Chapter 720: Dave’s World (15)
Translator: 549690339
No. 9, 10th Street.
It was the same address as all the previous recipients. It was an ordinary two-story house with a deserted front yard and no mailbox in front of the door.
Feng bujue, who had parked his bicycle, carried his backpack, held the shotgun, and walked to the front door.
“Pa, pa, pa!”
“Open the door!” He shouted as he knocked on the door.
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Not long after, a fat man in slippers came down from the second floor and opened the door to a palm-sized gap. He stood in the shadow and asked,””Who are you looking for?”
“A postman.” Feng bujue raised his temporary work pa.s.s and waved it in front of the man. Then, he put it away and took out an envelope.”I’m here to deliver a letter.”
“I … Don’t want it.” Number Ten’s reaction was exactly the same as the previous nine.
Kachakachakachak
Feng bujue picked up the shotgun and stuck the muzzle into the door.””Do you accept this?”
“What … What are you doing?” The fat man showed fear, but he didn’t run.
“The letter or the bullet, it’s your choice,” Feng bujue’s tone did not sound like he was joking at all. When necessary, he could be very fierce.
“No… Don’t kill me …” No. 10 fatty raised his hands in surrender.”Even if you shoot me, I won’t take it … Unless …”
“Unless I tell you your command code?” Feng bujue finished the man’s sentence.
“Yes …” No. 10 fatty nodded.
“Tsk …” Brother Jue scoffed and thought to himself,”so even threatening me with force doesn’t work …”
Two seconds later, he put down his gun and said,””How many digits is your code?”
“Eleven,” The fatty replied honestly.
After getting the answer, Feng bujue turned around and left. He ran to his bicycle.
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In the next forty minutes, brother Jue visited the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth recipients, respectively.
The last three were all fat. Their voices, personalities, reactions, and so on … Were all the same as the top ten recipients.
Feng bujue did not waste time with these guys. He had already tested everything that he could, so other than the number of the command code, he did not ask anything else.
At 2:50 P. M., Brother Jue once again came to the abandoned mailbox at the northern Cemetery.
At that moment, an envelope had appeared on the ground beside the mailbox.
Although there was no wind, there was still a stone on the top of the envelope.
“He really did reply …” Feng bujue mumbled as he walked over to pick up the envelope.
It was a yellow envelope. Holding it in his hand, he could feel that there was only a thin piece of paper inside. Brother Jue carefully tore it open and took out the letter inside. Then … He realized something very puzzling. The letter was blank on both sides.
“Again?” Feng bujue could not help but mock, invisible ink? Wordless heavenly book?” His comments were the same as when he received the ‘newspaper’.
As he spoke, he brought the letter to his eyes and carefully examined it, confirming that there were no traces of rubbing and any smell.
“Hmm … What is the meaning of this …” Feng bujue thought to himself and subconsciously used his left hand to hold his right elbow. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were slightly joined together as they slid down his forehead and the tip of his nose. This habitual action of thinking could make his thoughts run more smoothly.”If this piece of paper simply fell next to the mailbox, it may be misunderstood as a piece of waste paper that was thrown away. But now, this piece of paper is in an envelope, and it’s being held down by a rock … This setting is telling me that this piece of white paper is indeed the ‘reply’.”
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly had an idea.”Eh? Could it be …”
The next second, brother Jue took out the newspaper from his bag and flipped to the blank pages.””An indirect hint …” He sat on the ground, holding the letter in one hand and the newspaper in the other. He muttered,”this ‘reply’ indeed has no content … But the ‘lack of content’ can also be a hint.” His eyes moved to the newspaper.”Hint me …’The answer is in the place that looks blank’.”
With that in mind, Feng bujue tore off the first page of the newspaper.
The front of the page was the meaningless front-page headline, and the back was the second page without words, only ill.u.s.trations.
The second edition of the picture showed a brick wall with a tree in front of it. At first glance, it was another landscape photo, but upon closer inspection, one could see … There were bicycle tire marks on the ground below the photo.
“Okay, let me see … The paper is normal, so I don’t think it will work on fire or water …” Feng bujue held the ‘test subject’ in his hand and said,”the only way I can try this is …” As he thought about it, he reached for the shotgun, but one second later, he pulled his hand back.”Wait … If the item needed to solve the puzzle is the gunpowder in the bullet, then brother specter should have given the puzzle after I have gotten the gun …” He rubbed his chin.”In other words … The thing that could make the hint ‘appear’ was already on me back then …”
Then, like a child in a natural science cla.s.s, brother Jue pulled out a bunch of props from his pocket and arranged them in a row on the gra.s.s.
Let’s do it one by one …”As he spoke, he raised the first item.
In the next five minutes, he first tried to read the newspaper through the camera on his phone. Then, he used a ballpoint pen and a pencil to draw a small area on the paper. Then, he used a coin, key, and credit card to check the areas that were signed up.
Unfortunately, these attempts all ended in failure …
“Hmm … That’s not right either. I have to change my mind …” He read as he picked up the seasoning Bottle with salt. This was the last item he had that could be used to solve the riddle.
Hiss … Hiss …
Fortunately … This last attempt worked. When the White salt was sprinkled on the newspaper, wisps of white smoke rose from the paper, and there was a slight burnt smell in the smoke. This was obviously not the reaction paper should have when it came into contact with salt …
[14.52, 7.66, tree trunk] a few seconds later, a line of smoky, charcoal-colored text appeared on the blank page next to the ill.u.s.tration.
“Ha! I got it!” Feng bujue’s smile appeared at the same time as the words on the newspaper. He did not expect that the key to solving the puzzle would be the salt pan that he had found on the man with the felt hat.
After the experiment was successful, the next step was simple. Brother Jue cracked the other twelve pages in the middle of the newspaper and got thirteen similar messages.
“If I’m not wrong … The first two numbers should be coordinates, right?” After Feng bujue memorized all the hints, his expression became very relaxed.”The two decimals are most likely to match the mini-map I have. And the term that follows each coordinate is undoubtedly a ‘ill.u.s.tration’.”
At that moment, brother Jue had more or less understood what these hints meant. Coincidentally, the coordinates on the second page were the one that was closest to him. Therefore, in order to verify his hypothesis, he quickly packed up his things, got back on his bicycle, and set off.
In less than five minutes, Feng bujue arrived at the coordinates [14.52, 7.66] on the minimap. (Due to the size of the map, he could not stand at a specific point, at most, he could stand near it.) He looked around and saw the brick wall in the picture and the big tree planted in front of the wall.
“The tree trunk, right?” Feng bujue parked his bicycle and walked over with the shotgun.
He cautiously approached the target step by step, as if the tree would suddenly turn into a monster and attack him. However, the final result proved that … He was overthinking. The tree in front of him was just an ordinary tree. There were no flags or events in this place.
The only valuable thing here was the Arabic number 1 carved on the tree trunk. (To be continued.)