"He sure knows how to have fun …" Feng Bujue looked at the newspaper in the bicycle pocket and his mouth twitched slightly.
Although he was somewhat dissatisfied and had some doubts, he still endured it …
If he turned around and asked the ghost postman loudly, there were only two outcomes: one, he would be ignored; two, he would be electrocuted.
"There's no other way … Let's see what he wants …" After the buzzing sound went away, Brother Bujue simply parked the bicycle, took out the newspaper from the bicycle pocket, and slowly unfolded it in front of his eyes.
The first thing that caught his eye was the name of the publication itself: [Otaku Town Pioneer]
Then, there was the headline: [Ghost Postman Wins Otaku Post Office Employee of the Year Award Again]
What was quite funny was that the picture accompanying this news was just a landscape photo with no one around …
"This reporter is quite hardworking. If the tire marks on the ground were not drawn by him … It means that he really caught Brother Ghost riding a bicycle." Feng Bujue read the newspaper and read, "Wait … Before this … In such a small town, there was a newspaper?"
[No matter if it was windy, rainy, scorching sun, hailstorm, typhoon, fog … We couldn't see the ghost postman running around. But we all know very well that he has always been at his post, conscientious, shining, and contributing to the construction of a harmonious and beautiful Otaku Town. Of course, his achievements are inseparable from the wise leadership of the town's postmaster, Mr. Norman Nelson. It is also inseparable from the great Otaku spirit that the town upholds.]
"The writer of this article is a new member of Beep Society, isn't he?" After reading the first part of the article, Feng Bujue could not help but grumble. "Classic bullsh * t, classic twist, and classic flattery …"
The rest of the report was basically the same. It mainly listed some "deeds" of the ghost postman's diligent work and forcibly took some of the credit to the "leaders".
So … It was not easy to be a model worker these days. If you want to enjoy the honor you have earned, you have to thank the country, the party, and your leaders.
"Hmm... This is the daily newspaper on Christmas Day. Most of the news reported on it should be yesterday's news..." After Feng Bujue finished reading the first page of the newspaper, he glanced at the date in the corner. "However, this headline doesn't seem to have much value. I already knew this from the post office's manual," he muttered as he flipped through the newspaper.
Unexpectedly, when he flipped to the second page of the newspaper, something strange happened.
"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and flipped through a few more pages. Soon, he discovered that other than the headline on the front page and the advertisement at the end of the page (an advertisement for a bicycle), there was not a single word in the middle of the stack of newspapers in his hand. But … the layout on each page had already been arranged, and the illustrations had already been inserted.
"Invisible ink? Wordless Heavenly Book? " Two thoughts quickly flashed through Feng Bujue's mind. His gaze moved rapidly across the paper, looking for clues.
After he carefully examined it, he confirmed that it was true that the words were not printed.
"This is quite f * cking creative …" Brother Jue laughed. "Is this really a newspaper or an English test paper to 'talk through pictures'?"
As he joked around, he quickly flipped through the blank pages of the newspaper and memorized the contents of all the illustrations.
Not sure if it was a coincidence … the number of illustrations was a total of thirteen.
…
Ten minutes later, Brother Jue, who was heading north, arrived at the location of the "shop" on the map.
Like the other shops in the town, the door was closed, and there was a "CLOSED" sign hanging on the door. Looking through the glass door, he was sure that there was no one in the shop, and it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.
"Oh … as expected." Feng Bujue looked at the door of the shop and smiled bitterly.
Two seconds later, he got off the bicycle and parked it. Then … he picked up a large stone on the side of the road.
Bang bang bang!
He swung his arm and hit the glass door three times. In the end … only a small white dot was left on the glass. There was not even a crack. His arm, on the other hand, was numb from the impact.
"Is this necessary …" Feng Bujue took two steps back and threw the stone away. "Is this bulletproof glass?"
He really did not understand why the glass door of an ordinary grocery store was so sturdy.
"This is too much …" Brother Jue panted. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out the Nokia 3310.
"Stop!" Suddenly, the ethereal female voice that had appeared once before rang out again.
Feng Bujue heard it and quickly stopped. He turned around and scanned the area.
"Sure enough … this fellow is not a 'human' either …" While searching for her in the fog, he thought to himself, "She was clearly blocked on the other side of the 'bridge' earlier, and now she has reappeared in the town …"
"How did you enter the town?" Feng Bujue could not find her specific location, so he decided to ask her a few questions first. "Is there a rescue team outside the town?"
"I … have been here all this time. I have never left," the woman replied.
Her voice echoed in the fog. It was difficult to find the source of her voice.
"Then, let me ask you this …" Facing this answer that was as good as nothing, Feng Bujue immediately changed his question. "How did you cross that bridge?"
But this time, the woman ignored Brother Jue's question and said, "Dave, I can't explain too much to you, but you have to believe me. I want to help you …" she sounded very sincere. "Don't destroy the buildings in this town. It won't do you any good … and it will cause irreparable consequences."
"I can believe you," Feng Bujue said. "But you have to answer me first. How did you …"
Bang bang bang bang —
At that moment, the sound of hurried chains came from all around them, and it drowned out Feng Bujue's voice.
"What's going on?" Feng Bujue was shocked. Judging from the sound, there were at least twenty old-fashioned bicycles riding at the same time. "Is there more than one phantom postman?"
At the same time, the ethereal female voice suddenly shouted, "This is your chance! Open your eyes! "Her voice pierced through the noise and reached Brother Jue's ears.
"Open … my eyes?" Feng Bujue knew that the man's order was important, but he could not understand the meaning behind it because his eyes … were undeniably open.
Fortunately, his confusion did not last long.
The next second, there was a sudden change!
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