Even though the roads in the town were paved with pebbles and sand, they were generally smooth. For Brother Jue who was wearing sneakers, it did not take too much energy to walk on these roads.
However, the distance was still there, and Brother Jue's speculation of 'reducing Stamina Points based on the character's body' was not wrong. Therefore, he still had to allocate his Stamina Points reasonably to avoid unnecessary waste.
"Hmm … The actual distance is further than I thought …" Feng Bujue walked for almost twenty minutes, but he still had not reached the town square. This forced him to pick up his pace. "Plus, there is not a single person on the road, and the shops along the street are all closed …" He could not help but think, "This … can't be a 'ghost town', right?"
"Rustle rustle rustle …"
Just as Brother Jue was thinking, a rhythmic rustling sound came from the fog in front of him.
The sound came from afar, and it was getting closer at a fast speed.
"What the hell is that?" Brother Jue heard the sound and stopped in alarm. Without thinking, he reached his right hand into his pocket and grabbed his phone, ready to face the monster.
"Rustle rustle rustle …" The sound was getting closer, but there was still no one in sight.
"Ring ring ring —"
Suddenly, a few crisp ringtones entered Brother Jue's ears. The sound came from the same direction as the rustling sound.
"Huh?" At that moment, Feng Bujue seemed to have noticed something.
He looked down and looked at the ground. Two seconds later, he squinted his eyes and said, "F * ck me … It really is a bicycle …"
"Ring ring ring —"
Before he could finish, the ringtone rang again. This time, the sound was even closer. It was almost right in front of him.
Brother Jue reacted in time. He immediately dodged to the side and jumped a few steps away.
Then, he saw a trail made by a bicycle tire, "passing by" where he had just been standing.
"What the hell …" Feng Bujue turned to look at the air and said in a low voice, "Invisible?"
Out of the instinct of a detective (okay, I knew he was a mystery writer), he immediately took a few steps forward and squatted down to check the tire tracks. He mumbled to himself, "The pattern on the tire tracks has been smoothed out. It is obvious that it has been used for a long time. Judging from the depth of the tire tracks and the sound that the bike made, it should be an old-fashioned metal bicycle with a chain attached to it. There should be a heavy person riding on it … hmm … or a ghost …" He caressed his lower lip and mumbled, "The sound of the chain rolling is very smooth, and the other parts of the bike don't make any sound. This means that … although the bike is often used, it is well maintained."
"Aiya!" As he thought about it, Feng Bujue suddenly slapped his forehead. "I'm addicted to it …" He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Tsk … If I don't hurry up, I won't be able to catch up."
According to the request of the postmaster in the introductory cinematic, the player needed to arrive at 'his' office before '9 am'. And now, it was already 8: 52 am … Brother Bujue had not even seen the shadow of the postmaster yet.
"So, I still need to run …" He quickly stood up and started to run. After all, there was no one on the street, and there were no cars. Other than the 'invisible bicycle' that he had encountered earlier, he was not afraid of running into anything.
"Speaking of which … the current main mission [Obtain the approval of the ghost postmaster and become the new postmaster of Otaku Town] … does not include a time requirement." As Feng Bujue ran, he thought to himself, "It is just that the postmaster told me to arrive before 9 am. In other words, even if I arrive after 9 am, the main mission might not fail. But … the direction of the plot and the difficulty of the scenario might change because of that. "
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that … it was best not to be late.
…
Four minutes later …
"Finally …" After running for a long time, Feng Bujue saw a circular square appear before his eyes.
The surface of Otaku Square was paved with cement, and only a small part of it was paved with stone bricks. There was a plain-looking fountain in the middle of the square, but … the water in the fountain had already dried up. The buildings around the square were relatively large, and most of them were public facilities such as the police station, fire station, hospital, and so on.
Brother Jue ran to the north without stopping. After all, he could still find the north. Soon, he saw the sign for the post office.
"Two stories, covering an area of about three hundred square meters …" Feng Bujue thought to himself as he rushed to the entrance of the post office. "The worst possibility is … there is no floor plan, and there is no one for me to ask for directions … I have to find the location of the postmaster's office on my own in three minutes."
With that in mind, he pushed open the thick glass door in front of him.
"Very good …" Once Brother Jue walked through the door, that was the first thing he said. Because he realized … the first floor of the post office was a lobby. Other than a service desk on the right side of the entrance, there was only a row of windows for various services.
"Is it there …" His eyes scanned quickly, and instantly stopped at the staircase that led to the second floor. There was a sign next to the stairs. The sign said, "Office Area, Unauthorized Persons Not Allowed." This was a relatively obvious hint.
As he ran to the stairs, Feng Bujue took the time to look at the time.
"8: 58."
"Breakroom, security room, finance office, toilet …" Feng Bujue raced up the stairs to the second floor. Finally, at 8: 59: 40, he reached the door to the last room at the end of the corridor. "The director's office …" he mumbled to himself as he looked at the sign on the door. Then he lowered his head to look at his watch. Phew … Only ten seconds left … That was close.
"Knock knock knock —"
While looking at his watch, his left hand had already started to knock on the door.
"Please come in." A voice came from the other side of the door. It was the same voice as the opening cinematic.
When Feng Bujue heard this, he took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He then grabbed the doorknob and pushed open the door in front of him.
The furnishings in the room were very ordinary. In addition to the desk and chairs, there were a few filing cabinets, a glass cabinet, two bonsai plants, and two flags. Brother Jue could recognize that the side with the stars and stripes was the American flag, but he had no idea what the other side was. However, normally speaking, that should be the flag of the small town or the flag of the state they were in.
"I have to say … from the very beginning, you have left me with a very bad impression, Mr. Dave." Before Brother Jue could say anything, the man who sat behind the table said something that did not sound good to Brother Jue.
It was an old man wearing a plaid suit and black-rimmed round glasses. He looked to be over sixty years old, but his eyes were still bright and his back was straight.
"Do you have any opinions about my clothes or hairstyle? Sir. " Feng Bujue was not the kind of person who would be at a loss when faced with an unexpected situation. After hearing the inexplicable criticism, he calmly asked a question and closed the door behind him.
"No, I am very tolerant of the appearance of my employees." The director replied, "I only have one requirement … and that is to be 'punctual'." When he said the last two words, he deliberately emphasized them.
"The moment I knocked on your door, it was 8: 59: 45." Feng Bujue fearlessly looked into the director's eyes and replied, "This is not over the time you specified, right?"
"I see …" The director raised his hand and showed his watch to Brother Jue, "Your watch is three minutes late."
"What?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed slightly, "No way …" He immediately took out his phone from his pocket and pressed it, "That's right … My watch and the time on my phone are the same, both are …"
"… Both are three minutes late." The director interrupted Brother Jue.
"Uh …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him, "Is it possible that the director's watch …"
"Impossible." Before Brother Jue could say "three minutes late", the director directly denied his hypothesis.
"Okay." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue straightened his face, "I was wrong."
Brother Jue was also a reasonable person. He knew that in certain situations, the facts were not important, but the attitude was.
A leader is a leader. Even if he doesn't know what to do, you should try not to correct or contradict him, otherwise … you will be asking for trouble. Of course, the kind of good leader who "promoted you because you embarrassed him" also exists. If you feel that you are lucky enough to meet such a person, you might as well give it a try. Just don't blame me if you are killed by him ….
"No, you are right."
Unexpectedly, in the next second, the director's attitude took a 180-degree turn.
"Huh?" This time, Feng Bujue was really stunned.
"My watch is indeed three minutes late, and I know this," the director continued. "The reason why I wronged you is because I want to see … In the face of pressure, will you compromise to power, or stick to the truth?"
"You don't have to go to this extent …" Feng Bujue stared at the director with his dead fish eyes and replied, "Just take it that I respect the elders … Can I go easy on you?"
"Do you think I'm that old?" The director followed Brother Jue's lead and tossed out another question that was hard to answer.
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied straightforwardly. Since the director wanted to hear the truth, he would tell him the truth. Whether it was unpleasant or not was another matter. "I think, if I seriously argued with you, you are likely to burst a blood vessel and die suddenly, so I admitted my mistake."
"Very good!" The director slammed the table and stood up.
His action … made Feng Bujue instinctively take half a step back. For a moment, Brother Jue thought that this old man wanted to flip over the table and beat him up.
"Let's get to know each other." The director straightened his back and extended his right hand. "I am the director of Otaku Town Post Office, Norman Nelson."
"Erm … Nice to meet you, Mr. Nelson." Feng Bujue hesitated for half a second before extending his hand.
"Call me Norman, thank you." At this moment, a kind smile appeared on Nelson's face.
"Nice to meet you, Norman." Feng Bujue also replied with a smile.
Although on the surface, Brother Jue did not stop observing and analyzing this NPC. "A man who is very good at using words and expressions. When he is serious, he is very charismatic. When he is friendly, he is very strong. When he shakes hands, his strength is stronger than mine … Erm … These are all typical characteristics of a politician." His eyes moved up and down the man's body. "The collar, the cuffs, and the hands all show that he once had a military background." The longer he studied the man, the more details he could glean. "His hair is immaculate, and his beard is well-trimmed. This shows that he cares about his appearance. The third button of his shirt has been mended, and there are traces of mending on his elbows. This shows that he is a thrifty person. There are traces of a ring on his left ring finger, but it is gone now … Is he divorced? Or is he a widower? "
A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and it only took a few seconds.
After the two shook hands, Nelson said, "Mr. Dave, as you can see, I like people who are straightforward." As he spoke, he sat down again and raised his hand to signal Brother Jue to sit on a chair on the other side of the desk. "With me here, you don't have to be afraid of offending people with your words, and you don't have to worry about your appearance …" He paused. "You just need to remember two words … One, punctuality, and two, determination."
"It sounds like … I've passed the interview?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Ha … Passed? Hahaha … "Nelson laughed." Far from it, Mr. Dave. " He opened the drawer before him and took out a stack of envelopes. "My department's philosophy is — practice is the only standard to test our employees."
"Why does that sound so familiar …" Feng Bujue grumbled.
Nelson ignored him and continued, "Whether you will be officially hired by my department will depend on your performance today." He pushed the stack of envelopes before Brother Jue and said, "This is your mission for today."
"Side mission has been triggered." Just as Nelson finished, the system audio chimed.
Feng Bujue immediately opened the game menu. He glanced at the mission tab and saw the new mission, "Deliver all the letters before midnight. Current progress: 0/13."
"Since it's a side mission, it means that it doesn't matter if you don't do it …" Brother Jue thought to himself. "To put it simply, if you deliver the letters before midnight, there will be an extra reward. If you don't deliver the letters before midnight … at least you won't fail the mission."
"This is a map of Otaku Town." After a few seconds, Nelson took out a mini map that was 20 by 40 centimeters from the drawer and placed it on the table. "Also … a work manual." He took out a small booklet that was not too thick. "And … your bicycle key." This was probably the last item because he closed the drawer after he took it out. "Exit from the back door and you'll reach the bike shed. The satchel for the envelopes is in the bicycle pocket. Since you are still not an official employee of our bureau, so … today, you will have to wear a casual outfit to deliver the letter. "He paused for two seconds and looked at Brother Jue's face." Is there any other problem? Mr. Dave. "
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