Feng Bujue hummed a song, and after riding less than twenty meters, he opened the [Otaku Town Postman's Workbook] with one hand.

And then...... Thankfully, his singing stopped.

"This manual was written by Norman. Nelson has compiled and organized, if you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me individually. Feng unconsciously read out this sentence printed on the first page of the manual, laughed dryly, and flipped it over.

[As you can see, the manual itself is very thin, so I canceled the catalog in order to save printing costs.] That's what goes on the second page.

"Hey! Your nonsense takes up a whole page! Replace this passage with a table of contents...... What's the difference in cost? Feng Bujue complained while turning the manual to the third page.

There is indeed a lot of substance on this page. The heading at the top reads: [Postman's Code]

The following are several relevant regulations: First, the postman in the town must carry the relevant documents when working, and if he delivers without a license, he will bear the consequences. Second, punctuality is our basic criterion, please be sure to deliver the letter and parcel before the deadline, otherwise you will bear the consequences. Third, firmness is very important, no matter what kind of dangerous situation you face, you must not waver, you must let the recipient accept the letter, otherwise you will bear the consequences. Fourth, bicycles are our partners, we should treat them like family, if you let the bicycle at the post office be damaged, you will bear the consequences......

"At your own risk...... At one's own risk...... At your own risk...... "Feng Bujue glanced over, and behind each entry, there were all these four words, "Are you sure that the meaning behind these four words is not 'shoot you'......" he thought for a moment, "Speaking of which...... I went to the post office. Except for Nelson, not even a single employee was seen, could it be ...... The employees have all been broken up by him......" he thought again, "Slow down...... It's not just the post office...... The streets of this town are empty......"

Just when Brother Jue was thinking wildly, he only heard a bell ringing "Jingle bell-". Suddenly, it came from behind him.

"Coming back?" With the experience of the last time, Feng Bujue naturally knew what the source of this bell was, and he immediately turned his head to follow the sound, and sure enough, he saw a bicycle tire mark that was approaching him.

"Hey! Hello dude. Jue put away the workbook and grabbed the handlebars with both hands. After some tweaking. He came to the side of the "invisible bike" and walked parallel to it, "Can you hear me?" He tried to verbally communicate with the invisible cyclist.

However...... What happened in the next second made Feng Bujue deeply shocked.

At that moment, Feng Bujue only felt a flash of white light in front of him. Then, there was a "stab" sound in my ears.

When he came back to his senses, he had fallen to the ground with the car, and his whole body exuded a faint smell of burning......

"What's the situation?" Brother Jue sat up with a blank face, trying to find the other party's location again, but at this time, the tire mark was far away, and even the "sizzling" sound of the bicycle chain could no longer be heard.

He glanced at the game menu again. found that his survival value dropped by 50% in one go...... The only thing to be thankful for is that there are no wounds or persistent debuffs.

"I said hello, and he electrocuted me with a stun baton?" Feng Bujue was stunned. "Just talking to him triggers an attack?"

He sat for a minute, and after making sure that he was fine, he stood up again: "What the hell is this thing coming from......" He patted the dirt on his body in frustration, and picked up the bicycle, "If he is the 'ghost postman', then my main quest seems to be difficult to handle......"

With this in mind. Something suddenly flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes: "Huh? Will it be ......" he took out the workbook from his pocket once more and flipped through several pages in a row. Then he laughed, "Ha! There really is! ”

The chapter that Brother Jue turned to at this time. The title is "About the Ghost Postman".

One, it is forbidden to talk about ghost postmen; Second, it is forbidden to talk about ghost postmen; Three, don't talk about the ghost postman!

These are the first three elements of this chapter......

"Hey...... the stalk of "Fight Club" has to be played a few times before I am satisfied......" Feng Bujue finished sweeping these three lines and continued to look down.

Fourth, the Ghost Postman is a legendary employee of the Otaku Town Post Office, who holds a record of fifteen consecutive years without absences, returns, or delays.

"Because he's a ghost......" Feng Bujue saw this and said with empty eyes.

Fifth, the ghost postman is always on the road.

"Hmm...... I saw it. "Feng Bujue's behavior of complaining while reading the manual is also quite hard.

Six, because the ghost postman is always on the road, so please don't disturb him, or you will bear the consequences.

"The consequence is that if you say hello, you will be anally half bloody......" Brother Jue said as he turned the page.

Seven, if you want to communicate with the ghost postman, write it down on a piece of paper and put it in the abandoned mailbox next to the cemetery in the north of the town in the form of a letter.

"I'm ...... How do you know about this? Summed up after being electrocuted countless times? Feng Bujue said, "Huh? Wait a minute...... This booklet is from Nelson, what should he know......" His expression changed slightly, "but this old fellow has good marksmanship, and he is ruthless, and I feel that it is a little difficult to get a word from him......"

Eighth, 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 will build yì you are still provincial.

"Very good...... I can save it. Feng Bujue has indeed conceived such a plan, but after reading Article 8, this plan does not exist.

Nine, remember, the ghost postman does not need your help and sympathy, everything he does is voluntary, and anyone who has an opinion about it can come to the director's office to find me to react.

"Huh?" Brother Jue instantly ...... from this ninth article It is also the last one, which smells of conspiracy, "This one...... It's a bit of a place where there are no silver three hundred taels......"

His mind raced again, and he went through the nine (actually seven) descriptions of the ghost postman several times in his head. Soon...... He came up with a plan.

Of course, the timing of this plan is not now. Brother Jue's current priority...... Or send a letter.

"It's getting more and more interesting......" Feng Bujue usually indicates when he says this sentence...... He already knew something crucial.

"I want to think about it...... The direction of First Avenue ......" he put away his workbook, picked up his satchel from the ground, slung it directly over his body, and then got back on his bike, "Hmm...... Over there......"

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

He did not choose to deliver from near to far, centered on the post office, but delivered in order of address. Although it will take a little more time, this route will allow him to "drop by" to explore a few of the more interesting places.

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

In fact...... Even if the family has a mailbox, it doesn't work. Stuffing a letter into a mailbox doesn't complete the task. Be sure to hand it over to the recipient and ask them to say "willing to accept it" so that the progress of the task will change.

"Alas...... I had no choice but to knock on the door. Brother Jue sighed, parked his bicycle, and walked briskly through the withered front yard in front of the house to the porch.

Bang Bang Bang –

After knocking on the door three times, he said in a loud voice, "Is there anyone?" ”

After a brief silence, there was some movement on the second floor of the house. Then...... It was the sound of a fat man coming down the stairs in his slippers.

Some people may say, can you still hear fat and thin by listening to footsteps?

All I can say is ...... Anyway, Brother Jue can hear it.

Click-

A moment later, a crack opened in the door. Since the people in the house did not tear off the chain lock behind the door, the door could only be opened so large.

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

"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied. He really doesn't know...... Because the contents of these envelopes are vague except for the address.

"Then get out!" The owner of the house reacted simply, cursed, and slammed the door shut.

Bang Bang -

Brother Jue immediately knocked on the door five times in succession.

"What the hell do you want to do?" The owner of the house opened the door one more crack and yelled impatiently.

"I'm from the post office." Feng Bujue took out his humble temporary work card and shook it in front of the crack in the door. That tone, that posture, as if to say, "I'm from the FBI......

"So?" The landlord's attitude softened slightly, and he tentatively threw out a question.

"Are you the only one living here?" And Feng Bujue also asked a question.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" The owner of the house asked rhetorically.

"It's okay not to answer." Feng replied indifferently, and handed the envelope over, "If you are the only one who lives, this letter will be sent to you." If there is someone else living with you, you can help transfer it. He paused, "Anyway, I've already delivered the letter to the place, and it's your business to deal with it." He stretched the envelope forward a few more minutes, "Take it, why are you stunned?" ”

"No...... I don't want to. At this moment, the tone of the owner of the house suddenly became very strange, "You go...... I will not accept this letter. ”

His words are very interesting...... Instead of saying "you sent it to the wrong place", he said, "I don't take it." Other words...... He admits that the letter was not sent in the wrong place, but that it was ...... He didn't want to.

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

When the owner heard this, he was silent for a few seconds, and then ...... He replied in a low voice: "You take it apart and see the ......" (to be continued) R580