Feng Bujue hummed a song. After riding for less than 20 meters, he flipped open the Ortaku Town Postman Manual with one hand.
Then … Thankfully, his singing stopped.
"This manual is compiled and organized by Norman Nelson. If you have any questions, please come to my office to talk to me in private." Feng Bujue read out the sentence printed on the first page of the manual. He laughed dryly and turned the page.
"As you can see, this manual is very thin. To save on printing costs, I removed the table of contents." That was the content on the second page.
"Hey! That sentence of yours took up an entire page! Replace this paragraph with a table of contents … What's the difference in cost?! "Feng Bujue complained as he turned the manual to the third page.
On this page, there was indeed a lot of substantive content. The title at the top read, "The Postman's Rules".
Below that were a few relevant rules. One, the postmen of this town must carry the relevant documents with them when they work. If they deliver without a document, they will be responsible for the consequences. Two, punctuality is our basic rule. Please deliver the letter and parcel before the deadline. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences. Three, determination is very important. No matter what kind of dangerous situation you face, you must not waver. You must have the recipient accept the letter. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences. Four, bicycles are our partners. We have to treat them like family. If you cause serious damage to the bicycles at the post office, you will be responsible for the consequences …
"Consequences at your own risk … consequences at your own risk … consequences at your own risk … consequences at your own risk …" Feng Bujue scanned the list, and after every item, they were all the same. "Are you sure the meaning behind these words is not 'shoot you'?" He thought about it. "Speaking of which … I've been to the post office, and other than Narson, I didn't see a single worker. Could it be that … all the workers have been shot by him?" He thought about it again. "Wait a minute … not only the post office … the streets and alleys of this town are all empty …"
Just as Brother Jue was lost in his thoughts, he heard a ringing sound coming from behind him. "Ding Ling Ling …"
"Again?" With his previous experience, Feng Bujue naturally knew where the sound came from. He immediately turned to the source of the sound, and as he expected, he saw the tire print of a bicycle that was heading his way.
"Hey! Brother Jue, how are you? "Brother Jue put away the workbook and grabbed the handlebars with both hands. After some adjustments, he came to the side of the "invisible bicycle" and moved parallel to it. "Can you hear me?" He attempted to communicate with the invisible cyclist through words.
However … what happened in the next second shocked Feng Bujue deeply.
At that moment, Feng Bujue only saw a white light flash in front of his eyes. Then, he heard a piercing sound.
By the time he regained his senses, he had already fallen to the ground along with the carriage, and his entire body was emitting a faint burnt smell …
"What's the situation?" Brother Jue sat up with a confused expression. He wanted to find the man's location again, but by then, the tire had already disappeared. Even the sound of the bicycle chain could no longer be heard.
He looked at the game menu again and realized that his Life Points had dropped by fifty percent in one go … The only good thing was that there were no wounds or lasting debuffs left behind.
"I just greeted him and he shocked me with a stun baton?" Feng Bujue was confused. "Talking to him will trigger an attack?"
He sat for a minute, and after making sure that his body was fine, he stood up again. "Who the hell is this guy …" He patted the dirt off his body gloomily and picked up the bicycle. "If he is the 'Phantom Postman', then my main mission seems to be going to be difficult …"
With that in mind, something crossed Feng Bujue's eyes. "Eh? Could it be … "He took out the workbook from his pocket again and flipped through a few pages. Then he laughed." Ha! There really is! "
Brother Jue flipped to the chapter with the title 'About the Phantom Postman'.
One, do not talk about the Phantom Postman; two, do not talk about the Phantom Postman; three, do not talk about the Phantom Postman!
Those were the first three rules of the chapter …
"Hey, hey … How many times do I have to play the Fight Club gag before I'm satisfied?" Feng Bujue scanned through the first three lines and continued to read.
"Four, the Phantom Postman is a legendary employee at the Otaku Post Office. He has maintained a record of no absences, no returns, and no delays for fifteen years."
"Is it because he's a ghost?" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes.
"Five, the Phantom Postman is always on the move."
"Hmm … I can see that." Feng Bujue complained as he read through the workbook.
"Six, because the Phantom Postman is always on the move, please do not disturb him or suffer the consequences."
"The consequences are that you lose half of your HP if you say hello …" Brother Jue said as he flipped to the next page.
"Seven, if you want to communicate with the Phantom Postman, please write down the content on paper and send it as a letter to the abandoned mailbox next to the graveyard in the north of the town."
"Damn … How do you know this kind of thing? Is this the conclusion of being electrocuted countless times? "Feng Bujue asked." Eh? Wait … This workbook was written by Narson, he should know something … "His expression changed slightly." But this old guy is good at shooting, and he's ruthless. I feel that it's a bit difficult to get information from him … "
"Eight, special reminder — the Phantom Postman's" Spiritual Shock "cannot be isolated by insulators. If you want to wear an insulated suit to challenge him, I suggest you save it."
"Very well … I can save it." Feng Bujue had indeed come up with such a plan, but after reading the eighth rule, this plan did not exist.
"Nine, remember, the Phantom Postman does not need your help or sympathy. Everything he does is voluntary. If you have any opinions about this, you can come to the director's office to seek my response."
"Hmm?" Brother Jue instantly smelled the scent of a conspiracy from this ninth … and also the last one. "This one … feels like it's trying to hide something from me …"
His mind raced again as he went through the nine (in fact, seven) descriptions of the Phantom Postman in his mind several times. Soon … he came up with a plan.
Of course, the time to execute this plan was not now. Brother Jue's top priority now … was to deliver the letter.
"This is getting more and more interesting …" When Feng Bujue said this sentence, it usually meant that … he already knew some key information.
"Let me think … the direction of the First Street …" He put away the workbook, picked up the satchel from the ground, and slung it over his body. Then, he got on the bicycle. "Hmm … that way …"
…
Half an hour later, Feng Bujue used up half of his stamina points, and he finally arrived at the door of First Street No.3.
He did not choose to deliver the letter from the nearest to the nearest post office. Instead, he delivered it according to the address. Although this would take more time, this route allowed him to explore a few of the more interesting places on the way.
"Is this it …" Feng Bujue looked at the two-story house in front of him and said, "The house looks pretty good, but there is not even a mailbox in front of the house."
Actually … even if this house had a mailbox, it would be useless. Stuffing the letter into the mailbox did not count as completing the mission. He had to personally hand it to the recipient and let the recipient express their "willingness to accept", then the mission progress would change.
"Sigh … I have no choice but to knock on the door." Brother Jue sighed, parked the bicycle, and quickly walked through the front yard in front of the house. He walked to the porch.
Knock knock knock —
After knocking on the door three times, he shouted, "Is anyone home?"
After a short silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house. Then … there was the sound of a fat man wearing slippers coming down the stairs.
Some people might say, "You can tell whether someone is fat or thin from the sound of their footsteps?
I can only say … Brother Jue can tell. "
Click —
Moments later, the door opened a gap. Since the person in the house did not remove the chain lock, the door could only be opened so wide.
"Who are you looking for?" There was no light in the house. The house owner stood in the darkness behind the door and asked in a weak voice.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied honestly. He really did not know … because other than the address on the envelope, the contents were all blurry.
"Then get out!" The house owner's reaction was quick. He cursed and slammed the door.
Knock knock knock knock —
Brother Jue immediately knocked on the door five more times.
"What the hell do you want?" The owner opened the door a crack and roared impatiently.
"I'm from the Post Office." Feng Bujue took out his simple temporary work permit and waved it in front of the door. His tone, his posture, it was as if he was saying, "I'm from the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"So?" The house owner's attitude softened a little. He threw out a question to test the waters.
"Do you live here alone?" Feng Bujue also asked a question.
"What does that have to do with you?" The house owner asked back.
"It's okay if you don't answer." Feng Bujue replied indifferently and handed the envelope over. "If you live here alone, this letter is for you. If there are other people living with you, you can help pass it to them. " He paused for a moment. "Anyway, I have already sent the letter. How you want to deal with it is up to you." He extended the envelope a little. "Take it, what are you waiting for?"
"No … I don't want it." At this moment, the house owner's tone suddenly became very strange. "Go away … I don't want this letter."
His words were very strange … He did not say "you sent it to the wrong place", but "I don't want it." In other words … he admitted that the letter was sent to the right place, but … he did not want it.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue did not expect such a reaction. He stared at the shadow behind the door. "Are you crazy? It's just a letter, not a bomb. Why don't you want it? "
The house owner heard this and was silent for a few seconds. Then … he whispered, "Open it and see for yourself …"
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