Feng Bujue spent half an hour carefully surveying the entire room 204.
Then, he sat on the bed and meditated...
"The wardrobe is empty, and there are no coats or trousers in the suitcase, only a limited number of underwear and socks... This shows that he does not plan to stay out for too long. Regardless of whether the interview is successful or not, he will go home before tomorrow...
..." The various information just collected flashed quickly in front of Brother Jue, "Although he went to the bar last night, considering that he has an interview early this morning, he will not drink too much or stay too late...
...The look on his face before he died can also prove this... At least in the few seconds before he was head-shot, he looked quite energetic, without any sign of hangover or lack of sleep." He glanced at the sheets again, "
Judging from the residual hair and smell on the bed, he did spend the night in room 204... and this morning he took a leisurely shower and shaved before going out..."
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue frowned slightly, touched his chin and said, "Well...all signs indicate that until he left the hotel room in the morning, Enoch was still very determined and didn't look anxious at all." He paused.
After a moment, "Then the question is... what exactly happened to him after he left the hotel and before entering the post office?"
At this moment, all the clues collected before flashed in front of Jue Ge's eyes one by one, and his thinking continued to react instinctively, feeding him one inference after another, and unfolding each inference one by one, weaving
It becomes a spider web of reasoning...
"Speaking of which... where is his car?" After a moment, Feng Bujue touched something on the edge of the "cobweb". His eyes moved slightly and he said, "I have been walking around the town for so long.
Not only have I never met any pedestrians, I haven't even seen a car..." He stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "This old man Enoch... may not be carrying a suitcase.
Did you walk all the way to this remote town?"
Brother Jue was thinking as he walked towards the door of the room. He was going to visit the other guests in this hotel with a shotgun and ask them what they knew.
However, just when he picked up the gun and was about to touch the door handle, the sound of a key being locked sounded outside the door...
Feng Bujue reacted quickly, immediately took three steps back and raised his gun to aim.
Almost as soon as he stood still, the door was pushed open...
"If I were you, I wouldn't waste time in this hotel..." The person outside the door still looked very calm after seeing Brother Jue holding a gun, "Mr. Dave."
Feng Bujue looked intently. Standing in the corridor was a balding, slightly fat black old man. This man looked about sixty years old and was wearing a dark green administrator uniform with a belt tied around his waist.
A bunch of keys.
"Who are you?" Feng Bujue pointed a gun at him and said coldly, "Why do you know my name?"
"I am the administrator here, you can call me Mr. M." Mr. M replied, "As for your name... I knew it a long time ago. I have known you since you can remember."
"Oh? Are you my relative?" Feng Bujue responded.
"I know you better than your relatives, Dave," Mr. M. replied. "I know you wet the bed in third grade. I know you're allergic to lettuce. I know your best childhood friend died of a drug overdose.
I also know the names of each of your girlfriends."
"What's going on...distant relative? Stalker? Nonsense?" Although Brother Jue had many conjectures in his mind, his own understanding of Dave was very limited. Even if the other person was just talking nonsense, he had no way of knowing.
"It seems you know a lot..." Feng Bujue remained calm and asked a tentative question. "Then could you please tell me... Enoch..."
"Actually, you don't have to think about the car." Before Brother Jue could finish speaking, Mr. M rushed in, "You should understand if you think about it carefully..." He said in a deep voice, "Your own car... doesn't count.
Have you entered the town?”
Hearing this, Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly: "I see..." He then realized that not only were there no cars or pedestrians in this town, there were also no wheel marks or footprints. Walking around the town
After a day, all he saw were his own footprints and bicycle tire marks.
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. M." Two seconds later, Brother Jue continued, "If it's convenient...can you explain by the way why you already know what I want to ask you before I even say anything?"
"Hahaha..." Mr. M responded with a meaningful smile, then ignored Brother Jue's question and said, "The 'Last Supper' will start at eight o'clock, and you have less than an hour to attend the banquet.
"
After that, he turned around and left along the corridor.
"Wait a minute!" Feng Bujue stepped forward quickly, wanting to stop the other party and ask for clarification.
But when he chased him to the door, there was no one in the corridor.
Mr. M left his sight for less than a second, but it was this second that Brother Jue lost track of him...
…………
Due to the appearance of Mr. M, Brother Jue changed the original "knock on door to ask" plan and switched to a more direct and faster method...
He went straight to the counter on the first floor, took out all the keys in the key cabinet, and opened all the room doors in the hotel one by one.
Although he was ready to threaten with a gun every time he entered, there was no one in any of the rooms...
Just like that... Feng Bujue stayed in the hotel for another ten minutes and found nothing.
At 7:22 p.m., he walked out of the hotel door and got on his bicycle again.
"Damn it..." he cursed while riding the bike, "Tell me the time limit for dinner, but don't tell me the location...it's useless!"
This is not the only problem that makes him irritated. At this moment, he has another hidden worry, which is "physical fitness value"... [692/4800] It may be enough in ordinary scripts, but in this kind of actual physical sense.
In the script of measuring physical strength, it is a state where the muscles all over the body are sore and in urgent need of rest.
It's a pity... The situation at hand does not allow Feng Bujue to rest.
Brother Jue has also vaguely noticed... At this stage of the script, it is extremely close to perfect completion.
Although he himself cannot be 100% sure, I can use God mode to explain it...
In fact, the most critical hidden index in the script is "time", or in other words - "action efficiency".
"Arrive at Nelson's office before nine o'clock in the morning" is a good example. The plot of Enoch being shot in the head and the concept of "punctuality" repeatedly emphasized in the post office work manual are also reminders.
The content of the main mission [Obtain the recognition of the ghost postman and become the new postman of Otaku Town] is ambiguous and not a clear instruction.
The factor that really determines the difficulty of clearing a level is "time".
At the beginning of the scenario, if the player fails to see Nelson before nine o'clock, the difficulty of the scenario will increase and the content of the side tasks will be different. The subsequent chain reaction is... the time consumption of the side tasks will change.
It's a long time, and the time point to complete the branch line is exactly the benchmark for triggering the hidden task.
If you complete it one hour in advance, you can receive the message "Crack the world view of the script before the main task is completed"; if you complete it three hours in advance, you can receive the message "Investigate and solve the reason for Enoch's lateness"; if you want to receive the message "Try to participate in the "final mission""
"Dinner"] This...must be done five hours in advance.
In short, the difficulty and ending of this script are closely related to the efficiency of the player's actions. The faster this step is completed, the lower the difficulty of the next step. On the contrary, if one step is delayed, the next step will be delayed...
If it cannot be corrected as early as possible, the difficulty in the later stages of the script will increase like a snowball. Even if the player is lucky enough to survive, at most he will be able to complete the task before midnight and barely pass the level.
At present, Feng Bujue has relied on his outstanding performance and timely... to walk on the easiest and most profitable customs clearance route.
But...he might still fall short.
Thirty-eight minutes, less than 700 physical points, and an interrupted chain of clues...
If he wants to pass the level perfectly, he must overcome these disadvantages and "go to the banquet" within the time limit. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
