At seven twenty-eight, the fog in Otaku Town was still thick. The difference from the daytime was that...the street lights on the streets were all on.
The increasingly cold air made Feng Bujue's face and hands numb with cold. He could only speed up his cycling pace to maintain body heat.
Although he still didn't know where the "Last Supper" would be served, he still thought of a place to go, and that was... the post office on the north side of the town square.
First of all, he can go there to find Nelson to resurrect; secondly, Nelson is also the only NPC currently possible to communicate with him normally and give him some help (Sagittarius and Yang cannot go back, and writing letters to the ghost postman is not possible).
It's too late, as for Mr. M and the woman with the disembodied voice... they are all elusive and cannot be found); thirdly, there are not many paths in this town, unless you deliberately take a detour, otherwise... the route from the hotel to the post office is
There is only one way. Therefore, Enoch must have walked this way this morning. If you follow the same route, you may be able to know what happened to him.
"After nightfall, the visibility is indeed getting lower and lower..." Brother Jue continued to move forward with the help of the light of the street lights, "Well... suddenly it felt good that the streets were empty... At least I don't have to worry about running into...
Damn it!”
There are many things that just can't stand to be talked about. As the saying goes...
Just as Feng Bujue was sighing, a rectangular black shadow suddenly appeared in the thick fog in front of him, lying across the middle of the road.
The next second, with a clanging sound, the front of the bicycle hit the object hard, and Brother Jue also flew out of the seat...
"I'm so stupid—" As he flew through the air, Feng Bujue cursed in a long voice, his voice full of depression.
Before he could finish his curse, he fell to the ground.
This time, the fall was quite heavy. Brother Jue was stunned for a full thirty seconds after landing on the ground before he could catch his breath. He did a rough inspection... His right arm was broken, his ribs were cracked, and there were varying degrees of contusions and bruises all over his body.
.
The only good thing is that... the road here is basically dirt, and there are no stones or other things on the road. If he fell on the gravel road or cement ground, it would be difficult to stand up.
"Bah..." Feng Bujue spat out a mouthful of blood (his lips were broken), sat up, and looked back.
He quickly recognized that the thing he hit was a hot dog stand.
"It's quite hard to park in the middle of the road!" Feng Bujue couldn't help shouting at the stall.
I don’t know if it was a systematic arrangement or a simple coincidence. Brother Jue ran back and forth in the town today and never passed the place in front of him. If he passed by here during the day, he would definitely not run into it because of the poor visibility at that time.
It was much better than it is now, and his riding speed at that time was not as fast as it is now.
"Wait a minute... this doesn't seem to be a cart..." After a few seconds, Feng Bujue could see more clearly. Only then did he notice that the bottom of the hot dog stand was not wheels, but four roots stuck to the ground.
The metal bracket inside, "Let me tell you... I have flown so far, and the stall doesn't even sway. It turns out it is fixed to the ground."
Due to time constraints and limited conditions, Feng Bujue only sat on the ground for a minute before standing up again. His tolerance for pain was already amazing, and this level of injury was not enough to hinder his movement.
After getting up, he put his satchel back on his left hand. He picked up the shotgun that had fallen not far away and walked towards the hot dog stand.
The stall had bread, sausages, and all kinds of condiments and sauces needed to make hot dogs, but there was no stall owner.
Feng Bujue was not polite. He put the gun on the table, grabbed the bread and sausages with his left hand and stuffed them into his mouth. After stuffing a bunch of food into his mouth, he still used his left hand to pick them up...
Bottles containing mustard, ketchup and sweet and spicy sauce. Each of them popped a little into his mouth.
His eating method is not so much tough... but more disgusting. Of course, his ability to tolerate disgusting things is also obvious to all. Examples such as spoiled sandwiches and feces swamps will not be repeated here...
"Tch... I only got back so little survival value..." After eating two hot dogs, Brother Jue looked at his status bar and complained dissatisfiedly.
After the fall just now, his survival value had dropped to less than 30%, and it was only after eating a hot dog that it returned to 33%. This was undoubtedly a loss... However, the hot dog also helped him regain nearly 500 physical points, which was also
It's not in vain.
"Eh? What is this?" Just when Brother Jue was about to take the gun and leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of... something stuck on the edge of the base of the hot dog stand.
After picking up the item, he immediately laughed.
[Name: Enoch’s Wisdom Teeth]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Function: unknown]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: The owner of this tooth was an extremely stingy guy. One morning, he added too much mustard when eating hot dogs, which resulted in burning his tooth. He immediately asked the hot dog stand owner to compensate for his loss.
He lost money, but was rejected and laughed at by the stall owner. In anger, he quietly stole a bottle of salt from the stall owner.】
"Idiot, this is it!" Brother Jue blurted out curse words after reading the item description.
[Hidden mission completed] At the same time, the system voice also sounded in his ears.
Feng Bujue opened the taskbar and saw that the item [Investigating and solving the reason for Enoch's lateness]... was checked off.
"Hey..." Brother Jue twitched the corners of his mouth and said to himself, "That's okay... Is the reason why he's late is 'he's a fool'?"
Complaints are complaints, and he also understood in his heart that the reason Enoch was late... was because he had a lot of trouble with the hot dog vendor after losing his tooth.
"Forget it...anyway, the mission is completed." Feng Bujue said, already throwing away the tooth and bypassing the hot dog stand, "If the other two missions are as simple as this one, it would be really easy.
So happy..."
It's obvious that he thinks too much.
This hidden task is obviously the easiest of the three. As long as you find the relevant items, read the notes, and understand the meaning of the notes, you will be successful. But the next two are not that easy...
…………
After leaving the hot dog stand, another fifteen minutes passed before the panting Feng Bujue finally arrived in front of the post office.
At this time, it was already 7:46, and there were only fourteen minutes left until eight o'clock...
Since the front wheel of the bicycle was deformed due to the impact, Brother Jue had been running all the way.
It is indeed not easy for him... Putting aside his broken right hand, when running, he still has to bear the pain from his ribs and swelling all over his body, and he is also holding a heavy shotgun in his left hand. He can run in fifteen minutes
We arrived very quickly.
"Haha... time is running out..." When Brother Jue entered the post office door, he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I hope the venue of the 'Last Supper' is not far from here..."
He rushed up to the second floor with ease and went straight to the director's office.
Dong dong dong——
At 7:47 sharp, Brother Jue knocked on the door for the second time today.
"Please come in." Director Nelson at the door responded immediately.
Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue opened the door and walked straight to the other party's desk: "Director, I have delivered all the letters."
"I know." Nelson replied, "I'm very satisfied with your performance."
"I want to ask you a question." Feng Bujue did not respond to the other party's praise, but spoke quickly, "Do you know where the 'Last Supper' is held?"
Now that things have happened, he has no time to beat around the bush with this NPC. He can just ask whatever he needs to. Anyway...if the other party knows the answer, he will definitely understand the question.
"Oh...that..." Nelson's expression and tone did not change much, "What? Do you want to participate?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied in a very affirmative tone.
"In that case..." Nelson said, standing up from his chair.
"...Then you come with us." Suddenly, someone took over Nelson's words and spoke the second half of what he had not yet said.
Feng Bujue heard the sound and turned around...
But there was already an extra person at the door of the office... a woman in a white dress.
She has long hair, a blurry face, and her voice is very distinctive - even when heard from a very close place, it gives people a distant and ethereal feeling. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better updated.
