General Wang put the gun back and touched his nose with some embarrassment.

Tang Yan didn't speak, he inserted the key into the lock hole, twisted it clockwise, and the lock opened.

Yikes......

He pushed the wooden door open, and the afternoon light rushed into the room.

I could see that no one had lived in it for a long time, and the smell of moisture and rotting wood came to my face.

Tang Yan stood outside the door for a while before taking off his power armor and entering the room.

Directly opposite is a wooden table flanked by two-seater stools. There is a pair of dishes and chopsticks on the tabletop, and a thin layer of ash falls on it.

Opposite the chopsticks is a badly discolored porcelain jar, and nearby is a geographical magazine, which is very worn out because it is a pre-war item.

There is a partition on the left side of the wooden table, and between the partition and the wall is a blue curtain, and I think there is a bedroom for resting.

In front of the wall to the right of the wooden table is a desk with a terminal on it, and the cursor flashes on the screen, and it looks like it is still working.

Above the desk, under the ceiling, is a small compartment in which many letters were originally placed, but now they are very messy, some of them fall on the floor, some of them fall on the terminal.

The drawer of the desk was open, and the contents were turned into a mess, and even the ashtray on the desk fell to the floor.

Tang Yan frowned, walked to the desk, pressed the enter key on the keyboard, and entered the file directory without a password.

What puzzled him was that it was empty, and there were no documents left.

He looked left and right again.

The cabinet in the corner was open, and the vase inside was upside down. On the right wall, a movie poster titled Flying Over the Pacific Ocean is now torn in half, with the hero's head on the ground and his body hanging from the wall.

"Hmm......"

As the pinprick pain returned, he sat down on the chair in front of his desk with his right face covered, looking at the picture frame at the back of the drawer.

His head hurt and his vision blurred, but he was still staring at the frame.

No, I should say staring at the photo in the frame.

There are three people in the photo, and the face of the person in the middle is familiar, because it can be seen in the mirror every day.

That's right, the man in the middle is him, or this body.

Next to him stood a middle-aged man, with half bald hair and sparse eyebrows, but his smile seemed very friendly, and he should be a very gentle person.

It was the first time he had seen the man, but the memory fragments told him that the middle-aged man was the mayor of Qingcheng Town, and the one who picked him up from the sea.

He only knew that the mayor took good care of him and treated him very well, and as for how he fainted on the beach, he had no memory in his mind at all.

"Ah...... Heh......"

The stinging pain continued to invade the body, and the cold sweat slipped down little by little, wetting the collar of the military uniform.

Wei Qianshou walked over and said something with a worried face.

Tang Yan couldn't hear his words clearly, and pointed to the partition behind him: "Take me over there." ”

Wei Qianshou and General Wang thought that he was going to the back room to rest, so they quickly picked up his body from the chair, opened the curtain and walked into the bedroom.

The furnishings inside are equally simple. A single bed with a blue-gray blanket on top of it, piled up messily on the futon and covered with a thin layer of dust.

Beyond the head of the bed is a small mahogany cabinet with a green lamp on top of it, and a few books and a yellow alarm clock underneath.

On the horizontal board at the foot of the bed is a monkey doll, the sensor detects that multiple people have entered the house, the eyes suddenly emit red light, and the two hands keep slapping the cymbals in their hands, making a very crisp sound.

General Wang wanted to let Tang Yan to the bed, but he held him down.

At this point, the pain was even more intense, and the memory fragments drilled into the brain like arrows.

He grimaced his face, his hands strained, and his mouth let out a beastly growl.

"I remember that the stimulants equipped with the power armor have a pain-relieving effect, quick, give him a shot."

Wei Qianshou followed General Wang's advice and walked outside, but he didn't want to be pulled by Zang Feng.

"Didn't you see his pained expression?"

"See."

"Then you still hold me."

"That's what he wants."

"Is this what he wants?"

Zang Feng nodded, as a person who also had no past, he knew very well what the amnesiac wanted most, and it was more important to be able to remember what was before than a sudden headache.

Wei Qianshou knew that Zang Feng would not harm Tang Yan, so he hesitated to give up his previous thoughts, but he didn't go back to the bedroom, because this would reduce some of the irritability and intolerance in his heart.

After about half a cigarette, Tang Yan could no longer hear a low roar, and even the heavy wheezing sound became even and long, Zang Feng opened the refrigerator on the side of the dining table, took out a bottle of clean water from it, walked into the bedroom and handed it out.

Tang Yan took the bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and poured it a few sips, put the bottle on the bedside table, looked at the three people crowded in the small space and said, "I am the 'postman'." ”

I am the "postman".

Wei Qianshou and General Wang were very unfamiliar with the word "postman", but Zang Feng was no stranger, and a beam of light burst out of his single eye: "You say...... Are you a 'postman'? ”

The female overseer of Vault 1083, who was his good friend, was on her deathbed with the intention of delivering research materials on the reverse engineering of the Panshen virus to a person codenamed "Postman" in Qingcheng Township.

Now that they came to Qingcheng Town, they learned that because of the beast tide, all the townspeople were hiding, and he was worried that he could not find the "postman".

No matter how steady he is and how open-minded his temperament is, he can't accept such a sharp turn for a while.

The "postman" is beside him, and the "postman" is Tang Yan? What could be more bizarre than that?

But thinking about it carefully, he remembered that Tang Yan said that Han Xin, the daughter of the overseer of Vault 1001, said that the reason why Tang Yan appeared in Vault 1001 was to deliver a letter.

"What do you remember besides your life here and your role as a postman?"

Tang Yan knew what Zang Feng wanted to ask him.

Vault 1083 is engaged in very high-end experiments, and since the female overseer wants to hand over the data card to him, there must be a deeper reason, such as the identity of the "postman" or the liaison arranged by some force in Qingcheng Town.

"No, what I remember is more about life in Qingcheng Town."

He got up from the bed, walked to the outer desk, opened the bottom drawer on his right, took out a box of Taishan brand cigarettes, and took one out of it and put it in his mouth.

If you do the math, it will not be more than 110 days since he left Qingcheng Town to deliver the letter to Vault 1001.

It's not that he can't remember anything except his life in Qingcheng Town.

In addition to his life in Qingcheng Town, he also knew the essence of the work of the original owner of this body as a postman.

On the surface, he is a young postman walking in the Jiankang City-Peninsula area and affiliated with the name of the MRT consortium, but in fact he is also tasked with collecting intelligence on the Peninsula for an organization in Jiankang City.

His impression of the contact person in that organization was very abstract, and he remembered only a white mask with black eyes and blood lines under the eyes, which looked oozing.

Something else, he knew that his identity as a "postman" corresponded to more secrets, such as his previous meeting with the female overseer of Vault 1083...... To be precise, he had been to Vault 1083, but he didn't know what he was doing or what he had told the female overseer.

In addition, his status as a "postman" was not obtained through legitimate means...... He borrowed the identity of a certain person, and the origin of that person does not seem to be simple.

He didn't tell Zang Feng about these things because he didn't want Zang Feng to worry.

Because compared to the identity of the deputy commander of the Pandaren Legion, the relationship network faced by the code name "Postman" is more complex and sinister.

All in all, before he could figure out the life and responsibilities of the code name "Postman", he didn't want to pull Zang Feng, Reina, General Wang and others into this big whirlpool.

It is not known how powerful the organization associated with the Postman is, but it is certain that it is not comparable to the ordinary Wasteland forces.

Zang Feng was a little disappointed by his answer, and walked over to the messy desk, his hand rummaging through the compartment where the letter was placed.

Tang Yan looked at the letters and said, "These are all letters that can't find the recipient and can't contact the sender. ”

Wei Qianshou sighed.

The wasteland world is like this, you never know if a loved one in the far away world will be gone, and you never know if something bad will happen tomorrow.

General Wang noticed the surrounding situation, looked at the places that were turned over, frowned, and said, "It seems to be ...... Looks like someone was here when you weren't there. ”

Tang Yan nodded: "Yes, someone searched the entire room. ”

Zang Feng said: "What are they looking for? ”

Tang Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

This time it's not a lie, he really doesn't know who has come to his room and what he's looking for.

General Wang didn't continue to ask, and he didn't even think too much about the fact that Tang Yan was the "postman", because the deputy head of the regiment was already shrouded in a layer of fog, and a few more points were nothing.

Tang Yan sat at his desk for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, closed the first drawer on his right, and took out a stack of stationery from the equally messy second drawer and spread it out on the table.

Zang Feng leaned over and looked at it for a while, his eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a ghostly expression.

The names of these letters are the same------ to the postman brother of Qingcheng Town.

The signatures of these letters are the same------ the carrots that came out of Gem City.

Diced radish...... The name he had heard, from Beethoven.

Beethoven was not only a regular in Pink Paradise, but also a frequent visitor to the Wanderer's Bar, where he often had a drink and went to the former to sweat.

Because of this, I almost didn't fight with the girl who was attached to Pink Heaven.

Because Diced Carrot couldn't afford to live in Gem City for a month, Johnson was kind enough to help him pay for it, so he worked as a waiter at the Wanderer Bar until the beginning of last spring, when Diced Carrot quit his job as a waiter and left Gem City to pursue his noble and great dreams.

Beethoven once said that the boy dreamed of being a great hero who saved the suffering, to guide the wastelanders to enlightenment, to say goodbye to the holy light of barbarism.

Although many people laughed at him, saying that it was not called a dream, it was a joke, but that guy did not hesitate to quit his stable job, leave the relatively safe Gem City, and go to the complicated Central Plains region.

Zang Feng regards this as a manifestation of the rebellious period of young people, or the heroic dream that every teenager has, but the disease of carrot is more serious, and the attributes of the middle two are so strong that they are off the charts.

However, he never imagined that Radish Ding had a pen pal, and this pen pal was codenamed "Postman", and his current identity was the deputy commander of the Panda Man Legion.

"What a hell of a life." The corps commander complained in his heart, not expecting such a turn of events at all.

Zang Feng was speechless about this, and you can imagine Tang Yan's mood.

He had also heard the name of diced radish, from Gao Kai there. The kid said that the kid was too rigid, and once the guest was drunk and lost the money, and the diced radish had to be picked up and returned to others...... Obviously, he is poor and can't even pay his monthly money. It is indeed admirable to talk about civilization and morality, but it can only be said that it is very gauzy to do those noble things when it is difficult to guarantee one's own life.

Who knew that this little person who sounded inconsequential would have an intersection with the original owner of this body.

He looked at the contents of the letter with a helpless expression.

"Big Brother Postman...... I listened to a lot of stories in the bar, some of them drank too much with their friends and scolded God for being unfair, and some of them cried while drinking themselves......"

"It's as if everyone is full of misfortune. There are wives who ran away with others, there are those who were betrayed by friends, and there are those who escaped under the guns of marauders, and some people were even kept at home as ** when they were young......"

"I don't know how they persevere, why people always remember the pain, isn't there beauty and warmth in their lives?"

"As you told me last time, the darkest night will have the brightest light, and the most chaotic times will have the greatest heroes. I always remember Johnson as a man who looked fierce but was always willing to give generously to those who were struggling with life, and in many cases he was friendlier than the locals. ”

……

"I heard a few workers from Starlight Ranch say today that they want to trick a newcomer, because that person is too diligent, doesn't know how to be lazy, and is very unsociable."

Isn't it a shame for them to do so? Brother Postman, what would you do if it were you? ”

"I really wanted to go over and grab the beer on the table and pour it on their heads, but I didn't do it, I wasn't brave enough and I didn't want to get in trouble for Johnson."

……

"Brother Postman, I've made up my mind, I'm going to leave the Wanderer's Bar, I'm going to Gem City, I'm going to the Central Plains. Because I know very well that I will never grow up here, that I will always be just a waiter serving tea and pouring water, listening to the customers talk about their misfortunes and troubles. I want to help more people and do something meaningful, but before I can do that, I have to take a brave step...... Face the unknown with a resolute mindset. ”