Thriller Paradise Chapter 716: Dave’s World (15)
Tenth Avenue, Nine.
Same as all previous recipient addresses, ordinary two-story houses, deserted front yard, and no mailbox in front of the door.
Feng Bujue, who had parked his bicycle, slanted his shoulder bag and held a shotgun, and quickly stepped onto the front porch of the house.
Papa--
"Open the door!" He yelled while knocking on the door panel.
The next thing I don’t need to say, you must also know... Not long after, a fat man in slippers came down from the second floor, opened the door to a slap-wide gap, and stood in the shadows and asked: "You Who are you looking for?"
"Postman." Feng Bujue held up the temporary work permit, shook it in front of the other party, then put away the identification, took out the envelope, and "delivered the letter."
"I... don't accept it." Fatty No. 10 reacted exactly like the previous nine.
Crack--
Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and picked up the shotgun, piercing the muzzle into the door, and said in a deep voice, "So you can't accept it?"
"You...what are you going to do?" Fatty No.10 did not escape even though he expressed fear.
"Whether to receive the letter or receive the bullets, you choose." Feng Bujue's tone didn't seem to be a joke at all. He could be very harsh when necessary.
"No...don't kill me..." Fatty No.10 raised his hands in a surrender gesture, "Even if you shoot, I won't take it...unless..."
"Unless I report your command code?" Feng Bujue said, taking the other party's words.
"Hmm..." Fatty No.10 nodded.
"Cut..." Brother Jue screamed, and said in his heart, "Is the threat of force really unworkable..."
Two seconds later, he put down the gun. Then he said: "How many digits is your code?"
"Eleven." The fat man replied truthfully.
After getting the answer, Feng Bujue turned his head and left, rushing to the bicycle.
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For the next forty minutes, Brother Jue visited the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth recipients respectively.
The last three are without exception. Also all fat people. Their voices, personalities, reactions, etc... are also consistent with the top ten recipients.
Feng Bujue didn't get too verbose with these guys. He basically tried it if he could test it, so he didn't ask anything except the digits of the instruction code.
At 2:50 in the afternoon, Brother Jue came to the abandoned mailbox in the northern cemetery of Zhenbei again.
At this moment, an envelope has appeared on the ground next to the mailbox.
Although there is no wind around. But there was still a stone pressed on the envelope.
"Really wrote back..." Feng Bujue muttered, then picked up the envelope.
This is an earthy yellow envelope, you can feel it in your hand, there is only a thin piece of paper inside. Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter paper inside. Then... he discovered something very puzzling-both sides of the letter paper were blank.
"Come again?" Feng Bujue couldn't help but vomit, "Invisible ink? Wordless heavenly book?" His trough was the same as when he received the "newspaper".
While speaking, he took the letter to his eyes and observed it carefully, and confirmed whether there were pen marks or any smell on the paper.
"Well...what does it mean..." As Feng Bujue was pondering, he subconsciously supported his right elbow with his left hand, the index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly joined, and he ran his forehead across the tip of his nose. This habitual thinking action can make his thinking run more smoothly. "If this piece of paper simply falls next to the post box, it may be misunderstood as-this is just a piece of waste paper that has been discarded. But right now, this piece of paper is packed in an envelope and is firmly held down by a stone. ...This setting is telling me. This blank sheet of paper is indeed a'letter reply'."
After thinking for a while, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind: "Huh? Could it be..."
The next second, Brother Jue took out the previous newspaper from his shoulder bag and turned to the blank pages in it: "Indirect reminders..." Thinking of this, he simply sat on the ground, holding the letter in one hand. . Holding a newspaper in one hand, he murmured. "This'reply letter' is indeed without content... but'without content'. It can also be a reminder." He moved his gaze to the newspaper, "Remind me..." Blank place'."
Thinking of this layer, Feng Bujue tore off the first page of the newspaper.
The front page of this page is the meaningless front page headline, while the back is the second page with no text and only illustrations.
The second edition of the illustrated photo shows a brick wall with a tree standing in front of the wall. At first glance, this is another landscape photo, but if you look closely, you can find... There are bicycle tire marks on the ground at the bottom of the screen.
"Okay, let me see... the paper quality of this newspaper is average, Huo Xian and Shui Xian are probably impossible..." Feng Bujue held the "experimental product" in his hand and pondered. "The methods I can try right now are..." while he thought, he stretched his hand to the shotgun, but took it back a second later, "Wait... if the props needed to solve the mystery are in bullets The gunpowder, that ghost brother should give the puzzle after I get the gun..." He touched his chin, "That is to say... the thing that can prompt'show' was already in me at that time. Are you on me..."
Next, Brother Jue looked like a child in a natural science class, showing an expression of interest, took out a bunch of props from his pocket and arranged them in a row on the grass.
"Come on one by one..." As he said, he raised the first prop.
In the next five minutes, he first tried to read the contents of the newspaper through the camera of his phone; then he used a ballpoint pen and a pencil to draw a small area on the paper; then he used coins and keys respectively Go with the credit card and lightly scratched several areas on the newspaper.
Unfortunately, these attempts all ended in failure...
"Well...this is not right, I have to change my mind again..." he said as he picked up the seasoning bottle with salt. This is the last item on his body that may be used to solve mysteries.
His hiss...
Fortunately...this last attempt worked. When those white salt grains were sprinkled on the newspaper, wisps of white smoke came out of the paper, and the smoke still had a slight burnt smell. This is obviously not the response paper should have when it encounters salt...
[14.52,7.66, tree trunk] A few seconds later, a line of smoky carbon-colored text appeared on the blank page next to the illustration.
"Ha! There is it!" Feng Bujue's smile appeared at the same time as the words in the newspaper. He did not expect that the key to solving the puzzle would be the salt shaker found from Brother Felt Hat.
After the experiment is successful, the next thing is simple. Jue Ge relied on the gourd pot and scooped the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper one by one, and got a total of 13 similar messages.
"If nothing else...the first two numbers are coordinates." After Feng Bujue took down all the prompts, his expression became very relaxed, "The specifics are two decimal places~IndoMTL.com~ Eighty percent is to match the mini map I have on hand. And the nouns that follow each coordinate are undoubtedly to be seen in conjunction with the'illustration'."
At this moment, Brother Jue has roughly understood the meaning of these prompts. It just so happens that the coordinate on the second edition is the one closest to him currently. So, in order to verify his reasoning, he quickly packed up what he had on hand, returned to the bicycle, and set off there.
In less than five minutes, Feng Bujue came to the coordinates of [14.52,7.66] on the mini map (due to the size of the map, it is impossible for him to accurately stand on a certain point, the most is to nearby ). He searched for a while, and he saw the brick wall in the picture and the big tree planted in front of the wall.
"The trunk is..." Feng Bujue stopped the bicycle and walked over with the shotgun.
He approached the target cautiously, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster to attack him. However, the final result proved...that he was worrying too much. The tree in front of me is just a very ordinary tree, and there is no flag or any.
The only valuable thing here is an Arabic number carved on the trunk-1. (to be continued)
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