Chapter 5 Quite the Prank...

"They're pretty good at this…" Feng Bujue looked at the newspaper in his bike basket, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Although he felt somewhat displeased and a little doubtful, he still held back…

If he turned around and loudly questioned the Ghost Postman, there would only be two possible outcomes: first, he'd be ignored; second, he'd be electrocuted.

"No choice… let's see what he's getting at…" After the buzzing sound faded into the distance, Brother Jue simply parked his bicycle, took out the rolled-up newspaper from the basket, and slowly unfolded it before his eyes.

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

Next was the headline: 【Ghost Postman Reclaims Otaku Post Office's Annual Best Employee Award】

Rather humorously, the picture accompanying this news was just a photo of an empty landscape…

"This reporter is pretty dedicated; if those tire tracks on the ground weren't drawn in by him… it means he actually managed to capture a photo of the Ghost Bro on his bike," Feng Bujue read the paper aloud. "Wait… before this… a town this small actually has a newspaper?"

【Regardless of wind, rain, blazing sun, hail, typhoon, or heavy fog… we never see the Ghost Postman scurrying around. However, we are all very clear that he is always at his post, working diligently, shining brightly, and contributing to the construction of a harmonious and beautiful Otaku Town. Of course, this achievement is inseparable from the wise leadership of Mr. Norman Nelson, the postmaster of this town; it is inseparable from the great Otaku-ism spirit upheld by this town.】

"The brother who wrote this report must have been poached from New 【BEEP】 News…" Feng Bujue couldn't help but complain after reading just the beginning of the article. "The classic formula of pointless drivel plus a classic transition plus classic flattery…"

The rest of the report basically followed the same formula, mainly listing some of the Ghost Postman's "deeds" of diligent work, and forcefully attributing some of the credit to the "leaders."

So… it's not easy being a model worker these days. If you want to enjoy the honor you've earned, you have to first thank the country and thank the Party, thank the leaders more than your own parents.

"Hmm… this is the daily newspaper from Christmas Day, so most of the news reported on it should be from yesterday…" Feng Bujue finished reading the first page of the newspaper and glanced at the date in the corner. "However, this headline doesn't seem to be of any value; I already knew it from the post office's work manual." He muttered to himself as he flipped the newspaper over.

Unexpectedly, something abnormal appeared when he turned to the second page.

"What's the deal?" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and flipped through a few more pages, quickly discovering… that apart from the headline and the advertisement on the last page (an advertisement for a bicycle), the middle part of the stack of newspapers in his hand didn't have a single word printed on it. However… the layout on each page had already been arranged, and the illustrations had already been inserted.

"Invisible ink? A blank book from heaven?" Two thoughts quickly flashed through Feng Bujue's mind, as his eyes rapidly scanned the paper, searching for clues.

After carefully examining it, he confirmed one fact: it really was just that the words hadn't been printed.

"This is pretty creative…" Brother Jue laughed. "Is this thing really a newspaper… or is it a 'look at the picture and tell a story' English test paper…"

While joking, he quickly flipped through the blank pages in the middle of the newspaper, and memorized the content of all the illustrations.

Whether it was a coincidence or not… the total number of illustrations was thirteen.

…………

Ten minutes later, Brother Jue, heading north, arrived at the location of the "shop" on the map.

Like the other shops in this town, the place was tightly shut, with a "CLose" sign hanging on the door. Looking inside through the glass door, it was clear that the store was empty and had been abandoned for quite some time.

"Heh… as expected." Feng Bujue looked at the shop door and smiled wryly.

Two seconds later, he got off his bicycle and parked it steadily, then… picked up a large stone from the side of the road.

Bang bang bang—

He swung his arm and smashed the glass door three times in a row, but… only a tiny white dot was left on the glass, without even a single crack; instead, his own arm was numb from the impact.

"Seriously…" Feng Bujue took two steps back and shook off the stone in his hand. "Bulletproof glass?"

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

"Pressing me too hard…" Brother Jue took a breath and reached into his coat pocket, taking out his Nokia 3310…

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

Hearing this, Feng Bujue quickly stopped what he was doing and turned around to look around.

"As expected… this fellow isn't a 'person' either…" He thought to himself as he searched for the other party's whereabouts in the fog, "She was clearly blocked on the other side of the 'bridge' before, but now she's actually appeared in the town again…"

"How did you get into town?" Feng Bujue couldn't find the other party's exact location, so he decided to say a few words first. "Did a rescue team come from outside the town?"

"I… have always been here, never left," the woman replied.

Her voice echoed faintly in the fog, making it difficult to find its source.

"Then let me ask this…" Faced with an answer that was as good as no answer, Feng Bujue immediately changed the way he asked the question, "How did you get across that bridge?"

But this time, the woman simply ignored Brother Jue's question and said to herself, "Dave, I can't explain too much to you, but you have to trust me, I want to help you…" Her tone sounded very earnest. "Don't destroy the buildings in this town, it won't do you any good… and it will 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 rapidly rolling chains rose and fell all around, drowning out Feng Bujue's voice.

"What's going on?" Hearing this, Feng Bujue was startled; judging only from the sound, it must be the sound of at least twenty or thirty old-fashioned bicycles riding at the same time. "Could it be that there's more than one Ghost Postman?"

At the same time, the ethereal female voice suddenly shouted loudly, "Chance! Open your eyes quickly!" Her shout broke through the noise and barely reached Brother Jue's ears.

"Open… my eyes?" Feng Bujue knew that the other party's instructions were important, but he couldn't understand what they meant, because his eyes… were undoubtedly open at this moment.

Fortunately… his doubts didn't last long.

The next second, a sudden change occurred!