Chapter 719 Dave's World (XVIII)

The night was getting darker and darker.

At 7:28, the fog in Otaku Town was still thick, but the only difference from the daytime was that… the street lights were all on.

The increasingly damp and cold air made Feng Bujue's face and hands numb, and he could only speed up his cycling pace to keep his body warm.

Although he didn't know where the "Last Supper" would be held, he still thought of a place, which was… the post office on the north side of the town square.

First, he could go there to report to Nelson; second, Nelson was the only NPC who could communicate with him normally and give him some help (the shooter and Yang couldn't go back, and it was too late to write to the ghost postman. As for Mr. M and the woman with the ethereal voice… they were all elusive and could not be found); third, there were not many paths in this town. Unless you deliberately took a detour, otherwise… there was only this route from the hotel to the post office. So, Enoch must have walked this road this morning. Walking along the same route, maybe you can know what happened to him.

"After nightfall, visibility is getting lower and lower..." Brother Jue continued to move forward with the help of the light from the street lamp, "Well... I suddenly feel that it's not bad to have an empty street... At least I don't have to worry about bumping into someone... Shit!"

Many things just can't stand being talked about, as the saying goes...

Just as Feng Bujue was sighing, a rectangular black shadow suddenly appeared in the thick fog in front of him, crossing the middle of the road.

The next second, accompanied by a clanging sound, the front of the bicycle hit the object hard, and Brother Jue flew out of the seat...

"Fuck..." As he flew through the air, Feng Bujue cursed in a long voice, his voice full of depression.

Before he finished cursing, he had already fallen to the ground.

This time, he fell quite hard. Brother Jue was stunned for a full thirty seconds after landing, and then he caught his breath. He roughly checked...his right arm was broken. His ribs were cracked, and there were different degrees of contusions and bruises all over his body.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the roads here are basically dirt, and there are no stones or anything like that. If he fell on a gravel road or concrete, it would be difficult for him to stand up.

"Pfft..." Feng Bujue spat out a mouthful of blood foam (his lips were broken), sat up, and looked back.

He quickly recognized that what he had hit was... a hot dog stand.

"It's pretty cool to stop in the middle of the road!" Feng Bujue couldn't help but yell at the stand.

I don't know if it was the arrangement of the system or just a coincidence, but Brother Jue ran back and forth in the town all day today, and he didn't pass by this place in front of him. If he passed by here during the day, he would definitely not hit it. Because the visibility was much better than it is now, and he didn't ride as fast as he does now.

"Wait... this doesn't seem to be a cart..." After a few seconds, Feng Bujue saw it more clearly. He then noticed that the bottom of the hot dog stand was not wheels, but four metal brackets rooted in the ground. "I thought... I flew so far away, but the stand didn't even shake. It turned out to be fixed to the ground."

Due to time constraints and limited conditions. Feng Bujue only sat on the ground for a minute before standing up again. His tolerance to pain was already amazing, and this degree of injury was not enough to hinder his movement.

After getting up, he put his shoulder bag back on his left hand. He picked up the shotgun that fell not far away and walked towards the hot dog stand.

There were bread, sausages, and various seasonings and sauces needed to make hot dogs on the stand, but there was no stall owner.

Feng Bujue was not polite. He put the gun on the table, grabbed the bread and sausage with his left hand and stuffed them into his mouth. After stuffing a lump of food into his mouth, he still used his left hand...to pick up the bottles of mustard, ketchup, and sweet and spicy sauce. Each of them spit a little into his own mouth.

His way of eating is more disgusting than tough. Of course, his tolerance for disgusting things is also obvious to all. Examples such as spoiled sandwiches and feces swamps will not be repeated here...

"Tsk... only this little survival value is restored..." After eating two hot dogs, Brother Jue looked at his status bar and complained unsatisfiedly.

After the fall just now, his survival value has dropped below 30%, and eating hot dogs can only return to 33%, which is undoubtedly a loss... However, this hot dog also helped him restore nearly 500 points of physical value, so it was not in vain.

"Eh? What is this?" Just as Brother Jue was about to take his gun and leave, he accidentally glimpsed... something stuck on the edge of the base of the hot dog stand.

After picking up the object, he immediately laughed dryly.

[Name: Enoch's Wisdom Tooth]

[Type: Plot-related]

[Quality: Trash]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can this script be brought out: No]

[Note: The owner of this tooth is an extremely stingy guy. One morning, he added too much mustard to his hot dog, and his tooth fell out because of the spiciness. He immediately asked the hot dog stall owner to compensate for his loss, but was rejected and ridiculed by the stall owner. In anger, he quietly stole a bottle of salt from the other party's stall. ]

"What an idiot!" Jue Ge blurted out a curse after reading the item description.

[Hidden task completed] At the same time, the system voice also sounded in his ears.

Feng Bujue opened the task bar and saw that [Investigate and solve the reason why Enoch was late]... was just ticked.

"Hey..." Brother Jue twitched the corners of his mouth and said to himself, "That's okay... Is the reason why he's late is 'he's a fool'?"

Complaints are complaints, and he also knew in his heart that the reason Enoch was late... was because he had a lot of trouble with the hot dog vendor after losing his tooth.

"Well...anyway, the mission is completed." Feng Bujue said, already throwing away the tooth and bypassing the hot dog stand, "If the other two missions are as simple as this one, it would be really easy. So happy..."

It was obvious that he was overthinking.

This hidden task is obviously the simplest of the three. As long as you find the relevant items, read the notes, and understand the meaning of the notes, you will be considered successful. But the next two are not that easy...

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After leaving the hot dog stand, another fifteen minutes passed before the panting Feng Bujue finally arrived in front of the post office.

At this time, it was already seven forty-six, and there were only fourteen minutes left until eight o'clock...

Since the front wheel of the bicycle was deformed due to the impact, Brother Jue had been running all the way.

It was indeed not easy for him... Putting aside his broken right hand, when running, he had to endure the pain in his ribs and swelling all over his body, and he was still holding a heavy shotgun in his left hand. Being able to arrive within fifteen minutes is considered very fast.

"Haha... time is running out..." When Brother Jue entered the post office door, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I hope the venue of the 'Last Supper' is not far from here..."

He rushed up to the second floor with ease and went straight to the director's office.

Dong dong dong——

At 7:47 sharp, Brother Jue knocked on the door for the second time today.

"Please come in." Director Nelson at the door responded immediately.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue opened the door and walked straight to the other party's desk: "Director, I have delivered all the letters."

"I know," Nelson replied, "I'm very satisfied with your performance."

"I want to ask you a question." Feng Bujue did not respond to the other party's praise, but spoke quickly, "Do you know where the 'Last Supper' was held?"

Now that things have happened, he has no time to beat around the bush with this NPC, so he can just ask whatever he needs to. Anyway...if the other party knows the answer, he will definitely understand the question.

"Oh... that..." Nelson's expression and tone did not change much, "What? Do you want to participate?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied in a very affirmative tone.

"In that case..." Nelson said, standing up from his chair.

"...Then you come with us." Suddenly, someone took over Nelson's words and said the second half of what he had not yet said.

Feng Bujue heard the sound and turned around...

But there was already an extra person at the door of the office...a woman in a white dress.

She has long hair and a vague face, and her voice is very distinctive - even when heard from a very close place, it gives people a distant and ethereal feeling. (To be continued...)