods, humans are still insects that can be crushed to death at will.

"How is this possible? Isn't it said that... this world is no longer suitable for gods to move around?" Barlow said in a low voice.

It seemed that he was afraid that the pigeons around him would hear this news.

The artist said: "It is indeed inappropriate. The god flashed and disappeared."

"Did you see it!?" Barn asked in a low voice.

The artist said: "When I saw him... no, it should be Him. The moment I saw Him, I thought, if there are gods in this world, then they must be like this."