Chapter 712 Dave's World (XI)

Feng Bujue didn't know when and how the ghost postman would reply to him. He was not even sure whether the ghost postman would reply to him.

Regarding this information, those "fat" NPCs said they could not answer, so Brother Jue could only act according to circumstances...

"So... now it's time to deliver the tenth letter..." After leaving the mailbox in the cemetery, Feng Bujue returned to the bicycle and said, "I'd better replenish my physical fitness first..."

As he got on his bike, he checked the game menu again. Right now, his survival value has slowly recovered to 54%, but his physical fitness value is only 452/4800.

This is the difficulty caused by "calculating the physical fitness value according to the character's actual body feeling". In some nightmare difficulty scripts that Brother Jue has experienced before, he has encountered such settings several times. "Venom in the Wilderness" is a good example.

No matter how high the player's level is, or how many props or skills there are that can increase physical strength... In this nightmare setting, you will have as much physical strength as the character you play has. If you abuse it regardless of consumption, the final impact will be self-evident.

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"Well... let's find a way to get some supplies first..." Feng Bujue thought for a while and then made a decision, "Before Brother Ghost replies to me, it will be extremely difficult for me to crack the 'command code' by myself. . Anyway, the information collected from those 'recipients' is enough, there is no need to use up the last energy to do something with almost no profit."

After deciding on his next plan, he took out the mini map of the town from his pocket. Watched it for a few seconds. He set off...

At exactly twelve o'clock at noon, Feng Bujue arrived at the only bar in town.

The name of the bar is "Otaku" and it covers an area of ​​just over 100 square meters. Not as big as the post office.

The reason why Brother Jue came here is simple - according to the illustration on the mini-map, this imitation Western-style bar has a door that cannot be closed... It is not so much a door, but two movable wooden boards.

"Hmph...it's impossible to get in now, right?" Feng Bujue smiled, pushed open the door, and walked into Otaku Bar.

"We haven't started business yet, sir." This was the sentence that greeted Brother Jue.

Feng Bujue raised his eyes and looked at the speaker.

It was a bald man about two meters tall. Dressed as a bartender, he stood behind the bar, quietly wiping glasses.

"I won't stay too long." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's dissuasion. He walked straight to the bar.

In the process, he has scanned the entire bar environment: cheap linen wallpaper, cheap wooden floors, cheap bar counters, cheap tables and chairs, cheap sofas, cheap billiard table... beside the billiard table , there was also standing a bearded man dressed as a cowboy, playing pool by himself.

"I'm sorry. It's not a matter of how long we stay." Brother Jianjue sat down as if nothing had happened. The bald bartender's expression changed slightly and he said, "We don't accept any customers during non-business hours. Please come back after five o'clock in the evening..."

"Okay, Yang, let him sit for a while." Suddenly, the bearded cowboy beside the pool table interrupted, "This gentleman doesn't look like someone who will cause trouble..." As he spoke. He hit a shot and straightened up. He looked at Brother Jue and said, "Am I right? Sir."

"Ha... of course." Feng Bujue smiled at the bearded man, then turned his head, looked at the bartender and said, "Can you give me something to drink? Water is fine."

The bald bartender looked at Brother Jue expressionlessly for two seconds, then took out a clean cup and poured him a glass of cold water.

"Excuse me...is there anything to eat? Anything is fine." Feng Bujue asked again.

This time, the bald bartender cast a suspicious look: "Are you sure you have enough money to pay the bill? Sir." When he said this, he also deliberately added an accent to the last "sir".

"Yes..." Feng Bujue just wanted to eat and drink now, so his attitude was very polite. As he spoke, he reached for his wallet, "If you need it, I can..."

"Oh~ no no no, young man, don't do this." At this time, the bearded man stopped Jue Ge loudly and walked over quickly.

When they arrived at the bar, the bearded man looked at the bartender and said, "Yang, how can you talk to a customer like this? Do you think this gentleman doesn't even have the money to buy a glass of water?"

"No, boss." The bald bartender replied, "I'm just worried that he, like those drunkards and homeless people, comes in penniless to eat and drink."

"Oh... is this cowboy uncle really the boss..." Feng Bujue thought after hearing this. In fact, he had already been vaguely aware of this at the beginning of the conversation between the two people. Now that "Yang" directly called out the word "boss", he verified his conjecture.

"Ah~ Yang, you worry too much." The bearded man patted Brother Jue on the shoulder, "Looking at this gentleman's complexion and clothes, you can tell that he is not that kind of person." He snapped his fingers and said to Yang He winked and said, "Here, bring me some snacks, I happen to be hungry too."

"Okay...since you said so..." the bald bartender shrugged and responded.

A few seconds later, he took out two small bamboo bowls lined with paper towels from the bar. Both bowls were filled with fried snacks.

"Thank you, man." Feng Bujue said to Yang, then looked at the bearded man and said, "Thank you too, boss."

After that, Brother Jue grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into his mouth like a duck.

He was indeed hungry, and very hungry... This feeling of hunger was undoubtedly simulated by the script, similar to muscle fatigue, and must be relieved in some way, otherwise it will not disappear on its own.

"Hehe..." The bearded man laughed at Brother Jue's eating, "Young man, you can't eat this as a meal."

"I know, but all the restaurants in the town are closed." Feng Bujue puffed his cheeks and replied vaguely.

This seemingly casual answer was actually a test... Brother Jue had been in the town for so long, and finally met two NPCs who looked relatively normal. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to get information. Therefore, he calmly said an abnormal but objective phenomenon to see the reaction of the NPC.

"Hahahaha..." Unexpectedly, the bearded man laughed heartily and replied, "You are really good at joking, young man... It's broad daylight and it's Christmas, why are the shops closed? Look..." He raised his hand and pointed at the door of the bar, "Isn't the restaurant across the street open?"

"Across the street?" Feng Bujue was stunned. He looked in the direction the other party pointed, and could only see a vast expanse of white fog... Not to mention the scenery across the street, he couldn't even see the place a few meters away from the store door clearly.

"Hehe... Hehe..." Brother Jue laughed dryly, "That's right..." He couldn't figure out whether this NPC was telling the truth or misleading, anyway, he didn't want to argue with him.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet..." The bearded man didn't continue talking about the restaurant. He took off his cowboy hat and extended his hand to Brother Jue, "I'm the boss here, they call me 'shooter'."

"Hello." Feng Bujue responded politely, "I'm Dave." He wiped his palm on his jacket before shaking hands with the other party.

"This is my bartender, Yang." Then, the shooter uncle raised his hand and gestured to the bald bartender, "It is said that he used to be a mafia, and later he was cleaned up..."

"Hey!" Yang shouted loudly, interrupting his boss.

The shooter uncle spread his hands and smiled: "Hehe... Well, he is a decent man, I didn't say anything."

"Hello, Yang." Feng Bujue also pretended not to hear anything and greeted Yang calmly.

And Yang just nodded to him, his face still serious and cold.

“What’s up with these two guys…” Feng Bujue finished a bowl of snacks in a minute and started to work on the second bowl, “One is too enthusiastic, the other is too cold. And judging from their looks and names… if ‘shooter’ can be considered a name… they both look like gang members…” He suddenly had an idea, “Could it be… there are some side quests here too?” (To be continued…)