Feng Bujue hummed a song, rode less than twenty meters, and opened the [Otaku Town Postman Work Manual] with one hand.
And then...thank God, his singing stopped.
"If you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me alone." Feng Bujue read out the sentence printed on the first page of the manual, laughed dryly, and turned it over.
[As you can see, the manual itself is very thin. In order to save printing costs, I canceled the table of contents.] This is what is on the second page.
"Hey! This nonsense sentence of yours takes up a whole page! Replacing this paragraph with a table of contents...what's the difference in cost?" Feng Bujue complained while turning the manual to the third page.
There is indeed a lot of substantive content on this page. The title at the top reads: [Postman Code]
Here are a few relevant regulations: First, the postman in this town must carry relevant documents when working. If you deliver without a certificate, you will be responsible for the consequences. Second, punctuality is our basic principle. Please be sure to send letters and parcels before the deadline.
It must be delivered, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Third, firmness is very important. No matter what dangerous situation you face, you must not waver. You must let the recipient accept the letter, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Fourth, bicycles are our partners.
We must treat them as kindly as we treat family members. If you cause serious damage to the post office bicycle, you will bear the consequences...
"You are responsible for the consequences... You are responsible for the consequences... You are responsible for the consequences..." Feng Bujue glanced over and saw these four words behind each entry. "Make sure the meaning behind these four words is not 'kill you with a gun'"
Well..." He then thought about it, "Speaking of which... I went into the post office. Except for Nelson, I didn't even see a single employee. Could it be that... all the employees were destroyed by him...
He then thought again, "Wait a minute...it's not just the post office...the streets and alleys of this town are all deserted..."
Just when Brother Jue was thinking wildly, he heard "Ding-a-ling--" a bell rang suddenly from behind him.
"Are you coming?" After the experience last time, Feng Bujue naturally knew the source of the ringtone. He immediately turned his head following the sound, and sure enough he saw a bicycle tire mark approaching him.
"Hey! Hello, brother." Brother Jue put away the work manual and grabbed the handlebars with both hands. After some adjustments, he came to the side of the "invisible bicycle" and walked parallel to it, "
Can you hear me?" He tried to communicate verbally with the invisible cyclist.
However... what happened in the next second shocked Feng Bujue deeply.
At that moment, Feng Bujue felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes. Then, a "stab" sounded in his ears.
When he came back to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground along with his car, and there was a faint smell of burning all over his body...
"What's going on?" Brother Jue sat up with a confused look on his face, trying to find the other party's position again, but at this time, the tire marks had gone far away, and even the "buzz" sound of the bicycle chain could no longer be heard.
He looked at the game menu again. He found that his survival value dropped by 50% in one breath... The only thing he was thankful for was that there were no wounds or continuous debuffs left.
"I said hello, but he shocked me with an electric shock baton?" Feng Bujue was stunned. "Just talking to him will trigger the attack?"
He sat for a minute, and after confirming that his body was fine, he stood up again: "What the hell is this guy doing..." He patted the dirt on his body depressedly and held up the bicycle, "If he
It's the 'Ghost Postman', so my main mission seems to be difficult..."
Thinking of this, something suddenly flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes: "Eh? Could it be..." He took out the work manual from his pocket again and flipped through several pages. Then he laughed, "Ha!
It really does!"
The chapter that Brother Jue turned to at this time was titled [About the Ghost Postman].
First, you are not allowed to talk about the ghost postman; second, you are not allowed to talk about the ghost postman; third, you are not allowed to talk about the ghost postman!
Here are the first three items in this chapter...
"Hey...you have to play "Fight Club" a few times before you're satisfied with it..." Feng Bujue scanned these three lines and continued reading.
Fourth, the ghost postman is a legendary employee of the post office in Otaku Town. He has maintained a record of no absences, no returns, and no delays for fifteen consecutive years.
"Is it because he is a ghost..." Feng Bujue thought with empty eyes when he saw this.
5. The ghost postman is always on his way.
"Hmm... I can see it." Feng Bujue's behavior of complaining while reading the manual was also very hard-working.
6. Because the ghost postman is always on his way, please do not disturb him, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.
"The consequence is that you'll lose half of your blood after saying hello..." Brother Jue said as he turned a page.
7. If you want to communicate with the ghost postman, please write the content on paper and put it in the form of a letter into the abandoned mailbox next to the cemetery in the north of the town.
"Holy crap...how do you know this kind of thing? Did you sum it up after being electrocuted countless times?" Feng Bujue said, "Eh? Wait...this booklet was published by Nelson, what should he know...
..." His expression changed slightly, "But this old guy has good marksmanship and is ruthless. It's a bit difficult to get words from him..."
8. Special reminder - the ghost postman's "soul shock" cannot be isolated by insulators. If you want to wear a set of insulated clothes to challenge him, 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 existed.
9. Remember, the ghost postman does not need your help or sympathy. Everything he does is voluntary. Anyone who has any objections to this can come to the director's office to find my reaction.
"Huh?" Brother Jue immediately smelled the smell of conspiracy from the ninth...and last item, "This...this one kind of means that there is no three hundred taels of silver here..."
His mind started to work rapidly again, and he went through these nine (actually seven) descriptions of the ghost postman several times in his mind. Soon... he conceived a plan.
Of course, the time to implement 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 says this, it usually means... that he already knows some key information.
"Let me think about it...the direction of First Street..." He put away his work manual, picked up his satchel from the ground, slung it directly across his body, and then got on his bicycle again, "Well...over there...
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Half an hour later, Feng Bujue's physical energy had been depleted by half, and he finally arrived at the door of No. 3 First Street.
He did not choose to deliver from near to far with the post office as the center. Instead, he delivered in order of address. Although it would take some more time, this route allowed him to "drop in" to explore several interesting places.
location.
"Is this right here..." Feng Bujue looked at the two-story private house in front of him and thought, "The house looks pretty good, but there isn't even a mailbox in front of the house."
In fact...it's useless even if this household has a mailbox. Stuffing the letter into the mailbox does not count as completing the task. It must be handed over to the recipient's hands and the other party expresses "willing to accept it" to progress the task.
will change.
"Oh... I have no choice but to knock on the door." Brother Jue sighed, parked his bicycle, and quickly walked through the withered grassy front yard in front of the house and walked to the porch.
Bang bang bang——
After knocking on the door three times, he said loudly: "Is there anyone there?"
After a brief silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house. Then... there was the sound of a fat man walking down the stairs in slippers.
Some people may say that you can tell whether you are fat or thin by listening to footsteps?
All I can say is... Brother Jue can hear it anyway.
Click——
After a while, the door opened a gap. Since the person in the room did not remove the chain lock behind the door, the door could only be opened so wide.
"Who are you looking for?" There was no light in the house, and the owner stood in the darkness behind the door, asking in a feeble voice.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied. He really didn't know...because except for the addresses, all other contents on these envelopes were vague.
"Then get lost!" The owner of the house responded simply. He cursed and slammed the door.
Pah pah pah pah——
Brother Jue immediately knocked on the door panel five times.
"What do you want to do?" The owner of the house opened the door a crack again and shouted impatiently.
"I'm from the Post Office." Feng Bujue took out his simple temporary work permit and waved it in front of the door. His tone and posture seemed to say "I'm from the FBI"...
"So?" The owner's attitude softened slightly, and he asked a tentative question.
"Are you the only one who lives here?" Feng Bujue also asked a question.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" the homeowner asked.
"It's okay not to answer." Feng Bujue replied calmly and handed the envelope over. "If you live alone, this letter is addressed to you. If there are others living with you, you
Just help me pass it on." He paused, "Anyway, I've sent the letter to the place, it's your business to deal with it." He stretched the envelope forward a little more, "Take it, and do it in a daze.
Well?"
"No...I don't want it." At this moment, the owner's tone suddenly became very strange, "You go away...I won't accept this letter."
What he said is very concerning... He didn't say "You sent it to the wrong place", but said "I won't accept it". In other words... he admitted that the letter was not sent to 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?"
Hearing this, the owner of the house was silent for a few seconds, and then...he whispered back: "Take it apart and see for yourself..." (To be continued)
