Chapter 708 Ghost Postman (4)(Chapter Preview)

Feng bujue had a lot of questions ...

For example, why didn't he see a single person from the town entrance all the way here? Or, why were all the shops in town closed? Also, what's with the 'invisible bicycle' on the road? Could that be the so-called "ghost postman"?

Other than that, there was also the identity of the mysterious figure, the reason for the bridge's collapse, and so on ...

None of the many mysteries surrounding this town had been solved, and there was no clue at all.

"Er ... I do want to ask ..." Feng bujue thought about it for a few seconds before he replied,"why ..."

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Just as he was about to ask questions, three knocks on the door interrupted him.

"Ah ... I almost forgot," Narson raised an eyebrow and told Feng bujue,"other than you, I've invited another person for the interview today." After saying this, he immediately raised his voice and shouted in the direction of the door,"please come in."

A few seconds later, the person outside the door turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Feng bujue turned his head to look at the door. He saw ... A short man who looked to be around thirty-five years old. He had a head of curly brown hair and a pair of shrewd blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue suit, his leather shoes were well-polished, and he had a felt hat on his head. Obviously ... This interviewee was much more sophisticated than Dave in terms of dressing.

"Um ... Hello, Sir, I'm here to ..."

Bang, bang, bang, crack.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was shot in the head by a double-barreled shotgun.

A large amount of blood and brain matter splattered on the walls of the corridor, and the body also fell towards the door.

"Worthed.Focker?" Feng bujue cursed in his heart. First, this had happened too suddenly and inexplicably, and second, the gunshot earlier had temporarily caused his right ear to go deaf.

"You! Late! Arrived! La!" After chief Nelson killed the man, he was still shouting at the body several meters away,"bastard!"

​ So this is what happens if I'm really late ... Brother Jue silently turned his head around and looked at narson. He thought to himself, when and where did this guy get his gun from?

"I'm sorry, I hate people who are not punctual, you know that. " After Nelson killed the man and roared, he put down his gun as if nothing had happened and hid it behind the chair.

Only then did brother Jue realize ... The gun had been hidden behind narson's back all this time, so he could have easily gotten it ...

"Ah, where were we?" Narson sat down again and adjusted the collar of his suit."Oh, right, did I tell you that I hate people who like to ask questions?" he asked.

"Hehehehe ..." At that moment, Feng bujue adjusted his facial muscles and successfully put on a retarded smile."Chief, it's getting late. I have to go and deliver the letter." He swept the things on the table into his arms and turned to leave.

"Wait," Nelson suddenly stopped brother Jue.

Feng bujue's cold sweat poured down his face. His body was tense as he slowly turned around."Is there anything else ..."

"Of course I do." As narson spoke, he took out a card from the inner pocket of his suit. He then picked up a pen from the table, wrote something on it, and stamped it with his seal."You'll have to bring along this temporary work permit. Otherwise, the townspeople will refuse to accept your letter."

"Hmm ... I understand ..." Brother Jue let out a sigh of relief. He walked back to the table and took the card from the man.

[Name: temporary work pass at the post office of otaku town]

[Type: Plot related]

[Rarity: normal]

Function: unknown

"Able to bring out of the scenario: no

[Remark: most of the information on this envelope is unclear, and there is no stamp on the letter. The only thing that could be identified was the recipient's address: [ 3, First Street, town of aotaku, state of Maine.]

This explanation came from the letter at the top of the stack of letters. The contents of the other 12 letters were basically the same. The only difference was the address in the remarks (actually, it was fine to not look at the item description because it was also written on the envelope).

In order to avoid the suspicion that they were just words, the descriptions of the twelve letters were not listed one by one, but the different parts of the address were listed.

The second letter read,[2nd Street, No. 9.]

The third letter read,[3rd Street, No. 7.]

The fourth letter read,[No. 10, Fourth Street.]

The fifth letter read,[third, Fifth Street.]

The sixth letter read,[No. 9, Sixth Street.]

The seventh letter read,[7th Street, No. 7.]

The eighth letter read,[No. 1, Eighth Street.]

The ninth Letter read,[No. 3, Ninth Street.]

The tenth letter read,[9th Street.]

The 11th letter read,[7th Street.]

12th letter, 12th Street, No. 1.

Thirteenth letter,[No. 3, 13th Street.]

"Ha ... Maine, huh ..." After Feng bujue finished reading the addresses in the thirteen letters, his first reaction was to complain."This script uses Stephen. King (most of his stories happened in Maine)'s memory ..."

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

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

[Name: otaku town postman job manual]

[Type: Plot related]

[Rarity: normal]

[Function: records the Code of Conduct of the town of otaku's postman, as well as some necessary knowledge.]

"Able to bring out of the scenario: no

[Remark: I'm not one to haggle over every trifle, my request is simple: Punctuality and determination.

Norman. [Nelson]

"Ha ... You are indeed not one to haggle over every little thing ..." Feng bujue looked at the item description and laughed."You are a crazy old man who kills without even blinking ..."

As he spoke, he got on the bicycle. With one hand controlling the front of the car and the other holding the work manual, he rode the car out of the backyard of the post office.

Brother Jue was someone who liked to multi-task, so he thought ... He could ride the bike while reading the manual ... That way, he could combine the time he needed to travel and the time he needed to read the settings. There was nothing on the streets of this town anyway. He just had to look at the road from the corner of his eye and not ride into the ditches ...

"Ha ... It's so F * cking cold to be riding a bike without gloves in winter ..." After Feng bujue rode the bike to the street, he took a few deep breaths of the moist air. He felt refreshed and cold. So ... He decided to sing a song to warm himself up. "The first fog of 2002~it came later than usual~" "If you like this work, you're welcome to come to Qidian.com to give your recommendation and monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please read on M.Qidian.com.)