"I see..." The moment he saw that number, many pieces of information in Feng Bujue's mind were instantly twisted together, forming a complete chain of clues, "Thirteen pictures, thirteen coordinates, thirteen
A noun that points to 'a certain place'... can lead me to find thirteen command codes." When he said this, he had already turned back and walked towards the bicycle, "Because only the ghost postman knows everyone's command code, so
...In every illustrated photo, you can find the tire marks he left when passing by..."
Brother Jue kicked up the support frame of the bicycle, stepped on the seat, and said: "Well... although the inference itself can be established, the possibility of 'coincidence' or 'exceptional cases' cannot be ruled out... To be on the safe side,
It’s better to step on each coordinate according to the order of the newspaper page..."
He thought carefully. After all, he had only confirmed one clue so far, so he could not draw conclusions for granted. He had to go to at least three places, find three numbers that were suspected to be command codes, and match the recipients one by one before he could be completely sure.
Your own inference is correct.
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To make a long story short, twenty minutes later, Feng Bujue arrived at the third page of the newspaper...the place recorded in the second illustration.
Based on the clues of coordinates and nouns, he found the number "16" at the bottom of a trash can... which was exactly the command code of Fat Man No. 2.
Then, he went non-stop to the location taken in the third illustration - a farmland in the west of the town. And on a fence beside the farmland, he found three numbers painted in paint - "219"
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After getting the three-digit number, he naturally went straight to Fatty No. 3's residence and knocked on the recipient's door again.
This time, Brother Jue didn't say anything nonsense. As soon as the other party answered the door, he said: "Command code 219, please accept the letter."
As a result... Fatty No. 3 really accepted the letter.
At this point, Feng Bujue's inference has basically been confirmed. What he has to do next is no longer difficult at all... He only needs to design the most time-saving and efficient route in his mind, and then follow this route
After exploring the ten locations with command codes recorded and asking the remaining ten fat men to accept the letters, the side mission will be considered completed.
Although the final completion time was longer than he initially expected, it should still be completed before eight o'clock in the evening. That was still four full hours before the "before midnight" required by the task, which was more than enough.
Brother Jue... did have such a plan at that time, but his plan changed soon after.
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In the afternoon, four fifteen.
Brother Jue, who had explored five coordinate points along the established route, suddenly stopped moving.
"Damn... you're stupid!" He stopped in the middle of the road and cursed to himself. "Such an obvious pattern... I should have discovered it a long time ago..."
I don't know what he thought of, but he immediately turned the front of the bicycle and headed for the recipient's address closest to him.
Ten minutes later, Feng Bujue came to Fatty Thirteen's porch.
The recipient's command code was a fourteen-digit number, and Brother Jue had not recorded the coordinates of the code yet, but he still knocked on the other party's door firmly.
"It's you again..." After opening the door, Fatty No. 13 stared at Brother Jue through the crack in the door and said, "I told you. Without the command code, I won't..."
"Wait a moment." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on it for a while. About five seconds later, he handed over the thirteenth letter with his other hand and pressed it with all his strength.
After the words fell, the fat man was stunned for two seconds. These two seconds made Feng Bujue quite nervous...
Fortunately, two seconds later, Fatty No. 13 took the envelope obediently and said gloomily: "Damn it..."
"Huh... great." Feng Bujue smiled.
At this moment, he had completely cracked the code pattern on the thirteen fat men; he could tell all thirteen codes without having to explore the coordinate points indicated by the newspaper.
Moreover, through this "law", he also knew in advance... that among these thirteen fat men, there was an anomaly.
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In the evening, half past six.
Feng Bujue rode his bicycle and arrived in front of a hotel on the west side of the town.
At this time, his side task [send all letters before midnight] has been completed. Because he did not go to any coordinate points indicated in the newspaper to find codes, but directly ran through all the remaining recipient addresses and reported them one by one.
The fat men's command code was issued and they were asked to accept the letter.
The impact of completing the side mission ahead of schedule was... the moment Brother Jue sent the last letter, he received three new missions in succession:
[Investigate and unravel the reason why Enoch was late]
[Trying to participate in the "Last Supper"]
[Crack the world view of the script before completing the main mission]
These three items are all classified as hidden tasks...
Of course, for Feng Bujue, there is nothing wrong with this. It can even be said that... this kind of development is just to his liking.
"Well... according to the map, this is the only hotel in the town. If Enoch (Brother Jue inferred from the mission content, Enoch is the name of the man in the felt hat) is an outsider in the town like me, and he was already there yesterday.
Arriving...then there is a high probability that he spent the night here." When Brother Jue arrived at the door of the hotel, he thought to himself, "However...it cannot be ruled out that he has relatives in this town, or that he was there last night.
Maybe he hooked up with a girl in a bar or something."
While he was thinking, he opened the hotel door.
"Hmph...it's open, right..." The moment he pushed the door open, Feng Bujue knew he was in the right place.
Although the town of Otaku is very large, there are only a handful of buildings that players can enter. It is rare to find a place that you can enter, so it must have some reputation.
"Is there anyone there?" After a few seconds, Feng Bujue walked through a not-so-long aisle and came to a counter. Since there was no bell or anything on the counter, Brother Jue could only rely on his voice to call people.
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"I can't help myself when there's no one around!" He waited for a moment, and when no one responded, he shouted again.
But the result is the same, no one is no one.
"Very good." Feng Bujue smiled, walked around to the counter, lifted the countertop and walked in.
The first thing he did was to look through the thick register on the table and find the name "Enoch."
"Well...it seems like there are a lot of people living in this place..." When looking through the records, Brother Jue was surprised to find that there were quite a lot of names on this booklet. According to what was recorded on it, there were people in this hotel at the moment.
Seventy percent of the rooms are occupied.
"Most of the people who come to stay at the hotel are from outside the town..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "We can try to communicate later and see if we can get any information."
He quickly wrote down some room numbers and the names of the residents, then turned around, took out the key to room No. 204 that Enoch checked in from the key cabinet behind the counter, hummed a little tune and ran to the second floor.
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This kind of small hotel usually does not have an elevator. Feng Bujue went up the stairs, passed a dimly lit corridor covered with red carpet, and quickly found room 204.
He stood in front of the door, pondered for two seconds, and then... inserted the key, opened the door, raised the shotgun at high speed, and took a look at every angle inside the door.
After confirming that there was no obvious threat in sight, he quickly stepped into the door, imitating the movements and sequences of police searching the house in police movies, and explored all corners and blind spots such as behind the door, under the bed, in the bathroom, etc.
During the whole process, he didn't speak, and even the sound of his footsteps was very low. It could be described as quiet, quick, and accurate.
It's a pity... In the single-player nightmare book, there are always relatively few mobs. His rather professional clearing process is just a waste of emotions...
After completing the circle, Brother Jue returned to the door, closed the door, and let out a long breath...
"Okay..." He put the gun on the cabinet next to the door, freed his hand, looked at the empty room and said, "We can officially search..." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated.
