Thriller Paradise Chapter 712: Dave’s World (11)

Feng Bujue didn't know when and how the ghost postman would reply to himself. He was not even sure whether the other party would reply to himself.

Regarding this information, the "fat guys" all said they couldn't answer, so Jue brother can only act by chance...

"So... now I'm going to deliver the tenth letter..." After leaving the mailbox in the cemetery, Feng Bujue returned to the bicycle and said, "I'd better go to replenish physical fitness first..."

While riding the bicycle, he checked the game menu again. Right now, his survival value has slowly recovered to 54%, but his stamina value is only 452/4800.

This is the difficulty created by "calculating physical fitness according to the actual body feeling of the character". In some of the nightmare difficulty scripts that Jue had experienced before, he also encountered such a setting several times. "The Wilderness for Poison" is a good example.

No matter how high the player’s level is, how many items and skills can improve physical value... In this kind of nightmare setting, you have as much physical power as the character you play. If you misuse it regardless of consumption, the final impact is self-evident.

"Well...I’d better find a way to get some supplies first..." Feng Bujue thought for a while, and then made a choice, "Before Ghost Brother gave me a reply, I would crack the'command code' by myself. It’s extremely difficult. Anyway, the information collected from those “recipients” is enough, and there is no need to use the last physical energy to do something that is almost useless."

After deciding on the next plan, he took out the mini map of the town from his pocket. After watching for a few seconds, he set off...

At twelve o'clock noon, Feng Bujue came to the only bar in town.

The name of the bar is "Otaku". It covers an area of ​​no more than 100 square meters, which is not as big as a post office.

The reason for coming here is very simple-according to the illustration on the mini map, this western-style bar has a door that cannot be closed... Not so much a door, but two movable pieces Wooden planks.

"Huh...it's impossible to get in now, right?" Feng Bujue opened the door with a smile and walked into the Otaku Bar.

"We haven't started business yet, sir." And that was what greeted Brother Jue.

Feng Bujue raised his eyes and looked at the speaker.

It was a bald man about two meters tall, dressed as a bartender, standing behind the bar, wiping the glass quietly.

"I won't stay for long." Feng Bujue ignored the opponent's dissuasion. Go straight to the bar.

During this process, he has scanned the entire bar environment: cheap linen wallpaper, cheap wooden floors, cheap bar counters, cheap tables and chairs, cheap sofas, cheap weekly billiard tables... At the billiard table, there is a bearded man dressed as a cowboy, playing billiards alone.

"I'm sorry, it's not a question of how long you stay." Seeing that brother sat down casually. The bald bartender's expression changed slightly, "We do not accept any guests during non-business hours, please wait after five o'clock in the evening..."

"Okay, Yang, let him sit for a while." Suddenly, the bearded cowboy at the pool table interrupted, "This gentleman doesn't look like a troublemaker..." between. He hit a shot, straightened up and looked at Brother Jue. "Am I right? Sir."

"Heh... of course..." Feng Bujue smiled at the beard, then turned his head, looked at the bartender and said, "May I have something to drink? Water is fine. "

The bald bartender looked at Brother blankly for two seconds, then took out a clean glass and poured a glass of cold water for him.

"Excuse me...is there anything to eat? Anything is fine." Feng Bujue said again.

This time. The bald bartender cast a suspicious look: "Are you sure you have enough money to pay the bill? Sir." When he said this, he deliberately added an accent to the last "sir".

"Yes..." Feng Bujue just wanted to eat and drink now. So he was very polite, as he said. One side has reached out and touched his wallet, "If you need it, I can now..."

"Oh~ no no no, young man, don't be like this." At this moment, the beard stopped Jue's behavior loudly, and walked over quickly.

When he arrived at the bar, the bearded man looked at the bartender and said, "Yang, how can you talk to the guests like this? Don't you think this gentleman has even the money to buy a glass of water?"

"No, boss." The bald bartender replied, "I'm just worried that he, like those alcoholics and homeless people, will come in and eat and drink without any money."

"Oh...Is this uncle cowboy really the boss..." Feng Bujue heard the words in his heart. In fact, at the beginning of the conversation between the two of them, he had vaguely realized this, and now that "Yang" directly shouted out the word "Boss", which proved his conjecture.

"Ah~Yang, you are too worried." The beard patted Jue's shoulder, "Looking at this gentleman's complexion and clothes, you know that he is not that kind of person." He snapped his fingers. He winked at Yang and said, "Come, bring me some snacks, I happen to be hungry too."

"Well...Since you have said so..." The bald bartender shrugged and responded.

A few seconds later, he took out two small bamboo bowls lined with paper towels from the bar, and both bowls were filled with fried snacks.

"Thank you, man." Feng Bujue said to Yang, then looked at the bearded man and said, "Thank you too, boss."

After that, Brother Jue grabbed a lot of snacks and stuffed it into his mouth like a duck.

He is indeed hungry, and he is very hungry...This kind of hunger is undoubtedly simulated by the script, which is similar to the fatigue of muscles. It must be relieved in some way, otherwise it will not disappear by itself.

"Hahaha..." The bearded smiled at Brother Jue's face, "Young man, it's not okay to eat this as a meal."

"I know, but none of the restaurants in town are open." Feng Bujue replied vaguely, bulging his cheeks.

This seemingly inadvertent answer is actually a test... After being in town for so long, he finally met two seemingly normal ones. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to obtain information. Therefore, he calmly stated an unusual but objective fact, and wanted to see the reaction.

"Hahahaha..." Who knows, the bearded laughed heartily, and replied, "You really can laugh, young man... It's daytime, it's Christmas again, how can the store be closed? Look..." He raised his hand and pointed towards the entrance of the bar, "Isn't the restaurant open across the street?"

"Across the street?" Feng Bujue was stunned. He looked in the direction pointed by him, only a white mist...not to mention the scenery across the street, just a few meters away from the store. He can't see clearly where the distance is.

"Ha...Haha..." Brother Jue laughed dryly, "That's right..." He couldn't figure out whether this was telling the truth or referring to it, anyway, he didn't want to argue with the other party.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet..." The beard didn't go on talking about the restaurant. He took off the cowboy hat on his head and reached out to Brother Chaojue, "I'm the boss here. , They all call me "Shooter"."

"Hello." Feng Bujue responded politely, "I am Dave." He wiped his palms on his jacket before shaking hands~IndoMTL.com~This is mine. The bartender, Yang. "Then, Uncle Archer raised his hand and gestured to the bald bartender, "It is said that he used to be a mafia, and later the golden basin..."

"Hey!" Yang shouted immediately, interrupting his boss.

Uncle Sagittarius spread his hands and smiled: "Hehehe...well, he is a decent person, I didn't say anything."

"Hello, Yang." Feng Bujue also pretended not to hear anything, and said hello to Yang calmly.

Yang just nodded to him, the expression on his face was still serious and cold.

"What's the number of these two goods..." Feng Bujue finished a bowl of snacks in one minute, and began to work on the second bowl. "One is too enthusiastic, the other is too cold. And look at the shape Listen to the name...If the "Shooter" can be counted as a name... Both of them also have a kind of gangster style..." He had an idea, "Could it be...Is there any side mission here too?" /

If you feel good-looking, please recommend this site URL to your friends!

If you are away from home, just go to the mobile version