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Feng Bujue didn't know when and how the ghost postman would reply to his letter, and he wasn't even sure if the other party would reply to his letter.
Regarding this information, those "fatty" npcs said they couldn't answer, so Brother Jue can only play by ear...
"So... it's time to deliver the tenth letter..." After leaving the mailbox in the cemetery, Feng Bujue returned to the bicycle and said, "Let's go to replenish our energy first..."
As he mounted his bike, he checked the game menu again. Right now, his survival value has slowly recovered to 54%, but his stamina value is only 452/4800.
This is the difficulty created by "calculating the physical value according to the actual body feeling of the character". In some nightmare difficulty scripts that Jue experienced before, he also encountered such settings several times. "Wildness for Poison" is a good example.
No matter how high the player's level is, how many props and skills that can increase the physical value... In this kind of nightmare book, you have as much physical strength as the character you play. If you abuse it regardless of consumption, the final impact is self-evident.
"Well... let's find a way to get some supplies first..." Feng Bujue thought for a while, and then made a decision, "It is extremely difficult for me to decipher the 'command code' by myself before Brother Ghost writes back to me. Anyway The information collected from those 'recipients' is enough, there is no need to use up the last of your strength to do things with little benefit."
After deciding on the next step, he took out the mini map of the town from his pocket. After watching for a few seconds, he set off...
At exactly twelve noon, Feng Bujue came to the only bar in the town.
The name of the bar is called "Otaku". It covers an area of just over 100 square meters, not as big as a post office.
The reason why Brother Jue came here is very simple-according to the illustration on the mini-map, this imitation western-style bar has a door that cannot be closed... It is not so much a door as it is two movable wooden boards.
"Hmph... It's impossible not to get in now, right?" Feng Bujue pushed the door open with a smile, and walked into the Otaku bar.
"We haven't started business yet, sir." The one who greeted Brother Jue said this.
Feng Bujue raised his eyes and looked at the speaker.
It was a bald man about two meters tall, dressed as a bartender, standing behind the bar, quietly wiping a glass.
"I won't stay too long." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's dissuasion. Go straight to the bar.
In the process, he has scanned the entire environment of the bar: cheap linen wallpaper, cheap wooden floor, cheap bar counter, cheap tables and chairs, cheap sofas, cheap billiard table... beside the billiard table, There was also a bearded man dressed in cowboy clothes, playing billiards by himself.
"I'm sorry, it's not a matter of how long you stay." Jian Jue sat down as if nothing had happened. The bald bartender's expression changed slightly, "We don't accept any customers during non-business hours, please wait after five o'clock in the evening..."
"Okay, Yang, let him sit for a while." Suddenly, the bearded cowboy next to the pool table interrupted, "This gentleman doesn't look like someone who will cause trouble..." While speaking. He hit a shot, straightened up, looked at Jue Ge and said. "Am I right, sir?"
"Oh... of course." Feng Bujue smiled at the bearded man, then turned his head, looked at the bartender and said, "Can I have something to drink, please? Water is fine."
The bald bartender looked at Brother Jue blankly for two seconds, then took out a clean glass and poured him a glass of cold water.
"Excuse me... Is there anything to eat? Anything is fine." Feng Bujue said again.
this time. The bald bartender cast a suspicious look: "Are you sure you have enough money to pay the bill? Sir." When he said this, he deliberately added an accent to the last "Sir".
"Yes..." Feng Bujue just wanted to eat and drink now. So the attitude is very polite, he said. One side reached out to touch his wallet, "If you need it, I can do it right now..."
"Oh~ no, no, no, young man, don't do this." At this moment, the bearded man stopped Brother Jue's behavior loudly, and walked over quickly.
When he got to the bar, the bearded man looked at the bartender and said, "Yang, how can you talk to customers like this? Don't you think this gentleman doesn't even have money for a glass of water?"
"No, boss." The bald bartender replied, "I'm just worried that he is like those drunkards and homeless people, coming in to eat and drink when he has no money."
"Oh... Is this cowboy uncle really the boss..." Feng Bujue thought after hearing the words. In fact, he had been vaguely aware of this at the beginning of the conversation between the two, and now that "Yang" directly called out the word "boss", which proved his conjecture.
"Ah~ Yang, you worry too much." The bearded man patted Brother Jue on the shoulder, "You can tell from the look and clothes of this gentleman that he is not that kind of person." He snapped his fingers and pointed at Yang She winked and said, "Come on, bring me some snacks, I'm just hungry too."
"Okay... Now that you've said that..." The bald bartender shrugged and responded.
A few seconds later, he took out two small bamboo bowls lined with paper towels from the bar, and both bowls were filled with fried snacks.
"Thank you, buddy." Feng Bujue said to Yang, then looked at the bearded man and said, "Thank you too, boss."
After finishing speaking, Brother Jue grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into his mouth like a duck.
He is indeed hungry, and very hungry... This hunger is undoubtedly simulated by the script, similar to muscle fatigue, it must be relieved in a certain way, otherwise it will not disappear on its own.
"Hehehe..." The bearded man looked at Brother Jue's eating and smiled, "Young man, it's not okay to eat this as a meal."
"I know, but none of the restaurants in the town are open." Feng Bujue replied vaguely, puffing up his cheeks.
This seemingly casual answer was actually a test... After staying in the town for so long, Brother Jue finally met two normal-looking NPCs. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to get information. Therefore, he calmly said an abnormal but objective fact, and wanted to see the npc's reaction.
"Hahahaha..." Who knows, the bearded man laughed heartily, and replied, "You really know how to joke, young man... It's broad daylight, and it's Christmas, why are the shops closed? Look..." He raised his hand and pointed to the door of the bar, "Isn't the restaurant across the street open?"
"Across the street?" Feng Bujue was stunned, he looked in the direction the other person pointed, and could only see a white mist... Not to mention the scenery across the street, it was just a few meters away from the shop door. He couldn't see clearly either.
"Heh... hehe..." Brother Jue laughed dryly, "That's right..." He also couldn't figure out whether the npc was telling the truth or pointing at others, anyway, he just didn't want to argue with the other party.
"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet..." The bearded man didn't continue talking about the restaurant, he took off his cowboy hat, and stretched out his hand to Brother Jue, "I'm the boss here, they all call I'm a 'shooter'."
"Hello." Feng Bujue responded politely, "I'm Dave." He wiped his palm on his jacket before shaking hands with him.
"This is my bartender, Yang." Then, Uncle Sagittarius raised his hand and gestured towards the bald bartender, "It is said that he used to be a mafia, and later he was washed in the golden basin..."
"Hey!" Yang shouted immediately, interrupting his boss.
Uncle Sagittarius spread his hands and smiled: "Hehehe... Well, he is a decent person, I didn't say anything."
"Hello, Yang." Feng Bujue pretended not to hear anything, and greeted Yang calmly.
But Yang just nodded to him, his expression still serious and cold.
"What kind of way are these two..." Feng Bujue finished a bowl of snacks in a minute, and started to start the second bowl, "One is too enthusiastic, and the other is too cold. And look at the shape, listen to the name... If If 'Shooter' can be counted as a name... Both of them have a kind of gangster look..." He had an idea, "Could it be... there are some side missions here too?" ()R466
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