Chapter 705: Ghost Postman (IV)

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...

None of the many mysteries surrounding this town have been solved yet, and there are no clues.

"Uh... I really want to ask..." Feng Bujue thought about it for a few seconds before replying, "Why..."

Dong dong dong——

Just when he was about to ask a question, three knocks on the door interrupted him.

"Ah...I 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 to be 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.

"Um...Hello, 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 amounts of blood and brains were smeared on the corridor wall, and the body fell toward the door.

"Wo~de~Fake?" Feng Bujue immediately cursed in his heart, firstly because this happened inexplicably and suddenly, and secondly because the gunshot just now made his right ear temporarily deaf.

"You! You're late! You're here!" After Chief Nelson finished killing the person, he yelled at the body of the deceased a few meters away, "Asshole!"

"So this is what would happen if you were really late..." Brother Jue turned his head back silently and looked at Nelson. I thought to myself, "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.

Only then did Brother Jue realize...the gun had been hidden behind Nelson's chair all along, easily accessible...

"Ah~ Where did we talk?" Nelson sat down again and adjusted the collar of his suit, "Oh, by the way. Have I ever told you that I also hate the kind of people who ask questions and like to inquire about things. Guy?"

"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 to Sweeping it from his arms, he turned around and left.

"Wait." Nelson suddenly called Brother Jue again.

Feng Bujue broke out in cold sweat. He tensed his body and 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 refuse to accept the letter you send."

"Yeah...understood..." Brother Jue breathed a sigh of relief. He walked back to the table and took the card from the other party.

[Name: Temporary Work Permit at Otaku Town Post Office]

[Type: Drama related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: Prove your identity as a "postman"]

[Can the script be brought out: No]

[Note: 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's 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 careful - he 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, "You are Alan Haber ( The fictional characters in "Two and a Half Men" are very poor for various reasons, and become stingy because of poverty, and gradually lose their moral integrity. In order not to pay for it, they usually go out for appointments without a wallet?"

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 blood-stained 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. Unfortunately...it'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 arises...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... First, 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 reason...it was ten minutes late.”

While he was thinking, he 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, you can't get out..." He then thought, "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 code name so casually) come to Otaku Town? And how long ago did he come? If he also drove in from the bridge this morning, and He came earlier than me. Then I came all the way...even if I didn't see his person, I should have seen his car..."

When he thought of this, Brother Jue had already 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. He was preparing for today's interview. But this morning, he encountered something... He was a few minutes late."

"Huh..." He opened the bicycle lock and breathed into the sky, "Maybe... he stayed in the hotel last night. When he got up this morning, he found that his wallet was missing. He 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 drawing this seemingly reasonable inference. He stopped thinking about the clue about the man in the felt hat and left a message in his mind palace - "If conditions permit, go to the hotel and investigate. Maybe you can get clues about the other party's identity or a car." A functioning car.”

After doing this, Brother Jue's attention shifted to the several items in his hand.

First, the thirteen letters...

[Name: Letter sent to Otaku Town]

[Type: Drama related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: unknown]

[Whether the script can be brought out: No]

[Note: Most of the information on this envelope is blurred, and there is 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 in 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 addresses.

The second letter: [Second Street, No. 9. 】

The third letter: [Third Street, No. 7. 】

The fourth letter: [Fourth Street, No. 10. 】

The fifth letter: [Fifth Avenue, No. 3. 】

The sixth letter: [Sixth Avenue, No. 9. 】

The seventh letter: [Seventh Avenue, No. 7. 】

The eighth letter: [No. 1, Eighth Street. 】

The ninth letter: [Ninth Street, No. 3. 】

Letter ten: [Tenth Street, No. 9. 】

Letter 11: [No. 7, Eleventh Street. 】

Letter 12: [No. 1, Twelfth Street. 】

Letter Thirteen: [No. 3, Thirteenth Street. 】

"Huh...Maine..." After reading the addresses of the thirteen letters, Feng Bujue's first reaction was to complain, "This script is based on Stephen King (most of his stories take place in It was written from the memory of Maine)..."

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.

[Name: Otaku Town Postman Work Manual]

[Type: plot related]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Function: Recording the code of conduct for the postman in Otaku Town, as well as some necessary knowledge]

[Can the script be brought out: No]

[Note: I am not a person who spends every penny. My requirements are very simple: punctual and firm.

——Norman Nelson. 】

"Heh... you're really not a penny-pinching person..." Feng Bujue smiled as he looked at the item's notes, "You're a crazy old man who kills without blinking an eye..."

As he said that, he got on the bicycle. Controlling the front of the bicycle with one hand and holding the work manual with the other, he rode the bicycle out of the backyard of the post office.

Jue Ge is a person who likes to multitask, so he thinks... he can ride the bicycle while flipping through the work manual... this way he can combine rushing and looking at the set time. Anyway, the streets of this small town are empty, so he just needs to use his peripheral vision to see the road and not ride into the ditch...

"Hey... riding a bicycle without gloves in winter is really damn cold..." After Feng Bujue rode the bicycle to the street, he took a few deep breaths of the moist air and felt refreshed and cold to the heart. So... he decided to sing a song to warm himself up, "The first fog in 2002~ came later than usual~" (To be continued..)