Chapter 716 Dave's World (XV)

Tenth Street, No. 9.

Like all previous recipient addresses, it was an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard and no mailbox in front of the door.

After parking his bicycle, Feng Bujue quickly stepped onto the porch in front of the house with his bag slung over his shoulder and shotgun in hand.

Bang bang bang——

"Open the door!" He shouted loudly while knocking on the door.

I don’t need to tell you what happened next, I’m sure you all know it... Not long after, a fat man wearing slippers came down from the second floor, opened the door to a palm-wide gap, and stood in the shadow and asked: "Who are you looking for? "

"Postman." Feng Bujue raised his temporary work ID card, waved it in front of the other party, then put away the ID card and took out the envelope, "Deliver the letter."

"I... won't accept it." Fatty No. 10's reaction was exactly the same as the previous nine.

Click——

Feng Bujue picked up the shotgun, stuck the muzzle into the crack of the door, and said in a deep voice, "Will you accept this?"

"You...what are you going to do?" Although Fatty No. 10 showed fear, he did not run away.

"Whether you want to collect the letter or the bullet, it's your choice." Feng Bujue's tone didn't sound like a joke at all. He could be very harsh when necessary.

"No... don't kill me..." Fatty No. 10 raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Even if you shoot, I won't take it back... unless..."

"Unless I report your command code?" Feng Bujue took over the other party's words and said.

"Hmm..." Fatty No. 10 nodded.

"Tch..." Brother Jue spat, thinking in his mind, "Threats of force are really not feasible..."

Two seconds later, he put down the gun and said again: "What's the number in your code?"

"Eleven." Fatty replied truthfully.

After getting the answer, Feng Bujue turned around and left, rushing to his bicycle.

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In the next forty minutes, Brother Jue visited the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth recipients of the letter respectively.

These last three. Without exception, they are all fat. Their voices, personalities, reactions, etc... are also consistent with the first ten recipients.

Feng Bujue didn't bother to talk to these guys. He had basically tested everything he could, so he didn't ask anything except the number of digits in the command code.

At 2:50 in the afternoon, Brother Jue once again came to the abandoned mailbox in Zhenbei Cemetery.

At this moment, an envelope appeared on the ground next to the mailbox.

Although there was no wind, there was still a stone on top of the envelope.

"I really replied to the letter..." Feng Bujue muttered, and went over to pick up the envelope.

This is an khaki envelope, and you can feel it in your hand. There was only a thin piece of paper inside. Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter paper inside. Then...he discovered something very puzzling - both sides of the letter paper were blank.

"Again?" Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain, "Invisible ink? Wordless Bible?" His fault was the same as when he received the "newspaper".

As he spoke, he held the letter in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, confirming whether there were any rubbing marks or any smell on the paper.

"Hmm...what do you mean..." As Feng Bujue pondered, he subconsciously supported his right elbow with his left hand. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly together and traced along his forehead to the tip of his nose. This habitual thinking action. It can make his thinking run more smoothly, "If this piece of paper simply falls next to the mailbox, it may be misunderstood as - this is just a piece of waste paper that has been discarded. But right now, this piece of paper is placed in It's inside the envelope, and it's well pressed down by a stone... This setting is telling me that this piece of white paper is indeed a 'reply letter'."

After thinking for a moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind: "Eh? Could it be..."

The next second, Brother Jue took out the previous newspaper from his bag and flipped to the blank pages: "Indirect reminder..." He thought about this. He simply sat on the floor, holding the letter in one hand and the newspaper in the other. He murmured, "This 'reply letter' does have no content... but the 'no content' can also be a reminder." His eyes moved to the newspaper, "Prompt me..." The answer is In what appears to be a blank space'.

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue tore off the first page of the newspaper.

The front of this page is the meaningless front page headline, and the back is the second page with no text and only illustrations.

The photo illustrated in the second edition shows a brick wall with a tree standing in front of it. At first glance, this is another landscape photo, but if you look closely, you can see... there are bicycle tire marks on the ground at the bottom of the picture.

"Okay, let's take a look... The paper quality of this newspaper is average. It's probably impossible to show the fire and water..." Feng Bujue took the "experiment" in his hand and thought about it, "Right now I There are ways to try..." He was thinking as he reached out for the shotgun, but took it back after a second, "Wait a minute... if the prop needed to solve the puzzle is the gunpowder in the bullet, Brother Ghost should have given me the puzzle after I got the gun..." He touched his chin and said, "In other words... the thing that can make the prompt 'appear' was already on my body at that time? …”

Then, like a child taking a natural science class, Brother Jue showed an interesting expression, took out a bunch of props from his pocket, and lined them up in a row on the grass.

"Let's do it one by one..." As he said that, he raised the first prop.

In the next five minutes, he first tried to read the contents of the newspaper through the camera of his mobile phone; then he used a ballpoint pen and a pencil to mark a small area on the paper; and then he used a coin, a key, and a credit card to gently scratch several areas on the newspaper.

Unfortunately, all these attempts ended in failure...

"Hmm... this is not right either, I have to change my mind again..." He said as he picked up the seasoning bottle filled with salt. This was the last item he had that could be used to solve the puzzle.

Hiss hiss hiss...

Fortunately... this last attempt worked. When the white salt grains were sprinkled on the newspaper, wisps of white smoke came out of the paper, and there was a slight smell of burning in the smoke. This was obviously not the reaction that paper should have when it encountered salt...

[14.52,7.66, tree trunk] A few seconds later, a line of smoky carbon-colored text appeared on the blank page next to the illustration.

"Ha! Got it!" Feng Bujue's smile appeared at the same time as the words on the newspaper. He did not expect that the key item to solve the puzzle would be the salt shaker found on Brother Felt Hat.

After the experiment was successful, the next thing was simple. Brother Jue followed the same method and cracked the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper one by one, and got a total of thirteen similar information.

"If nothing unexpected happens... the first two numbers are coordinates." Feng Bujue wrote down all the hints, and his expression became very relaxed. "Specific to two decimal places, it is probably to match the mini map I have. And the noun following each coordinate is undoubtedly to be seen in conjunction with the 'illustration'."

At this moment, Brother Jue roughly understood the meaning of these hints. Coincidentally, the coordinate on the second page is the one closest to him at present. So, in order to verify his reasoning, he quickly packed up the things at hand, got back on the bicycle, and set off there.

In less than five minutes, Feng Bujue arrived near the coordinates of [14.52,7.66] on the mini map (due to the size of the map, he could not stand on a certain point very accurately, at most he could stand nearby). He looked for a while and saw the brick wall in the illustration and the big tree planted in front of the wall.

"Tree trunk, right..." Feng Bujue parked his bicycle and walked over with a shotgun.

He approached the target cautiously step by step, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster to attack him. However, the final result proved that... he was overthinking. The tree in front of him was just an ordinary tree, and there was no flag or event at this location.

The only valuable thing here was an Arabic numeral engraved on the trunk - 1. (To be continued...)