Gurgle gurgle … Gurgle gurgle gurgle …
The sound of liquid bubbling suddenly appeared in Feng Bujue's ears.
At the same second, he realized something — his eyes were closed.
The scenery before his eyes disappeared, and he was surrounded by darkness.
The cold mist around him seemed to have thickened by dozens of times in an instant, firmly wrapping around him.
"What's going on?" Feng Bujue gasped. "Have I been attacked by some kind of mental attack? Why do I feel like my body, including my lungs … are filled with liquid? And … there is no sense of discomfort … "
Di! Di!
At that moment, he heard two more beeps.
Then came a voice that sounded very similar to the system audio. "Warning, Tester 8775 is waking up … Warning, Tester 8775 is waking up …"
"Hey! Who is responsible for that cabin! "
"It's Anton, sir. He has gone for lunch, sir. "
"Then hurry up and move your ass, go over there and do it for him!"
"Yes! Sir! "
This muffled conversation that came from an unknown place rang out a few seconds later.
"Who is it?" Feng Bujue wanted to ask, but he soon realized that he could not open his mouth. He could only ask in his heart, 'What kind of development is this … Where am I?'
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a mountain, and this simple thought caused a splitting headache.
"My whole body is weak, all my senses are reduced to the level of a vegetable, and I can't even open the game menu …" Feng Bujue did not panic, he quickly and calmly analyzed the situation. "No matter what … just like the woman said … I have to open my eyes as soon as possible. This is the perfect chance for me to understand the setting of this scenario."
"The concentration of the solution is increasing. Preparing for an emergency pulse. Counting down from five. Five, four, three …" The emotionless voice said again. Even though Brother Bujue did not fully understand what it was saying, he knew … this was probably bad news for him.
"Two, one …"
At the last second, at the last moment, Feng Bujue used his amazing willpower to resist the indescribable headache … and opened his eyes.
However, his vision only recovered for about a second.
A second later, a piercing pain that exceeded the limits of what a human brain could endure assaulted him, causing his body to violently convulse … Then, he fell into a state where he lost all five senses.
However … Brother Jue was no ordinary person. In that short second, he withstood the soreness of his retina and successfully "saw" something …
Through a layer of transparent, pale green liquid and two layers of glass (or at least, glass), he saw a person.
To be more precise, it was an adult man wearing a light-colored bodysuit floating in the liquid.
Moreover, the man's appearance … Feng Bujue had seen him once — the man in the felt hat.
…
"Ha … phew …"
It felt like only a moment had passed, yet it also felt like a long time had passed.
In short, when Feng Bujue regained control of his body, the first thing he did was take a deep breath.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was leaning against the glass door of the shop, sitting on the ground.
The surroundings were still shrouded in fog, and the 'ethereal female voice' and the sound of the bicycle chains … had disappeared.
And next to his hand … a blank piece of paper had appeared out of thin air.
"Hmm … It feels like I have 'returned' and somehow obtained a crucial item …" Feng Bujue glanced at the game menu. His Life Points and Stamina Points had not changed, and there was no debuff. "What I saw earlier should not be an illusion, and it did not appear to be a memory fragment. There is a very high chance that … it is a 'reality' that happened in real time." He patted the dust off his body, picked up the paper, and stood up. "In other words … this small town that I am in now, or rather … this' world '… might not be real."
This hypothesis changed Feng Bujue's train of thought. Ever since he entered the scenario, all of his knowledge and speculation had to be re-examined on this basis.
"Things are getting more and more complicated …" Even though he was thinking, Brother Jue did not stop moving. No matter what happened, there was one principle that would not change — there was nothing wrong with following the mission.
Therefore, as Feng Bujue mulled over the earlier plot, he got back on the bicycle and continued to move forward.
"Now, here comes the question … Am I playing the role of 'Dave' or the so-called 'Tester 8775'? Is Dave the name of Tester 8775, or is this a 'character' that Tester 8775 is playing? "Brother Jue thought." What kind of existence is that 'man in the felt hat'? Is he just a projection that appeared in my mind unconsciously, or is he a crucial clue? "
Feng Bujue struggled in the whirlpool of thought, searching for various possible answers.
The hypothesis about the 'clones' of the house owners was no longer important. If this was really a world that existed on the level of consciousness, then the appearance of these people would be meaningless … Even if they all looked like dogs, it would be reasonable.
He arranged his thoughts as he rode the bicycle, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the northern cemetery.
This was a very ordinary-looking cemetery … On the vast grassland, there were stone tombstones neatly erected one after another, and in front of each tombstone was a small mound slightly raised.
"Hmm … Where is that abandoned mailbox?" Feng Bujue pedaled the bicycle and moved down the path between the cemeteries, looking for the mailbox that could be used to contact the ghost postman.
Soon, he saw one at the western edge of the cemetery.
It was a dark green, cylindrical mailbox. There was a gap at the top for mail delivery, and the mailbox had the words' Otaku Town Post Office 'printed on it.
Feng Bujue parked the bicycle and walked to the back of the mailbox. He looked at the mailbox and realized that there was a very small circular lock tied to it.
"It doesn't look that hard to break …" He looked at the lock and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he decided not to use brute force to open it. "But … from the overall atmosphere of this scenario, I'd better not use brute force to break it open."
He walked back to the front of the mailbox and took out the blank letter paper and Dave's ballpoint pen. He placed the paper on top of the mailbox and started to write …
"Dear Mr. Ghost Postman, how are you?"
Considering the fact that he only had one piece of paper, it was impossible for him to change anything, so Brother Jue was very serious when he wrote the letter. Every sentence was written after careful deliberation.
"My name is Dave, a temporary postman at the Otaku Town Post Office.
[I think you still remember me … because we've met more than once today, and you even 'shocked' me once.]
"Of course, I have no problem with that … You did not do anything wrong. I am new here, and I don't know the rules. (Laugh)
"Back to the topic, the reason I am writing to you is because I have a few things that I wish to ask you.
[Firstly, can you tell me the command codes of the owners of No.7 Third Avenue, No.10 Fourth Avenue, No.3 Fifth Avenue, No.9 Sixth Avenue, No.7 Seventh Avenue, No.1 Eighth Avenue, No.3 Ninth Avenue, No.9 Tenth Avenue, No.7 Eleventh Avenue, No.1 Twelfth Avenue, and No.3 Thirteenth Avenue?]
"Second, I want to confirm with you, are you really working in this town voluntarily?
"Third, what kind of message is hidden in the newspaper that you gave me earlier?
"Fourth, I want to ask … why are all the shops in this town closed? Why can Commissioner Nelson kill people as he pleases? And … how can I 'gain your approval' to become the official postman of Otaku Town?
"If it is convenient, please answer my questions as soon as possible. Thank you very much.
"Sincerely, Dave."
After finishing the letter with what he thought was a neat handwriting, Feng Bujue looked through it again. After confirming that there was no problem with the content, he folded the letter and shoved it into the mailbox …
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