Chapter 702: Ghost Postman (I)

[Crazy Bujue, Level 48]

[Please select the game mode you want to join. 】

[You have chosen the single-player survival mode (nightmare), please confirm. 】

[Confirmed, the script is being generated...]

[Loading starts, please wait. 】

At this point in the system prompt, Feng Bujue had lost control of his body and fell into darkness.

"Welcome to the horror paradise." The next second, a calm and calm female voice came into his ears.

[Loading has been completed. You are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). 】

[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side lines/hidden tasks and special world views will appear. 】

[Reward for clearing the scenario: randomly draw two puzzle cards. 】

[The synopsis of the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is completed. 】

Before the voiceover ends, the opening CG begins.

When his vision recovered, the first thing Feng Bujue saw... was a windshield and a pair of windshield wipers that were swinging from side to side.

(And at the bottom edge of the screen, he also saw a pair of big hands holding the steering wheel.

"The beginning of the first-person perspective..." Brother Jue muttered in his mind, "It seems that I have to play a certain role again this time..."

[Hello, Mr. Dave. 】The narrator quickly confirmed his suspicion.

[Congratulations, you stood out among many candidates and got the opportunity to interview. 】The voice of the narrator sounded quite old, but there was also a hint of intimacy in the solemn tone.

"Are you driving to the interview..." Feng Bujue thought immediately.

[As the postmaster of Otaku Town, I sincerely hope that you can become one of us smoothly. 】

"I thought it was Silent Hill..." Feng Bujue looked at the white fog in front of the car and complained, "The fog in your town is also a little ridiculously thick... I can only see with the high beam on. Stay five or six meters away.”

[Please be sure to arrive at my office before nine o'clock in the morning. 】

[This interview may take all day, and I hope you are fully prepared mentally and physically. 】

"Hey, hey... the interview with MIB (Black Super Special Police Team) can't even take a whole day..." Brother Jue thought to himself, "Are you the Earth Defense Force with a post office sign?"

[The post office is located on the north side of the town square, so please don't be late. 】

[Finally, I wish you good luck. 】

The opening credits of this script are not long, and it is finished here.

same second. Feng Bujue gained control of his body.

He immediately eased off the accelerator, lowered the speed of the car, and observed his role through the rearview mirror.

The man named "Dave" looked to be about thirty years old, with a common face and short, clean hair. He was wearing very ordinary clothes - a dark long-sleeved plaid shirt with a light-colored leather jacket on the upper body; classic jeans on the lower body, paired with white sneakers.

"Well... there is no wedding ring, and there is no trace of wearing a ring." Feng Bujue observed the details on "himself" and said, "Judging from the calluses on the fingers and the base of the palm, this person is left-handed... ..." He glanced at his right hand again. On his right wrist was a cheap-looking watch, "brown leather strap, ordinary metal and glass case... both the front and back sides and the strap are all there. It's full of scratches..." He had already made corresponding inferences almost as soon as he saw this. "Based on the calluses on his hands and the thickness of his palms, it is estimated... Dave was probably engaged in decoration or car maintenance before. Mechanic. Like most people, he remembers to take off his watch when doing work, but does not think about the consequences of leaving it with keys, change, etc. Of course... it may also happen. I have considered it, but since the watch is cheap, I don’t care.”

See things and push people. It can be regarded as a habit of Brother Jue. Even if the information obtained has nothing to do with the progress of the script, it is good to treat it as entertainment.

"Ah...it seems we have arrived..." Before Feng Bujue had time to check Dave's pocket, a bridge appeared in front of the road.

There is a big street sign beside the bridge. The road sign says "Otaku Town welcomes you"; there is a stone pier next to the road sign with the words "40t" painted on it, which should refer to the weight limit of vehicles crossing the bridge.

When the car driven by Brother Jue drove onto the bridge, the system voice sounded in his ears again: [The main mission has been triggered]

"Is the preparation time for the comfortable start over now..." Feng Bujue muttered in a deep voice.

He did not check the mission content immediately. Instead, he held the steering wheel tightly, slowed down the car again, and paid close attention to everything within the visual range.

After driving 300 meters cautiously like this. He successfully sailed across the bridge and arrived at the entrance of the town.

The asphalt road ends here. The roads inside the town are basically made of gravel and soil, with relatively few cement roads.

Chi Chi——Kaka——

The moment the car left the road, there was an unpleasant sound coming from under the hood in front of the car. After a few seconds, a puff of white smoke came out of it.

"Such a precise timing for anchoring..." Feng Bujue smiled bitterly, "I'm drunk too..."

Since the car had stopped, he simply sat in the driver's seat and rummaged through his belongings.

Dave had a spring-loaded ballpoint pen pinned to his shirt pocket, and there was a pack of unopened chewing gum in the pocket; there was a wallet in the left trouser pocket of his jeans, and in the wallet there was a darts club membership card, and a A credit card, a driver's license, and 3 $2 bills, 4 $5 bills, and 3 $20 bills... a total of 86 U.S. dollars in paper bills; and in his right trouser pocket, there were 7 25-cent coins. and a bunch of keys.

"Well... there is nothing in the pockets inside or outside the leather jacket. It can be seen that when he went out, he considered that he might take off his jacket somewhere." When Feng Bujue checked his belongings, he did not forget to go further. Analyzing the person "Dave", "There is no cigarette on him, and his teeth and fingers don't look like a smoker..." As he spoke, he opened all the storage spaces in the car and checked again, "No There are no accumulated tickets, no junk food wrappers, and no adult magazines..." He turned to look at the back seat again, "There are no tissues or handkerchiefs in the car or on his body, and the cuffs are relatively clean..."

Thinking of this, Brother Jue paused for two seconds, and then said in summary: "The body is completely healthy, not even the common rhinitis and pharyngitis; the physical fitness is excellent, the IQ and self-control ability are higher than the average level of Caucasians; the diet is balanced , no habit of staying up late, no bad hobbies... Ha..." He smiled, "Give me such a body like an athlete, there must be a conspiracy..."

Only then did he call up the game menu.

As expected...the skill bar and luggage bar are locked, and the psychic weapons are also unusable.

The main task in the taskbar also gave Brother Jue a hint of danger: [Obtain the recognition of the ghost postman and become the new postman of Otaku Town. 】

"Is the guy who co-authored and asked me to interview a ghost..." Facing this supernatural setting, Feng Bujue already had an attitude of not being surprised. After reading the mission description, he took off Dave's mobile phone from the car charger, "Hmm... this... could it be the legendary Nokia 3310..." He pressed a button casually and looked at the information on the phone. Date and time, "December 25, 2002, 8:25...Christmas morning..."

Immediately afterwards, Brother Jue unlocked the phone's keyboard (previous mobile phones were usually unlocked by pressing the star key), hoping to find out as much useful information as possible. Unfortunately... the text messages and phone call records in the mobile phone are blank (in the era of traditional mobile phones, many people had the habit of deleting records directly after sending text messages/making phone calls), and the "Memos" are also empty. There are records in the "phone book", but they all seem to be very ordinary contacts, such as "Dad, Mom, Uncle Mark, Aunt Daisy, Williams, Maggie" and so on.

The most important thing is... at this moment, this mobile phone is still - "not in the service area".

Therefore, even if Feng Bujue wanted to call, he couldn't.

"Okay..." Brother Jue only fiddled with it for three minutes before he put the Nokia into the outer pocket of his leather jacket. "At least this thing can be used as a weapon..."

As he spoke, he unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the car door sideways... (To be continued...)