The night was getting darker.
It was 7: 28 in the morning and the fog was still thick. The only difference was that the street lamps were all lit up.
The damp air caused Feng Bujue's face and hands to go numb from the cold. He had no choice but to increase the speed of his pedaling to maintain the warmth in his body.
Although he did not know where the Last Supper was, he thought of a place to go. It was the post office on the north side of the town square.
Firstly, he could report to Nelson there. Secondly, Nelson was the only NPC who could communicate with him normally and provide him with some help. He could not go back to Sagittarius and Yang, and it was too late to write a letter to the Phantom Postman. As for Mr. M and the woman with the ethereal voice, they were both elusive. He could not find them. Thirdly, there were not many roads in the town. Unless he deliberately took a detour, there was only one route from the hotel to the post office. Therefore, Enoch must have taken this route this morning. If he followed the same route, he might be able to find out what happened to him.
"The visibility is getting lower and lower at night …" Brother Jue continued to move forward with the help of the street lamps. "Hmm … I suddenly feel that the empty streets are not so bad. At least I don't have to worry about bumping into something … F * ck!"
There were many things that could not be repeated. As the saying goes, whatever you say will happen.
Just as Feng Bujue was sighing, a rectangular shadow suddenly appeared in the fog before him. It was standing in the middle of the road.
In the next second, the front of the bicycle collided with the object with a loud clang. Brother Jue flew out of his seat.
"What the f * ck …" When they flew through the air, Feng Bujue even dragged out a curse. His voice was filled with frustration.
Before he could finish cursing, he fell to the ground.
It was a heavy fall. Brother Jue was stunned for a full 30 seconds after he landed on the ground. He roughly checked his body. His right arm was fractured, his ribs were cracked, and there were contusions and bruises all over his body.
The only thing he could be thankful for was the fact that the road was mostly made of mud and there were no rocks on the road. If he had fallen on a gravel road or a concrete road, his injuries would have been worse. He might not even be able to get up.
"Ptui …" Feng Bujue spat out a mouthful of blood (his lips were broken). He sat up and looked back.
He quickly recognized the object that he had hit. It was a hot dog stand.
"It's quite dangerous to stop in the middle of the road!" Feng Bujue could not help but shout at the stand.
Brother Jue did not know if it was the system's arrangement or a pure coincidence. He had been running back and forth in the town today, but he had not passed by this place. If he had passed by here during the day, he would not have hit. The visibility at that time was much better, and he was not as fast as he was now.
"Wait a minute … This doesn't look like a cart …" After a few seconds, Feng Bujue could see more clearly. He noticed that the hot dog stand did not have wheels at the bottom. Instead, it had four metal brackets inserted into the ground. "No wonder … I flew so far, but the stand didn't even shake. So it's fixed to the ground."
Due to time constraints and limited resources, Feng Bujue only sat on the ground for a minute before he stood up again. His pain tolerance was already very high. This level of injury was not enough to hinder his movement.
After he got up, he used his left hand to carry his satchel again. He picked up the shotgun that he had dropped not far away and walked towards the hot dog stand.
The stand had bread, sausages, and all kinds of seasonings and sauces needed to make hot dogs. However, there was no stand owner.
Feng Bujue did not hesitate. He placed the shotgun on the table and used his left hand to grab the bread and sausages and stuffed them into his mouth. After he stuffed a lump of food into his mouth, he still used his left hand … to pick up the mustard, ketchup, and sweet and spicy sauce bottles and poured a little of each into his mouth.
His way of eating was not so much intrepid … It was more disgusting. Of course, his tolerance for disgusting things was obvious to all. Examples like spoiled sandwiches and feces swamps will not be repeated here …
After eating two hot dogs, Brother Jue glanced at his status bar and grumbled with dissatisfaction, "Tsk … So little Life Points have been recovered …"
After the fall, his Life Points had dropped below thirty percent. Even after eating the hot dog, his Life Points only returned to thirty-three percent. This was definitely a loss … However, the hot dog had helped him recover almost five hundred Stamina Points, so the fall was not for nothing.
"Huh? What is this? " Just as Brother Jue was about to take the shotgun and leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse … of something stuck at the edge of the hot dog stand.
After picking up the item, he immediately let out a hollow laugh.
Item Name: Enoch's Wisdom Tooth
Item Type: Plot Item
Quality: Trash
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: The owner of this tooth was an extremely stingy person. One morning, he added too much mustard when he was eating a hot dog, and he lost his tooth because of the spiciness. He immediately asked the hot dog stand owner to compensate for his loss, but he was rejected and ridiculed by the stand owner. In a fit of anger, he silently stole a bottle of salt from the stand. — — —
"What kind of idiot is this?!" Brother Jue cursed after reading the item description.
At the same time, the system audio appeared in his ears. "Hidden Quest completed."
Feng Bujue opened the quest tab, and the quest to investigate and solve the reason why Enoch was late … was ticked off just like that.
"Hey …" Brother Jue's lips twitched, and he complained to himself, "How can this be … the reason he was late was because he was an idiot?"
Even though he complained, he knew the reason Enoch was late … was because he had gotten into an argument with the hot dog stand owner after losing his tooth.
"Oh well … no matter what, the quest is completed." Feng Bujue said as he tossed the tooth away and walked around the hot dog stand. "If the other two quests are as easy as this, then it'll be so easy …"
Obviously, he was overthinking things.
This hidden quest was obviously the easiest of the three. He only needed to find the related item, read the remark, and understand the meaning of the remark to complete the quest. But the next two quests would not be so easy …
…
After leaving the hot dog stand, it took another fifteen minutes for Feng Bujue, who was gasping for air, to reach the entrance of the post office.
By then, it was already 7: 46 am, and there were only fourteen minutes left until 8 am.
Because the front wheel of the bicycle was out of shape, Brother Jue had to abandon the bike and run all the way here.
It was not easy for him … Aside from his fractured right hand, he had to bear the pain from his ribs and the swelling all over his body while running. He also had to carry a heavy shotgun in his left hand. To be able to get there in fifteen minutes was already very fast.
"Hah … There's not much time left …" Brother Jue looked at his watch as he entered the post office. "I hope the 'Last Supper' is not far from here …"
He rushed up to the second floor and went straight to the director's office.
Knock knock knock —
At 7: 47 am, Brother Jue knocked on the door for the second time today.
"Please come in," Director Nelson responded immediately.
Before he finished, Feng Bujue pushed the door open and went straight to the director's desk. "Director, I've delivered all the letters."
"I know," Nelson replied. "I'm very satisfied with your performance."
"I'd like to ask you a question." Feng Bujue did not respond to the director's praise. Instead, he quickly asked, "Do you know where the 'Last Supper' is held?"
At this point, he did not have the time to beat around the bush with this NPC. He just asked whatever he wanted to ask. After all, if the NPC knew the answer, he would definitely understand the question.
"Oh … That …" Nelson's expression and tone did not change much. "What's wrong? Do you want to join? "
"Yes," Feng Bujue replied in a very confident tone.
"If that's the case …" Nelson said as he stood up from his chair.
"… Then come with us." Suddenly, someone took over Narson's words and said the second half of his sentence.
Feng Bujue heard this and turned around …
He saw that there was an extra person at the door of the office … It was a woman in a white dress.
She had long hair, and her face was blurry. Her voice was very unique. Even if one listened to it from a close distance, it gave off a distant and ethereal feeling.
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