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"So that's how it is..." The moment Feng Bujue saw that number, many fragments of information in Feng Bujue's mind instantly twisted together, forming a complete chain of clues, "Thirteen pictures, thirteen coordinates, thirteen The nouns pointing to 'a certain place'... can lead me to thirteen instruction codes." When he said this, he had already turned his head and walked towards the bicycle, "because only the ghost postman knows everyone's instruction code, so...every You can find the tire marks left by him when he passed by on the illustration photo... "
Brother Jue kicked up the support frame of the bicycle, stepped on the seat, and said: "Well... Although the inference itself can be established, the possibility of 'coincidence' or 'special case' cannot be ruled out... To be on the safe side, we still follow the Step on every coordinate in the order of the newspaper layout... "
He considered it very carefully. After all, he had only confirmed one clue so far, so he couldn't take it for granted. He had to go to at least three places, find three numbers that seemed to be command codes, and check in with the recipients one by one before he could be completely sure that his deduction was correct.
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To make a long story short, after twenty minutes, Feng Bujue arrived at the third page of the newspaper...that is, the place recorded in the second illustration photo....
According to the hints of the coordinates and nouns, he found the number "16" at the bottom of a trash can... This is exactly the instruction code of Fatty No. 2.
Then, he went non-stop to the location photographed in the third illustration—a farmland in the west of the town. And on a fence beside the farmland, I found three numbers painted with paint—"219".
After getting the three-digit number, he naturally went straight to Fatty No. 3's residence, and knocked on the recipient's door again.
this time. Brother Jue didn't say a word of nonsense. As soon as the other party answered the door, he said: "Command code 219, accept the letter for me."
As a result... Fatty No. 3 really accepted the letter.
So far, Feng Bujue's inference has basically been confirmed. The next thing he has to do is no difficulty at all... He just needs to design a route in his mind that saves the most time and is the most efficient. Then follow this route to explore the ten locations where the command codes are recorded, and let the remaining ten fat people accept the letters, then the side mission is considered complete.
Although the final completion time was longer than he initially expected, it should still be finished before 8 pm. That was a full four hours before the "before midnight" required by the mission, which was more than enough.
At that time, brother Jue... did plan like this, but his plan changed soon after.
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afternoon. Four fifteen.
Brother Jue, who checked the five coordinate points according to the established route, suddenly stopped moving.
"Damn... stupid!" He stopped in the middle of the road and cursed to himself, "Such an obvious pattern... I should have discovered it a long time ago..."
I don't know what he thought of, anyway, he immediately turned the front of the bicycle. He rushed to the address of the recipient closest to him.
Ten minutes later, Feng Bujue came to the porch of Fatty No. 13.
The recipient's command code is a fourteen-digit number, and Brother Jue has not checked the coordinates where the code is recorded, but he still firmly knocked on the other party's door.
"It's you again..." After Fatty No. 13 opened the door, he glared at Brother Jue through the crack of the door and said, "As I said, there is no command code. I don't know how to..."
"Wait a minute." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, took out the phone at the same time, and tapped on it for a while. After about five seconds. He handed over the thirteenth letter with the other hand, and said very fast, "30287510659225."
When the voice fell to the ground, the fat man was stunned for two seconds, which made Feng Bujue quite nervous...
Fortunately, in two seconds. Fatty No. 13 accepted the envelope obediently, and said depressedly: "Damn it..."
"Huh... that's great." Feng Bujue laughed.
this moment. He has completely deciphered the code rules on the thirteen fat men; he can name all thirteen codes without exploring the coordinate points suggested by the newspaper.
and. With this "rule", he also knew in advance... Among the thirteen fat people, there was an abnormal person.
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Evening, half past six.
Feng Bujue rode his bicycle and arrived in front of a hotel on the west side of the town.
At this point, his side mission [send all letters before midnight] has been completed. Because he didn't go to any of the coordinate points suggested in the newspaper to find the code, but directly ran through all the remaining recipient addresses, and reported the command codes of the fat people one by one, so that they could accept the letter.
And the impact of completing the side missions ahead of schedule is... The moment Jue Ge sent out the last letter, he received three new missions in a row:
[Investigate and solve the reason why Enoch was late]
[Try to participate in the "Last Supper"]
[Crack the world view of the script before the main task is completed]
All three of these are classified as hidden missions...
Of course, to Feng Bujue, there was nothing wrong with this, it could even be said... this kind of development was just to his liking.
"Well... According to the map, this is the only hotel in the town. If Enoch (Juege deduced from the task content, Enoch is the name of the man in the felt hat) is an outsider like me, and he arrived yesterday ... Then there is a high probability that he spent the night here." When Brother Jue walked to the door of the hotel, he thought to himself, "However... it cannot be ruled out that he has relatives in this town, or hooked up in the bar last night. It’s possible to fall in love with a girl or something.”
While thinking, he pushed open the door of the hotel.
"Hmph...it's open, right..." The moment he pushed the door open, Feng Bujue knew he had come to the right place.
Although the town of Otaku is large, there are only a handful of buildings that players can enter. It's rare to come across a place you can go in, and it must be something famous.
"Is anyone there?" A few seconds later, Feng Bujue walked through a not-so-long aisle and came to a counter. Since there was no one to ring the bell at the counter, Brother Jue could only call people with his voice.
"No one, I'm free!" He waited for a while, and when no one responded, he yelled again.
But the result is the same, no one is no one.
"Very good." Feng Bujue smiled, walked around to the counter, opened the countertop and walked in.
The first thing he did was look through the thick register on the desk and found the name "Enoch."
"Well... it seems that there are many people living in this place..." When looking through the records, Brother Jue unexpectedly found that there are quite a lot of names in this booklet. All rooms are occupied.
"Most of the people who come to stay in the hotel are from outside the town..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "We can try to communicate later and see if we can get some information out of it."
He quickly wrote down some room numbers and the names of the occupants, then turned around, took out the key to room 204 that Enoch checked in from the key cabinet behind the counter, hummed a little song, and went to the second floor .
These small hotels usually don't have elevators. Feng Bujue went up the stairs, passed a dimly lit corridor covered with red carpets, and soon found Room 204.
He stood in front of the door, deliberating for a few seconds, then... inserted the key, opened the door, raised the shotgun at high speed, and aimed at all angles inside the door.
After confirming that there was no obvious threat in his sight, he quickly stepped into the door, imitating the actions and sequence of the police searching the house in the police movie, and inspected all corners and blind spots behind the door, under the bed, and in the bathroom.
During the whole process, he didn't speak, and even his footsteps were kept very low. It can be described as quiet, fast and accurate.
It's a pity... In the single-player nightmare book, there are always relatively few mobs, and his rather professional clearing process is just a waste of emotion...
After finishing the round, Brother Jue returned to the door, closed the door, and let out a long breath...
"OK..." He put the gun on the cabinet next to the door, freed his hand, and looked at the empty room, "We can officially search..." ()R655
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