Chapter 12 Otaku Town Postman's Work Manual

Humming a song, Feng Bujue had barely ridden twenty meters when he flipped open the *Otaku Town Postman's Work Manual* with one hand.

Then...thank goodness, his singing stopped.

"This manual was compiled and edited by Norman Nelson. If you have any questions, please come to my office and talk to me alone." Feng Bujue read the sentence printed on the first page of the manual, gave a dry laugh, and turned the page.

"As you can see, this manual itself is very thin. In order to save printing costs, I canceled the table of contents." This was the content on the second page.

"Hey! This useless sentence takes up a whole page! Replacing this with a table of contents...what's the difference in cost!" Feng Bujue complained as he flipped to the third page.

This page did have a lot of substantive content. The title at the top read: *Postman's Code*.

Below were several related regulations: One, postmen in this town must carry relevant identification when working. If you deliver without a license, you are responsible for the consequences. Two, punctuality is our basic principle. Please be sure to deliver letters and packages before the deadline, otherwise you are responsible for the consequences. Three, steadfastness is important. No matter how dangerous the situation, you must not waver and must ensure that the recipient receives the letter, otherwise you are responsible for the consequences. Four, bicycles are our partners. We must treat them as we treat our family. If you cause serious damage to the post office's bicycle, you are responsible for the consequences...

"Responsible for the consequences...responsible for the consequences...responsible for the consequences..." Feng Bujue glanced over the page, and behind each item were these four words. "Is the meaning behind these four words definitely not 'I'll shoot you'..." He thought for a moment, "Speaking of...I went to the post office and didn't see a single employee other than Nelson. Could it be that...all the employees have been shot by him..." He thought again, "Wait...not just the post office...there's no one on the streets of this town..."

Just as Brother Jue was lost in thought, he heard a "ding-a-ling—" a bell ringing suddenly from behind him.

"Again?" Having learned from the last time, Feng Bujue naturally knew the source of the ringing. He immediately turned his head to follow the sound and saw a bicycle tire track approaching him.

"Hey! How are you, brother?" Brother Jue put away the work manual and grabbed the handlebars with both hands. After some adjustments, he came to the side of the "invisible bicycle", moving forward in parallel. "Can you hear me?" He tried to communicate with the invisible cyclist.

However...what happened next shocked Feng Bujue deeply.

In that instant, Feng Bujue felt a flash of white light before his eyes, followed by a "crackling" sound in his ears.

When he came back to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground, bicycle and all, and his whole body was giving off a faint burnt smell...

"What's going on?" Brother Jue sat up with a bewildered expression, trying to find the other person's location again, but by this time, the tire track was already far away, and even the "hissing" sound of the bicycle chain could no longer be heard.

He looked at the game menu and found that his survival value had dropped by 50% in one go...The only thing to be thankful for was that he didn't have any wounds or ongoing debuffs.

"I said hello, and he shocked me with a stun gun?" Feng Bujue was dumbfounded. "Does talking to him trigger an attack?"

He sat for a minute, making sure that his body was okay, then stood up again. "What is this guy's background..." He patted the dirt off his body in frustration and picked up the bicycle. "If he's the 'Ghost Postman', then my main quest seems difficult to complete..."

Thinking of this, something suddenly flashed in Feng Bujue's eyes. "Eh? Could it be..." He took out the work manual from his pocket again, flipped through several pages, and then smiled. "Ha! There really is!"

The title of the chapter that Brother Jue had flipped to was *About the Ghost Postman*.

One, do not talk about the Ghost Postman; two, do not talk about the Ghost Postman; three, do not talk about the Ghost Postman!

These were the first three items in the chapter...

"Hey, hey...how many times are you going to play the *Fight Club* gag..." Feng Bujue scanned these three lines and continued reading.

Four, the Ghost Postman is a legendary employee of the Otaku Town Post Office. He maintains a record of fifteen consecutive years of no absences, no returns, and no delays.

"Because he's a ghost?" Feng Bujue said, squinting his eyes.

Five, the Ghost Postman is always on the road.

"Yeah...I can see that." Feng Bujue's behavior of complaining while reading the manual was quite dedicated.

Six, because the Ghost Postman is always on the road, please do not disturb him, otherwise you are responsible for the consequences.

"The consequence is getting half your health knocked off just for saying hello..." Brother Jue said, flipping the page.

Seven, if you want to communicate with the Ghost Postman, please write the content on paper and drop it into the abandoned mailbox next to the North Town Cemetery in the form of a letter.

"Damn...how did you guys know this? Did you summarize it after being electrocuted countless times?" Feng Bujue said. "Eh? Wait...this manual was written by Nelson, he should know something..." His expression changed slightly. "But this old guy is a good shot and ruthless, it feels a bit difficult to get information out of him..."

Eight, special reminder—the Ghost Postman's "Soul Shock" cannot be insulated by insulators. If you want to put on a set of insulated clothing to challenge him, I suggest you save your energy.

"Okay...I can save it." Feng Bujue had indeed conceived such a plan, but after reading the eighth item, this plan no longer existed.

Nine, remember, the Ghost Postman doesn't need your help or sympathy. Everything he does is voluntary. Anyone who has an opinion on this can come to the director's office to talk to me.

"Hmm?" Brother Jue instantly smelled a conspiracy from this ninth...and last...item. "This...smells a little like protesting too much."

His mind started racing again, running through these nine (actually seven) descriptions of the Ghost Postman in his head. Soon...he came up with a plan.

Of course, the timing for executing this plan was not now. Brother Jue's top priority right now...was still delivering letters.

"It's getting more and more interesting..." When Feng Bujue said this, it usually meant...that he had learned some key information.

"Let me think...the direction of First Street..." He put away the work manual, picked up the messenger bag from the ground, slung it diagonally across his body, and then got back on the bicycle. "Yeah...that way..."

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Half an hour later, Feng Bujue had used up half of his stamina and finally arrived in front of number three First Street.

He didn't choose to deliver from near to far, with the post office as the center, but instead went in order of address. Although this would take more time, this route would allow him to "conveniently" explore several places of interest.

"Is this the place..." Feng Bujue said, looking at the two-story house in front of him. "The house looks pretty good, but there's not even a mailbox in front of it."

In fact...even if this family had a mailbox, it wouldn't be useful. Putting the letter in the mailbox doesn't count as completing the task. You must personally hand it to the recipient and have them indicate that they "are willing to accept it" for the task progress to change.

"Sigh...no choice, I have to knock on the door." Brother Jue sighed, parked his bicycle, quickly crossed the weed-filled front yard, and walked to the porch.

Tap, tap, tap—

After knocking on the door three times, he loudly said, "Is anyone home?"

After a brief silence, there was some movement from the second floor of the house. Then...there was the sound of a fat man walking down the stairs in slippers.

Some people might say, can you tell if someone is fat just by listening to their footsteps?

I can only say...anyway, Brother Jue could tell.

Click—

A moment later, the door opened a crack. Because the person inside didn't remove the chain lock behind the door, the door could only open that much.

"Who are you looking for?" The person in the house didn't turn on the lights, and stood in the darkness behind the door, asking in a weak voice.

"I don't know." Feng Bujue replied. He really didn't know...because everything on these envelopes except the address was blurred.

"Then get lost!" The house owner's reaction was quite straightforward. He cursed and slammed the door shut.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap—

Brother Jue immediately knocked on the door five more times.

"What exactly do you want?" The house owner opened the door a crack again, roaring impatiently.

"I'm from the post office." Feng Bujue took out his simple temporary work permit and waved it in front of the door crack. His tone and posture were as if he was saying, "I'm from the FBI"...

"So?" The house owner's attitude softened slightly, and he tentatively asked a question.

"Do you live here alone?" And Feng Bujue also asked a question.

"Is it any of your business?" The house owner retorted.

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer." Feng Bujue replied calmly and handed over the envelope. "If you live here alone, this letter is for you. If there are other people living with you, please help me pass it on." He paused. "In short, I've delivered the letter to the place. It's up to you to decide what to do with it." He stretched the envelope out a little further. "Take it, what are you standing there for?"

"No...I don't want it." At this moment, the house owner's tone suddenly became very strange. "Leave...I won't accept this letter."

His words were very intriguing...He didn't say "you delivered it to the wrong place", but said "I won't accept it". That is to say...he admitted that the letter was delivered to the right place, but...he didn't want it.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue didn't expect the other party to have this kind of reaction. He stared at the shadow behind the door and said, "Are you sick? It's just a letter, it's not a bomb, why don't you accept it?"

The house owner was silent for several seconds after hearing this, and then...he whispered, "Open it and see for yourself..."