Chapter 705

There are so many problems to be solved

For example, why didn't he see a single person when he walked all the way from zhenkou? For example, why are all the shops in the town closed? What's the matter with the invisible bicycle on the road? Is that the so-called "ghost postman"?

In addition to the above, there are the identity of the mysterious figure, the reasons for the broken bridge and so on

There are many mysteries surrounding the town, but none of them have been solved at present, and there is no clue.

"Er I really want to ask... " After a few seconds of deliberation, Feng opened his mouth and said, "why..."

Dong Dong -

just as he was about to ask questions, he was interrupted by three knocks on the door.

"Ah I almost forgot. " Nelson raised his eyebrows and said to Feng, "apart from you, I have another interview today." Having said this, he immediately raised his voice and shouted in the direction of the door, "please come in."

A few seconds later, the man outside turned the doorknob and pushed the door in.

Feng unconsciously turned around and looked at the door In came a short man who looked about thirty-five years old. He has brown curly hair and smart blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit, polished leather shoes on his feet and a felt hat on his head. Obviously The interviewer is much more elegant in dress than Dave.

"Well Hello, sir, I'm here to meet... "

Bang - click.

He said only half a word and was shot dead by a double barreled shotgun.

A large amount of blood and brain paste on the wall of the corridor, and the body fell towards the door.

"Woad FAK?" The first reason is that it happened inexplicably and suddenly. The second reason is that the gunshot just now made his right ear temporarily deaf.

"You! Late! Here! "!" After Nelson's killing, he shouted at the body of the dead several meters away, "asshole!"

"Would this happen if I was really late..." Chueh elder brother silently turned his head back and looked at Nelson, saying in his heart. "When and where did you take out the gun..."

"I'm sorry, I hate untidy people, you know." Nelson put down the gun and received it at the back of the chair.

Brother Jue realized that The gun has been hidden behind Nelson's chair. It's easy to get

"Ah, where are we?" Nelson sat down again. I adjusted the neckline of the suit. "Oh, by the way, did I tell you that I hate asking questions. Who likes to beat and listen? "

"Ha ha ha..." In this moment, Feng unconsciously adjusted his lower muscles and succeeded in showing a mentally retarded smile. "It's not too early, chief. I'm going to deliver a letter." He swept the table into his arms and turned away.

"Wait." Nelson suddenly stopped chuckle again.

The cold sweat came, and he was tense. Slowly turn around: "is there anything else..."

"Of course." With that, Nelson took a card out of the inside pocket of his suit and picked up the pen on the desk. What's written on it, followed by a chapter, "you have to take this temporary work permit, or the townspeople will reject your letter."

"Well Understand... " Chueh took a breath of relief, walked back to the table and took the card from the other side.

[Name: temporary post office work card of otaku town]

[type: story related]

[quality: normal]

[function: prove your identity as a "postman"]

[can you bring out the script: no]

[Note: the card is only valid for 24 hours. ]

"if you accidentally lose your ID. You can come back and ask me to sign a new one for you. " Nelson said, "but This is the only free one. Do you understand? "

"Absolutely." I nodded in response.

"OK, then Good luck. Mr. Dave. " When Nelson finished, he lowered his head and began to deal with some paper documents that had been lying on the table.

Obviously, the plot is over.

Feng can't feel that he has put away his things, so he immediately runs out. But... Before going out, he didn't forget to play a careful eye - to bring the door.

After closing the door, brother Jue said nothing and rushed to the body with its head blown out

(at this moment, if you think of the sentence "send while it's hot", please consult a psychologist or call the police to turn yourself in.)

"This is a grown man When you go out, you don't have a wallet? " In the "skillful 2.5", the fictional characters are very poor because of various reasons, and become miserly because of poverty, and gradually make complaints about their integrity. In order not to pay the bill, I usually don't bring my wallet when I go out for an appointment.) "

In the end, he found only three things on each other: a seasoning bottle full of salt (it looked like he had stolen it in the restaurant), a $5 bill, and a wooden pencil with a short section left.

"In a sense A little sympathy for this guy... " After searching the body, Feng could not feel that he stood up and said, "I can't see from his appearance that he is so poor..." He put several things into his pocket and looked at the bloody and slightly burnt felt hat on the ground Forget it... "

That hat looks really good. It must be more expensive than all the other belongings on this man. It should be something he used to support his appearance. Regrettably... It's worthless now.

"Well I can't find anything that can prove his identity... " As Feng walked along the corridor, he thought, "I can't confirm whether he is a resident of this town or a stranger..." He went up and down and quickly returned to the first floor lobby of the post office, "if he wasn't a townsman in otaku. So here comes the question The bridge is broken. How did he get in? " His thinking is like a spider's web, constantly pushing and performing all kinds of possibilities, "excluding the assumption of low probability such as parachuting, there are probably two situations First, There is more than one way for the town to connect with the outside world. Second, he entered the town earlier than me, but somehow But ten minutes late. "

Thinking about it, he had found the exit to the back door of the post office and walked past.

"The figure who reminded me earlier said that when the bridge was broken, it would not go out..." He continued. "Just think what she said is true, then On the basis of the second case, I guess How did Yumao man get to otaku? How long ago did you come here? If he also drove in from the bridge this morning, and came earlier than me, I will come all the way Even if you don't see him, you should see his car... "

When I think about it. Brother Jue has come out of the back door of the post office.

The whole backyard of the post office is a huge bicycle shed. At the moment, there is only one bicycle in the shed.

"Take all the choices on this reasoning line with a high probability, that is Yumao man is not a resident of the town, he didn't enter the town from other entrances, and he didn't come here this morning... " When Feng came to the bicycle, he was still saying, "conclusion He came to town yesterday, or some earlier time, to prepare for today's interview. But this morning. Something happened to him He was a few minutes late. "

"Hoo..." He opened the bicycle lock and breathed, "maybe He stayed in the hotel all night last night. Get up this morning. I found that my wallet is missing. I haven't found it for a long time And his car keys are in his wallet Seeing that the time is too late, he can only run over, but in the end Still late. "

After reaching this seemingly reasonable conclusion, he stopped thinking about the clue of Yumao man and left a word in his own thinking Palace - "if conditions permit. If you go to the hotel to investigate, you may be able to find out the identity of the other party, or a car in normal operation. "

Do this. Brother Jue's attention then turned to several items in his hand.

First of all, the thirteen letters

[Name: letter to otaku town]

[type: scenario related]

[quality: normal]

[function: unknown]

[whether the script can be brought out: no]

[Note: most of the information on this envelope is unclear. And there was no stamp on the letter. The only identifiable address is the address of the addressee: 3 First Avenue, otaku, Maine. ]

this description is from the top of the stack. The descriptions of the other twelve letters are basically the same. The only difference is the address in the notes (actually, it's OK not to look at the description of the article, because it's also written on the envelope).

To avoid the suspicion of shorthand, we will not list the descriptions of the twelve letters one by one, just list the different parts of the address.

Second letter: [Second Avenue, No.9. ]

third letter: [Third Avenue, No.7. ]

Fourth: No.10, 4th Street. ]

fifth letter: [Fifth Avenue, No. 3. ]

sixth letter: [Sixth Avenue, No.9. ]

seventh letter: [7th Street, No.7. ]

8th Street, No.1. ]

the ninth: No.3, 9th Street. ]

10th letter: [10th Street, No.9. ]

letter 11: [11th Street, No.7. ]

letter 12: [12th Street, No.1. ]

the 13th letter: No.3, 13th Street. ]

"ah Maine... " After reading the addresses of those thirteen letters, the first reaction was Tucao, "make complaints about the most of the stories in Maine".

As he spoke, he had sealed the stack of letters into the satchel in his bicycle pocket. Then he took out the mini map, took three minutes, and engraved it completely in his mind.

Finally, he picked up the "work manual" that director Nelson gave him and put it in front of him.

[Name: otaku postman work manual]

[type: story related]

[quality: ordinary]

[function: record otaku postman's code of conduct and some necessary knowledge]