"I see …" The moment he saw the number, the pieces of information in Feng Bujue's mind instantly twisted together to form a complete chain of clues. "Thirteen pictures, thirteen coordinates, thirteen nouns that point to 'a certain place' … Just enough to lead me to the thirteen command codes." As he said this, he had already turned around and walked towards the bicycle. "Because only the phantom postman knows everyone's command codes, so … in every illustration, I can find the tire prints he left behind when he passed by …"
Brother Jue kicked up the bicycle's support frame and climbed onto the seat. "Hmm … Although the inference itself is valid, I can't rule out the possibility of 'coincidence' or 'special cases' … To be on the safe side, I should follow the order of the newspaper's page and step on every coordinate …"
He had considered this thoroughly. After all, he had only confirmed one clue so far, so he couldn't just jump to conclusions. He had to go to at least three places, find three suspected command codes, and match them with the recipients one by one to be completely sure that his inference was correct.
...
To cut the long story short, twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue arrived at the third page of the newspaper … the place where the second picture … was recorded.
Following the coordinates and the nouns, he found the number "16" at the bottom of a trash can … This was the command code of Number Two.
Then, without stopping, he went to the location of the third illustration — a farm west of the town. On a fence by the farm, he found three painted numbers — "219".
After receiving this three-digit number, he naturally went straight to the residence of the fat man number three and knocked on the door of the recipient's room.
This time, Brother Jue didn't waste any time. When the person answered the door, he said, "Command code 219, take the letter for me."
In the end, Number Three really did take the letter.
At this point, Feng Bujue's inference was basically confirmed. What he needed to do next was no longer difficult … He just needed to design the most time-saving and efficient route in his mind, then follow this route to explore the ten locations where the command codes were recorded, and let the remaining ten fat men accept the letter. Then, the side mission would be considered completed.
Although the final completion time was a little longer than he initially expected, he should be able to finish it before eight o 'clock in the evening. There were still four hours before the mission requirement of "before midnight", which was more than enough time.
At that time, Brother Jue … did plan this way. However, his plan changed not long after.
...
In the afternoon, 4: 15.
Brother Jue, who had explored five coordinates according to the established route, suddenly stopped.
"F * ck … I'm stupid!" He stopped in the middle of the road and cursed to himself. "Such an obvious pattern … I should've noticed it earlier …"
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he immediately turned the bicycle around and headed towards the nearest recipient's address.
Ten minutes later, Feng Bujue arrived at Number Thirteen's porch.
The command code of this recipient was a 14-digit number, and Brother Jue hadn't checked the coordinates of the code, but he still knocked on the door firmly.
"You again …" After Number Thirteen opened the door, he stared at Brother Jue through the crack of the door and said, "I told you, without the command code, I won't …"
"Wait a second," Feng Bujue interrupted him, took out his phone, and tapped on it for a while. About five seconds later, he handed over the thirteenth letter with his other hand and quickly said, "3028751 10659225."
After he finished speaking, the fat man was stunned for two seconds, which made Feng Bujue quite nervous …
Fortunately, after two seconds, Number Thirteen obediently took the letter and said gloomily, "Damn it …"
"Humph … Perfect." Feng Bujue smiled.
At that moment, he had completely deciphered the pattern of the codes on the thirteen fat men. Without checking the coordinates given by the newspaper, he could name all thirteen codes.
Furthermore, using this' pattern ', he knew that … there was an anomaly among the thirteen fat men.
…
Evening, 6: 30 pm.
Feng Bujue rode his bicycle to the door of a motel on the western side of town.
By then, his side mission, Send out all the letters before midnight, had been completed. This was because he didn't go to any of the coordinates given by the newspaper to look for the codes. Instead, he ran to all the addresses of the remaining recipients and gave them the command codes of the fat men so that they could accept the letters.
And the effect of completing the side quest ahead of time was … when Brother Jue sent out the last letter, he received three new quests consecutively.
"Investigate and solve the reason why Enoch was late.
"Try to join the Last Supper.
"Decipher the scenario's worldview before the main mission is completed."
These three missions were all classified as hidden missions.
Of course, for Feng Bujue, this was not a bad thing. In fact, this kind of development was exactly what he wanted.
"Hmm … According to the map, this is the only motel in town. If Enoch (Brother Jue deduced that Enoch was the name of the man in the felt hat) is an outsider like me, and he arrived yesterday, there is a high probability that he spent the night here." Brother Jue thought to himself as he walked to the entrance of the motel. "But … I can't rule out the possibility that he has relatives in town, or that he hooked up with a girl in the bar last night."
While he was thinking, he pushed open the door of the motel.
"Humph … It's open, isn't it?" The moment Feng Bujue opened the door, he knew that he had come to the right place.
Although Otaku Town was huge, there were only a few buildings that players could enter. It was rare to come across a place that could be entered, so it must be something special.
A few seconds later, Feng Bujue walked through a short corridor and came to a counter. "Is anyone here?" Since there was no bell on the counter, Brother Jue could only rely on his voice to call for help.
"If there's no one here, I'll help myself!" He waited for a moment, and when no one responded, he shouted again.
But the result was the same. There was no one here.
"Very good." Feng Bujue smiled, walked to the counter, lifted the counter, and walked in.
The first thing he did was to flip through the thick register on the table and find the name "Enoch".
"Hmm … There seems to be quite a lot of people staying here …" As Brother Jue flipped through the register, he was surprised to find that there were quite a lot of names on the register. According to the register, 70% of the rooms in the motel were occupied.
"Most of the people staying in the motel are from outside the town …" Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "I can try to communicate with them later and see if I can get any information."
He quickly memorized some room numbers and the names of the occupants. Then, he turned around and took out the key to room 204 that Enoch had checked in from the key cabinet behind the counter. Humming a tune, he went up to the second floor.
Small motels like this usually did not have elevators. Feng Bujue walked up the stairs and walked down a corridor that was covered in red carpet. It was dimly lit, and he soon found Room 204.
He stood in front of the door and pondered for two seconds. Then … he inserted the key, opened the door, quickly raised the shotgun, and aimed at every angle in the room.
After confirming that there was no obvious threat in his line of sight, he quickly stepped into the house and imitated the actions and order of the police searching the house in the police movies. He searched the back of the door, under the bed, in the bathroom, and all the other corners and blind spots.
Throughout the whole process, he did not speak, and even his footsteps were very low. It was quiet, fast, and accurate.
Unfortunately, in a single-player Nightmare Instance Dungeon, there weren't many small monsters. His professional clearing process was just a waste of his emotions …
After circling the room, Brother Jue went back to the door, closed it, and let out a long sigh.
"Okay …" He put the shotgun on the cabinet next to the door and looked at the empty room. "I can officially search now …"
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