"I'm pretty good at playing..." Feng Bujue looked at the newspaper in his car's pocket and twitched slightly twice.

Although he was a little dissatisfied and doubtful, he still endured it...

If you turn back and ask the ghost postman loudly, there are only two results: first, you are ignored; second, you are electrocuted.

"There's no way... see what he means..." After the sound of the sound went away, Brother Jue simply parked the bicycle, took out the roll of newspaper from his pocket, and slowly unfolded it in front of him.

The first thing that caught his eye was the name of the publication itself: [Otaku Town Pioneer News]

Next, the front page headlines: [Ghost Postman won the Best Employee of the Year Award for Otaku Post Office again]

What is quite funny is that the picture attached to this news is just a picture of an uninhabited landscape...

"This reporter is quite good at it. If the fetal marks on the ground were not drawn by him... it means that he really captured the ghost brother riding a bicycle." Feng Bujue read the newspaper while reading the newspaper, "Wait... Before this... there is actually a newspaper in such a small town?"

[No matter whether it is windy, rainy, scorching sun, hail, typhoon, heavy fog... we cannot see the ghost postman running around. However, we all know that he has always been in his post, pride, shining and heating, and contributes to the construction of a harmonious and beautiful town of Otaku. Of course, his achievements are inseparable from the great spirit of Otaku that the town upheld.]

"The guy who wrote the report is a new [Bee--] club who has changed jobs..." After reading only the content at the beginning of the article, Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain, "The classic routine of classic nonsense plus classic twists and classic flattery..."

The following content of this report is basically the same routine, mainly listing some of the "deeds" of ghost postmen working diligently, and forcibly taking part of the credit to the "leaders".

So... these days, it is not easy to be a model worker. If you want to enjoy the honors you earn, you have to thank the country and the Party first, and thank your leaders for being better than your parents.

"Well... this is the daily newspaper on Christmas day. Most of the news reported above should be yesterday's news..." Feng Bujue finished reading the first page of the newspaper and glanced at the date in the corner. "However, this front page headline seems to be of no value. I already know it from the post office's work manual." He muttered, and flipped through the newspaper.

Unexpectedly, when the newspaper turned to the second side, something abnormal appeared.

"How many meanings?" Feng Bujue looked at it, and flipped through several pages, and soon found... except for the advertisements on the front page and the last page (an advertisement for a bicycle). The middle part of the stack of newspapers in his hand was not even a word. However... the layout on each page has been arranged, and the illustrations have been inserted.

"Invisible Ink? Wordless Heavenly Book?" Feng Bujue's mind soon flashed two thoughts, and his eyes wandered at high speed on the paper, looking for clues.

After he carefully checked it, he confirmed a fact - it was really just that there was no print on it.

"This is quite creative..." Brother Jue laughed, "Is this thing considered a newspaper... or an English test paper that 'looked at pictures'..."

While joking, he quickly flipped through several blank pages in the newspaper and recorded all the illustrations.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence…the number of illustrations is thirteen in total.

…………

Ten minutes later, Jue Ge, who was heading north, came to the location of the "shop" on the map.

Like other shops in this town, the doors here are closed and there are "clo" signs hanging on them. Looking inside through the glass door, you can be sure that the store is empty. And it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

"Ha... As expected." Feng Bujue looked at the store gate and smiled bitterly.

Two seconds later, he got off the bicycle, stopped the car, and then... picked up a large rock on the side of the road.

Pongpong-

He waved his arm and smashed it three times at the glass door, but... only a very small white spot was left on the glass, without even a trace of crack; instead, his own arm was numb.

"As for it..." Feng Bujue took two steps back and shook off the stone in his hand, "Bulletproof glass?"

He really didn't quite understand why the door glass of an ordinary grocery store was so strong.

"It's too much..." Brother Jue took a breath, then reached into his shirt pocket and copied the Nokia 3310...

"Stop!" Suddenly, the ethereal female voice that had appeared once again.

Feng Bujue heard the sound, quickly stopped and turned around to scan.

"Sure enough... this guy is not a 'person', right..." He searched for the other party's trace in the fog and thought to himself, "She had been clearly blocked on the other side of the 'bridge' before, and now she actually appeared in the town again..."

"How did you get into the town?" Feng didn't realize that he couldn't find the specific location of the other party, so he decided to say a few words first, "Is there a rescue team coming outside the town?"

"I... have been here and have never left." The woman replied.

Her voice echoed in the fog, and it was hard to find the source.

"Then I'll ask this..." Faced with the answer that said was equivalent to not saying it, Feng Bujue immediately changed the way of asking questions, "How did you cross that bridge?"

But this time, the woman simply ignored Brother Jue’s problem and said to herself: “Dave, I can’t explain too much to you, but you must believe me, I want to help you…” Her tone seemed very earnest, “Don’t destroy the buildings in this town, it will not do you any good…and will also cause irreparable consequences.”

"I can trust you." Feng Bujue said, "but you have to answer me first, what exactly are you..."

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At this moment, the sound of rapid rolling chains sounded around, drowning the sound of Feng Bujue.

"What's going on?" Feng Bujue was shocked when he heard the sound; judging from the sound alone, this was at least the movement of more than twenty old bicycles riding at the same time. "Is there more than one ghost postman?"

At the same time, the ethereal girl suddenly shouted loudly: "Opportunity! Open your eyes!" Her shouting broke through the noise and barely came into Jue's ears.

"Open... eyes?" Feng Bujue knew that the other party's instructions were important, but he could not understand its meaning because his eyes... were undoubtedly open at this moment.

Fortunately... his doubts did not last long.
Chapter completed!