Feng Bujue didn't know when and how the ghost postman would reply to him. He was not even sure whether the ghost postman would reply to him.
Regarding this information, the "fat" NPCs all expressed that they could not answer, so Brother Jue could only act according to circumstances...
"So... now it's time to deliver the tenth letter..." After leaving the mailbox in the cemetery, Feng Bujue returned to the bicycle and thought, "I'd better replenish my physical fitness first..."
As he rode his bicycle, he checked the game menu again. Now, his survival value had slowly returned to 54%, but his physical fitness value was only 452/4800.
This is the difficulty caused by "calculating the physical fitness value according to the actual body feeling of the character". In some of the nightmare difficulty scripts that Brother Jue has experienced before, he has also encountered such settings several times. "Venom in the Wild" is one
Good example.
No matter how high the player's level is, how many props and skills there are that can increase physical strength... In this nightmare setting, you have as much physical strength as the character you play has. If you abuse it regardless of consumption,
The final impact is self-evident.
"Well... let's find a way to get some supplies first..." Feng Bujue thought for a while and then made a decision, "Before Brother Ghost replies to me, it will be extremely difficult for me to crack the 'command code' by myself.
.Anyway, the information collected from those 'recipients' is enough, there is no need to use up the last of your energy to do something that is almost profitless."
After deciding on his next plan, he took out the mini map of the town from his pocket. After looking at it for a few seconds, he set off...
At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Bujue arrived at the only bar in town.
The name of the bar is "Otaku". It covers an area of just over 100 square meters, which is not as big as a post office.
The reason why Brother Jue came here is simple - according to the illustration on the mini-map, this imitation Western-style bar has a door that cannot be closed... It is not so much a door, but two movable wooden boards.
"Hmph...it's impossible to get in now, right?" Feng Bujue smiled and pushed open the door and walked into Otaku Bar.
"We haven't started business yet, sir." This was the sentence that 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, quietly wiping glasses.
"I won't stay too long." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's dissuasion and went straight to the bar.
In the process, he has scanned the entire bar environment: cheap linen wallpaper, cheap wooden floors, cheap bar counters, cheap tables and chairs, cheap sofas, cheap billiard table... beside the billiard table
, there was also a bearded man dressed as a cowboy, playing pool by himself.
"I'm sorry, it's not a matter of how long you want to stay." Seeing Brother Jue, he sat down as if nothing had happened. The bald bartender's expression changed slightly and said, "We don't receive any customers outside of business hours. Please come back after five o'clock in the evening..."
"Okay, Yang, let him sit for a while." Suddenly, the bearded cowboy beside the pool table interrupted, "This gentleman doesn't look like someone who will cause trouble..." As he spoke, he
He hit a shot, straightened up, looked at Brother Jue and said, "Am I right? Sir."
"Ha... of course." Feng Bujue smiled at the bearded man, then turned his head, looked at the bartender and said, "Can you give me something to drink? Just water."
The bald bartender looked at Brother Jue expressionlessly for two seconds, then took out a clean cup and poured him a glass of cold water.
"Excuse me...is there anything to eat? Anything is fine." Feng Bujue asked 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 his attitude was very polite. As he spoke, he reached for his wallet, "If you need it, I can..."
"Oh~ no no no, young man, don't do this." At this time, the bearded man stopped Jue Ge loudly and walked over quickly.
When they arrived at the bar, the bearded man looked at the bartender and said, "Yang, how can you talk to a customer like this? Do you think this gentleman doesn't even have the money to buy a glass of water?"
"No, boss." The bald bartender replied, "I'm just worried that he will be like those drunkards and homeless people who come in to eat and drink without any money."
"Oh... is this cowboy uncle really the boss..." Feng Bujue thought to himself after hearing the words. In fact, he had already been vaguely aware of this at the beginning of the conversation between the two people, and now the "Yang" directly shouted out
The word "boss" proved his suspicion.
"Ah~ Yang, you worry too much." The bearded man patted Brother Jue on the shoulder, "Looking at this gentleman's complexion and clothes, you can tell he is not that kind of person." He snapped his fingers and pointed at Yang
He winked and said, "Here, bring me some snacks, I happen to be hungry too."
"Okay...since you 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. Both bowls were filled with fried snacks.
"Thank you, buddy." 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 crammed them into his mouth.
He is indeed hungry, and very hungry... This hunger is undoubtedly simulated by the script. It is similar to muscle fatigue and must be relieved in some way, otherwise it will not disappear on its own.
"Hehehe..." The bearded man looked at Brother Jue's eating style and said with a smile, "Young man, it's not okay to treat this as food."
"I know, but all the restaurants in the town are closed." Feng Bujue puffed up his cheeks and replied vaguely.
This seemingly casual answer was actually a test... Brother Jue had been in the town for so long and finally met two NPCs who seemed to be relatively normal. He did not want to miss the opportunity to obtain information. Therefore, he did not
He spoke out an unusual but objective fact, and wanted to see the NPC's reaction.
"Hahahaha..." Unexpectedly, the bearded man laughed heartily and replied, "You really know how to joke, young man... It's broad daylight and it's Christmas, so why are the shops closed? Look.
..." He raised his hand and pointed towards the door of the bar, "Isn't that restaurant across the street open?"
"Across the street?" Feng Bujue was stunned. He looked in the direction pointed by the other party, and could only see a white mist... Not to mention the scenery across the street, it was just a few meters away from the store door.
, he couldn’t see clearly either.
"Haha...hehe..." Brother Jue laughed dryly, "That's right..." He couldn't figure out whether the npc was telling the truth or pretending to be a deer. Anyway, he just didn't want to argue with the other party.
"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet..." The bearded man did not continue talking about the restaurant. He took off the cowboy hat on his head and extended his hand to Brother Jue, "I am the boss here. They all
Call me 'Shooter'."
"Hello." Feng Bujue responded politely, "I'm Dave." He wiped his palms on his jacket before shaking hands with the other person.
"This is my bartender, Yang." Then, Uncle Archer raised his hand and gestured to the bald bartender, "Legend has it that he used to be a mafia, and then he was washed in a golden basin..."
"Hey!" Yang shouted immediately, interrupting his boss.
Uncle Sagittarius spread his hands and smiled: "Hehehe... well, he is a decent man, I didn't say anything."
"Hello, Yang." Feng Bujue also pretended not to hear anything and greeted Yang calmly.
But Yang just nodded to him, with the expression on his face still serious and cold.
"What are these two guys like..." Feng Bujue finished sweeping a bowl of snacks in one minute and started on the second bowl. "One is too enthusiastic, the other is too cold. And judging by the shape and the name...
...If 'shooter' can be counted as a name... both of them have a sense of being gang members..." He had an idea, "Could it be that... there are some side missions here?" (To be continued)
