Tenth Street, Number 9.
Like all the previous recipients, it was an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard. There was no mailbox in front of the door.
After parking his bicycle, Feng Bujue carried his backpack and held his shotgun. He quickly stepped onto the porch in front of the house.
Bang bang bang —
"Open the door!" He shouted as he knocked on the door.
I don't need to tell you what happened next … Not long after, a fat man wearing slippers came down from the second floor. He opened the door a crack and stood in the shadows. He asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"The postman." Feng Bujue raised his temporary work ID and waved it in front of the fat man. He then put away the ID and took out an envelope. "I'm here to deliver a letter."
"I … won't accept it." The fat man's reaction was the same as the previous nine.
Click —
Feng Bujue took the opportunity to raise his shotgun and put the muzzle through the crack. He said in a deep voice, "Are you going to accept it or not?"
"You … what are you going to do?" Although the fat man showed fear, he didn't run away.
"Do you want the letter or the bullet? You choose." Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like he was joking at all. When necessary, he could be very ruthless.
"No … don't kill me …" The fat man raised his hands and surrendered. "Even if you shoot, I won't accept it … unless …"
"Unless I give you your command code?" Feng Bujue said, picking up where the man left off.
"Okay …" The fat man nodded.
"Tsk …" Brother Jue snorted and thought to himself, "Threatening with force doesn't work …"
Two seconds later, he put down the gun and said, "How many digits is your command code?"
"Eleven," the fat man answered truthfully.
After getting the answer, Feng Bujue turned around and ran to his bicycle.
…
In the next forty minutes, Brother Jue visited the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth recipients.
The last three, without exception, were all fatties. Their voices, personalities, reactions, and so on … were all the same as the first ten recipients.
Feng Bujue didn't want to waste any more time with these guys. He had already probed them as much as he could, so other than the number of digits in the command code, he didn't ask anything else.
At 2: 50 pm, Brother Jue once again came to the abandoned mailbox in the cemetery.
At this moment, there was an envelope on the ground next to the mailbox.
Although there was no wind, there was still a rock on top of the envelope.
"He really wrote back …" Feng Bujue mumbled to himself as he walked over to pick up the letter.
It was an earthen-yellow envelope. Holding it in his hand, he could feel that there was only a thin piece of paper inside. Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter inside. Then … he found something very puzzling — both sides of the letter were blank.
"Again?" Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain, "Invisible ink? The Wordless Heavenly Book? "His complaint was the same as when he received the" newspaper ".
As he spoke, he took the letter in front of his eyes and carefully examined it to make sure that there were no traces or scents on the paper.
"Hmm … What does this mean …" Feng Bujue muttered to himself. He subconsciously held his right elbow with his left hand, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly together. He traced his forehead and the tip of his nose. This habitual thinking action allowed his mind to work more smoothly. "If this piece of paper simply fell next to the mailbox, it might be misunderstood as a discarded piece of paper. But right now, this piece of paper is in an envelope, and it is pressed down by a rock … This setting tells me that this piece of paper is indeed a 'reply'. "
After thinking for a while, he suddenly had an idea, "Eh? Could it be … "
The next second, Brother Jue took out the newspaper from his satchel and flipped to the blank pages, "An indirect hint …" Thinking of this, he simply sat on the ground, holding the letter in one hand and the newspaper in the other. He muttered, "This' reply 'does indeed have no content … But the' no content 'part can also be a hint." His gaze moved to the newspaper. "It's hinting to me … 'The answer is in a seemingly blank space'."
With this in mind, Feng Bujue tore off the first page of the newspaper.
The front of the page was the meaningless headline, and the back of the page was the second page with no text, only a picture.
The picture on the second page was a picture of a brick wall, and in front of the wall stood a tree. At first glance, it looked like a picture of a landscape, but upon closer inspection … there were bicycle tracks on the ground at the bottom of the picture.
"Okay, let me take a look … The paper quality of this newspaper is normal, so it's impossible for it to show fire or water …" Feng Bujue held the 'experiment' in his hand and pondered. "The only thing I can try now is …" As he thought about it, his hand reached for the shotgun, but one second later, he pulled his hand back. "Wait a minute … If the item needed to solve the riddle is the gunpowder in the bullet, then Brother Spectre should have given me the riddle after I got the shotgun …" He scratched his chin. "In other words … the item needed to make the hint appear was already with me at the time …"
Then, like a child in a science class, Brother Jue showed great interest. He took out a bunch of props from his pocket and arranged them in a row on the grass.
"Let's do this one by one …" Then, he raised the first prop.
In the next five minutes, he first tried to read the content of the newspaper through the camera on his phone. Then, he used a pen and a pencil to draw a small area on the paper. Then, he used a coin, a key, and a credit card to scratch a few areas on the newspaper.
Unfortunately, all these attempts ended in failure …
"Hmm … This is not right either. I have to change my approach …" He picked up the salt flask and muttered. This was the last item that he had that could be used to solve the riddle.
Hiss …
Thankfully … this last attempt worked. When the white salt was sprinkled on the newspaper, plumes of white smoke rose from the paper, and there was a slight burnt smell in the smoke. This was obviously not the reaction of paper when it came into contact with salt …
[14.52, 7.66, Tree Trunk] A few seconds later, a line of smoky words appeared on the blank page next to the illustration.
"Ha! Got it! " Feng Bujue's smile appeared at the same time as the words on the newspaper appeared. He did not expect that the key to solving the riddle would be the salt flask found on the felt-hat bro.
After the experiment was successful, the next step was simple. Brother Jue followed the instructions and deciphered the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper. In total, he obtained thirteen similar messages.
"If I'm not mistaken … the first two numbers are the coordinates." After Feng Bujue memorized all the hints, his expression relaxed. "Since it's down to two decimal places, it's probably to match the mini map that I have with me. And the nouns that follow each coordinate undoubtedly have to be combined with the 'illustration'. "
At this moment, Brother Jue roughly understood the meaning of these hints. Coincidentally, the coordinates on the second page were the ones that were closest to him. Therefore, in order to verify his conjecture, he quickly packed up his things, returned to the bicycle, and headed there.
In less than five minutes, Feng Bujue arrived at the coordinates of 14.52, 7.66 on the mini map. Due to the size of the map, he could not stand on a specific spot. At most, he could only get close to it. He looked around and saw the brick wall in the illustration and the big tree planted in front of the wall.
"A tree trunk …" Feng Bujue parked the bicycle and walked over with the shotgun.
He cautiously approached the target step by step, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster and attack him. However, the result proved that … he was overthinking. The tree in front of him was just a normal tree. There were no flags or events in this location.
The only valuable thing there was an Arabic number engraved on the tree trunk — 1.
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