Chapter 706: Ghost Postman (V)

Feng Bujue hummed a song, rode less than twenty meters, and opened the [Otaku Town Postman Work Manual] with one hand.

And then... thankfully, his singing stopped.

"This manual was compiled and compiled by Norman Nelson. If you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me alone." Feng Bujue read out the sentence printed on the first page of the manual, laughed dryly, and It turned over.

[As you can see, the manual itself is very thin. In order to save printing costs, I canceled the table of contents. 】This is what is on the second page.

"Hey! This nonsense sentence of yours takes up a whole page! Replacing this paragraph with a table of contents...what's the cost difference?" Feng Bujue complained while turning the manual to the third page.

There is indeed a lot of substantive content on this page. The title at the top reads: [Postman Code]

The following are several relevant regulations: 1. The postman in this town must carry relevant documents when working. If you deliver without a certificate, you will be responsible for the consequences. Second, punctuality is our basic rule. Please be sure to deliver letters and parcels before the deadline, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Third, it is very important to be firm. No matter what kind of dangerous situation you face, you must not waver. You must let the recipient accept the letter, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Fourth, bicycles are our partners, and we must treat them well like family members. If you cause serious damage to the bicycles at the post office, you will be responsible for the consequences...

"You are responsible for the consequences... You are responsible for the consequences... You are responsible for the consequences..." Feng Bujue glanced over and saw these four words behind each entry. "Make sure the meaning behind these four words is not 'kill you with a gun'" Well..." He then thought about it, "Speaking of which... I went into the post office, and apart from Nelson, I didn't even see a single employee. Could it be that... all the employees were destroyed by him... He then thought again, "Wait a minute...it's not just the post office...the streets and alleys of this town are all deserted..."

Just when Brother Jue was thinking wildly. All he could hear was "Ding-a-ling--" a bell rang suddenly from behind him.

"Are you coming?" With his experience last time, Feng Bujue naturally knew the source of the ringtone. He immediately turned his head following the sound, and sure enough he saw a bicycle tire mark approaching him.

"Hey! Hello, bro." Brother Jue put away the work manual and grabbed the handlebar with both hands. After some adjustments, he came to the side of the "invisible bicycle" and walked parallel to it. "Can you hear me?" He tried to communicate verbally with the invisible cyclist.

However... what happened the next second. Feng Bujue was deeply shocked.

At that moment, Feng Bujue felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then, a "stab" sounded in his ears.

When he came to his senses, he and his car had fallen to the ground, and there was a faint burnt smell all over his body...

"What's going on?" Brother Jue sat up with a confused look on his face, trying to find the other party's location again, but at this time, the tire mark had gone away. Even the "squeaking" sound of the bicycle chain can no longer be heard.

He looked at the game menu again and found that his survival value dropped by 50% in one breath... The only thing he was thankful for was that there were no wounds or continuous debuffs left.

"I said hello, but he shocked me with a stun bat?" Feng Bujue was stunned. "Just talking to him triggers the attack?"

He sat for a minute, and after confirming that his body was fine, he stood up again: "What the hell is this guy doing..." He patted the dirt on his body depressedly and helped the bicycle up. "If he is the 'Ghost Postman', then my main mission seems to be difficult..."

Thinking of this, something suddenly flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes: "Eh? Could it be..." He took out the work manual from his pocket again. After flipping through a few pages, he laughed and said, "Ha! There really is one!"

The chapter that Brother Jue turned to at this time was titled [About the Ghost Postman].

First, you are not allowed to talk about the ghost postman; second, you are not allowed to talk about the ghost postman; third, you are not allowed to talk about the ghost postman!

Here are the first three items in this chapter...

"Hey...you have to play "Fight Club" a few times before you're satisfied with it..." Feng Bujue scanned these three lines and continued reading.

Fourth, the ghost postman is a legendary employee of the post office in Otaku Town. He has maintained a record of no absences, no returns, and no delays for fifteen consecutive years.

"Is it because he is a ghost..." Feng Bujue thought with empty eyes when he saw this.

5. The ghost postman is always on his way.

"Hmm... I can see it." Feng Bujue's behavior of complaining while reading the manual was also very hard-working.

6. Because the ghost postman is always on his way, please do not disturb him, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.

"The consequence is that I'll get half of my blood drained from my anus just for saying hello..." Brother Jue said while turning a page.

7. If you want to communicate with the ghost postman, please write the content on paper and put it in the form of a letter into the abandoned mailbox next to the cemetery in the north of the town.

"Holy crap...how do you know this kind of thing? Did you sum it up after being electrocuted countless times?" Feng Bujue said, "Eh? Wait...this booklet was published by Nelson, he should know something... ..." His expression changed slightly, "But this old guy has good marksmanship and is ruthless. It's a bit difficult to get words out of him..."

8. Special reminder - the ghost postman's "soul shock" cannot be isolated by insulators. If you want to wear a set of insulated clothes to challenge him, I suggest you save it.

"Very good... I can save it." Feng Bujue had indeed conceived such a plan, but after reading the eighth item, this plan no longer existed.

Nine, remember, the ghost postman does not need your help and sympathy, everything he does is voluntary, and those who have opinions about this can come to the director's office to find me.

"Hmm?" Brother Jue instantly smelled the smell of conspiracy from this ninth... and the last item, "This one... is a bit of a cover-up..."

His mind was running fast again, and he went through these nine (actually seven) descriptions of the ghost postman in his mind several times. Soon... he conceived a plan.

Of course, the time to execute this plan is not now. Brother Jue's current priority... is to deliver the letter.

"It's getting more and more interesting..." When Feng Bujue said this, it usually meant that... he had known some key information.

"Let me think... the direction of First Street..." He put away the work manual, picked up the bag from the ground, slung it across his body, and then rode his bicycle again, "Hmm... over there..."

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Half an hour later, Feng Bujue's physical energy was half consumed, and he finally arrived at the door of No. 3 First Street.

He did not choose to deliver from the post office to the farthest, but delivered in the order of the address. Although it would take more time, this route would allow him to "drop by" to explore several places of interest.

"Is this it..." Feng Bujue said as he looked at the two-story house in front of him, "The house looks pretty good, but there is not even a mailbox in front of the house."

In fact... even if this family has a mailbox, it is useless. Putting the letter into the mailbox does not count as completing the task. It must be handed over to the recipient in person and let the other party express "willingness to accept" before the progress of the task will change.

"Alas... there is no way, I can only knock on the door." Brother Jue sighed, parked his bicycle, and quickly walked through the front yard with withered grass in front of the house and walked to the porch.

Pah, pah, pah——

After knocking on the door three times, he shouted, "Is anyone there?"

After a short silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house. Then... there was the sound of a fat man walking down the stairs in slippers.

Some people might say, can you tell whether someone is fat or thin by listening to their footsteps?

I can only say...anyway, Brother Jue can tell.

Ka——

After a while, the door opened a gap. Since the people in the room did not pull off the chain lock behind the door, the door could only be opened that wide.

"Who are you looking for?" There was no light in the room, and the owner stood in the darkness behind the door, asking in a weak voice.

"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied. He really didn't know...because except for the address, everything else on these envelopes was blurred.

"Then get out!" The owner's reaction was straightforward. He cursed and slammed the door.

Pah, pah, pah, pah——

Brother Jue knocked on the door five times in a row.

"What on earth do you want to do?" The owner opened the door a crack again and shouted impatiently.

"I'm from the Post Office." Feng Bujue took out his simple temporary work permit and waved it in front of the door. The tone and posture seemed to say "I'm from the FBI"...

"So?" The owner's attitude softened slightly, and he tentatively asked a question.

"Do you live here alone?" Feng Bujue also asked a question.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" the owner asked back.

"It's okay if you don't answer." Feng Bujue replied calmly and handed over the envelope. "If you live alone, this letter is for you. If there are others living with you, please help pass it on." He paused, "Anyway, I have already delivered the letter to the place. It's your business how to deal with it." He stretched the envelope forward a little more, "Take it, why are you standing there?"

"No... I don't want it." At this moment, the owner's tone suddenly became strange, "Go away... I won't accept this letter."

His words are very worrying... He didn't say "You sent it to the wrong place", but "I won't accept it". In other words... He admitted that the letter was not sent to the wrong place, but... he didn't want it.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue didn't expect the other party to react like this. He stared at the shadow behind the door and said, "Are you sick? It's just a letter, not a bomb, why don't you accept it?"

The owner was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and then... he whispered back: "Open it yourself and see..." (To be continued...)