"Feng Bujue, Level 48
"Please select the game mode that you wish to join.
"You have selected Single Player Survival Mode (Nightmare), please confirm.
"Confirmed, generating scenario …"
"Downloading, please wait a moment."
At that point, Feng Bujue had lost control of his body, and he had sunk into darkness.
"Welcome to Thriller Paradise." The next second, a calm and steady female voice entered his ears.
"Download complete. You are currently playing Single Player Survival Mode (Nightmare).
"A scenario introduction is provided in this mode, and there is a chance of triggering hidden side missions and special world-building.
"Reward for clearing the scenario: Randomly draw two puzzle cards.
"The scenario introduction will be played soon. The game will start after that."
Before the announcement ended, the introductory cinematic started.
When his vision recovered, the first thing that Feng Bujue saw … was a windshield and a pair of moving windshield wipers.
At the bottom of the screen, he saw a pair of large hands holding a steering wheel.
"A first-person perspective …" Brother Jue mumbled internally. "Looks like I'll have to play a character this time …"
"Hello, Mr. Dave." The narration soon confirmed his speculation.
"Congratulations, you have stood out from the many candidates and obtained the chance to interview." The narrator's voice sounded rather old, but there was a hint of intimacy in his solemn tone.
"Is this the way to the interview?" Feng Bujue thought.
"As the postmaster of Otaku Town's Post Office, I sincerely hope that you will be one of us."
"I thought this was Silent Hill …" Feng Bujue looked at the white fog before the car. "The fog in your town is ridiculously thick … Even with the headlights on, I can only see five meters away."
[Please be at my office before 9: 00 am.]
[This interview may take an entire day. I hope you're mentally and physically prepared.]
"Hey, hey … Even an interview with the MIB won't take a whole day, right?" Brother Jue thought. "Are you the Earth Defense Force with a post office sign?"
"The post office is located at the northern side of the town square. Please don't be late."
"Finally, good luck."
The introduction of the scenario was not long, so it ended there.
At the same second, Feng Bujue gained control of his body.
He eased off the gas pedal and slowed down. He observed the character that he was playing through the rear-view mirror.
The man called "Dave" looked to be in his thirties. He had a common face and short, clean hair. He was dressed normally — a dark-colored long-sleeved checkered shirt with a light-colored leather jacket, classic jeans, and white sneakers.
"Hmm … There is no wedding ring, and there is no sign of a ring." Feng Bujue observed the details of 'himself' as he said, "From the calluses on his fingers and palms, this person is left-handed …" He glanced at his right hand, which was wearing a cheap watch. "Brown leather strap, normal metal and glass case … Both sides and the strap are covered in scratches …" Almost at the same time, he made the corresponding deduction. "Based on the calluses on his hands and the thickness of his palms … Dave is most likely a mechanic who works in decoration or car maintenance. Like most people, he would remember to take off his watch when he was working, but he did not consider … the consequences of putting his watch together with his keys and change. Of course … he might have already considered it, but because the watch is cheap, he did not care. "
This was one of Brother Jue's habits. Even though the information he obtained had nothing to do with the development of the scenario, it was a good way to pass the time.
"Ah … I think we're here …" Before Feng Bujue had the chance to check Dave's pocket, a bridge appeared in front of them.
There was a large street sign next to the bridge, and it said, "Otaku Town welcomes you." Next to the sign was a stone block, and the block had the number '40T' painted on it. It was probably referring to the weight limit for the vehicles crossing the bridge.
When Brother Jue drove the car onto the bridge, the system audio once again appeared in his ears. "Main quest has been triggered."
"Is this the end of the easy preparation time?" Feng Bujue mumbled darkly.
He did not check the mission details immediately. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and slowed down. He paid close attention to his surroundings.
After driving carefully for three hundred meters, he successfully crossed the bridge and arrived at the entrance to the town.
The asphalt road stopped here. The roads inside the town were mostly made of pebbles and mud, and there was very little cement.
Creak creak!
Just as the car left the road, a very bad sound came from the front of the car under the hood. Several seconds later, a puff of white smoke came out from it.
"Such a perfect timing to stop the car …" Feng Bujue smiled bitterly. "I am speechless …"
Since the car had stopped, he sat in the driver's seat and rummaged through his belongings.
There was a ballpoint pen with a spring attached to Dave's shirt pocket, and there was an unopened pack of chewing gum inside the pocket. There was a wallet in the left pocket of his jeans, and there was a dart club membership card, a credit card, a driver's license, and three two-dollar bills, four five-dollar bills, and three twenty-dollar bills … The total was eighty-six US dollars. In his right pocket, there were seven quarters and a set of keys.
"Hmm … The pockets inside and outside the leather jacket are empty. It seems like he had considered the possibility of taking off his jacket when he left the house." When Feng Bujue was inspecting his belongings, he did not forget to further analyze this' Dave '. "He doesn't carry any cigarettes on him, and from his teeth and fingers, he doesn't look like a smoker …" Then, he opened all the storage spaces in the car and looked around. "There are no accumulated tickets, no junk food wrappers, and no adult magazines …" He turned to look at the backseat. "There are no tissues or handkerchiefs in the car or on him, and the cuffs of his sleeves are relatively clean …"
With that in mind, Brother Jue paused for two seconds before concluding. "His body is completely healthy, and he does not even have the common rhinitis and pharyngitis. His physical fitness is excellent, and his IQ and self-control are higher than the average Caucasian. His diet is balanced, and he does not have the habit of staying up late. No bad habits …" He laughed. "There must be a conspiracy behind giving me such an athletic body …"
It was then that he called out the game menu.
As expected, the skill bar and inventory slots were locked, and the psionic weapon was also unusable.
The main mission in the mission bar also gave Brother Jue a sense of danger. "Obtain the approval of the ghost postman and become the new postman of Otaku Town."
"So, the person who called me here for the interview is a ghost …" Facing this kind of supernatural setting, Feng Bujue was already used to it. After he finished reading the mission description, he took Dave's mobile phone from the car charger. "Hmm … This … Could this be the legendary Nokia 3310 …" He randomly pressed a key and looked at the date and time on the phone. "December 25th, 2002, 8: 25 am … Christmas morning …"
Then, Brother Jue unlocked the phone's keyboard. Normally, the phone would be unlocked by pressing the star button. He wanted to find as much useful information as he could. Unfortunately, the phone's text messages and phone records were blank. (In the era of traditional mobile phones, many people had the habit of deleting the records after sending text messages or making phone calls.) The "memo" was also empty. There were records in the "phone book", but they seemed to be very common contacts, such as "dad, mom, Uncle Mark, Auntie Daisy, Williams, Maggie," and so on.
The most important thing was that the phone was "not in the service area."
So, even if Feng Bujue wanted to make a call, he could not make it.
"Okay …" Brother Jue only fiddled with the phone for three minutes before he put it into the outside pocket of his leather jacket. "At least this thing can be used as a weapon …"
As he spoke, he unfastened his seat belt and pushed the door open.
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