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- Feng Bujue has a lot of problems
¡°For example, why did he walk all the way from the entrance of the town to here without seeing even a single person? Another example, why are all the shops in the town closed? Also, what¡¯s up with that ¡°invisible bike¡± on the road? Could that be the so-called "ghost postman"?
In addition to the above, there are also the identity of the mysterious figure, the reason why the bridge broke, etc
There are many mysteries surrounding this town, but none of them have been solved yet, and there are no clues.
"Uh I really want to ask" Feng Bujue thought about it for a few seconds and then replied, "Why"
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Just when he was about to ask a question, three knocks on the door interrupted him.
"AhI almost forgot." Nelson raised his eyebrows and said to Feng Bujue, "Besides you, I also made an appointment with another person for an interview today." After saying this, he immediately raised his voice. He shouted in the direction of the door, "Please come in."
A few seconds later, the person outside the door turned the doorknob and pushed in.
Feng Bujue also turned his head and looked at the door, only to see a short man came in, he looked about thirty-five years old. He has curly brown hair and shrewd blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit, his shoes were polished, and he had a felt hat on his head. Obviously this interviewer is much more elegant than Dave in terms of clothing.
"WellHello, sir, I'm here to meet"
Bang - click.
He only said half a sentence before he was shot in the head with a double-barreled shotgun.
Large areas of blood and brain paste were smeared on the walls of the corridor, and the body fell toward the door.
"Wo~de~Fake?" Feng Bujue immediately cursed in his heart, firstly because it happened inexplicably and suddenly. The second reason is that the gunshot just made him temporarily deaf in his right ear.
"You! You're late! You're here!" After Director Nelson finished killing the person, he yelled at the body of the deceased a few meters away, "Asshole!"
"It turns out that this kind of thing would happen if you were really late" Brother Jue turned his head back silently, looked at Nelson, and thought to himself. "When and where did this guy take out the gun"
"Sorry, I hate unpunctual people, you know." After Nelson killed the people and yelled at the corpses, he put down the gun as if nothing had happened and put it behind the chair.
It was only then that Brother Jue realizedthe gun had been hidden behind Nelson's chair all along, easily accessible
"Ah~where did we talk?" Nelson sat down again. He straightened the collar of his suit and said, "Oh, by the way, have I told you that I hate the kind of guy who asks questions and likes to inquire about things?"
"Hehehehe" At this moment, Feng Bujue adjusted his facial muscles and successfully showed a retarded smile. "Director, it's getting late. I'm going to deliver the letter." He put the things on the table on the table. Sweeping it from his arms, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Nelson suddenly called Brother Jue again.
Feng Bujue was breaking out in cold sweat, and he tensed up. Slowly turned his head: "Is there anything else"
"Of course." Nelson said, taking out a card from the inner pocket of his suit, and then picked up the pen on the table. He wrote something on it, and then stamped it, "You have to get this temporary work permit, otherwise the townspeople will reject the letter you send."
"Yeahunderstood" Brother Jue breathed a sigh of relief, walked back to the table, and took the card from the other party.
¡¾Name: Temporary Work Permit of Otaku Town Post Office¡¿
¡¾Type: plot related¡¿
¡¾Quality: Ordinary¡¿
¡¾Function: Prove your identity as a "postman"¡¿
¡¾Can the script be brought out: No¡¿
¡¾Note: This card is only valid for twenty-four hours. ¡¿
"If you accidentally lose your ID, you can come back to me and sign another one for you." Nelson said, "But this is the only one that is free. Do you understand?"
"I understand completely." Feng Bujue nodded.
"Okay, then I wish you good luck, Mr. Dave." After Nelson said this, he lowered his head and began to process some paper documents that were originally spread out on the table.
?Obviously, this plot has come to an end.
Feng Bujue put away his things and ran out immediately. But before going out, he didn't forget to be carefulEye - closed the door.
After closing the door, Brother Jue rushed towards the head-shot corpse without saying a word
(At this moment, if what comes to your mind is the phrase "take it while it's hot", please consult a psychiatrist, or call the police and surrender.)
"This guy is a grown man who goes out without a wallet?" Feng Bujue used an unusually skillful technique to rummage through the other person's pockets, and then complained, "(Two and a Half Men) A fictional character who is very poor for various reasons, and becomes stingy because of poverty, and gradually loses his moral integrity. In order not to pay the bill, he will basically deliberately not bring his wallet when he goes out for appointments.)?"
In the end, he only found three things on the other party: a shaker full of salt (looked like it was stolen from a restaurant), a $5 bill, and a wooden stick with only a short length left. Making pencils.
"In a sense I kind of sympathize with this guy" Feng Bujue stood up and muttered after searching the body, "You can't tell from his appearance that he is that poor" He packed a few things into himself In his pocket, he glanced at the bloodstained and a little burnt felt hat on the ground, "Oh let's forget it"
That hat looks really good. It must be more expensive than the rest of this man's belongings combined. It should be something he uses to prop up his appearance. Unfortunatelyit's worthless now.
"Hmm I couldn't find anything that could prove his identity" Feng Bujue was walking in the corridor, thinking, "It's impossible to confirm whether he is a resident of this town or an outsider" He walked down the stairs. , quickly returned to the lobby on the first floor of the post office, "If he is not a citizen of Otaku Town, then the question is the bridge has been broken, how did he get in?" His thoughts unfolded like a spider web. , constantly deducing various possibilities, "Excluding low-probability hypotheses such as skydiving, there are probably two situations One. There is actually more than one path connecting this town to the outside world. Second, he entered the town earlier than me. , but for some reasonit was ten minutes late."
While thinking, he had found the exit leading to the back door of the post office and walked over.
"The figure who reminded me earlier said that if the bridge is broken, there will be no way out" He continued to think. "Let's assume that she is telling the truth. Then let's speculate based on the second situation how did the man in the felt hat (Brother Jue gave him a codename so casually) come to Otaku Town? ? How long ago did he come here? If he also drove in from the bridge this morning and came earlier than me, then I would have seen his car all the way even if I didn't see his person, I should have seen his car. yes¡¡"
When I think of this. Brother Jue has walked out of the back door of the post office.
The entire backyard of this post office is a huge bicycle shed. At this moment, there was only one bicycle parked in the shed.
"If we take all the options on this line of reasoning and choose the option with a higher probability, that is the man in the felt hat is not a resident of this town, did not enter the town from other entrances, and did not come this morning" Feng Bujue came. When he arrived at the bicycle, he was still mumbling, "Conclusion He came to town yesterday, or at an earlier time, to prepare for today's interview. But this morning, he encountered something Causing him to be a few minutes late."
"Huh" He opened the bicycle lock and breathed into the sky, "Maybe he stayed in the hotel last night. When I got up this morning, I found that my wallet was missing. I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it And his car The key was also in his wallet Seeing that time was running out, he could only run over, but in the end he was still late."
After coming to this seemingly reasonable inference, he stopped thinking about the clue of the man in the felt hat, and left a message in his mind palace - "If conditions permit. Go to the hotel to investigate, maybe we can Get clues to the other person¡¯s identity, or a functioning car.¡±
Finished these. Brother Jue's attention shifted to a few items in his hand.
First, the thirteen letters
¡¾Name: Letter sent to Otaku Town¡¿
¡¾Type: plot related¡¿
¡¾Quality: Ordinary¡¿
¡¾Function: Unknown¡¿
¡¾Can the script be brought out: No¡¿
¡¾Note: Most of the information on this envelope has been blurred. And there was no stamp on the letter. The only thing identifiable was the recipient's address: 3 First Street, Otaku Township, Maine. ¡¿
This explanation comes from the top letter of the stack of letters. The description content of the remaining twelve letters is basically the same. The only difference is the address in the note (in fact, it is okay not to read the description of the item, because it is also written on the envelope).
To avoid confusion, I will not list the descriptions of the twelve letters one by one here, but will list the different parts of the address.
The second letter: [Second Street, No. 9. ¡¿
The third letter: [Third Street, No. 7. ¡¿
The fourth letter: [Fourth Street, No. 10. ¡¿
The fifth letter: [No. 3, Fifth Avenue. ¡¿
The sixth letter: [Sixth Street, No. 9. ¡¿
The seventh letter: [Seventh Avenue, No. 7. ¡¿
The eighth letter: [No. 1, Eighth Street. ¡¿
The ninth letter: [Ninth Street, No. 3. ¡¿
The tenth letter: [Tenth Street, No. 9. ¡¿
The eleventh letter: [No. 7, Eleventh Street. ¡¿
The twelfth letter: [No. 1, Twelfth Street. ¡¿
The thirteenth letter: [No. 3, Thirteenth Street. ¡¿
"HuhMaine" After reading the addresses of the thirteen letters, Feng Bujue's first reaction was to complain, "(most of his stories take place in Maine)." Yeah"
As he spoke, he had put the stack of envelopes into the satchel in his bicycle pocket. Then, he took out the mini map and spent three minutes engraving it completely in his mind.
Finally, he picked up the "work manual" that Director Nelson gave him and put it in front of him.
¡¾Name: Otaku Town Postman Work Manual¡¿
¡¾Type: plot related¡¿
¡¾Quality: Ordinary¡¿
¡¾Function: Record the code of conduct of the postman in Otaku Town, as well as some necessary knowledge¡¿
¡¾Can the script be brought out: No¡¿
¡¾Note: I am not a person who spends every penny. My requirements are very simple: punctual and firm.
¡ª¡ª. ¡¿
"Hayou are indeed not a person who spends every penny" Feng Bujue looked at the item notes and smiled, "You are a crazy old man who kills people without batting an eyelid"
As he said that, he got on his bicycle. Controlling the front of the car with one hand and holding the work manual in the other, he rode the car out of the backyard of the post office.
Brother Jue is a person who likes to multi-task, so he thinks he can read the work manual while riding a bike This way, he can combine the time of rushing and looking at the set time. The streets of this small town were deserted anyway, so he just had to use his peripheral vision to look at the road and not ride into the ditch
"Drinkit's so damn cold to ride a bicycle without gloves in winter" After Feng Bujue rode the bike onto the street, he took a few deep breaths of moist air and suddenly felt refreshed and cold. Open your heart. So he decided to sing a song to warm up, "The first fog of 2002 came later than usual~" (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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