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gurgling - gurgling...
A sound of liquid surging suddenly rang in Feng Bujue's ears.
At the same second, he realized one thing—his eyes were closed.
Everything in front of me disappeared and turned into pitch blackness.
The damp and cold mist around him seemed to thicken dozens of times in an instant, wrapping itself tightly.
"What's going on?" Feng Bujue wondered in surprise, "Did I suffer from some kind of spiritual attack... Why do I feel that my body, including my lungs... are filled with fluid. And... I don't feel any discomfort..."
beep-beep-
Just then, he heard two more beeps.
Then, there was a voice very similar to the system voice: [Warning, tester 8775 is waking up... Warning, tester 8775 is waking up...]
"Hey! Who's in charge of that cabin!"
"It's Anton, sir. He's gone to lunch, sir."
"Then move your ass quickly and go over and do it for him!"
"Yes, sir!"
This muffled conversation, which came from nowhere, rang out after a few seconds.
"Who?" Feng Bujue wanted to ask a question, but he soon realized that he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only say in his heart, "This is (M. What unfolds... Where the hell am I?"
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy, and this simple thought gave him a splitting headache...
"The whole body is extremely weak, all senses are almost reduced to the level of a vegetable, and the game menu can't be opened..." Feng Bujue didn't panic, he quickly and calmly analyzed the situation at the moment. "Anyway... as the woman's voice said... I have to open my eyes as soon as possible, this is my perfect opportunity to figure out the setting of this script."
[The concentration of the solution is increasing, and an emergency pulse is being prepared. The countdown is five seconds, five, four, three...] The voice without any emotion rang out again. Although Brother Jue didn't fully understand what the other party was saying, he knew... this might be bad news for him.
[two, one...]
At that last second, at the very moment, Feng Bujue relied on his amazing willpower to resist the indescribably severe headache... and opened his eyes.
However, his vision only recovered for about a second.
A second later, a tingling sensation that exceeded the limit of the human brain hit. It caused his body to twitch violently... Afterwards, he fell into a state of total loss of five senses.
But... Brother Jue is not an ordinary person. In that short second, he froze to resist the sour feeling of liquid soaking his retina. Succeeded in "seeing" something...
Through a clear, greenish liquid, and two layers of glass (at least something that looked like glass), he saw a person.
A light-colored bodysuit, to be precise. Adult man floating in liquid.
and. That man's appearance... Feng Bujue had seen it once before - the man in the felt hat.
...
"Ha... huh..."
It seemed like only a moment, and it seemed like a long time.
In short, when Feng Bujue regained control of his body, the first thing he did was to take a deep breath.
Then, he opened his eyes suddenly and found himself sitting on the ground with his back against the glass door of the store.
Still a foggy scene, that "ethereal female voice" and those rolling bicycle chains... all gone.
And at his hand... there was a blank letter paper out of thin air.
"Hmm... It seems to be 'back'. I also got a key item for no reason..." Feng Bujue glanced at the game menu, and there was no change in his survival value and stamina value. He didn't bring any debuff status, "What I saw just now should not be a hallucination, nor does it seem like a memory fragment; there is a very high probability... it is an instant 'real'." He patted the dust on his body, holding the Standing up with a blank sheet of paper, "In other words... the town I am in at the moment, or... 'this world'... may not really exist."
This assumption changed Feng Bujue's thinking. From entering the script to the present, all his knowledge and inferences need to be re-examined on this basis.
"Things are getting more and more complicated..." Although he was thinking, Brother Jue didn't delay in his actions. No matter what changes happened in front of him, one basic principle remained the same—follow the task, there is nothing wrong with it.
So, while Feng Bujue was reminiscing about the episode just now, he got back on his bicycle and continued on his way.
"Now comes the question... Am I playing 'Dave', or the so-called 'tester No. 8775'? Is Dave the name of No. 8775, or is it a 'role' played by No. 8775?" Jue Ge thought I asked, "What kind of existence is that 'felt hat man'? Is he just a projection that appeared in my mind unconsciously, or is it a crucial clue?"
Feng Bujue struggled hard in the vortex of thoughts, searching for various possible answers.
The "cloning" theories about those homeowners are now irrelevant. If this is really just a world that exists on the level of consciousness, the appearance of those people is meaningless... Even if they all look like dogs, it is reasonable.
He just collected his thoughts while riding like this, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the Zhenbei Cemetery.
This is a very ordinary-looking cemetery... In a vast green grassland, stone tombstones stand neatly one after another, and there is a small mound slightly raised in front of each tombstone.
"Hmm... where is that abandoned mailbox..." Feng Bujue pedaled his bicycle along the path between the cemeteries, looking for the mailbox that could contact the ghost postman.
Not long after, he saw one on the edge of the west side of the cemetery.
It was a dark green, cylindrical post box with a slit at the top for posting letters, and the words "Otaku Town Post Office" were printed on the body.
Feng Bujue parked his bicycle, walked around to the back of the postbox, looked at the mailbox, and found a small ring lock tied there.
"It doesn't look too difficult to break..." He looked at the lock, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to use brute force to open it, "But... judging from the overall atmosphere of this script, I still don't want to use this lock." A brute force method is better."
He went back to the front of the mailbox, took out the blank letter paper on his body and Dave's own ballpoint pen, spread the paper on the top of the mailbox, and started writing...
[Dear Mr. Ghost Postman, hello.]
Considering that I only have a piece of letter paper, it is impossible to alter it, so Brother Jue wrote very carefully, carefully considering every sentence before writing.
[My name is Dave, and I am a temporary postman at the Otaku Town Post Office.]
[I think you still have an impression of me... because we have met more than once today, and you also "shocked" me once.]
[Of course, I have no opinion on this... You are right, I am new here and don't know the rules (laughs).]
[Come back to business, I am writing to you this time mainly because I want to ask you for advice on a few things.]
[One, would you please tell me that . No. 10, No. 9 Tenth Avenue, No. 7 Eleventh Avenue, No. 1 Twelfth Avenue, and No. 3 Thirteenth Avenue, the order codes of the eleven homeowners?]
[Secondly, I want to confirm with you, are you really working in this town voluntarily?]
[Third, what kind of information is implied in the newspaper you gave me earlier?]
[Fourth, may I ask... why are all the shops in this town closed? Why can Chief Nelson kill people at will? And... how do I 'get your approval' as the official postman for the town of Otaku?]
[If it is convenient, please answer my questions as soon as possible, thank you very much.]
[Sincerely, Dave.]
After writing the letter in what he thought was a very neat handwriting, Feng Bujue read it through again, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the content, he folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the mailbox... (… )R1292
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