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The night is getting thicker and thicker.
At 7:28, the dense fog in Otaku Town was still there, the difference from the daytime was... the street lights on the street were already on.
The increasingly cold air made Feng Bujue's face and hands numb from the cold, so he could only speed up his cycling to keep his body warm.
Although he didn't know where the "Last Supper" was served, he still thought of a place to go, and that was... the post office on the north side of the town square.
First of all, he can go there to find Nelson to return to his life; secondly, Nelson is currently the only npc who can communicate with him normally and give him some help (the shooter and Yang can’t go back, and it’s also impossible to write letters to the ghost postman. It's too late, as for Mr. M and the woman with ethereal voice...they are all elusive and can't be found); thirdly, there are not many paths in this town, unless you deliberately detour, otherwise...the only route from the hotel to the post office one. So Enoch must have traveled this way this morning. Walk along the same route, maybe you can know what happened to him.
"After nightfall, the visibility is getting lower and lower..." Brother Jue continued walking with the help of the light from the street lamp, "Well... I suddenly feel that the street is empty... At least I don't have to worry about bumping into it... Damn!"
Many things just can't bear to be talked about, as the saying goes...
Just as Feng Bujue sighed, a rectangular black figure crossing the middle of the road suddenly appeared from the thick fog in front of him.
In the next second, with a bang and bang, the front of the bicycle slammed into the object, and Brother Jue flew out of the seat...
"I wipe the class—" Feng Bujue cursed with a drawn out voice as he passed through the air, his voice was full of depression.
Before the cursing was over, he fell to the ground.
This time, it fell quite hard. Brother Jue was stunned for a full 30 seconds after landing, before he could catch his breath. He did a cursory check... broken right arm. His ribs were broken, and his whole body had contusions and bruises to varying degrees.
The only good thing is... the road here is basically dirt, and there are no stones on the road. If he fell on a gravel road or concrete floor, it would be difficult to stand up.
"Bah..." Feng Bujue spat out a mouthful of blood (lips were broken), sat up, and looked back.
He quickly identifies what he's bumped into... a hot dog stand.
"It's hard work to park in the middle of the road!" Feng Bujue couldn't help yelling at the booth.
I don't know if it's a systematic arrangement or a pure coincidence. Brother Jue ran back and forth in the town for a day today, but he didn't pass by the place in front of him. If you pass here during the day. He will definitely not hit it. Because the visibility at that time was much better than now, and his cycling speed was not as fast as it is now.
"Wait... This doesn't seem to be a cart..." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue saw it more clearly, and then he noticed that the bottom of the hot dog stand was not wheels, but four sticks rooted in the ground. Metal bracket, "I mean... I flew so far, the booth didn't even shake, it turned out to be fixed on the ground."
Due to time constraints and limited conditions. Feng Bujue only sat on the ground for a minute before standing up again. His tolerance to pain is amazing, and this degree of injury is not enough to hinder his movement.
After getting up, he put his satchel back on his back with his left hand. And picked up the shotgun that fell not far away, and walked to the hot dog stand.
There were bread, sausages, and all kinds of seasonings and sauces needed to make hot dogs in that stall, but there was no stall owner.
Feng Bujue is not polite. Putting the gun on the table, he grabbed the bread and sausage with his left hand and stuffed them into his mouth. After stuffing a lump of food into his mouth, he still used his left hand...to pick up the bottles containing mustard, ketchup, and sweet and spicy sauce. Each squirmed a little into their own mouths.
His way of eating is not so much tough...as disgusting. Of course, his tolerance for disgusting things is also obvious to all. Examples like spoiled sandwiches and poop swamps will not be repeated here...
"Cut... only returned so little survival value..." After eating two hot dogs, Brother Jue looked at his status bar and complained dissatisfiedly.
After the fall just now, his survival value has dropped to less than 30%, and he barely returned to 33% after eating a hot dog. Not in vain.
"Eh? What's this?" Just as Brother Jue was about to take his gun and leave, he inadvertently caught a glimpse... something stuck on the edge of the hot dog stand base.
After picking up the item, he immediately gave a dry laugh.
[Name: Enoch's Wisdom Teeth]
[Type: Drama Related]
[Quality: Garbage]
[Function: Unknown]
[Whether the script can be brought out: No]
[Remarks: The owner of this tooth is an extremely stingy guy. One morning, he ate too much mustard on a hot dog, and it knocked out his teeth. He immediately asked the hot dog stall owner to compensate for his loss, but was rejected and ridiculed by the stall owner. Frustrated, he quietly stole a bottle of salt from the other party's booth.]
"Idiot, this is it!" Brother Jue blurted out the swear words after reading the description of the item.
[Hidden mission completed] At the same time, the system voice rang in his ears.
Feng Bujue opened the task bar and looked, [Investigate and solve the reason why Enoch was late] ... was ticked off.
"Hey..." Brother Jue twitched the corners of his mouth, and said to himself, "That's okay too... Is the reason why he was late because 'he's an idiot'?"
Tucao is Tucao, and he also understands in his heart that the reason Enoch is late... is because he got entangled with the hot dog stand owner after losing his teeth.
"Forget it... In any case, the task is completed." Feng Bujue said, throwing away the tooth and bypassing the hot dog stand, "If the other two tasks are as simple as this one, it will be really easy and happy Woolen cloth… "
Obviously, he was thinking too much.
This hidden task is obviously the easiest of the three. As long as you find the relevant items, read the notes, and understand the meaning of the notes, you will be successful. But the next two, it's not that easy...
...
Fifteen minutes later after leaving the hot dog stand, Feng Bujue, out of breath, finally arrived in front of the post office.
At this time, it was seven forty-six, and it was only fourteen minutes before eight o'clock.
Since the front wheel of the bicycle had been deformed, Brother Jue ran all the way.
It's really not easy for him... Leaving aside the broken right hand, when running, he still has to bear the pain from his ribs and the swelling all over his body, and he still holds a heavy shotgun in his left hand. Being able to arrive within fifteen minutes is considered fast.
"Haha... Time is running out..." Brother Jue raised his hand and looked at his watch when he entered the gate of the post office, "I hope the place where the 'Last Supper' will be held is not far from here..."
He rushed up to the second floor with ease and went straight to the director's office.
thump thump—
At exactly 7:47, Brother Jue knocked on that door for the second time today.
"Please come in." Director Nelson inside the door responded immediately.
Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue pushed open the door and walked straight to the other party's desk: "Director, I have delivered all the letters."
"I know," Nelson replied. "I'm very pleased with your performance."
"I want to ask you a question." Feng Bujue didn't respond to the other party's praise, but continued quickly, "Do you know where the 'Last Supper' is held?"
Now that he has no time to beat around the bush with this npc, he can ask whatever he wants. Anyway... If the other party knows the answer, they will be able to understand the question.
"Oh... that..." Nelson's expression and tone didn't change much, "What? Do you want to participate?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied with a very sure tone.
"In that case..." Nelson said, rising from his chair.
"...then you come with us." Suddenly, someone took Nelson's words and said the second half of the sentence he hadn't said yet.
Feng Bujue heard the sound, turned around...
However, at the door of the office, there was already an extra person... a woman in a white dress.
Her hair is long, her face is indistinct, and she has a distinctive voice—even when listened up close, it feels distant and ethereal. (..) R752
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