Chapter 711 Dave's World (Ten)

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Gulu-lu-Gulu-lu...

The sound of liquid surging suddenly sounded in Feng Bujue's ears.

At the same second, he realized something - his eyes were closed.

All the scenery in front of me disappeared and turned into pitch black.

The cold, damp mist around him seemed to become dozens of times thicker in an instant, wrapping himself tightly.

"What's going on?" Feng Bujue asked in shock, "Have I been hit by some mental attack... Why do I feel like my body, including my lungs, are full of fluid. And... I don't feel any discomfort. …”

beep - beep -

Just then, he heard two more beeps.

Then, there was a voice that was very similar to the system voice: [Warning, tester No. 8775 is waking up... Warning, tester No. 8775 is waking up...]

"Hey! Who's in charge of that cabin!"

"It's Anton, sir. He's gone to lunch, sir."

"Then move your butt quickly and go over and do the work for him:!"

"Yes, sir!"

This conversation, which came from nowhere and came from nowhere, started to sound a few seconds later.

"Who?" Feng Bujue wanted to ask, but he soon realized that he couldn't open his mouth and could only think in his heart, "What kind of unfolding is this... Where am I?"

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as mountains, and this simple thought gave him a splitting headache...

"The whole body is extremely weak, all the senses are almost reduced to the level of a vegetative state, and the game menu cannot be opened..." Feng Bujue did not panic. He quickly and calmly analyzed the situation at the moment. "Anyway...as the woman's voice said...I have to open my eyes as soon as possible. This is my perfect chance to figure out the setting of this script."

[The solution concentration is increasing and an emergency pulse is being prepared. Countdown to five seconds, five, four, three...] The voice without any emotion sounded again. Although Brother Jue didn't fully understand what the other party was saying, he knew that... this was probably bad news for him.

【Two, one...】

At that last second, at the critical moment, Feng Bujue relied on his amazing willpower to hold back the indescribable severe headache... and opened his eyes.

However, his vision only recovered for about a second.

A second later, a tingling sensation that exceeded the limit of the human brain came over. His body suffered a violent convulsion... and then he fell into a state of complete loss of senses.

But... Brother Jue is not an ordinary person. In that brief second, he was able to withstand the sour feeling of liquid soaking into his retina. Successfully "see" something...

Through a layer of transparent, light green liquid and two layers of glass (at least it looked like a glass-like material), he saw a person.

To be precise, one wearing a light-colored bodysuit. A grown man floating in liquid.

and. The appearance of that man... Feng Bujue had seen it once before - the man in the felt hat.

…………

"Ha... Huh..."

It seemed like only a moment had passed, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

In short, when Feng Bujue regained control of his body, the first thing he did was take a deep breath.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was sitting on the ground with his back against the glass door of the store.

The surrounding scene was still misty, and the "ethereal female voice" and the sound of the rolling bicycle chains... had all disappeared.

And in his hand... a blank piece of paper appeared out of thin air.

"Hmm... I seem to be 'back'. I also got a key item inexplicably..." Feng Bujue glanced at the game menu. There was no change in his survival and stamina values. It also didn't bring any debuff status. "What I saw just now shouldn't be an illusion, nor does it look like a memory fragment; there is a very high probability... that it is the 'reality' that happened in real time." He patted the dust on his body and took the He picked up the white paper and stood up, "That is to say...the town I am in at the moment, or...'this world'...may not necessarily exist in reality."

This assumption changed Feng Bujue's thinking. All his experiences and inferences from the moment he entered the script to now need to be re-examined on this basis.

"Things are getting more and more complicated..." Although he was thinking, Brother Jue did not delay his actions. No matter what changes occurred in front of him, one basic principle remained unchanged - follow the mission, there is nothing wrong. Son.

Therefore, while Feng Bujue was reminiscing about the plot just now, he got back on his bicycle and continued to move forward.

"Now the question arises...am I playing 'Dave' or the so-called 'Tester No. 8775'? Is Dave the name of No. 8775, or is it a 'role' played by No. 8775?" Brother Jue Thinking about it, "What kind of existence is that 'felt hat man'? Is he just a projection that appears in my mind unconsciously, or is he a crucial clue?"

Feng Bujue struggled hard in the whirlpool of thoughts, searching for various possible answers.

The "clone" inference about those homeowners is no longer relevant at the moment. If this is really just a world that exists on the level of consciousness, the appearance of those people is meaningless... Even if they all look like dogs, it is reasonable.

He was just sorting out his thoughts while riding his bike, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the Zhenbei Cemetery.

This is a very ordinary-looking cemetery... On a vast green grassland, stone tombstones stand neatly one after another. In front of each tombstone is a slightly raised mound of soil.

"Hmm... where is the abandoned mailbox..." Feng Bujue pedaled his bicycle along the path between the cemeteries, looking for the mailbox that could contact the ghost postman.

Not long after, he saw one on the western edge of the cemetery.

It was a dark green, cylindrical mailbox with a slit at the top for delivering letters, and the words "Otaku Town Post Office" were printed on the barrel.

Feng Bujue parked his bicycle, walked around to the back of the mailbox, looked at the mail access port, and found a small ring lock tied there.

"It doesn't look like it's difficult to break..." He looked at the lock, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to open it without brute force, "But... judging from the overall atmosphere of this script, I still don't want to It’s better to use this brute force method.”

He walked back to the front of the mailbox, took out the blank letter paper and Dave's ballpoint pen, spread the paper on the top of the mailbox, and started writing...

[Dear Mr. Ghost Postman, hello. 】

Considering that he only had a piece of writing paper and it was impossible to make any corrections, Brother Jue wrote very carefully and carefully considered every word before he penned it.

[My name is Dave, and I am a temporary postman at the post office in Otaku Town. 】

[I think you still have an impression of me...because we have met more than once today, and you also "shocked" me once. 】

[Of course, I don’t have any objections to this... You’re right. I’m a newbie here and don’t understand the rules (laughs). 】

[Getting back to the subject, I am writing to you this time, mainly because I want to ask you about a few things. 】

[First, could you tell me... 7 Third Street, 10 Fourth Street, 3 Fifth Street, 9 Sixth Street, 7 Seventh Street, 1 Eighth Street, Ninth Street What are the command codes for the eleven owners of No. 3, 9 Tenth Street, 7 Eleventh Street, 1 Twelfth Street, and 3 Thirteenth Street? 】

[Second, I want to confirm with you, are you really voluntarily working in this town? 】

[Third, what kind of information does the newspaper you gave me earlier contain? 】

[Fourth, may I ask...why are all the shops in this town closed? Why can Chief Nelson kill people at will? And…how can I ‘get your approval’ to become the official postman of Otaku Town? 】

[If it is convenient, please answer my questions as soon as possible. I would be very grateful. 】

[Sincerely, Dave. 】

After finishing the letter in what he thought was a very neat handwriting, Feng Bujue read it over again. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the content, he folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the mailbox... (To be continued . )