Thriller Paradise Chapter 705: The Ghost Postman (4)
Feng Bujue’s problems have gone...
For example, why did he walk all the way from Zhenkou to here without seeing a single figure? For another example, why are all the shops in the town closed? Also, what's the matter with that "invisible bike" on the road? Could it be the so-called "ghost postman"?
In addition to the above, there are also the identity of the mysterious figure, the reason why the bridge broke, etc...
There are many mysteries surrounding this small town, but none of them have been solved at the moment, and there is no clue.
"Uh...I really want to ask..." Feng Bujue pondered for a few seconds before replying, "Why..."
Boom boom boom——
Just when he was about to ask a question, three knocks on the door interrupted him.
"Ah...I almost forgot." Nelson raised his eyebrows, and said to Feng Bujue, "Today, besides you, I also asked another person for an interview." After saying this, he He immediately raised his voice and shouted in the direction of the door, "Please come in."
A few seconds later, the person outside turned the doorknob and pushed in.
Feng Bujue also turned his head along the way and looked at the door, only to see... the entry was a short man who looked about thirty-five years old. He has brown curly hair and smart blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit, the shoes on his feet were shiny, and he wore a felt hat on top of his head. Obviously... This interviewer is much more sophisticated than Dave in terms of dressing.
"Um...Hello, sir, I'm here to meet..."
Boom—click.
After only half a sentence, he was headshot by a double-barreled shotgun.
A large amount of blood and brain paste stuck to the wall of the corridor, and the corpse fell toward the door.
"Wo~de~Fak?" Feng Bujue immediately exploded in his heart, because it happened a little inexplicably and suddenly. The second is because the gunshot just now made his right ear temporarily deaf.
"You! Late! Arrived! La!" After Chief Nelson finished killing, he shouted at the body of the deceased a few meters away, "Asshole!"
"So this kind of thing will happen if you are really late..." Ge Ge silently turned his head back, looked at Nelson, and said in his heart. "When and where did you take out the gun..."
"Sorry, I hate people who aren't punctual, you know." After killing people and shouting at the corpse, Nelson put the gun down casually and received the back of the chair.
Brother Jue realized that...The gun has been hidden behind Nelson's chair, so he can get it...
"Ah~Where are we talking?" Nelson sat down again. I straightened the neckline of the suit, "Oh, yes, did I tell you that I still hate the kind of people who ask questions about the long and short questions. Who likes to inquire about things?"
"Ha ha ha ha..." At this moment, Feng Bujue adjusted his facial muscles and successfully showed a mentally retarded smile, "Director, it's not too early, I'm going to deliver the letter." He put the table on the table. Sweeping things into his arms, turned his head and left.
"Wait." Nelson suddenly stopped Brother Jue again.
Feng Bujue's cold sweat came down, and he tensed his body. Turning his head slowly: "Is there anything else..."
"Of course." Nelson said, and took a card from the inside pocket of his suit, and then picked up the pen on the table. I wrote something on it, and then I affixed a chapter, "You have to take this temporary work permit, otherwise the townspeople will refuse to accept the letter you sent."
"Hmm...understand..." Brother Jue breathed a sigh of relief, walked back to the table, and took the card from the other party.
[Name: Temporary Work Permit for Otaku Town Post Office]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Prove the identity of your "postman"]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: The validity period of this card is only twenty-four hours. 】
"If you accidentally lose your ID. You can come back and ask me to sign another one for you." Nelson said, "But...this one is the only one that is free. Understand?"
"Completely understand." Feng Bujue nodded in response.
"Okay, then... good luck. Mr. Dave." After Nelson said this, he lowered his head and began to deal with some paper documents that had been lying on the table.
Obviously, this plot has come to an end.
Feng Bujue collected his things and ran out immediately. But...before he went out, he hadn't forgotten to be careful-he took the door shut.
After closing the door, without saying anything, Brother Jue jumped on the headshot corpse...
(At this moment, if what comes to your mind is-"Come while it is hot", please consult a psychiatrist or call the police to surrender.)
"This is an adult man...who is away from home, but he doesn't have a wallet on him?" Feng Bujue rummaged the other party's pocket with a very skillful technique, and then vomited, "You are Alan. Haber (the fictional character in "Two and a half Heroes" is very poor for various reasons, and because of poverty, he has become stingy, and gradually loses his integrity. In order not to pay the bill, he will basically deliberately not bring his wallet when he goes out for appointments.)? "
In the end, he only found three things on the other person: a seasoning bottle full of salt (looks like it was stolen in a restaurant), a five-dollar bill, and a short one. Truncated wooden pencil.
"In a sense... I feel sympathetic to this guy..." Feng Bujue stood up after searching the corpse and said, "You can't tell from the outside that he is so poor..." He put a few things Put it in his pocket, and glanced at the blood-stained and a little scorched felt hat on the ground, "Oh... forget it..."
That hat looks really good. It must be more expensive than the other belongings on this man, and it should be something he used to support the facade. It's a pity... it's worthless now.
"Um...I couldn't find an item that could prove his identity..." Feng Bujue was walking along the corridor and thinking, "I can't confirm whether he is a resident of this town or an outsider..." He He stepped down and quickly returned to the lobby on the first floor of the post office, "If he is not a citizen of Otaku Town. Then the question is coming... The bridge has been broken, how did he get in?" His thinking was like a picture. Spread out like a cobweb, and constantly deduced various possibilities, "Excluding low-probability assumptions such as skydiving, there are probably two situations...One. There is actually more than one path between this town and the outside world. Second, he was earlier than me. Entered the town, but I don’t know why... but I was ten minutes late."
As he thought about it, he had found the exit to the back door of the post office and walked over.
"The figure who reminded me earlier said that if the bridge is broken, I can't get out..." He then thought. "Let’s just think that she’s telling the truth, so... Then... speculate based on the second situation... How did the man in the felt hat (Brother Jue gave him a code name so casually) came to Otaku Town How long ago did he come here again? If he also drove in from the other side of the bridge this morning, and came earlier than me, then I came along this way... even if he didn’t see him, he should have seen his car. Yes..."
When I thought of this. Brother Jue has walked out the back door of the post office.
The entire backyard of this post office is a huge bicycle shed. At the moment, only one bicycle is parked in the carport.
"Take all the choices on this line of reasoning with a higher probability, that is... The Felt Hat is not a resident of the town, he did not enter the town from other entrances, and he did not come this morning..." When I came to the bicycle, I was still mumbling, "Conclusion... He came to town yesterday, or some earlier time, and was preparing for today’s interview. But this morning. He met some Something...causes him to be a few minutes late."
"Huh..." He unlocked the bicycle lock and exhaled to the sky, "Perhaps... he stayed in the hotel all night. I woke up this morning. I found my wallet missing. I didn't find it after looking for it for a long time... and His car keys were also in his wallet... Seeing that the time was running out, he could only run over, but in the end... he was still late."
After drawing this plausible inference, he stopped thinking about the clue of the man in the felt hat, and left a word in his thinking hall-"If conditions permit. Go to the hotel to investigate. , May be able to get the other party’s identity clues or a functioning car."
Done these. Brother Jue's attention shifted to a few items in his hands.
First of all, the thirteen letters...
[Name: Letter to Otaku Town]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Unknown]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Most of the information on this envelope has been blurred. And there is no stamp on the letter. The only recognizable address is the recipient's address: Maine, Otakou Town, First Avenue, No. 3. 】
This explanation comes from the top one of the stack of letters. The descriptions of the remaining twelve letters are basically the same. The only difference is the address in the remarks (in fact, you don’t need to read the description of the item, because it is also written on the envelope).
In order to avoid the suspicion of collapsing words, I will not list the description of the twelve letters one by one here, just list the different parts of the address.
Second Envelope: [Second Avenue, Nine. 】
The third letter: [Third Avenue, No.7. 】
The fourth letter: [Fourth Avenue, No.10. 】
The Fifth Letter: [Fifth Avenue, No. 3. 】
Sixth Letter: [Sixth Avenue, Number Nine. 】
Seventh Letter: [Seventh Avenue, No. 7. 】
The eighth letter: [Eighth Avenue, Number One. 】
The Ninth Letter: [Ninth Avenue, Number Three. 】
The tenth letter: [Tenth Avenue, Number Nine. 】
The eleventh letter: [Eleventh Avenue, No. 7. 】
The twelfth letter: [Twelfth Avenue, number one. 】
The thirteenth letter: [Thirteenth Avenue, No. 3. 】
"Huh...Maine..." After reading the addresses of the thirteen letters, Feng Bujue's first reaction was to complain, "This script is based on Stephen King (most of the stories written by him) It all happened in Maine), right..."
While speaking, he has packed the pile of letters into the bag in the pocket of his bicycle. Then, he took out the mini map and it took three minutes to engrave it completely in his mind.
In the end, he picked up the "workbook" that Director Nelson had handed him and put it before his eyes.
[Name: Otaku Town Postman Work Manual]
[Type: Plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Record the code of conduct of the postman in Otaku Town, and some necessary knowledge]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: I am not a person who must compare the baht~IndoMTL.com~ My requirements are very simple: punctual and firm.
—Norman Nelson. 】
"Hey...you are really not a person who must compare the baht..." Feng Bujue looked at the item notes and smiled, "You are a crazy old man who kills without blinking..."
Speaking, he got on the bicycle. Controlling the front of the car with one hand and holding the work manual in the other, drove the car out of the backyard of the post office.
Brother Jue is a person who likes to multitask, so he thinks...I can read the work manual while riding the bike...In this way, he can combine the hurrying and watching the set time. Anyway, the streets of this small town are also empty. He just needs to watch the road from the sidelines and don’t ride into the ditch...
"Drink...It's so cold to ride without gloves in winter..." After Feng Bujue rode the bike into the street, he took a few more breaths of moist air and felt refreshed , Leng Chexin. So... he decided to sing a song to warm himself up, "The first fog in 2002~ came later than before~" (to be continued)
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