In the next ten minutes, Feng Bujue ate five bowls of snacks and eight glasses of water from a whiskey glass.
When he opened the game menu again, the feeling of hunger and thirst completely disappeared, and his stamina value returned to 1902/4800, and his survival value also increased slightly, to more than 70%.
It seems that in this script, the "recovery" and "attenuation" ratios of various values are the same, all according to the actual physical sensation of the character. In short... fast consumption, fast return.
In addition, Jue Ge did not forget to use this time to communicate with NPC while chewing the food.
Although they may be a little slurred when they speak, the two npcs have very good hearing and can fully understand what Brother Jue meant.
Therefore, he got close to these two people very smoothly.
"Okay... we've talked quite a bit about me." Feng Bujue, after making up for it, drank another glass of water, rinsed his mouth, and then changed the subject, "How about... let's talk about you guys. Two..."
As soon as this remark came out, the expressions on the faces of Sagittarius and Yang immediately changed.
But Brother Jue didn't care about it. He didn't give the other party time to think, and quickly asked, "I wonder how long you two have been in this town?"
click - click -
One and a half seconds later, the muzzles of the two guns were aimed at Feng Bujue's temple and forehead respectively.
In that one and a half seconds, Yang took out a shotgun from under the bar with lightning speed; while the shooter uncle directly took out a revolver from himself, and his hand speed As fast as lightning, maybe no real cowboy.
"Oh~ oh~ calm down... calm down..." Feng Bujue quickly raised his hands and stood up from the chair at the bar. And took half a step back.
"Say! Who are you?" Yang asked in a cold voice, "Did the FBI send you here?"
"I don't think he looks like it." Uncle Archer continued, "It's more like cia..." His gun muzzle moved down slowly, "Otherwise... let's break one of his legs first, and then ask slowly..."
"Hey! Don't mess around!" Feng Bujue's eyes widened. With a very exaggerated acting, he showed a look of panic, and continued, "I just came to town to apply for a postman!"
"Yes, you have just said this set of arguments." Sagittarius replied with a smirk, "But we don't believe a word..." He glanced at Yang, "Right, old man."
"That's right..." Yang continued, "At first I didn't realize it, I thought he was just coming in to cheat for food and drink..." He paused, and looked back at Sagittarius, "Until you winked at me. I Only then did I realize... how could someone walk into the bar to drink water and eat snacks at noon?" Speaking of this, he clenched the gun in his hand a little more, glared at Brother Jue and said, "You are obviously looking for us of!"
"Hey... I don't know you at all..." Feng Bujue broke out in cold sweat.
But those two still ignored his words...
"Just talk..." Sagittarius continued with a smile, "As soon as you entered the gate of the bar, I thought there was something wrong with you, and I asked you to stay to test you..." He snorted coldly, "Hmph... a temporary postman? Who are you kidding? What?" He also clenched the gun a little bit, as if he was ready to pull the trigger at any time. "Just last night, a person who claimed to be interviewing at the post office came to the store. Even though there will be many temporary postmen in the town today. He is the one..."
"Wait!" Feng Bujue suddenly raised his voice and said, "The person you're talking about...is he wearing a very elegant felt hat?"
"Huh?" Sagittarius was obviously taken aback when he heard this.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Brother Jue felt a little relieved, he knew... there was something to be said for this matter.
"How do you know?" Sagittarius asked after exchanging glances with Yang.
"I saw him at the post office this morning." Feng Bujue replied truthfully. "He and I both came for interviews, but he didn't get the chance to be a temporary postman."
"Oh?" Yang asked suspiciously. "Why?" He looked Brother Jue up and down, and said again. "Is it because you are a little more handsome than him?"
"No..." Feng Bujue shook his head, "Because he was a few minutes late and was shot by Director Nelson..."
"Hmm..." Hearing this sentence, Sagittarius and Yang pondered at the same time, and said in unison two seconds later, "It's possible..."
"Damn! Who are they helping..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Is this town a re-employment center for retired killers... After hearing that someone was shot to death for being late, he actually showed an expression of 'that's it' …”
"Wait..." After a few seconds, the shooter seemed to think of something again, and he continued, "How do I know if you made this up? Maybe you came to our bar last night and heard that the man in the felt hat What you said, right now you are just uttering a pre-planned rhetoric, trying to get away with it."
"That's right." Yang also responded, "How do you prove that the man was beaten to death by Nelson? And how do you prove that you went to the post office in the morning?"
"Uh...that..." Feng Bujue tilted his head and glanced at his jacket pocket, "If you two agree, I can show you a temporary post office work card from my jacket pocket, which has My name, and Commissioner Nelson's signature." He paused, then added, "And in my wallet, there is a driver's license with my name on it, as well as... a photo."
Sagittarius and Yang looked at each other, seemingly convinced. But...they still haven't put down their guns.
"Take out both." After a while, Sagittarius looked at Brother Jue and said, "Slow down...yes...that's it."
Feng Bujue followed the other party's instructions, first took out his temporary work permit, and slowly placed it on the bar counter. Then, he took out the wallet in his pants pocket, turned to the page with the driver's license, and held it up to the two people.
"Hahahaha..." At this moment, Sagittarius suddenly laughed, put away the revolver in his hand as if nothing had happened, and stepped forward to give Brother Jue a hug, "Oh! Dude, I thought you were cia, hahaha! "
Yang maintained a cold image, and silently put the shotgun back under the bar: "It seems that the misunderstanding between us has been resolved."
"I have to buy you a drink, young man." The fierce and old-fashioned temperament of Sagittarius disappeared in an instant, as if schizophrenic, and instantly changed back to the amiable, warm and friendly uncle, "Yang, hurry up Our friend pours a glass of wine and calms down."
Before he finished speaking, Yang already pushed a glass of wine with ice cubes in front of Brother Jue, and within ten seconds, he prepared a glass of wine for himself and the boss.
"To our new postman." The shooter was the first to raise his glass.
"To the new postman." Yang also picked up his cup and answered calmly.
Looking at the two scorching gazes, Feng Bujue stared at the dead fish eyes, and also picked up the wine glass: "Uh... thank you..."
The three of them picked up their wine glasses, and they were all bored in one sip.
Feng Bujue is a person who doesn't like drinking very much. He hates the feeling of the smell of alcoholic beverages dissolving in his throat. But... just because you don't like it doesn't mean you can't drink it.
After he finished drinking this glass, his expression was no different from that of drinking a glass of water: "Well... where were we talking before?"
"We've been talking...no comment." Yang followed up on Brother Jue's words and said these four words coldly. Obviously, he still remembered the question Feng Bujue asked earlier...
"Okay." Feng Bujue didn't want to make fun of himself, he had already deduced from the reaction of these two NPCs—unless they tell you themselves, it's best not to ask about their origins, "Let's talk about something else Okay, so what... Are there a lot of fat people living in our town?"
"Hehe..." Sagittarius showed a scheming smile. He didn't answer Jue's question, but continued, "Listen, Dave, you usually have to pay a price for inquiring about things at the bar counter, understand?"
"Oh~ I understand." Feng Bujue opened his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill, "These should..."
"That's not what I mean." Unexpectedly, Sagittarius pushed back his money, "I don't want money."
"Don't want money... Do you want people?" Feng Bujuexu raised his eyes and cast a strange look at the other party.
Sagittarius didn't care about his reaction, but just said to himself: "When you opened your wallet just now, I saw a membership card of the darts club."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was stunned for half a second before replying, "You mean..."
"People call me a 'shooter' for a reason," Archer continued, "because I'm so 'accurate' at everything I play. Not just with guns... Bows, slingshots, bowling, pool, and... darts, These are all my strengths."
"So..." Feng Bujue figured out what the other party meant, and then continued, "It's hard to find an opponent in this small town... you want to discuss with me, a member of the darts club?"
"Hehe..." Sagittarius replied with a smile, "One round, one question."
"Answer me a question every time you lose a game?" Feng Bujue asked.
"That's right," the shooter replied.
"Then what if I lose?" Feng Bujue is very sensitive to details such as bets, so he will not agree to it in a daze.
"If you have lost ten rounds in total, leave your 'temporary work permit'." The shooter replied.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue thought about it, "What's the use of that? This certificate is only valid for one..."
"Of course I have my reasons." Sagittarius interrupted Brother Jue, judging from his tone and demeanor, he seemed to know more about the documents than Brother Jue.
"Well..." Feng Bujue hesitated for a moment, "You have to talk about the specific rules before I can decide..."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of the archer's mouth, just like a fisherman's expression when he saw a fish biting the hook: "Oh... yes..." ()