Feng Bujue spent half an hour inspecting Room 204 in detail.
Then, he sat on the bed and fell into deep contemplation ….
"The wardrobe is empty, and there are no coats or pants in the suitcase, only a limited amount of underwear and socks … This means that he didn't plan to stay out too long. Regardless of whether the interview was successful or not, he would have returned home before tomorrow …" Brother Jue quickly recalled all the information he had just collected. "Although he went to the bar last night, considering that he had an interview early in the morning, he wouldn't have drunk too much or stayed out too late … His complexion before he died can also prove this point … At least in the few seconds before his head was blown off, he looked quite energetic, without any hangover or lack of sleep." He glanced at the bedsheet again. "Judging from the hair and smell left on the bed, he did spend the night in Room 204 … And this morning, he even washed up leisurely and shaved before leaving the house …"
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue frowned slightly. He rubbed his chin and said, "Hmm … all the signs indicate that Enoch was very calm until he left the hotel room in the morning. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all." He paused for a moment. "Then the question is … After he left the hotel and before he entered the post office … What happened?"
At this moment, all the clues he had collected so far flashed in front of Brother Jue's eyes. His mind reacted instinctively, giving him one inference after another. He unfolded each inference one by one, weaving a deductive spider web …
"Speaking of which … Where is his car?" A moment later, Feng Bujue touched something at the edge of the "spider web". His eyes moved slightly, and he thought, "I've been in town for so long, and not only have I not seen any pedestrians, but I haven't even seen a single car …" He stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "This Enoch brother … He couldn't have walked all the way to this remote town with his suitcase, right?"
Brother Jue thought as he walked to the door of the room. He planned to visit the other guests in the hotel with the shotgun and ask them what they knew.
However, just as he picked up his gun and was about to touch the doorknob, he heard the sound of a key entering the lock …
Feng Bujue reacted quickly. He immediately took three steps back and raised his gun to aim.
Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open …
"If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time in this hotel …" The person outside the door was still calm after seeing Brother Jue with a gun. "Mr. Dave."
Feng Bujue took a closer look. Standing in the corridor was a balding, slightly plump old black man. The man looked to be in his sixties. He was dressed in a dark-green administrator uniform and had a bunch of keys on his waist.
"Who are you?" Feng Bujue pointed his gun at the other party and asked coldly, "How do you know my name?"
"I'm the administrator here. You can call me Mr. M." "As for your name … I've known it for a long time. I've known you for as long as you can remember."
"Oh? You're my relative? "Feng Bujue responded.
"I know you better than your relatives, Dave," Mr. M. replied. "I know that you wet your bed when you were in third grade. I know that you're allergic to lettuce. I know that your best childhood playmate died of a drug overdose. I also know the names of all your girlfriends."
"What's going on … distant relative? Stalker? What nonsense? " Although Brother Jue had many guesses in his mind, his own understanding of Dave was limited. Even if the other party was talking nonsense, he had no way of knowing.
"It seems that you know a lot …" Feng Bujue remained calm and threw out a tentative question. "Then can you please tell me … Enoch, he …"
"Actually, you don't have to worry about the car." Before Brother Jue finished, Mr. M cut in. "You'll understand if you think about it …" he said darkly. "Your own car … counts as entering the small town?"
Hearing this, Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly. "I see …" He realized that not only were there no cars or pedestrians in this town, but there were also no tire tracks or footprints. After walking around the town for a day, all he saw were his own footprints and tire tracks.
"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. M." Two seconds later, Brother Jue continued, "If it's convenient … Can you explain why you already know what I want to ask you before I even say it?"
"Hahaha …" Mr. M. returned a meaningful smile, then ignored Brother Jue's question and said, "The 'Last Supper' will begin at eight o 'clock. You have less than an hour to attend the banquet."
After that, he turned and walked down the corridor.
"Wait!" Feng Bujue quickly walked forward, wanting to stop him and ask for an explanation.
But when he reached the door, there was no one in the corridor.
Mr. M. left his sight for less than a second, but it was in this second that Brother Jue lost track of him …
…
Because of Mr. M.'s appearance, Brother Jue changed his original plan of "knocking on the door and asking questions" to a more direct and faster method …
He went straight to the counter on the first floor, took out all the keys in the key cabinet, and opened all the doors in the hotel room one by one.
Although he was prepared to raise his gun every time he entered the room, there was no one in the room …
Feng Bujue wasted another ten minutes in the hotel, but he still found nothing.
At 7: 22 p.m., he walked out of the hotel door and got on his bicycle again.
"Motherf * cker …" He cursed as he pedaled. "Telling me the time limit for dinner but not the location … What's the use of that?!"
This was not the only problem that annoyed him. At the moment, he had another worry, and that was his Stamina Points. 6924800 might have been enough in a normal scenario, but in a scenario like this where physical strength was measured by physical strength, it was a state where his muscles ached and needed rest.
Unfortunately, the situation before him did not allow Feng Bujue to rest.
Brother Jue had a feeling that … at this stage of the scenario, he was very close to completing it perfectly.
Even though he was not one hundred percent sure, at this point, he could use God mode to explain …
Actually, the most important hidden index in this scenario was' time ', or rather,' action efficiency '.
'Arrive at Narson's office before 9 am' was a good example. The scenario where Enoch's head was blown up and the 'punctuality' that was emphasized in the post office manual were both hints.
The main mission, 'Obtain the approval of the Specter Postman and become the new postman of Ortaku Town', was ambiguous; it was not a clear instruction.
The real factor that decided the difficulty of the scenario was' time '.
At the start of the scenario, if the player did not meet Narson before 9 am, the difficulty of the scenario would increase, and the content of the side mission would change. The chain reaction would be … the time taken to complete the side mission would increase, and the time taken to complete the side mission would be the benchmark for triggering the hidden mission.
If the player completed it one hour earlier, they would receive 'Solve the scenario's worldview before completing the main mission'; if the player completed it three hours earlier, they would receive 'Investigate and solve the reason why Enoch was late'; if they wanted to receive 'Try to join the Last Supper' … they had to complete it five hours earlier.
In other words, the difficulty and ending of the scenario were closely related to the player's action efficiency. The faster they completed this step, the easier the next step would be. On the other hand, if they were late one step, they would be late all the time. If they did not correct their mistake as soon as possible, the later part of the scenario would snowball. Even if the player was lucky enough to survive, at most, they would only be able to complete the mission before midnight.
Now, Feng Bujue had used his outstanding performance to walk on time … on the easiest and most profitable route to clear the scenario.
But … there was still a chance that he would fail.
Thirty-eight minutes, less than seven hundred Stamina Points, broken clues …
To complete the scenario perfectly, he had to overcome these factors and arrive at the banquet within the time limit.
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