Like all previous recipient addresses, it is an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard and no mailbox in front of the door.
After parking his bicycle, Feng Bujue quickly stepped onto the porch in front of the house with his bag slung over his shoulder and shotgun in hand.
Bang bang bang——
"Open the door!" He shouted loudly while knocking on the door.
I don’t need to tell you what happened next, I’m sure you all know it... Not long after, a fat man wearing slippers came down from the second floor, opened the door to a palm-wide gap, and stood in the shadow and asked: "Who are you looking for?
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"Postman." Feng Bujue raised his temporary work ID card, waved it in front of the other party, then put away the ID card, took out the envelope, and said, "Deliver the letter."
"I... won't accept it." Fatty No. 10's reaction was exactly the same as the previous nine.
Click——
Feng Bujue picked up the shotgun, put the muzzle of the gun into the crack of the door, and said in a deep voice: "Will you accept it?"
"You...what are you going to do?" Fatty No. 10 showed fear, but he did not run away.
"Whether you want to receive the letter or the bullet, you can choose for yourself." Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like a joke at all. He could be very harsh when necessary.
"No... don't kill me..." Fatty No. 10 raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Even if you shoot, I won't take it... unless..."
"Unless I report your command code?" Feng Bujue took over the other party's words and said.
"Hmm..." Fatty No. 10 nodded.
"Tch..." Brother Jue spat, thinking in his mind, "Threats of force are really not feasible..."
Two seconds later, he put down the gun and said again: "What is the number of your code?"
"Eleven." Fatty replied truthfully.
After receiving the answer, Feng Bujue turned around and left, rushing to his bicycle.
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In the next forty minutes, Brother Jue visited the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth recipients of the letter respectively.
The last three, without exception, are all fat men. Their voices, personalities, reactions, etc... are also consistent with the first ten recipients.
Feng Bujue didn't bother to talk to these guys. He had basically tested everything he could, so he didn't ask anything except the number of digits in the command code.
At 2:50 in the afternoon, Brother Jue once again came to the abandoned mailbox in Zhenbei Cemetery.
At this moment, an envelope appeared on the ground next to the mailbox.
Although there was no wind, there was still a stone on top of the envelope.
"I really replied to the letter..." Feng Bujue muttered, and went over to pick up the envelope.
This was an khaki envelope. You could feel it in your hand. There was only a thin piece of paper inside. Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter paper inside. Then...he discovered something
It's very puzzling - both sides of the letter paper are blank.
"Come again?" Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain, "Invisible ink? Wordless heavenly book?" His fault was the same as when he received the "newspaper".
While he was talking, he held the letter in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, making sure there were no rubbing marks or any smell on the paper.
"Hmm...what do you mean..." As Feng Bujue pondered, he subconsciously held his right elbow with his left hand, slightly joined the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and traced his forehead across the tip of his nose. This habitual
Thinking about actions can make his thinking run more smoothly. "If this piece of paper simply falls next to the mailbox, 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
It was put in an envelope and pressed down by a stone... This setting is telling me that this piece of white paper is indeed a 'reply letter'."
After thinking for a moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind: "Eh? Could it be..."
The next second, Brother Jue took out the previous newspaper from his bag and flipped to the blank pages: "Indirect reminder..." Thinking of this, he simply sat on the floor, holding the letter in one hand and the other hand.
He looked at the newspaper and murmured, "This 'reply letter' does indeed have no content... but the 'no content' aspect can also be a reminder." His eyes moved to the newspaper, "It reminds me...
'The answer lies in the seemingly blank space'."
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue tore off the first page of the newspaper.
The front of this page is the meaningless front page headline, and the back is the second page with no text and only illustrations.
The illustrated photo of the second edition 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... on the ground at the bottom of the picture.
Bicycle tire marks.
"Okay, let's take a look... The paper of this newspaper is average, and it is probably impossible to show the fire and water..." Feng Bujue took the "experiment" in his hand and thought about it, "Right now I
There are ways to try..." He was thinking as he stretched out his hand towards the shotgun, but took it back after a second, "Wait a minute... if the prop needed to solve the puzzle is the gunpowder in the bullet,
Brother Ghost should have given me the puzzle after I got the gun..." He touched his chin and said, "In other words... the thing that can make the prompt 'appear' was already on my body at that time?
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Then, like a child taking a natural science class, Brother Jue showed an interested expression, took out a bunch of props from his pocket, and lined them up in a row on the grass.
"Let's do it one by one..." As he said that, 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 mobile phone; then he used a ballpoint pen and a pencil to mark a small area on the paper; and then he used coins, keys and credit cards to go there.
Gently scratched several areas on the newspaper.
Unfortunately, these attempts all ended in failure...
"Hmm... This isn't right either, I have to change my thinking..." He thought as he picked up the seasoning bottle with salt. This was the last item on his body that could be used to solve the puzzle.
Hiss, hiss...
Fortunately... this last attempt worked. When those white salt grains were sprinkled on the newspaper, wisps of white smoke came out from the paper, with a slight burnt smell in the smoke. This was obviously not
How paper should react when it encounters salt...
【,Tree Trunk】After a few seconds, a line of smoky carbon-colored text appeared on the blank page next to the illustration.
"Ha! Yes!" Feng Bujue's smile appeared at the same time as the words on the newspaper. He did not expect that the key item to solve the puzzle would be the salt shaker found from the felt hat brother.
After the experiment was successful, the next thing was easy. Jue Ge followed the gourd, pot and ladle and cracked the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper in sequence, and got a total of thirteen similar pieces of information.
"If nothing else...the first two numbers are the coordinates." Feng Bujue's expression became very relaxed after writing down all the tips, "As for the two decimal places, 80% of them are to match what I have on hand.
That mini map. And the noun that follows each coordinate is undoubtedly meant to be viewed in conjunction with the 'illustration'."
At this moment, Brother Jue roughly understood the meaning of these prompts. It happened that the coordinates on the second page were the ones closest to him. So, in order to verify his reasoning, he quickly packed up the things at hand and returned.
Got on the bike and set off towards there.
In less than five minutes, Feng Bujue arrived near the coordinates of [ ] on the mini map (due to the size of the map, it was impossible for him to stand on a certain point very accurately, at most he would be nearby). He searched for a while
At once, I saw the brick wall in the illustration and the big tree planted in front of the wall.
"Tree trunk, right..." Feng Bujue parked his bicycle and walked over with a shotgun in hand.
He cautiously approached the target step by step, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster and attack him. However, the final result proved... that he was overly worried. The tree in front of him was just an ordinary tree, in this location
There are no flags or .
The only valuable thing here is an Arabic numeral carved on the tree trunk - 1. (To be continued)
