Thriller Paradise Chapter 702: Ghost Postman (1)

[Crazy, Level 48]

【Please select the game mode you want to join. 】

【You have chosen single player survival mode (Nightmare), please confirm. 】

[Confirmed, the script is being generated…]

[Loading starts, please wait a moment. 】

At this point, the system indicated that Feng Bujue had lost control of his body and was plunged into darkness.

“Welcome to Horror Paradise.” In the next second, a calm, calm female voice came into his ears.

【Loading is complete, you are currently in single-player survival mode (nightmare). 】

[This mode provides an introduction to the script, and there is a chance that side/hidden missions and special worldviews will appear. 】

[Scenario clearance rewards: randomly draw two puzzle cards. 】

[The introduction to the script will be played soon, and the game will start immediately after the playback is complete. 】

When the voice is not over, the opening cg begins.

When his vision was restored, Feng Bujue’s first sight…is a windshield and a pair of windshield wipers shaking left and right.

At the bottom edge of the screen, he also saw a pair of big hands holding the steering wheel.

“The beginning of the first-person perspective…” Brother Jue murmured in his heart, “It looks like I’m going to play a certain role again this time…”

[Hello, Mr. Dave. ] The narration quickly confirmed his speculation.

[Congratulations, you stood out among many candidates and got the opportunity of this interview. The voice of this narration sounds quite old, but there is a touch of intimacy in the solemn tone.

“Is this on the way to the interview…” Feng Bujue said immediately.

[As the head of the Otaku Town Post Office, I sincerely hope that you can successfully become one of us. 】

“I thought it was Silent Hill…” Feng Bujue looked at the white fog in front of the car and said, “The fog in your town is also a little too thick… even when the high beams are turned on. Only five or six meters away can be seen.”

[Please be sure to arrive at my office before nine o’clock in the morning. 】

[This interview may take a whole day, I hope you are fully prepared both mentally and physically. 】

“Hey, hey… (Black Super Special Police Team) interviews can’t take a whole day…” Jue Ge said, “Are you the Earth Defense Force with the post office sign?”

[The location of the post office is on the north side of the town square, please don’t be late. 】

[Finally, I wish you good luck. 】

The title of this script is not long, so it’s over here.

The same second. Feng Bujue gained control of the body.

He immediately let go of the accelerator, lowered the speed a little, and observed his role through the rearview mirror.

The man called “Dave” looks like he is in his thirties, with a big face and clean short hair. He wears ordinary clothes—the upper body is a dark long-sleeved plaid shirt with a light-colored leather jacket; the lower part is wearing classic jeans with white sneakers.

“Well… there is no wedding ring, and no trace of wearing a ring.” Feng Bujue observed the details of “self” as he said, “From the cocoon of his fingers and palm. This person He’s a left-handed…” He glanced at his right hand again, and on his right wrist was wearing a cheap watch. “Brown leather strap, ordinary metal and glass case… Regardless of the front and back or the strap. The above is full of scratches…” He almost made the corresponding reasoning at the same time he saw these. “Combined with the cocoon on his hand and the magnanimity of the palm, it is speculated that… 80% of Dave was engaged in decorating or decorating before. A mechanic in car repairs. Like most people, he remembers to take off his watch when he works, but he doesn’t think about the consequences of putting the watch together with keys, change and the like. Of course… …It may have been considered, but because the watch is cheap, I don’t care.”

Seeing things and pushing people. It can be regarded as a habit of Brother Jue, even if the information obtained has nothing to do with the progress of the script, it is good to treat it as a pastime.

“Ah…it seems to be here…” Before Feng Bujue had time to check Dave’s pocket, a bridge appeared in front of the road.

A big street sign stood by the bridge. The road sign says “Welcome to Otaku Town”; beside the road sign is a stone pier with the words “40t” written on it, which should refer to the weight limit for vehicles crossing the bridge.

When the car driven by Jue Ge drove on this bridge, the system voice once again sounded in his ears: [Main task has been triggered]

“Is the preparation time for the easy start up here…” Feng Bujue said in a deep voice.

He didn’t immediately check the contents of the task. Instead, he squeezed the steering wheel and slowed down again, paying close attention to everything in the visible range.

After driving 300 meters carefully like this. He drove smoothly over the bridge and came to the entrance of the town.

The asphalt road is interrupted here. The roads in the town are basically composed of stones and soil, and there are few concrete sections.

Chich——Kaka——

As soon as the car left the road, under the hood in front of the car… there was a very bad sound. A few seconds later, a white smoke came out of it.

“Such precise timing of anchoring…” Feng Bujue smiled bitterly, “I am also drunk…”

Since the car had stopped, he simply sat in the driver’s seat and turned over his belongings.

Dave’s shirt pocket has a ballpoint pen with a spring attached, and there is a bag of unopened chewing gum in the pocket; there is a wallet in the trouser pocket on the left side of his jeans, and there is a member of the darts club in the wallet. Card, a credit card, a driver’s license, and three paper bills of US$2, 4 US$5, and 3 US$20…a total of 86 US dollars; and in his right trouser pocket, there are 7 25 US dollars. Cent coins and a bunch of keys.

“Well…there is nothing in the inner and outer pockets of the leather jacket. It can be seen that when he went out, he considered the situation of’may take off the jacket somewhere’.” Feng Bujue did not check his belongings. Forgot to further analyze the person “Dave”, “There is no cigarette on his body, and his teeth and fingers do not look like a smoker…” He said, opening all the storage spaces in the car again and inspecting it again. “There are no accumulated tickets, no junk food wrapping paper, and no adult magazines…” He turned his head and looked at the back seat. “There are no tissues or handkerchiefs on the car or on the body, and the cuffs are relatively clean. ……”

Thinking of this, Brother Jue paused for two seconds, and then summed up: “The body is completely healthy, not even common rhinitis, pharyngitis; excellent physical fitness, IQ and self-control ability are higher than the average level of white people. ; A balanced diet, no habit of staying up late, no bad habits…heh…” He smiled, “Give me such a body like an athlete, there must be a conspiracy…”

Only then did he call up the game menu.

Not surprisingly… the skill bar and the luggage bar are locked, and the psionic weapon is also unavailable.

The main task in the taskbar also made Jue-ge smell a bit of danger: [Recognized by the ghost postman and become the new postman in Otaku Town. 】

“Is the guy who co-authored me to interview is a ghost…” Facing this kind of supernatural setting, Feng Bujue was already an attitude of no surprise. After reading the task description, he removed Dave’s mobile phone from the car charger~IndoMTL.com~ Hmm…this…is it the legendary Nokia 3310…” He casually pressed a button and looked at it. The date and time on the phone, “December 25, 2002, 8:25… Christmas morning…”

Immediately after that, Brother Jue unlocked the phone keyboard (previous phones were usually unlocked by pressing the star key), and wanted to find out as much useful information as possible. It’s a pity…the text messages and call records in the mobile phone are blank (in the traditional mobile phone era, many people have the habit of deleting the records directly after sending a text message/calling), and the “memo” is also empty. There are records in the “Phone Book”, but they all seem to be ordinary contacts, such as “Dad, Mom, Uncle Mark, Aunt Daisy, Williams, Maggie” and so on.

The most important thing is… here and now, this phone is still—”out of service area”.

So even if Feng Bujue wanted to call, he couldn’t make the call.

“Okay…” Brother Jue fiddled with him for only three minutes, and put the Nokia into the outer pocket of his leather jacket. “At least this thing can be used as a weapon…”

While talking, he unfastened his seat belt and pushed open the door sideways… (to be continued…)

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