Thriller Paradise Chapter 706: The Ghost Postman (5)
Feng Bujue hummed a song, and after riding less than 20 meters, he opened the [Otaku Town Postman Work Manual] with one hand.
Then...Thank God, his singing stopped.
"This manual was compiled by Norman Nelson. If you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me alone." Feng Bujue read the sentence printed on the first page of the manual and laughed. With a sound, he turned it over.
[As you can see, the manual itself is very thin. In order to save printing costs, I canceled the catalog. ] This is the content on the second page.
"Hey! Your nonsense takes up a whole page! Replace this paragraph with a table of contents...What's the difference in cost!" Feng Bujue complained, turning the manual to the third page.
There is indeed a lot of substantive content on this page. The top title reads: [Postman Code]
The following are a few related regulations: 1. The postman in this town must carry relevant documents when working. If the delivery is undocumented, the consequences will be at his own risk. Second, punctuality is our basic rule, please be sure to send it before the deadline of the letter and parcel, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Third, firmness is very important. No matter what kind of sinister situation you face, you must not waver. You must let the recipient accept the letter, otherwise you will be at your own risk. Fourth, bicycles are our partners. We must treat them like family members. If you cause serious damage to the bicycle in the post office, you will be at your own risk...
"At your own risk... at your own risk... at your own risk..." Feng Bujue glanced at it. After each entry, there are all these four words. "Make sure that the meaning behind these four words is not'take a gun. You're..." He thought again, "Speaking of...I went to the post office. Except for Nelson, I didn't even see any employees. Could it be that... the employees were all killed by him." Right..." He thought again, "Wait...not just the post office...the streets and alleys of this town are all empty..."
Just as Brother Jue was thinking about it, he could only hear the "jingle bell--" a bell rang. Suddenly came from behind him.
"Come back?" With the experience of the last time, Feng Bujue naturally knew what the source of the bell was. He immediately turned around and saw a bicycle tire mark approaching him.
"Hey! Man, how are you." Brother Jue put away the work manual and grabbed the handlebar with both hands. After some adjustments. He came to the side of the "invisible bicycle" and went in parallel with it, "Can you hear me?" He tried to communicate with the invisible biker.
However...Feng Bujue was deeply shocked by what happened in the next second.
At that moment, Feng Bujue felt a white light flashing in front of him. Then, there was a "prick" in my ear.
When he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground with his car, and there was a faint burnt smell all over his body...
"What's the situation?" Brother Jue sat up with a dazed expression, trying to find out the other party's position again, but at this time, the tire mark has gone away, and even the "buzz" sound of the bicycle chain is no longer possible. Hear.
He glanced at the game menu again. I found that my survival value dropped by 50% in one breath... The only thing to be thankful for was that there were no wounds or continuous debuffs left.
"I said hello, but he used an electric shock stick?" Feng Bujue was dumbfounded. "Just talking to him will trigger an attack?"
He sat for a minute, and after confirming that his body was not in serious trouble, he stood up again: "What the **** is this stuff..." He patted the dirt on his body depressedly, and lifted up the bicycle. "If he is the'Ghost Postman', then my main mission seems to be difficult to handle..."
Mind here. Something flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes: "Huh? Will it..." He took out the work manual from his pocket again and turned several pages continuously. Then he laughed, "Ha! Really!"
The chapter that Brother Jue turned to at this time. The title is [About Ghost Postman].
One, you are not allowed to talk about ghost postmen; two, you are not allowed to talk about ghost postmen; third, you are not allowed to talk about ghost postmen!
These are the first three items in this chapter...
"Hey, hey...The stalk of Fight Club will take a few rounds to be satisfied..." Feng Bujue scanned these three lines and continued to look down.
Fourth, the ghost postman is a legendary employee of the Otaku Town Post Office. He has maintained a record of no absenteeism, no return, and no delay for 15 consecutive years.
"Because he is a ghost..." Feng Bujue saw this and said with imaginary eyes.
Fifth, the ghost postman is always on his way.
"Well... I can see it." Feng Bujue's behavior of spitting out while reading the manual was also quite a fight.
Six, because the ghost postman is always on the way, please don't disturb him, otherwise you will be at your own risk.
"The consequence is that half of the blood is dropped from the **** when you say hello..." Brother Jue turned a page as he said.
Seven, if you want to communicate with the ghost postman, please write down the content on paper and put it in the form of a letter in the abandoned mailbox next to the northern town cemetery.
"I rely on... how do you know this kind of thing? Did you summarize it after being shocked countless times?" Feng Bujue said, "Huh? Wait... This booklet is from Nelson, he should know What..." He changed his expression slightly, "But the old guy has a good marksmanship, and he is cruel, and feels a bit difficult to talk from him..."
Eight, special reminder-the "soul shock" of the ghost postman cannot be isolated by an insulator. If you want to challenge him with an insulated suit, I suggest you save it.
"Very good...I can save it." Feng Bujue had indeed conceived such a plan, but after reading Article 8, this plan no longer exists.
Nine, remember, the ghost postman does not need your help and sympathy. Everything he does is voluntary. Those who have opinions about this can come to the director's office to find me and respond.
"Huh?" From this ninth...and last one, Brother Jue instantly smelled the taste of conspiracy, "This...a little bit of the meaning of no silver three hundred taels here..."
His thoughts swiftly moved again, passing these nine (in fact, seven) descriptions of ghost postmen in his mind several times. Soon... he conceived a plan.
Of course, the timing of this plan is not now. Brother Jue’s top priority now... is to deliver the letter.
"It's getting more and more interesting..." When Feng Bujue said this, it usually means... that he already knows some key information.
"Let’s think about... the direction of First Avenue..." He put away the workbook, picked up the bag from the ground, slung it directly on him, and then rode on the bike again, "Um...then Side..."
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Half an hour later, Feng Bujue's stamina was consumed by half, and he finally came to the door of No. 3 First Avenue.
He did not choose the post office as the center, near to far delivery, but in the order of addresses. Although this will take some time, this route allows him to "drop in" to explore a few more interesting places.
"Is it here..." Feng Bujue said, looking at the two-story house in front of him. "The house looks pretty good, but there is no mailbox in front of it."
Actually...Even if this household has a mailbox, it's useless. Putting the letter in the mailbox does not count as completing the task. You must hand it over to the recipient, and ask the other party to say "willing to accept", so that the progress of the task will change.
"Hey...I can't help but knock on the door." Ge Ge sighed, stopped the bicycle, and quickly walked through the withered front yard in front of the house and walked to the porch.
Papa--
After knocking on the door three times, he said loudly: "Anyone?"
After a brief silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house. Then... there was a sound of a fat man walking down the stairs in his slippers.
Some people might say, can you still hear fat or thin by listening to footsteps?
I can only say... Anyway, Brother Jue can hear it.
Crack——
After a while, a gap opened in the door. Since the people in the house did not pull off the chain lock behind the door, the door could only be opened that big.
"Who are you looking for?" There was no light in the room, and the owner stood in the darkness behind the door, asking in a weak voice.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied. He really didn't know...Because everything on these envelopes except the address was vague.
"Then get out!" The homeowner's response was simply, cursed, and slammed the door.
Papa Papa Papa——
Brother Jue immediately knocked on the door panel five times.
"What the **** do you want to do?" The owner opened the door a gap, and shouted impatiently.
"I belong to the post office." Feng Bujue took out his simple temporary work permit and shook it in front of the door. The tone and the posture are like saying "I'm from the FBI"...
"So?" The owner's attitude eased slightly, and he tentatively raised a question.
"Do you live here alone?" Feng Bujue also asked a question~ Does IndoMTL.com have anything to do with you? "The owner asked.
"It's okay if you don't answer." Feng Bujue replied calmly, and handed the envelope over, "If you live alone, this letter is for you. If someone else lives with you Well, you can help forward it." He paused, "Anyway, I have delivered the letter to the place, and how to deal with it is your business." He stretched the envelope forward again, "take it, What are you doing in a daze?"
"No...I don't want it." At this moment, the host's tone suddenly became very strange, "You go...I won't accept this letter."
His words are very concerning... Instead of saying "You sent it to the wrong place", he said "I won't accept it." In other words... he admitted that the letter was sent in the wrong place, but... he didn't want it.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue didn't expect the other party to react like this. He stared at the shadow behind the door and said, "Are you sick? It's just a letter, not a bomb, why don't you accept it? "
The owner was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and then...he whispered back: "You take it apart and see..." (to be continued)
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