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Feng Bujue hummed a song, and after riding less than 20 meters, he opened the [Otaku Town Postman Workbook] with one hand.
And then... thankfully, his singing stopped.
"This manual was edited and compiled by Norman Nelson. If you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me alone." Feng Bujue read the sentence printed on the first page of the manual, laughed dryly, and It flipped over.
[As you can see, the manual itself is very thin, in order to save printing costs, so I canceled the table of contents.]This is the content on the second page.
"Hey! This nonsense of yours takes up a whole page! Change this paragraph into a table of contents... What's the difference in cost!" Feng Bujue complained and turned to the third page of the manual.
There is indeed a lot of substantive content on this page. The top title reads: [Postman Rules]
The following are a few relevant regulations: 1. The postman in this town must carry relevant documents when working. If you deliver without a license, you will be responsible for the consequences. Second, punctuality is our basic principle, please be sure to send letters and parcels before the deadline, otherwise you will bear the consequences. Third, firmness is very important. No matter what kind of dangerous situation you face, you must not waver. You must let the recipient accept the letter, otherwise you will bear the consequences. Four, bicycles are our partners, we should treat them like family members, if you cause serious damage to the bicycle at the post office, you will be responsible for the consequences...
"At your own risk... at your own risk... at your own risk..." Feng Bujue glanced over, and there were these four words behind every entry, "Are you sure the meaning behind these four words isn't 'kill you with a gun'..." He changed his mind, "Speaking of it... I went into the post office. Except for Nelson, I didn't even see a single employee. Could it be that... all the employees were destroyed by him..." He changed his mind again, "Wait... it's not just the post office... the streets and alleys in this town are deserted..."
Just when Brother Jue was thinking wildly, he heard a ringing of "Dinglingling-". Suddenly came from behind him.
"Are you coming?" With the experience from last time, Feng Bujue naturally knew what the source of the ringing was. He immediately turned his head to follow the sound, and sure enough, he saw a bicycle tire track approaching him.
"Hey! Dude, hello." Brother Jue put away the workbook and grabbed the handlebar with both hands. After some adjustments. He came to the side of the "invisible bicycle" and walked parallel to it, "Can you hear me?" He tried to communicate with the invisible cyclist.
However... Feng Bujue was deeply shocked by what happened in the next second.
At that moment, Feng Bujue felt a white light flash in front of his eyes. Then, there was a "stab" sound in my ear.
When he came back to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground with people and the car, and there was a faint smell of burning all over his body...
"What's the situation?" Brother Jue sat up blankly, trying to find out the other party's position again, but at this time, the tire mark had gone away, and even the "squeak" of the bicycle chain could no longer be heard.
He glanced at the game menu again. I found that my survival value dropped by 50% in one breath... The only thing to be thankful for is that there are no wounds or continuous debuffs left.
"I said hello, but he shocked me with an electric shock prod?" Feng Bujue was stunned. "Just talking to him will trigger the attack?"
He sat down for a minute, and after confirming that his body was fine, he stood up again: "What is the origin of this guy..." He patted the dirt on his body depressedly, and picked up the bicycle, "If he is 'Ghost postman', then my main task seems to be difficult to handle..."
Think about it. Something flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes: "Eh? Could it be..." He took out the workbook from his pocket again and flipped through several pages in succession. Then he laughed, "Ha! There really are!"
Brother Jue turned to the chapter at this time. The title is [About the Ghost Postman].
One, don't talk about the ghost postman; two, don't talk about the ghost postman; three, don't talk about the ghost postman!
Here are the first three items in this chapter...
"Hey, hey... "Fight Club" needs to be played a few times to be satisfied..." Feng Bujue scanned the three lines, and then continued to read.
Fourth, the ghost postman is a legendary employee of the post office in Otaku Town. He has maintained a record of no absence, no return, and no delay for fifteen consecutive years.
"Because he's a ghost..." Feng Bujue murmured when he saw this.
Five, the ghost postman is always on the go.
"Hmm... I can see it." Feng Bujue's behavior of making complaints while reading the manual was quite hard-working.
Six, because the ghost postman is always on his way, so please don't disturb him, or you will bear the consequences.
"The consequence is that half of the blood will be lost in the anus after saying hello..." Brother Jue turned a page while talking.
Seventh, if you want to communicate with the ghost postman, please write the content on paper and put it in the abandoned mailbox next to the Zhenbei Cemetery in the form of a letter.
"Damn... how do you know this kind of thing? Did you sum it up after being shocked countless times?" Feng Bujue said, "Eh? Wait... this booklet was published by Nelson, what should he know..." He His expression changed slightly, "But this old guy has good marksmanship and is ruthless. I feel that it is a bit difficult to get a routine from him..."
Eight, special reminder - the "soul shock" of the ghost postman cannot be isolated by an insulator. If you want to wear a set of insulating clothes to challenge him, I suggest you save it.
"Very good... I can save it." Feng Bujue has indeed conceived such a plan, but after reading the eighth article, this plan no longer exists.
Nine, remember, the ghost postman does not need your help and sympathy, everything he does is voluntary, and anyone who has an opinion on this can come to the director's office and ask me to respond.
"Huh?" Brother Jue immediately smelled a conspiracy from the ninth... and the last one, "This one... a bit like this place has no silver three hundred taels..."
His mind was running fast again, and he went through these nine (actually equal to seven) descriptions about the ghost postman several times in his mind. Soon... he conceived a plan.
Of course, the time to implement this plan is not now. Brother Jue's most urgent task now...is to deliver the letter.
"It's getting more and more interesting..." When Feng Bujue uttered this sentence, it usually indicated...he already knew some key information.
"Let's think... the direction of First Street..." He put away the workbook, picked up the satchel from the ground, put it on his body, and then rode on the bicycle again, "um... over there..."
...
Half an hour later, Feng Bujue's stamina was exhausted by half, and he finally arrived in front of No. 3 First Avenue.
He did not choose the post office as the center and deliver from near to far, but in order of address. Although this would take some time, this route would allow him to "drop in" to explore several places of interest.
"Is this right here..." Feng Bujue looked at the two-storey private house in front of him and said, "The house looks pretty good, but there is not even a mailbox in front of the house."
In fact... even if this family has a mailbox, it's useless. Stuffing a letter in the mailbox is not a task completed. Be sure to hand it over to the recipient, and let the other party express "willing to accept", the progress of the task will change.
"Alas... I have no choice but to knock on the door." Brother Jue sighed, parked his bicycle, walked quickly across the grassy front yard in front of the house, and walked to the porch.
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After knocking on the door three times, he said loudly, "Is anyone there?"
After a short silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house. Then... There was the sound of a fat man wearing slippers going down the stairs.
Some people may say, can you hear fat and thin by hearing footsteps
I can only say... Anyway, brother Jue can hear it.
Click—
After a while, the door opened a gap. The door could only be opened as far as anyone inside hadn't pulled the chain lock from the back of the door.
"Who are you looking for?" The house owner was standing in the darkness behind the door without turning on the lights in the room, asking in a feeble voice.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied. He really didn't know... because other than the address on these envelopes, everything else was vague.
"Then get out!" The owner's reaction was straightforward, cursing, and slamming the door.
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Brother Jue immediately knocked on the door panel five more times.
"What on earth do you want to do?" The owner opened the door a crack and shouted impatiently.
"I'm from the post office." Feng Bujue took out his crude temporary work card and waved it in front of the door. That tone, that gesture, as if saying "I'm from the FBI"...
"So?" The owner's attitude softened a little, and he tentatively asked a question.
"Do you live here alone?" Feng Bujue also asked a question.
"Does it have something to do with you?" the homeowner asked back.
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer." Feng Bujue replied indifferently, and handed over the envelope, "If you live alone, this letter is for you. If there are other people living with you, you Just pass it on for me." He paused, "In short, I've delivered the letter somewhere, and what to do with it is up to you." He stretched the envelope a little further, "Take it, and do it in a daze. Well?"
"No... I don't want it." At this moment, the owner's tone suddenly became very strange, "You go... I won't accept this letter."
His words are very interesting... He didn't say "you sent it to the wrong place", but "I won't accept it". In other words... he admitted that the letter was not misplaced, but... he didn't want it.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue didn't expect the other party to react like this. He stared at the shadow behind the door and said, "Are you sick? It's just a letter, not a bomb, why don't you accept it?"
Hearing this, the homeowner was silent for a few seconds, and then...he replied in a low voice: "Take it apart and see for yourself..." ()R0
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