Gollum - Gollum ......

The sound of liquid surging suddenly sounded in Feng Bujue's ears.

At the same time, he realized one thing—his eyes were closed.

Everything in front of me disappeared and became pitch black.

The damp and cold mist around seemed to be dozens of times viscous in an instant, and it enveloped itself firmly.

"What's going on?" Feng Bujue exclaimed in his heart, "Have I been attacked by some spiritual system...... Why do I feel around my body, including my lungs...... are all filled with liquid. And...... There was no discomfort either......"

Tick - Tick -

Just then, he heard two more beeps.

Then, there is a voice that closely resembles the system's voice: [Warning, Subject 8775 is waking up...... Warning, Subject 8775 is waking up ......]

"Hey! Who is in charge of that cabin! ”

"It's Anton, sir. He's gone to lunch, sir. ”

"Then move your ass quickly, and go over and do things for him!"

"Yes! Mr! ”

The urn-sounding conversation that came from nowhere, sounded seconds later.

"Who?" Feng Bujue wanted to ask a question, but he soon realized that he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only say in his heart, "This is (M. What's the expansion...... Where the hell am I? ”

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as Mount Tai, and the simple thought caused him a splitting headache......

"The whole body is extremely weak, all senses are almost reduced to the level of a vegetative person, and the game menu can't be opened...... "Feng Bujue didn't panic, he quickly and calmly analyzed the situation at the moment." At all costs...... As the woman's voice said...... I had to open my eyes as much as I could, and it was a great opportunity for me to figure out the premise of the script. ”

[The concentration of the solution is increasing, and an emergency pulse is being prepared.] Countdown to five seconds, five, four, three......] The voice without any emotion sounded again, although Brother Jue didn't fully understand what the other party was talking about, but he knew...... I'm afraid that's bad news for me.

[2.1......]

At that last second, at the last moment, Feng Bujue relied on his amazing willpower to endure an indescribable severe headache...... I opened my eyes.

However, his vision only recovered for about a second.

A second later, a tingling sensation struck beyond the limits of the human brain. caused a strong convulsion of his body...... Subsequently, he fell into a state of loss of all five senses.

But...... Brother Jue is not an ordinary person. In that short second, he was stunned to resist the sour feeling of liquid infiltrating the retina. Managed to "see" something......

Through a clear, pale green liquid, and two layers of glass (at least what appeared to be glass-like material), he saw a man.

To be precise, a person wearing a light-colored bodysuit. Adult man floating in liquid.

And. The man's countenance...... Feng Bujue has seen it once - a man in a felt hat.

…………

"Hah...... Whew......"

It seemed like only a moment had passed, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

In short, the first thing he did when Feng Bujue restored his control over his body was to take a deep breath.

Then he snapped his eyes open and found himself sitting on the floor with his back to the glass door of the store.

There was still a foggy scene all around, the "ethereal female voice" and the rolling of the bicycle chains...... It's all gone.

And he has ...... at hand A blank piece of stationery has been created out of thin air.

"Hmm...... It's like 'coming back'. I also inexplicably obtained a key item...... "Feng unconsciously glanced at the game menu, and its survival value and stamina value have not changed. He didn't bring any debuffs with him, "What I just saw shouldn't be a hallucination, and it doesn't look like a memory fragment; There is an extremely high probability...... It's the 'real' that happens instantly. He patted the dust off his body, took the white paper, and stood up, "That is...... The town I'm in at the moment, or ...... 'this world'...... It may not be real. ”

This assumption made Feng Buju's thinking change. From the time he entered the script to the present, all his observations and inferences need to be re-examined on this basis.

"Things are getting more and more complicated......" Although he was thinking, Brother Jue's action was not delayed, no matter what happened in front of him, there was one basic principle that remained the same - follow the task, there is nothing wrong with it.

Therefore, while reminiscing about the plot just now, Feng Bujue got back on his bicycle and continued to move forward.

"Now the problem comes...... Am I playing 'Dave' or the so-called 'Tester 8775'? Is Dave the name of number 8775, or is it a 'role' played by number 8775? Brother Jue pondered, "What kind of existence is that 'man in a felt hat'?" Is he just a projection that unconsciously appears in my head, or is he a crucial clue? ”

Feng Bujue struggled in the whirlpool of thoughts, searching for all possible answers.

The "clone" theory of the owners of the house is no longer relevant. If this is really just a world that exists on the level of consciousness, the appearance of those people is meaningless...... Even if they all look like dogs, it makes sense.

He just sorted out his thoughts while riding, and before he knew it, he had come to the cemetery in the north of the town.

It's a very ordinary-looking cemetery...... In a vast expanse of green grass, stone tombstones stand neatly one after another, each with a small mound of earth raised in front of each tombstone.

"Hmm...... Where's that abandoned mailbox......" Feng unconsciously pedaled his bicycle along the path between the cemeteries, looking for the mailbox where he could contact the ghost postman.

A short time later, he saw one on the western edge of the cemetery.

It was a dark green, cylindrical mailbox with a slit at the top for the delivery of letters, and the words "Otaku Town Post Office" printed on the barrel.

Feng unconsciously parked his bicycle, went around to the back of the mailbox, looked at the mailbox, and found that there was a small ring lock tied there.

"It doesn't look like it's hard to break......" He looked at the lock, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to use brute force to open it, "but...... Judging from the overall atmosphere of this script, it's better for me not to use this brute force method. ”

He walked back to the front of the mailbox, took out the blank piece of letter paper and Dave's ballpoint pen, spread the paper on the top of the mailbox, and began to write......

[Hello, dear Mr. Ghost Postman.] 】

Considering that he only had a piece of letter paper and it was impossible to alter it, Brother Jue wrote very carefully, and every sentence was put down after several considerations.

[My name is Dave, and I'm a temporary postman at the post office in the town of Otaku. 】

[I think you still have an impression of me...... Because we've seen more than one time today, and you've "shocked" me once. 】

[Of course, I don't have a problem with that...... You're doing the right thing, it's my first time here, and I don't know the rules (laughs). 】

[To get back to the point, I am writing to you this time, mainly because there are a few things I want to ask you for. 】

[First, can you tell me...... The instruction codes of the eleven homeowners at 7th 3rd Avenue, 10th 4th Avenue, 3rd 5th Avenue, 9th Avenue, 7th Avenue, 18th Avenue, 3rd Avenue, 9th Avenue, 7th Avenue, 11th Avenue, 12th Avenue, and 3rd Avenue? 】

[Second, I want to confirm with you, are you really volunteering to work in this town?] 】

[Third, what kind of message does the newspaper you gave me earlier? 】

[Fourth, may I ask...... Why are all the shops in this town open? Why can Director Nelson kill people casually? And also...... How can I 'get your approval' to become an official postman in the town of Otaku? 】

[If it is convenient, please do your best to answer my questions, thank you very much.] 】

[Sincerely, Dave.] 】

After writing the letter in what he thought was very neat, he read through it again and made sure that there was nothing wrong with the contents, and then folded the letter and stuffed it into the mailbox...... (To be continued......) R1292