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"You know how to play..." Feng Bujue looked at the newspaper in his car pocket, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Although he was somewhat dissatisfied and doubtful, he still endured it...
If you turn around and ask the ghost postman loudly, you will get two results: first, you will be ignored; second, you will be shocked.
"No way... Let's see what he means..." After the buzzing sound went away, Jue Ge simply parked his bicycle, took out the roll of newspaper from his pocket, and slowly unfolded it in front of his eyes.
The first thing that caught his eyes was the title of the publication itself: [Otaku Town Herald]
Then, there was the headline on the front page: [Ghost Postman won the Best Employee of the Year Award at Otaku Post Office again]
What is quite gratifying is that the picture accompanying this news is just a landscape photo with no one in it...
"This reporter is really hardworking. If the tire marks on the ground were not drawn by himself... it means that he really captured Brother Ghost who was riding a bicycle." Feng Bujue read the newspaper while reading, "Wait... Before that... in such a small town, there is actually a newspaper office?"
[No matter it is windy, rainy, scorching sun, hail, typhoon, heavy fog... we can't see the ghost postman running around. However, we all know that he has always been in his own post, dedicated to his work, shining brightly, and contributing to the construction of a harmonious and beautiful Otaku Town. Of course, his achievements are inseparable from the wise leadership of Mr. Norman Nelson, the head of the post office in this town; of.]
"The man who wrote the report came from the new [beep—] agency..." After reading the content at the beginning of the article, Feng Bujue couldn't help complaining, "The classic routine of classic nonsense plus classic twists and classic flattery. …”
The following content of this report is basically the same routine, mainly listing the "deeds" of some ghost postmen's diligent work, and forcing part of the credit to the "leaders".
So... These days, it's not easy to be a model worker. If you want to enjoy the honor you have earned, you must first thank the country, the party, and the leaders, Sheng parents.
"Well... this is the daily newspaper on Christmas Day. Most of the news reported on it should be yesterday's news..." After reading the first page of the newspaper, Feng Bujue glanced at the date on the corner, "However, this The headlines don't seem to be of much value, I already knew that from the post office workbook." He flipped through the newspaper while muttering.
Unexpectedly, when the newspaper turned to the second side, something unusual appeared.
"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue stared, flipped through a few more pages, and soon discovered... Except for the advertisement on the front page and the last page (an advertisement for a bicycle). In the middle of the stack of newspapers in his hand, there was no word at all. But... the typography on each page has been laid out and the illustrations have been inserted.
"Invisible ink? Wordless Heavenly Book?" Two thoughts quickly flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, and his eyes wandered across the paper at high speed, looking for clues.
But after he checked it carefully, he confirmed a fact—it was really just not printed.
"This shit is quite creative..." Brother Jue laughed, "Is this thing a newspaper... or an English test paper of 'Look at the pictures'..."
While joking, he quickly flipped through the blank pages of the newspaper and wrote down all the illustrations.
I don't know if it's a coincidence... The number of illustrations is thirteen in total.
...
ten minutes later. Brother Jue, who went all the way north, came to the "shop" on the map.
Like other shops in this town, the door of this place is closed, with a "close" sign hanging on the door. Looking in through the glass door, I can be sure that the store is empty. And it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.
"Heh... as expected." Feng Bujue looked at the store door and smiled wryly.
Two seconds later, he got off his bicycle, stopped the car, and... picked up a big stone on the side of the road.
pong pong pong—
He waved his arms. He smashed the glass door three times in a row, and as a result... there was only a tiny white spot left on the glass, without even a single crack; instead, his own arm was numb from the shock.
"As for..." Feng Bujue took two steps back. Shaking off the stone in his hand, "Bulletproof glass?"
He really didn't quite understand why the door glass of an ordinary grocery store should be so strong.
"It's too compelling..." Brother Jue took a breath, then reached into his jacket pocket, and copied out the Nokia 3310...
"Stop!" Suddenly, that ethereal female voice that appeared once before sounded again.
Feng Bujue heard the sound, quickly stopped, and turned around to scan.
"Sure enough... this guy is not a 'human'..." He searched for the trace of the other party in the vortex, and said to himself, "She was clearly blocked on the other side of the 'bridge' before, and now she is in the middle of the town again. Appeared… "
"How did you get into the town?" Feng Bujue couldn't find the specific location of the other party, so he decided to say a few words first, "Is there a rescue team coming from outside the town?"
"I... have always been here and never left," the woman replied.
Her voice echoed misty in the vortex, and it was hard to find the source.
"Then let me ask this question..." Faced with the answer that said nothing, Feng Bujue immediately changed the way of asking, "How did you cross that bridge?"
But this time, the woman simply ignored Brother Jue's question, and said to herself: "Dave, I can't explain too much to you, but you have to trust me, I want to help you..." Her tone seemed very Sincerely, "Don't destroy the buildings in this town, it will not do you any good... and will cause irreparable consequences."
"I can trust you." Feng Bujue said, "But you have to answer me first, what are you..."
嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞嗞—
At this moment, the rapid sound of rolling chains sounded one after another all around, drowning Feng Bujue's voice.
"What's going on?" Hearing the sound, Feng Bujue was shocked; judging from the sound alone, it must be the movement of at least two dozen old-fashioned bicycles riding at the same time, "Is there more than one ghost postman?"
At the same time, the ethereal girl suddenly yelled loudly: "Opportunity! Open your eyes!" Her yell pierced through the noise and passed into Brother Jue's ears.
"Open... eyes?" Feng Bujue knew that the other party's instructions were important, but he couldn't understand the meaning, because his eyes... were undoubtedly open at the moment.
Fortunately... His doubts didn't last long.
In the next second, a sudden change occurred! (… )R1292
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