Chapter 710: Ghost Postman (Part 9)

"You're quite good at playing..." Feng Bujue looked at the newspaper in his pocket and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

Although he was a little dissatisfied and had some doubts, he still endured it...

If you turn around and ask the ghost postman loudly, there are only two results: first, you will be ignored; second, you will be shocked.

"No way... Let's see what he means..." After the hissing sound faded away, Jue Ge simply parked his bicycle, took out the roll of newspaper from his pocket, and slowly unfolded it in front of his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the name of the publication itself: [Otaku Town Pioneer]

Then came the front page headline: [Ghost postman once again wins the Otaku Post Office Employee of the Year Award]

What is quite interesting is that the picture accompanying this news is just a picture of a deserted landscape...

"This reporter is really hardworking. If the tire marks on the ground were not painted by himself...it means he really caught the ghost brother riding a bicycle." Feng Bujue read the newspaper while reading, "Wait a minute. ...Before this...there was actually a newspaper in such a small town?"

[No matter it’s windy, raining, scorching sun, hail, typhoon, fog... we can’t see the ghost postman running around. However, we all know that he has always been in his position, working diligently and shining brightly, contributing to the construction of a harmonious and beautiful Otaku Town. Of course, his achievement is inseparable from the wise leadership of Mr. Norman Nelson, the postmaster of this town; it is also inseparable from the spirit of the great Otaku idea upheld by this town. 】

"The guy who wrote the report came here from the new [beep——] company..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain after just reading the beginning of the article, "Classic nonsense plus classic twist plus classic flattery. It’s a routine…”

The rest of this report basically follows the same routine, mainly listing some "deeds" of the ghost postman's diligent work, and forcibly taking part of the credit to the "leaders".

So...it's not easy to be a model worker these days. If you want to enjoy the honor you have earned, you must first thank the country, the party, and the leaders.

"Well... this is the daily newspaper on Christmas Day. Most of the news reported on it should be yesterday's news..." After Feng Bujue read the first page of the newspaper, he glanced at the date in the corner, "However, This headline seems to be of little value, I already know it from the post office’s work manual,” he muttered while flipping through the newspaper.

Unexpectedly, when the newspaper was turned to the second page, something unusual appeared.

"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue stared blankly, flipping through a few more pages, and soon found... except for the advertisement on the front page and the last page (an advertisement for a bicycle). There is not a single word in the middle of the stack of newspapers in my hand. But...the layout on each page has been arranged, and the illustrations have been inserted.

"Invisible ink? Wordless heavenly book?" Two thoughts quickly flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and his eyes traveled quickly on the paper, looking for clues.

After he checked it carefully, he confirmed the fact that it really just didn't have any words printed on it.

"This is quite creative..." Brother Jue laughed, "Is this thing a newspaper... or is it an English test paper that says 'look at the pictures'..."

While joking, he quickly flipped through the blank pages of the newspaper and wrote down the contents of all the illustrations.

I don't know if it's a coincidence...the number of illustrations is thirteen in total.

…………

ten minutes later. Brother Jue, who was heading north, arrived at the "store" on the map.

Like other shops in this town, the door of this place is closed, with a "close" sign hanging on the door. Peering in through the glass door, I was sure the store was empty. And it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

"Ha... As expected." Feng Bujue looked at the store door and smiled bitterly.

Two seconds later, he got off his bicycle, parked it, and then... picked up a big stone on the side of the road.

Pang pong pong——

He waved his arms. He hit the glass door three times, but... only a tiny white spot was left on the glass, not even a crack; on the contrary, his own arm was numb from the shock.

"As for..." Feng Bujue took two steps back. Shaking off the stone in his hand, "Bulletproof glass?"

He really didn't understand why the door glass of an ordinary grocery store was so strong.

"It's too much..." Brother Jue took a breath, then reached into his jacket pocket and took out the Nokia 3310...

"Stop!" Suddenly, the ethereal female voice that had appeared once sounded again.

Feng Bujue heard the sound, quickly stopped his hand, and turned around to scan.

"Sure enough... this guy isn't a 'human'..." He thought to himself while searching for the other party in the fog, "She was clearly blocked on the other side of the bridge before, but now she's actually there again Appeared in town..."

"How did you get into the town?" Feng Bujue couldn't find the other party's specific location, so he decided to say a few words first, "Is there a rescue team coming from outside the town?"

"I...have always been here, never left." The woman replied.

Her voice echoed misty in the fog, making it difficult to find its source.

"Then let me ask this..." Faced with the unspoken answer, Feng Bujue immediately changed the way he asked the question, "How did you cross that bridge?"

But this time, the woman simply ignored Jue Ge's question and said to herself: "Dave, I can't explain too much to you, but you have to believe me, I want to help you..." Her tone was very sincere, "Don't destroy the buildings in this town, it will not do you any good... and will cause irreparable consequences."

"I can trust you." Feng Bujue said, "but you have to answer me first, who are you..."

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss--

At this moment, the sound of rapid rolling chains rang out all around, drowning out Feng Bujue's voice.

"What's going on?" Hearing the sound, Feng Bujue was startled; judging from the sound alone, this must be the sound of more than 20 old-fashioned bicycles riding at the same time, "Is there more than one ghost postman?"

At the same time, the ethereal girl suddenly shouted loudly: "Opportunity! Open your eyes!" Her shout broke through the noise and barely reached Jue Ge's ears.

"Open... your eyes?" Feng Bujue knew that the other party's instruction was important, but he could not understand its meaning, because his eyes... were undoubtedly open at this moment.

Fortunately... his doubts did not last too long.

The next second, something strange happened! (To be continued...)