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Text Chapter 716 Dave¡¯s World (15)

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    Tenth Street, No. 9.

    Like all previous recipient addresses, it is an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard and no mailbox in front of the door.

    After parking his bicycle, Feng Bujue hurriedly stepped onto the porch in front of the house with his shoulder bag slung across his back and shotgun in hand.

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    "Open the door!" He shouted loudly while knocking on the door.

    I don¡¯t need to tell you what happened next, I¡¯m sure you all know it Not long after, a fat man wearing slippers came down from the second floor, opened the door to a palm-wide gap, and stood in the shadow and asked: "Who are you looking for?  "

    "Postman." Feng Bujue raised his temporary work ID card, waved it in front of the other party, then put away the ID card and took out the envelope, "Deliver the letter."

    "I won't accept it." Fatty No. 10's reaction was exactly the same as the previous nine.

    Click¡ª¡ª

    Feng Bujue picked up the shotgun, put the muzzle of the gun into the crack of the door, and said in a deep voice, "Will you accept it?"

    "Youwhat are you going to do?" Although Fatty No. 10 showed fear, he did not run away.

    "Whether you want to receive the letter or the bullet, you choose." Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like a joke at all. He could be very harsh when necessary.

    "No don't kill me" Fatty No. 10 raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Even if you shoot, I won't take it back unless"

    "Unless I report your command code?" Feng Bujue took over the other party's words and said.

    "Well" Fatty No. 10 nodded.

    "Tch" Brother Jue spat, thinking in his mind, "Is it true that the threat of force is not feasible"

    After two seconds, he put down the gun.  Then he asked: "What is the number of your code?"

    "Eleven." The fat man replied truthfully.

    After receiving the reply, Feng Bujue turned around and left, rushing to his bicycle.

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    In the next forty minutes, Brother Jue visited the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth recipients of the letter respectively.

    The last three are without exception.  They are also all fat.  Their voices, personalities, reactions, etc are also consistent with the first ten recipients.

    Feng Bujue didn¡¯t bother with these guys. He had basically tested everything he could, so he didn¡¯t ask anything except the number of digits in the command code.

    By 2:50 p.m., Brother Jue once again came to the abandoned mailbox in Zhenbei Cemetery.

    At this moment, an envelope appeared on the ground next to the mailbox.

    Although there is no wind everywhere.  But there was still a stone pressed on top of the envelope.

    "I really replied to the letter" Feng Bujue muttered, and went over to pick up the envelope.

    This is an khaki-colored envelope. You can feel it in your hand. There is only a thin piece of paper inside.  Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter paper inside.  Thenhe discovered something very puzzling - both sides of the letter were blank.

    "Again?" Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain, "Invisible ink? Wordless heavenly book?" His fault was the same as when he received the "newspaper".

    While speaking, he held the letter in front of his eyes and carefully observed it, confirming whether there were any rubbing marks or any smell on the paper.

    "Hmmwhat do you mean" As Feng Bujue pondered, he subconsciously supported his right elbow with his left hand. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly together and traced along his forehead to the tip of his nose.  This habitual thinking action can make his thinking run more smoothly.  "If this piece of paper had simply landed next to the mailbox, it might have been misinterpreted as just a discarded piece of paper. But right now, the piece of paper is in an envelope and is well weighted down by a stone.  Thethis setting is telling me. This blank piece of paper is indeed the 'reply'."

    After thinking for a moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind: "Eh? Could it be"

    The next second, Brother Jue took out the previous newspaper from his bag and turned to the blank pages: "Indirect reminder" Thinking of this, he simply sat on the ground, holding the letter in one hand.  Holding the newspaper in one hand, he muttered.  "This 'reply letter' does have no content but the 'no content' aspect can also be a reminder." His eyes moved to the newspaper, "Reminder to me' The answer lies in what seems to be a piece of paper.  Empty space'."

    Thinking of this, Feng Bujue tore off the first page of the newspaper.

    The front of this page is the meaningless front page headline, and the back is the second page with no text and only illustrations.

    second editionis an illustrated photo of a brick wall with a tree standing in front of it.  At first glance, this is another landscape photo, but if you look closely, you can see there are bicycle tire marks on the ground at the bottom of the picture.

    "Okay, let's take a look the paper quality of this newspaper is average, and it's probably impossible to show fire and water" Feng Bujue took the "experiment" in his hand and pondered, "Right now I  There are ways to try" He was thinking as he stretched out his hand towards the shotgun, but took it back after a second, "Wait a minuteif the prop needed to solve the puzzle is the gunpowder in the bullet,  Brother Ghost should have given me the puzzle after I got the gun" He touched his chin and said, "In other words the thing that can make the prompt 'appear' was already on my body at that time?  ¡­¡±

    Then, like a child taking a natural science class, Brother Jue showed an interesting expression, took out a bunch of props from his pocket, and lined them up in a row on the grass.

    "Let's do it one by one" As he said that, he raised the first prop.

    In the next five minutes, he first tried to read the contents of the newspaper through the camera of his mobile phone; then he used a ballpoint pen and a pencil to mark a small area on the paper; and then he used coins, keys and credit cards to go there.  Gently scratched several areas of the newspaper.

    Unfortunately, these attempts all ended in failure

    "Wellthis is not right either, I have to change my thinking" he thought as he picked up the seasoning bottle with salt.  This is the last item on his body that might be used to solve the puzzle.

    Hisssssssss

    Fortunatelythis last attempt worked.  When those white salt grains were sprinkled on the newspaper, wisps of white smoke emerged from the paper, with a slight burnt smell in the smoke.  This is obviously not the reaction that paper should have when it encounters salt

    ¡¾, Tree Trunk¡¿A few seconds later, a line of smoky carbon-colored text appeared on the blank page next to the illustration.

    "Ha! Yes!" Feng Bujue's smile appeared at the same time as the words on the newspaper. He did not expect that the key item to solve the puzzle would be the salt shaker found from Brother Felt Hat.

    After the experiment is successful, the next thing is simple.  Jue Ge followed the gourd, pot and ladle and cracked the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper one by one, and got a total of thirteen similar pieces of information.

    "If nothing elsethe first two numbers are the coordinates." Feng Bujue's expression became very relaxed after writing down all the tips, "As for the two decimal places, 80% of them are to match what I have on hand.  That mini map. And the noun that follows each coordinate is undoubtedly meant to be viewed in conjunction with the 'illustration'."

    At this moment, Brother Jue has roughly understood the meaning of these prompts.  It just so happened that the coordinates on the second page were the ones closest to him.  So, in order to verify his reasoning, he quickly packed up the things at hand, got back on the bicycle, and set off there.

    In less than five minutes, Feng Bujue arrived near the coordinates of [ ] on the mini map (due to the size of the map, it was impossible for him to stand on a certain point very accurately, at most he would be nearby).  After searching for a while, he saw the brick wall in the illustration and the big tree planted in front of the wall.

    "A tree trunk, right" Feng Bujue parked his bicycle and walked over with a shotgun in hand.

    He cautiously approached the target step by step, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster and attack him.  However, the final result proved that he was overly worried.  The tree in front of me is just an ordinary tree, and there is no flag or

    The only thing of value here is an Arabic number carved on the tree trunk - 1. (To be continued)
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