Feng Bujue had a lot of questions …
For example, why didn't he see a single person on his way here? Why were all the shops in town closed? Also, what was the "invisible bicycle" on the road? Could that be the so-called "Phantom Postman"?
In addition to the above, there was also the identity of the mysterious figure, the reason for the bridge collapse, etc …
None of the mysteries surrounding this small town had been solved yet, and there were no clues at all.
"Uh … I do want to ask …" Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds and said, "Why …"
Knock knock knock …
Just as he was about to ask the question, three knocks on the door interrupted him.
"Oh … I almost forgot." Nelson raised his eyebrows and said to Feng Bujue, "Other than you, I have another interview today." After that, he immediately raised his voice and shouted in the direction of the door, "Please come in."
A few seconds later, the person outside the door turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at the door. He saw … a short man walked in. He looked to be about 35 years old. He had brown curly hair and a pair of shrewd blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit, polished leather shoes, and a felt hat on his head. It was obvious that this interviewee was much more meticulous than Dave in terms of clothing.
"Um … Hello, sir, I'm here to …"
Bang! Click.
Before he could finish his sentence, a double-barreled shotgun blew his head off.
Blood and brain matter splattered on the corridor walls, and the body fell toward the door.
"What the f * ck?" Feng Bujue immediately cursed in his mind. First of all, this happened too suddenly. Second of all, the gunshot made him temporarily deaf in his right ear.
"You! Too late! Here! Come! " After Director Nelson killed the man, he shouted at the body a few meters away, "Asshole!"
"So this is what happens when you're late …" Brother Jue silently turned his head and looked at Nelson. He thought to himself, "When and where did this guy get the gun …"
"Sorry, I hate people who aren't punctual, you know that." After Nelson killed the man and screamed at the body, he put down the gun and hid it behind the chair.
It was then that Brother Jue realized … the gun had been hidden behind the back of Narson's chair.
"Ah, where were we?" Narson sat down again and adjusted the collar of his suit. "Oh, by the way, have I ever told you that I hate people who like to pry into things?"
"Hahahaha …" At that moment, Feng Bujue adjusted his facial muscles and successfully revealed a retarded smile. "Director, it's getting late. I need to go deliver the letter." He swept the things on the table into his arms and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute." Nelson suddenly called after Brother Jue.
Feng Bujue's cold sweat slid down his face. His body tensed as he slowly turned around. "Is there anything else?"
"Of course," Nelson said. He took out a card from the inside pocket of his suit. Then he picked up the fountain pen on the table, wrote something on it, and stamped it. "You have to take this temporary worker's ID with you, or else the townspeople will refuse to accept your letter."
"Hmm … understood …" Brother Jue sighed in relief. He walked back to the table and accepted the card.
Name: Temporary Worker's ID for Otaku Town Post Office
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Prove your identity as a 'postman'
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: This card is only valid for twenty-four hours.
"If you accidentally lose the ID, you can come back and ask me to sign a new one for you," Nelson said. "But … this is the only free one, understood?"
"Understood." Feng Bujue nodded.
"Okay, then … I wish you good luck, Mr. Dave." After saying that, Nelson lowered his head and started to deal with the paper documents that were left on the table.
Obviously, this part of the plot had come to an end.
Feng Bujue put the things away and immediately ran out. But … before he left, he did not forget to play a trick — he closed the door behind him.
After closing the door, Brother Jue did not say anything and jumped toward the dead body with its head blown off.
(At that moment, if the phrase that appears in your mind is' do it while it's still hot ', please consult a psychiatrist or turn yourself in to the police.)
"This man is a grown man … and he didn't bring his wallet with him when he was outside?" Feng Bujue used a familiar hand to flip through the man's pockets. "You are Alan Haber, a fictional character from Two and a Half Men. Due to various reasons, you are very poor, and because of that, you have become stingy and have lost your moral integrity. To avoid paying the bill, you would purposely not bring your wallet when you go out on dates. " Is that so? "
In the end, he only found three things on the man's body: a seasoning bottle filled with salt (it looked like it had been stolen from a restaurant), a five-dollar bill, and a wooden pencil that only had a small piece left.
"In a way … I feel sorry for this man …" Feng Bujue stood up after searching the body. "He doesn't look that poor …" He placed the items in his pocket and then glanced at the burnt felt hat that was stained with blood. "Sigh … I guess I'll pass …"
The hat did look good, and it must have been more expensive than all the other belongings of the man combined. It should have been something he used to keep up appearances. Unfortunately … it was worthless now.
"Hmm … I can't find anything that can prove his identity …" Feng Bujue thought as he walked down the corridor. "I can't confirm whether he is a resident of this town or an outsider …" He walked down the stairs and quickly returned to the lobby on the first floor of the post office. "If he is not a resident of Otako Town, then the problem is … The bridge is broken, so how did he get in?" His mind was unfolding like a spider web, constantly deducing various possibilities. "Excluding the low-probability hypothesis of parachuting, there are probably two possibilities … One, there is more than one way to connect this town to the outside world. Two, he entered the town earlier than me, but somehow … he was ten minutes late. "
While he was thinking, he found the exit that led to the back door of the post office and walked over.
"The shadow that gave me the hint earlier said that if the bridge is broken, we won't be able to leave …" He continued to think. "Assuming that she was telling the truth, then … using the second scenario as the basis … how did the man in the felt hat (Brother Jue gave him a random codename) come to Ortaku Town? How long ago did he come here? If he also drove in from the bridge this morning, and arrived earlier than me, then I should have seen his car on my way here … even if I didn't see him, I should have seen his car … "
Brother Jue had already walked out from the back door of the post office.
The entire backyard of the post office was a huge bicycle shed. At that moment, there was only one bicycle parked in the shed.
"Taking all the choices on this line of reasoning, the one with the highest probability is … the man in the felt hat is not a resident of this town, he did not enter the town from another entrance, and he did not arrive this morning …" When Feng Bujue came to the side of the bicycle, he was still mumbling to himself. "The conclusion is … he arrived at the town yesterday or earlier to prepare for today's interview. But this morning, something happened to him … causing him to be a few minutes late. "
"Phew …" He unlocked the bicycle and exhaled. "Perhaps … he stayed at the hotel last night. When he woke up this morning, he found that his wallet was missing. He searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it … His car keys were also in his wallet … Seeing that he was running out of time, he could only run here, but in the end … he was still late. "
After coming to this seemingly reasonable conclusion, he stopped thinking about the clue of the felt-hat man and left a message in his mind. "If conditions permit, go to the hotel and investigate. Maybe you can get clues of the other party's identity or a working car."
After doing all that, Brother Jue's attention moved to the few items that he was holding.
First, the thirteen letters …
Item Name: Letters Addressed to Ortakul Town
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: Most of the information on the letter is blurry, and there is no stamp on the letter. The only thing that can be identified is the addressee's address: Ortakul Town, Maine, First Street, No. 3. "
This description came from the letter at the top of the stack. The contents of the other twelve letters were basically the same. The only difference was the address in the remark. (Actually, it was fine to ignore the item description because it was written on the envelope as well.)
In order to avoid confusion, I won't list the descriptions of the twelve letters one by one. I'll just list the different parts of the addresses.
The second letter: "Second Street, No. 9."
The third letter: "Third Street, No. 7."
The fourth letter: "Fourth Street, No. 10."
The fifth letter: "Fifth Street, No. 3."
The sixth letter: "Sixth Street, No. 9."
The seventh letter: "Seventh Street, No. 7."
The eighth letter: "Eighth Street, No. 1."
The ninth letter: "Ninth Street, No. 3."
The tenth letter: "Tenth Street, No. 9."
The eleventh letter: "Eleventh Street, No. 7."
The twelfth letter: "Twelfth Street, No. 1."
The thirteenth letter: "Thirteenth Street, No. 3."
"Hah … Maine, huh?" After Feng Bujue read the addresses of the thirteen letters, his first reaction was to mock them. "This script is written from the memory of Stephen King, who wrote most of his stories in Maine, right?"
As he spoke, he had already put the stack of envelopes into his bicycle bag. Then, he took out the mini map and used three minutes to memorize it in his mind.
Finally, he picked up the 'workbook' given to him by Commissioner Nelson and placed it before his eyes.
Item Name: Ortakul Town Postman Workbook
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: It records the code of conduct for the postman in Ortakul Town and some necessary knowledge.
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: I am not a calculative person. My requirement is very simple: punctuality and determination.
— Norman Nelson. "
"Hah … You are indeed not a petty person …" Feng Bujue looked at the item description and chuckled. "You are a mad old man who kills without blinking an eye …"
Then, he got on the bicycle. With one hand on the wheel and the other holding the workbook, he rode out of the backyard of the post office.
Brother Jue was a multitasker, so he thought … he could read the workbook while riding the bicycle. That way, he could combine the time he needed to travel and the time he had set. After all, the streets of the town were empty. He only needed to look at the road from the corner of his eyes and make sure he did not fall into the ditch …
"Hmm … Riding a bike in winter without gloves sure is f * cking cold …" After Feng Bujue rode the bike to the street, he took in a few deep breaths of the humid air. He felt refreshed and chilled to the bone. So … he decided to sing a song to warm himself up. "The first fog of 2002 ~ It came later than usual ~"
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